bloodsport [fighting in a love war]: two
you all never stopped asking for a second part of this, and since timeless is officially back from the dead, well, the occasion should be commemorated. tagging @crazykittehcat, @queenofexplosions, @extasiswings, and @prairiepirate. sorry for any typos, as it is a horrible pain in the ass to post fic on a tablet, but my computer is still dead, so.
Flynn and Lucy do not speak to each other for the next three days. This is noteworthy enough, given that Wyatt and Rufus have generally relied on her to communicate important bulletins to the fourth member of their team (or as Rufus puts it, “translating it into asshole”), that it causes both of them to take notice. It’s kind of hard not to, given that they get caught in the 1863 New York Draft Riots, straight out of Martin Scorsese, and Flynn is shooting on one side, Wyatt is shooting on the other, there is absolutely not a word exchanged between either of them, and they nearly all get killed by the Gangs of New York before they can bail. Once they arrive back at the Lifeboat, sooty and shouting and with bullet holes through several dangerously nearby pieces of their clothing, Wyatt finally explodes, “What the hell was that about, man? Huh?”
“It’s my fault now, Wyatt?” Flynn is sleek and suave and showing his teeth, which means he’s feeling especially dangerous. “Given the fact that I was the one who told you Boss Tweed was Rittenhouse, you should thank me for – ”
“Is that what you call it? You ordered Lucy to tell us that Boss Tweed was Rittenhouse, which I am sure she already knew, and which anyone could guess by looking at the guy for two seconds, and then you went to peace out in Five Points while the rest of us were dodging mobsters, so yeah, Flynn, you were a big help!” Wyatt shoves his gun into the holster as they clamber in and slam the door, not wanting to hang around here any longer than they have to. He goes to help Lucy with her seatbelt as usual, but she shakes her head at him. Flynn looks smug, goes to help instead just to show up Wyatt while briefly forgetting he’s not talking to her, and then smartly decides he does not want to try to touch her in any capacity after the look she just gave him. He sits down, buckles up with a black cloud almost visible over his head, and nobody says a word as Rufus fires up the jump to launch them back to 2017.
Once they land, Lucy angrily undoes her harness, picks up her skirts, and storms out of the Lifeboat without a word, which leaves the men behind for an extremely awkward competition of who can get out the fastest without running into each other. Rufus books it like he’s trying out for the track team, and Flynn starts his usual melodramatic stalk off to brooding solitude, but Wyatt grabs his arm. “Hey. I’m not done with you yet.”
“What a pity, I’m done with you.” Flynn’s eyes smolder back at him like burning coals. “All of you, really.”
“Yeah. We know. You haven’t stopped telling us every day. We get it. You hate us. But you know what? Fight me. I can take it. Don’t you dare hurt Lucy, or – ”
“Is that what you think I did? Hurt her?”
“I think you did something. What the hell happened?”