Scars Of Time

Don't Be Afraid

Present Day

Tenley spent the first few hours back filling Agent Christopher and the team in on what transpired between her and Jack. She informed them that Jack was the same Jack from the Pulaski disaster. She told them everything he had told her regarding Rittenhouse and Bloodstone. She turned her attention towards the battered Wyatt to tell him that Jack was his son from the future - the one he'd have with Jessica. Towards the end of the conversation, she told them the warning Jack had given her about someone names 'Reynolds'.

Lucy's head whipped around at the mention. She had stated that Edgar Allen Poe had been found muttering something about a Reynolds shortly before he died. She was convinced that it was related.

When Tenley finished regaling the team with the conversations she had with Jack, she left to clean up. She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, taking in her reflection. She understood why the police back in 1888 thought she had attacked that woman. She was covered in blood; even her face had dried streaks of blood across her forehead and cheek.

She turned to use the mirror as an aid to untie the dress from behind. She struggled. She let her arms fall to her sides, sighing heavily out of frustration. She just wanted to shower and scrub the grime and blood from her body. She began to hate historical fashion with a passion.

She opened the door to the bathroom and bumped into Flynn. She took a step backward. "Sorry."

He examined her face, concern gradually growing on his face. "Are you all right?"

"I just need a shower," she grumbled. "I can't get the ties undone on this stupid dress. I was going to grab Lucy or Jiya-"

He motioned for her to return to the bathroom. Once they returned inside the bathroom, he closed the door, motioning with his finger for her to turn around. She hesitated for a moment before turning around to allow him access to the ties.

She could feel his fingers tugging at the ties on the back of the dress, loosening them as he went.

"Are you going to lecture me?" she asked, breaking the silence.

He furrowed his brow at her words. "Should I be lecturing you?"

"I was kidnapped again," she pointed out.

"No," he sighed. "Not really."

"Still," she replied, sounding defeated. "I got myself into a situation that required rescuing. Again."

He smirked, still working on the ties on her dress. "Different situation, Nine."

Her eyes closed at the sound of his nickname for her. He hadn't called her that in a while. It reminded her of better days.

She felt the bodice of her dress give away, telling her that the ties were loosened. She felt his fingers helping with the petticoat underneath. The ties to her petticoat didn't take as long to undo and she felt his fingers gently graze her skin.

The brief contact his fingers had with her back caused his breath to hitch in his chest. He lingered for a moment, unsure of what to do. He wanted to turn her around and kiss her, letting her know that she was all right and safe, but he knew what he should do instead. He forced himself to pull away from her.

He cleared his throat and said, "You're good to go."

She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Thank you."

He smiled at her before taking his leave of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

She placed the chair in front of the door, due to their protocol and headed to the showers to scrub the past from her body.