darker_london | Memories (Flynn/Quinn) (Reply)

Quinn had been increasingly silent since the visit of Flynn's parents the day before. Flynn knew it wasn't just that though. There were other factors. Autumn had tried to kill herself, and Quinn really adored her. It hurt him terribly to think that he'd almost lost her. He'd gone positively green when Flynn had pushed the button on the answering machine at Autumn's house out of pure curiosity, and Jake's voice had filled the room with disgusting promises to rip Autumn open and expose her insides so the world could see her for the whore she was... And it was little wonder why. Flynn had a stronger stomach, and even he felt sick to hear that. Quinn had burst into tears.

The dreaded answering machine had been silenced, but the words they'd both heard still resounded in both of their ears. And Flynn found himself quite worried for Quinn's well-being. In fact, he hadn't seen Quinn like this since Whitehead when Quinn had been terrified that he would be harmed again. When he had had terrible insults thrown at him by people who had the sophistication of a baboon's arse. "Quinn." Flynn said softly, setting himself down beside his lover on Autumn's sofa. "We won't let that bastard hurt her. You know we won't."

Quinn nodded, leaning his head down against Flynn's shoulder. "It was just so scary...hearing what he had planned. Imagining him doing that to Autumn. It's disgusting."

"Yes." Flynn nodded. "Which is why we won't let him." He kissed Quinn's temple softly. "Quinn...I won't let anyone else hurt you, either."

Quinn gave Flynn a feeble smile. "I may have been projecting a bit..."

"I noticed." Flynn nodded, but he wasn't being rude about it. Of course Quinn was projecting... "Evil people exist in this world, but I like to think we counter-balance that."

"You certainly do for me." A little of Quinn's colour returned as he turned to face Flynn. "And the cops are coming?"

Flynn nodded. "Absolutely."

"And Victor's going to help us too?"

"Yep. We'll get the damn things recorded so they can even be used in court if they have to." Flynn took Quinn's hand in his. "He can't keep messing things up. We'll stop it."

Quinn nodded firmly then, so glad he had Flynn there to be his strength in this matter. "We will." And then he added, "Mal...I'm sorry your parents are dipsticks."

Flynn shrugged. "But I knew that, didn't I?" And he squeezed Quinn's hand. "Let's go ring Victor. And I'm baking you muffins. You look like you could use muffins."

Quinn looked dubious. "Do you even know how to bake muffins?!"

"You put them in a muffin tin, right?"

"Oh dear. I'll help." Quinn let Flynn help him off the sofa and they headed to the kitchen together.