Getting back is more complicated than getting there since only three people can fit in the cockpit at a time. Rufus and Wyatt wind up going back first, as he needs medical attention, and Lucy waits with Eliot in 1919. He isn’t sure when the mood in the room changed, but it’s different – she still talks at him somewhat, but it’s more pleasant, an endless ramble about all the things the world is on the cusp of, based on where they’re standing right at that moment. It makes him smile, convinced that she’s not paying attention. He’s always been a sucker for a passionate woman, even if the topic is not something that happens to be a personal passion.
But when they return to the present, they go their separate ways, and Eliot knows he’s never going to see her after this. At least, he’s convinced of that until she makes her way back into the Brewery again, spotting him behind the bar and making her way closer with a smile.
“I didn’t know you worked here,” she comments as she slides up on the barstool. “I guess I just assumed it was a favorite haunt.”
“It is,” Eliot smirks. “But I tend to have my hands in a lot of pies anyway. A friend of mine owns it, and he let me have control of the menu.” He pauses long enough to take stock of the bar in front of him. “Can I get you anything?”
She shakes her head. “I won’t keep you. I just wanted to let you know that Wyatt’s doing a lot better. He’ll still have some recovery to do, but he’ll be okay.”
Eliot can’t say he needed that kind of reassurance, but he certainly won’t complain about her being there. “Good to know. But you could have called.”
“That’s true. I could have.” She plays with the hem of her shirt before straightening again. “I guess I also wanted to say thank you. I know I was hard on you in the beginning, but … it means a lot to me that you helped.”
“You don’t have to thank me for doing my job. But you’re welcome. I was happy to do it.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Well, that was all I wanted to say.” She still doesn’t leave her stool, however, which makes him wonder if there is something more she wanted to say. Instead of waiting her out forever, he decides to give her the opening.
“You sure you don’t want to stick around? The food around here’s pretty good.”
She raises an eyebrow curiously. “I would hope so. You don’t seem the type to have only a lackluster menu.”
“I could recommend a few things. Or I could surprise you – head back and fix you something myself.”
A curious expression crosses her face before she nods. “Okay. I trust you.”
He grins, before turning to head back to the kitchen. “If you want to go pick a booth, I’ll join you.”
She smiles softly. “Okay. I’d like that.”
Eventually, he reemerges with two plates and a bottle of wine to go with it, and he slides into the booth across from her to enjoy a meal with someone who’s not a member of the team for the first time in a while. He has a feeling that no matter the topic, Lucy certainly won’t make this boring.
still we found a reason to carry on ~ leverage/timeless ~ 3,019 ~ part 2
Getting back is more complicated than getting there since only three people can fit in the cockpit at a time. Rufus and Wyatt wind up going back first, as he needs medical attention, and Lucy waits with Eliot in 1919. He isn’t sure when the mood in the room changed, but it’s different – she still talks at him somewhat, but it’s more pleasant, an endless ramble about all the things the world is on the cusp of, based on where they’re standing right at that moment. It makes him smile, convinced that she’s not paying attention. He’s always been a sucker for a passionate woman, even if the topic is not something that happens to be a personal passion.
But when they return to the present, they go their separate ways, and Eliot knows he’s never going to see her after this. At least, he’s convinced of that until she makes her way back into the Brewery again, spotting him behind the bar and making her way closer with a smile.
“I didn’t know you worked here,” she comments as she slides up on the barstool. “I guess I just assumed it was a favorite haunt.”
“It is,” Eliot smirks. “But I tend to have my hands in a lot of pies anyway. A friend of mine owns it, and he let me have control of the menu.” He pauses long enough to take stock of the bar in front of him. “Can I get you anything?”
She shakes her head. “I won’t keep you. I just wanted to let you know that Wyatt’s doing a lot better. He’ll still have some recovery to do, but he’ll be okay.”
Eliot can’t say he needed that kind of reassurance, but he certainly won’t complain about her being there. “Good to know. But you could have called.”
“That’s true. I could have.” She plays with the hem of her shirt before straightening again. “I guess I also wanted to say thank you. I know I was hard on you in the beginning, but … it means a lot to me that you helped.”
“You don’t have to thank me for doing my job. But you’re welcome. I was happy to do it.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Well, that was all I wanted to say.” She still doesn’t leave her stool, however, which makes him wonder if there is something more she wanted to say. Instead of waiting her out forever, he decides to give her the opening.
“You sure you don’t want to stick around? The food around here’s pretty good.”
She raises an eyebrow curiously. “I would hope so. You don’t seem the type to have only a lackluster menu.”
“I could recommend a few things. Or I could surprise you – head back and fix you something myself.”
A curious expression crosses her face before she nods. “Okay. I trust you.”
He grins, before turning to head back to the kitchen. “If you want to go pick a booth, I’ll join you.”
She smiles softly. “Okay. I’d like that.”
Eventually, he reemerges with two plates and a bottle of wine to go with it, and he slides into the booth across from her to enjoy a meal with someone who’s not a member of the team for the first time in a while. He has a feeling that no matter the topic, Lucy certainly won’t make this boring.