Midnight murmurings (Flynn, Quinn, Eamon, Bob, Maree)

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It was late by the time Flynn arrived back at the hospital with Eamon in tow. Spectre had told him he could disappear right away, but now that he knew Quinn's parents were here, the immediacy was less. And Eamon had insisted that he be brought backstage so he could be shown everything. Once he'd ooohed and aaahed and met everyone, they had returned.

Quinn was asleep when they walked in, and Maree was curled up in a chair, snoring away. "Flynn came to relive you from your duties." Eamon whispered to his father, glancing over at Mum. "We should get her back to the hotel before she starts dream talking about Sean Connery again.

Bob smiled at his son and he nodded, but he stood and turned to face Flynn first. "How was it, Son?"

"The concert was amazing. The audience really liked it. And Eamon recorded it all, so you'll be able to see. How's Quinn?" Flynn asked, turning to look at his gorgeous boy, looking so small in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines. Flynn was glad he wasn't attached to any of them...

"They said they'll know more by mid-morning when the results get back. But he seems okay. He ate a little and he's sleeping now. He's bummed he missed the concert. He wanted to see it very much."

"He won't miss seeing it. We made sure." Eamon smiled at his father and then he moved over to his mother's side.

"Tomorrow morning." Flynn said, trying to get himself to believe that tomorrow morning it would all be okay. "Tomorrow morning. Alright. Uhm...drive carefully? It's still a bit...yikes out there."

"We will. Of course we will." Bob gave Flynn a hug, and then he headed over to help his wife up. "Come on, Maree. Time to go to the hotel."

"Mister...Bond..." Maree mumbled in her sleep as Eamon and Bob helped her up.

"Yes, yes, I'm Mister Bond." Bob winked at Flynn. "Just you keep believing that."

Once they were gone, Flynn stood there for a moment before crawling into bed with Quinn. He kissed his lover's hair and watched Quinn stir a little in his sleep. His mouth was hanging open, but Flynn just found it charming. "I love you, Babyface. Just you get better, alright?" He draped his arm over Quinn's side, and he rested his head down on Quinn's pillow. But he didn't sleep. He had to watch. Just to make sure that everything continued to be okay.