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Saying Goodbye Was Never Going To Be Easy

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Saying goodbye was never going to be easy.

The war with Rittenhouse was over, and everyone knew that life in the bunker – which they had all grown accustomed to – would come to an end.

It didn’t happen overnight.

Rittenhouse was defeated on Tuesday, and the U.S. government wasn’t ready to release the team so quickly. For starters, there was the matter of signing NDAs, ensuring that no one on the team would ever speak about what had happened. They are to live as if time travel had never happened. Then, the details had to be ironed out over how much pay everyone on the team would receive for taking care of the Rittenhouse problem. It was up to Connor and Rufus to destroy both time machines, as well as any and all documents having to do with their development.

And lastly, there was the matter of what to do with Garcia Flynn.

According to the government, he was an escaped convict.

A fugitive.

A terrorist, and a murderer.

Denise pulled every string that she could, but in the end, the best she could do for Garcia was reduce his sentence to life in prison. It was better than being on Death Row, well… at least it was supposed to be.

It’s Sunday morning now.

The day that the team will leave the bunker for good.

The day the U.S. Marshalls will come to take Garcia back to prison.

Lucy sighs, and nestles her head against Garcia’s chest.

Sleep hasn’t been easy this week, and last night was no exception. She tightens her grip across Garcia’s waist, not wanting the morning to end. Her mind races, thinking of ways the two of them could run away together. Live life on the lam. Last night as they laid together in the dark, she asked him if he wanted to run.

With few words, he rejected the idea.

He was done breaking the law, and was ready to face whatever punishment was deemed necessary for his actions six years ago. He may not have murdered his wife and daughter, but he and his team did kill Mason Industries security guards, and stole a time machine. As much as he and Lucy had discussed the future they wanted to have together once the war was over, they both had to accept that future would never transpire.

She’d still be able to visit him in prison, of course, and if they marry then the possibility of-

Garcia moves, clearing his throat.

Lucy looks up at him.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

“I don’t want it to be,” Lucy says. “Morning that is… I don’t want… I don’t want you to go.”

He sighs, closing his eyes, and kisses the top of her head.

“Denise said she’d do everything to ensure you’ll be able to visit me in prison,” he says.

“That’s not what we wanted,” she murmurs despondently.

“I know, draga…” His voice cracks, and he pulls her closer to him.

“You know I won’t give up on you,” she says. “I’ll fight for them to let you out because of good behaviour, so promise me that you won’t do or say anything stupid once they lock you up.”

Garcia raises his brow and does his best to force a smile. “I promise, no typical Flynn shenanigans.” He rolls onto his side to face her. “I won’t… Flynn things up.”

“And what if Rittenhouse still has agents who survived? What if they come after you again?”

“I don’t want you to worry about that, draga.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever not be paranoid that Rittenhouse is just around the corner, lying in wait until all our guards are down, so they can strike again.” Lucy shakes her head. “You’ve protected me for so long, and I don’t think that I can-”

“Of course, you can,” he says. “I trained you, taught you how to defend yourself-”

“I prefer it when you’ve got my back.”

Garcia’s heart aches.

He knows that Lucy can protect herself. If he didn’t believe that, they would have escaped this bunker last night, and he would have committed himself to life on the run – to her.

But he doesn’t want to spend their last moments together in regret of things they can never have.

“I love you, Lucy…” he whispers, running his hand through her hair.

He kisses her.

Before she can kiss him back, she cries.

Shaking her head, and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He holds onto her, resting his forehead against hers.

“I just… I don’t want to say goodbye…” she whispers. “I want to go with you to Paris to meet your brother. I want you to show me around your hometown in Croatia… I want to spend Thanksgivings and Christmases with your mom… I… I wanted to have children with you, and… and we’re not even married, and-”

“Marry me.”

Lucy pulls back, her eyes blinking.

She shakes her head.

“I don’t want you proposing because I’m upset that the U.S. Marshals are coming to take you away.”

“I mean it, Lucy.” He rises onto his elbow and looks down at her. “I don’t have a ring, but-” He stops himself short and looks at the ring on his finger. “I uh… it’s not an engagement ring, but…” He removes the ring from his finger. “They’re going to take it away from me anyway, and… I know it’s from my marriage to Lorena, and…”


“I’m asking you to marry me, Lucy,” he says.

Lucy sits up, and holds the blanket over her bare chest. She looks into his eyes, then glances down at the ring he holds in his hand. She wipes away tears with the back of her hand, and nods.

“Yes,” she cries.

Garcia takes her hand and slides his ring onto her thumb, but it doesn’t fit.

“It’s too big,” he says softly.

“My necklace,” she says, cupping his face in her hand. “I can wear it around my neck.”

Garcia nods, and reaches around her neck to unclasp her necklace, sliding his ring onto the chain. It falls beside Lucy’s locket.

“I’ll have them send you a locket-size copy of my mug-shot when they book me.” He meant it as a light-hearted joke, but Lucy breaks down crying instead. He sighs, and wraps his arm around her, slowly lowering her back to her pillow. “I’m sorry, draga. I didn’t mean for that to upset you.”

“You’re so stupid sometimes, Garcia,” she cries.

She holds onto the back of his neck, and pulls him to her lips.

He kisses her back as he lowers his body onto hers. He holds onto her shoulder, and massages her skin with his thumb.

Lucy weaves her fingers into his hair, and cries when he opens his mouth to her.

He trails his hand from her shoulder down to her abdomen, and holds her. He pulls out of their kiss and rests his forehead against hers.

“Maybe we’ll be blessed with a miracle,” he whispers.

Lucy nods her head, and rests her hand on top of his. “But will the last five nights have been enough?”

“Sperm can survive inside you up to five days, draga…” He kisses her cheek. “I pray that’s enough, and if it’s not, then…” He nuzzles his face in the crook of her neck, and whispers, “then once we’re married, we’ll have all the conjugal visits in the world to keep trying.”

“Mm…” Lucy moans, slowly running her hand down the front of his chest, over his abdomen, and then gently takes hold of his shaft. “Maybe we have enough time to try again now…”

Garcia grins, and lowers himself again to kiss his fiancée as she slowly strokes him. He reaches down between them to check, and… and Lucy is nowhere near ready for him to enter her.

“It doesn’t matter, dušo…” she whispers, “We don’t have a lot of time to worry about me.”

“Mm,” he groans, raising his hand to his mouth. He wets his fingers with his saliva, and reaches back down between her legs to lubricate her the best he can. And she holds him, guiding him towards her entrance.


“U.S. Marshals!” A man’s voice shouts from outside their bunk door.

“No,” Lucy whimpers quietly, wrapping her arms around Garcia’s neck.

She kisses him.

Since last Tuesday, Garcia has been able to keep his emotions in check. But now that they’re here to take him away, he cries into her mouth as he returns her kiss, and wraps his arms underneath her back tightly. Never wanting to let go.

The door to their bunk opens and three U.S. Marshals enter the room.

“Sorry, ma’am, but we need to take the fugitive into custody.” The lead Marshal tells Lucy.

Garcia reluctantly pulls away from Lucy, wiping a tear from his cheek as he stands.

“No…” Lucy cries, pulling the blanket up to cover her body. She gets out of bed, and looks at the U.S. Marshals, her eyes pleading with them to give her and Garcia a few more minutes alone.

Garcia crosses the room, and dresses in his cargo pants, and white t-shirt.

He sits down in the worn chair in the corner of the room, and puts on his shoes.

He stands and gently tugs at the back of his shirt.

“Lucy,” he says, barely capable of making a sound. He clears his throat and tries again. “Lucy, draga…” She goes to him, and he takes her in his arms – kissing the top of her head as she wraps her arms around him. “I have to go… but um… Denise will be able to help you figure out how to visit me, and… tell her we’re engaged, and…” He squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back tears.

He can’t cry in front of her.

Not now.

Not when she needs someone to be strong.

“I love you, Garcia,” she cries.

“I know… and I love you too, draga.”

Lucy presses her cheek against his chest, and refuses to let go of him.

He runs his hand through her hair as he gives the U.S. Marshals a look.

“Lucy…” he whispers. “If you don’t let me go, they’ll pry you off of me, and I know that’s not how you want this to happen.”

Lucy sniffles, but still refuses to unwrap her arms from him. “I can’t…” She shakes her head, crying quietly.

Saying goodbye was never going to be easy.

“Ma’am.” The lead Marshal gently grabs onto Lucy’s arm, and tugs at her, not wanting to force her to let go of Garcia.

“Draga, please…”

Lucy looks up and sees tears welling in Garcia’s eyes.

He blinks, looking away from her. Not wanting to see her heart break. He holds onto the back of her neck, and kisses the top of her head. “This isn’t goodbye forever, Lucy…”

Reluctantly, she steps away from him.

Her eyes meet his as the Marshal goes to him, and pulls his arms behind his back – handcuffing him.

The life she and Garcia had talked about having once the war with Rittenhouse was over, flashes before her eyes as she watches the U.S. Marshal guide him out of their bunk.

She’s in a daze.


Unable to breathe as they turn the corner and Garcia falls out of her sight.

She’s naked, wrapped only in their blanket.

Does she follow them?

If she does, she knows she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from falling into hysterics.


Lucy quickly throws the blanket to the ground, and throws on one of Garcia’s t-shirts, it’s long enough to keep her properly covered.

She runs out of the room just as she sees the men turn left at the end of the hallway, heading towards the bunker’s exit.

She follows them, and stops when she sees the others.

Jiya, Rufus, Connor, and Wyatt are standing silently, watching, in the common area.

Denise is at the end of the corridor, standing next to the exit.

Words are being exchanged between her and the Marshals.

Garcia’s head is lowered, not wanting the others to see him hauled away. But as it’s been since he first came to the bunker, respect for him is lacking – even if the others have warmed up to him over the years.

The lead U.S. Marshal pushes him to exit the bunker.

“Garcia!” Lucy calls out for him.

He turns his head to look at her just as Denise closes the door.

Lucy stands motionless.

Staring at the closed door.

He’s gone.

“Lucy…” Jiya quietly says her name as she places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“No,” Lucy says, shaking her head.

She steps away from Jiya, and glances towards the others still watching in the common area. Rufus looks away, not able to meet her gaze. Connor gives her a consoling look, and Wyatt… he’s trying his best to look sympathetic, but everyone knows how he feels about Garcia, so his look of sympathy only makes this hurt more.

Without a word, Jiya wraps her arm around Lucy’s shoulder, and leads her away.

They enter Lucy and Garcia’s bunk.

Jiya closes the door as Lucy sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at the chair in the corner of the room. Lucy closes her eyes, remembering the first time she woke up in this bed.

Nothing to apologize for. You were a gentle and responsive lover.

It doesn’t feel real.

Losing her best friend.

Her lover.

Her fiancé.

A man innocent of the crimes which he’s been accused.

We’ve both lost our families to Rittenhouse, and we’re both alone.

And now, she truly feels alone.

At least with Garcia, she had a friend. Someone who understood her. Someone she could confide in when everything else was falling apart around her. Rittenhouse may have been destroyed, but the damage they did to Garcia remains. They framed him for the murder of his family, and that falsity could not be erased.

“I’ll help you pack,” Jiya says, interrupting Lucy’s thoughts.

Lucy nods her head.

She stands up and retrieves Garcia’s burgundy turtleneck from a cubby hole in the wall. She holds it against her chest, and can smell a hint of his aftershave on its fabric.

Tears sting her eyes.

“I can’t do this without him, Jiya…” she cries.

Jiya wraps her arms around Lucy. “I know, but I also believe that one day you’ll get to have the life you want with him.” Jiya holds onto the back of Lucy’s head. “You have to believe that, too. After everything he did to save the world… after everything you both have sacrificed… this can’t be how your story ends.”

Lucy steps back, wiping away her tears.

She holds onto her locket, and Garcia’s ring – squeezing her hand around them both.

She has to believe Jiya.

This can’t be how their story ends.

It won’t.