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When you kiss me, I am happy enough to die
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I really do love you.
helen and jess: I remember morning sickness quite well, thank you.
"I remember morning sickness quite well, thank you," Dr. Magnus mutters, nudging the glass into Jess's hand, and Jess pauses. Blinks, letting the words roll around in her head, not quite grasping them at first. Magnus, of course, takes advantage of her distraction, pushing the glass up toward Jess's mouth.
Absently, Jess sips. It's... Disgusting, frankly, but it stays down, and she reluctantly takes another sip.
"You have a kid?" She asks finally, and now it's Magnus' turn to pause. She's quiet for just a few seconds too long; long enough for the pieces to fall together in Jessica's mind, for a wave of fear so deep she cannot name it to wash over her, and her hand goes to cover her own bump protectively just as Magnus finally answers.
"I did once. A very long time ago."
Jess opens her mouth, grappling for something-anything-to say, but Magnus pushes forward, firm and unyielding.
"Drink up; it will help settle your stomach. I'll not have anything happening to either of you on my watch."
And so she settles for what might be the only thing Magnus will accept: "Thank you."
helen and jordan: careful!
Everything hurt. She ached down to her bones, head spinning, but above it all was the crushing disappointment. Once again, she’d thought that someone would love and accept her for who she was. And once again, she was left alone and suffering, with just one more reminder that she wasn’t-would never be-good enough.
Well, she wasn’t completely alone. The woman stayed. What did Benjamin call her? Jessica? He’d called her a villain, and maybe she was, but she was pregnant, and Jordan just couldn’t justify using her powers like that. Hurting a soldier was one thing; hurting an innocent child was another. And when the only one Jordan trusted betrayed her, Jessica chose to stay.
“You’re okay,” Jessica said, not soft and assuring but matter-of-fact. “Help is almost here.”
Who could she have called? Emma? The redhead didn’t really strike Jordan as the type to help an enemy. Maybe her husband? Would that little team even be able to help Jordan? Or-
“Where is she?”
It took several long seconds to place the voice: British accent, clipped and commanding. After all these months, it would seem Helen Magnus got her wish after all; Jordan didn’t know whether to be relieved or afraid. If she ended up in a cage, or dissected on a table somewhere…. All her life, she’d just wanted to be normal. Free. Loved. And now here she was, bleeding out on the pavement, her only allies a pregnant woman who once tried to kill her and a mysterious stranger rumored to lock up the unusual things of the world.
But what was the alternative? She couldn’t exactly turn away help at the moment.
“Over here.”
Footsteps drew close to Jordan, who forced her eyes open. Tears and pain blurred her vision, but she could make out Dr. Magnus’ figure, kneeling softly beside Jordan and reaching for her. “You’ll be alright,” she promised. “Just breathe.”
“Careful!” Jordan gasped out, drawing back instinctively from the hands, even as her whole body screamed in protest. “You can’t-it’s not-”
“I know.” She caught Jordan by the arms, and it was thick leather, not flesh, resting against Jordan’s skin. Gloves; smart woman. “Just let me help you. Hm?”
Whatever she wanted with Jordan, whatever her plans, she might have been the only hope Jordan had left.
jess/wyatt: I understand. It's ok.
“I understand.” He lowers his gun, bowing his head slightly. “It’s okay.”
It takes her just a few heartbeats to realize his meaning, heartbeats that stretch out between them. He thinks she’s going to kill him (and she should, shouldn’t she? They’re on opposite sides of a war, and if she doesn’t take the shot now, someone else will, or he’ll put someone on her side in the ground), and he’s not even going to fight her.
Tears prick her eyes, chest tightening. Rittenhouse may be her family, but she loves this man, and she cannot-she cannot-
She’s lowering the gun before she even realizes it, closing the distance between them. He looks up, a question in his eyes that she doesn’t give him a chance to ask, and she presses her lips to his.
He should hesitate, should flinch-for crying out loud, he should push her away-but he falls into her easily, a broken noise slipping from his lips as he returns the kiss. And for a moment, there is nothing else: No Rittenhouse, no fear, no wars. There is only her husband, and the way they kiss each other as if they might never get another chance. His fingers are in her hair, she’s clinging to his shirt for dear life, and she can’t be sure if the salt she tastes is from her tears or his.
The sound of footsteps drawing near shatters their hastily-constructed bubble, and he releases her, looking around, fingers once again resting against his gun. Reality is flooding in, and she hates it, hates it so desperately she could scream.
“Join us,” she says, and her voice shakes, but she doesn’t care. This is no recruitment pitch; it’s a plea to the man she loves to please, please not force them apart.
He swallows. Meets her eyes, pain shining in his. “I can’t.” And of course he can’t; she knows that. His loyalty, his unwavering dedication to what’s right, no matter the cost, is only one of the many things she loves about him. “But you could come with us.” And oh, that same desperation drips from his words. “It’s not too late. You can do the right thing-”
But it is too late, and she knows it. She’s chosen her side, just as he’s chosen his. If she came back now, it would be in handcuffs; what sort of life is that, for her or her child? Besides, she owes Rittenhouse more than she can say. They saved her brother. They gave her purpose. And all they want to do is make the world a better place (don’t they?). That’s what Wyatt and his hopeless band of rebels are fighting, and Jessica could never be a part of that.
“Wyatt.”
One word is all it takes. His face falls, but he looks no more surprised than she feels. This is far from fair, but it’s how things are, and they can be no other way.
“Okay.” He squares his shoulders. Sets his jaw. “Okay.”
The footsteps draw closer still, and with them, voices: Lucy, Flynn, and Jiya. Any one of them would shoot her without hesitation. And if she tries to shoot first, Wyatt will protect them. He’ll never forgive himself, but it will be instinct: the soldier protecting his teammates.
So she nods, turns, and runs, vanishing into the night. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she grits her teeth, steeling herself. All she wants to do is run back to him, but that’s not an option. There is only forward.
#thinking about drawing a really strong contrast between eric/emma and wyjess in this story#something something 'on the same side and their 'love' is always one strong breeze away from breaking'#vs 'on opposite sides but their love will not break'#'meant to be on the same side determined to destroy each other vs meant to destroy each other but unwilling to do so'#idk. anyway#wyatt logan#jessica logan#wyjess#timeless#answered#thanks for the ask!#lattes of love#my fics#my writing#mine#the time wars
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jessica Logan/Wyatt Logan Characters: Wyatt Logan, Jessica Logan, Emma Whitmore Additional Tags: Salt and Light, Whumpcember 2023, 2023 Year of Whump, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gunshot Wounds, Pregnancy, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:
This has been a long time coming.
Source: archiveofourown.org
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reblog and put the tags what/who you think of when you hear the name Jessica
Wyatt/Jessica + "Watch where you're going!"
"Watch where you're going," Jessica warns, holding up a hand. Wyatt stops short, looking down to see what's gotten her attention. What he sees makes him do a double-take: A dozen men and women, no taller than the distance between his thumb and pointer, walking across the floor. Their wings drag on the ground behind them.
One man, with the world's smallest beard and mustache, catches him staring and scowls. "What's your problem?"
Wyatt takes an instinctive step back, before glancing around, desperately hoping no one noticed him retreating from people smaller than his hand. Judging by the muffled noise Tesla makes, he isn't so lucky.
"Uh… Nothing. I was just-"
"Just what? Wondering why we weren't flying? Would that be more convenient for you, O Giant One? Are we in your way here on the-"
"That's quite enough, Charlie," Dr. Magnus says, stepping forward with a kind but unyielding look. "The Logans are still trying to make sense of the reality they've just discovered. I expect everyone to give all of our new guests every consideration."
Charlie shoots Wyatt one last glare, but apparently he's not crazy enough to argue with Dr. Magnus, because after a second, he resumes walking, waving the others on.
"And I thought time travel was crazy," Wyatt murmurs, just loud enough for Jessica to hear.
Her startled giggle is a little too loud for the joke, but Wyatt gets it; for the first time since her defection from Rittenhouse, things feel a little normal between them, like they're just husband and wife laughing at the oddities of the neighbors.
Tentatively, he holds out his hand. When she takes it, holding so tightly he wonders if she expects him to pull away, something lost shifts back into place in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, they will be okay. They just have to take things slow, and watch their steps.
jess and helen: so you really mean everything you say.
"So you really mean everything you say?" Jessica looks her over with a skepticism that breaks Helen's heart a bit; poor girl has been surrounded by people using her and manipulating her for so long that honesty is completely foreign to her.
Helen's no stranger to keeping secrets from her people, but it lead to regret she's still grappling with.
"I do." Then, because she refuses to be dishonest with the girl- "I don't always say everything I mean, or everything I think, but I won't lie to you."
Jessica considers this for a long moment before nodding. "I'm in. What do you need from me?"
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Be careful.
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Whatever they’re threatening you with, you don’t have to listen, we can fight them. They didn’t threaten me, Wyatt. They raised me. What? My brother was sick. He was dying. There was no hope, and then Carol and Emma came to my parents with an offer, with a miracle! They saved him. In exchange for what? For you? They brought him life, Wyatt. And they gave me purpose. They taught me everything. They’re not bad people. They’re my family. No! The Jessica I knew had a family. Rittenhouse went back in time and they stole her from them. Because of me.
Oh another one! How about Jessica and Wyatt romantic for "Why? How can you ask me that? After everything?"
He's lying on the ground, bleeding furiously, clutching his shoulder with his free hand; if he does not survive this, she will burn the world to the ground without apology.
She drops to her knees beside him, the unfortunate souls responsible for his injury already dispatched, and glares. "Those bullets were meant for me! Why would you do that?"
The look he gives her if half-agony, half-disbelief, topped off with something she does not dare name (Because he can't still-not after everything-), as he takes her hand. "Why? How can you ask me that? After everything?"
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There are few things stronger in this world than the denial of a fandom over the death of a beloved character.