The Historian

                                             Lucy Preston

                    Professor, Historian, Protector of Time

it’s  been  rough.  lorena  wasn’t  back,  but  iris  was,  and  garcia  wasn’t  one  to  discount  that  miracle.  he’s  sat  on  the  ground  with  the  girl  in  his  lap,  reading  a  book,  when  he  notices  lucy.  he  doesn’t  meet  her  eyes.  he  feels  guilt  about  liking  her.  about  caring  about  her.  now  that  iris  was  back,  hope  was  there  that  lorena  could  come  too.  it  was…  conflicting.  

it’s  late.  iris  had  a  nightmare  and  he  couldn’t  bear  to  see   her  so  upset,  so  they’d  moved  to the  living  area,  turned  on  a  lamp,  and  were  reading  in  croatian,  garcia  tracing  the  words  of   a  history  book  to  the  seven  year  old.

                 Liv’s left Garcia’s room without him maybe once today to shower and brush her teeth. She’d bumped into Wyatt on her way back and slammed her foot down on his instep and ran back to the room when he’d tried to ask her how she was doing.

                 So Lucy is correct in her assumption that she hasn’t eaten much today.

                She sits with her head pillowed in her arms, “Yes, please.” she requests softly in regards to the milk. Once it’s set in front of her Livvy holds her hand just above the mug until the milk steams. Two cookies, and about five minutes of silence later she says, “…thank you.”

The sound of a pleasant, feminine voice catches His attention, and He lifts His gaze from the newspaper that He has unfolded in His lap. When He had gone to the cafe down the street for His morning coffee, He hadn’t expected a visitor   –   but nonetheless He looks upon the pretty stranger, and it takes Him a moment to realize that she’s talking to Him.   What did she call Us?    Flynn… Flynn… Flynn…   He does a brief mental inventory of all of the aliases that He’s used, the many men that He’s been, and the name she has called Him does not ring a bell.   Flynn… Flynn… Flynn…   Regardless of the identity of who she seeks, she is a pretty woman who is speaking to Him, and that alone is enough to gain His full attention. Folding His newspaper and setting it flat on the table, Kilgrave turns to her, eyebrow raised.

“Certainly. How could I ever say no to a beautiful creature such as yourself.”   Smirking, He gestures to the chair across from His own.   “Please, have a seat. Then We can discuss whatever you’d like.”

                                                  Lucy Preston

                        Professor, Historian, Protector of Time

                  Liv steps out, closes the door quietly behind her as to not wake Garcia. It’s been a while since she’s eaten, and it seems like ages since she’s had freshly baked cookies. And that’s the only reason she even considers following Lucy out and to the kitchen.

                    “If they’re some gross oatmeal raisin shit you can forget it.” Liv states. 

                   “Garcia’s taking a nap. Did you need something?” Liv sounds a little irritated, impatient, because she is. She doesn’t exactly like any of these people with the exception of Flynn and so far all of their attempts to get closer to her have been met with suspicion and Lucy, despite their shared experiences, isn’t an exception. “Look. I got a book I could be finishing so if this isn’t important can you leave?”

the summer had gone by too fast and too slow. he never forgot the odd, though beautiful, american woman he met when taking Iris on a walk to get them both out of the house. while iris was supposed to have attended garcia’s alma mater of durmstrang, enough strings were pulled due to his new position teaching charms that she was attending hogwarts. he hadn’t paid much attention to the other teachers until they were introduced at the feast – miss lucy preston. 

he lets himself stand as he’s introduced and forces himself not to stare. he can talk to her later. though things just got more complicated. before it was easy. they wouldn’t meet again. they could be sweet and meaningful and…something. now…now things were complicated. because garcia wasn't ready. three years and still reeling from the death of his wife.

it’s following the after dinner teacher’s meeting when he knows iris is safe in the slytherin dorms that he speaks to her. “hello.” he greets her, gently. “i—it’s nice to see you.”

Her summer was one she could not forget. She had chosen Croatia on a whim, feeling like Italy was always full of tourists & finding others recommending her the sights of the country right next door. So she did, enjoying the history of the place, magical or otherwise, as she found herself in Zagreb. She couldn’t believe how amazing it was, until she met a man that she just couldn’t manage to look away from. Handsome, tall, kind, & accompanied by the most beautiful girl that he called his own. They talked & talked every day she was there, until her last. She nearly kissed him, but was too shy to go through with it.