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It was not a happy homecoming. Despite the fact that the tour had been an amazing experience for everyone involved, and that it had been a great success, learning about the death of Charon and the imminent death of Jax Panic had put everyone in a terrible mood. Especially Spectre, and who could blame him. Instead of cries of joy as the band trickled into the arrivals lounge at Heathrow, familes and lovers greeted each other with cries of grief. Deirdre practically fell into the arms of Renee and Kait. Autumn was quick to latch onto Timothy, with Victor standing behind her looking like an unhappy statue. Mara flung herself into Spectre's arms while Abby hung back. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't panic anyone, as no one except Peter knew he was back yet.
But someone else was missing and that caused quite a panic. Flynn had expected to be able to do the same as everyone else, falling into the arms of his Quinn and letting Quinn hold him close. But he just wasn't here. Flynn searched all over, slowly at first because maybe Quinn was just in the loo. But Flynn checked there too, and it was obvious that he wasn't.
When Flynn rushed up to Spectre and Abby's side, he pulled frantically on Spectre's shirt. "Quinn isn't here!" He squeaked. "He said he'd be here, but he isn't here, we have to find him!"
Word spread through the group like wildfire. Quinn hadn't shown up, despite the fact that he'd planned to be here. In fact, the plan had been to meet here and head back to Quinn and Autumn's for a party that was probably going to be a lot less party-like considering the state of things. And, as another of their group may have been in danger, they decided to split up to look for him. Flynn was frantic. Absolutely frantic. While Deirdre had gone to check the campus with Renee and Kait, and several others had gone to various Quinnhaunts, Flynn, Autumn, Timothy, Abby and Spectre had gone to Quinn and Autumn's house. And it was there that they found the door ajar.
Flynn's hands were shaking as he entered the house. All he kept thinking was that it couldn't happen to Jax and Quinn. Not two of them. It wasn't fair. Autumn clung to Timothy and she hid partially behind him, frantically calling for her dogs. Why weren't they coming?! Where were they?!
Flynn rounded the corner, and that was where he found the man he loved. He cried out in horror, the anguished sound half sticking in his dry throat. Quinn was lying there at the foot of the stairs, limp and pale. There was a pool of vomit beside him and he was lying in drying blood that had clearly leaked from his ears, nose and mouth. He looked...beyond terrible. Cut and beaten and broken...Flynn had seen this before. His brother and his friends had done this to Quinn in revenge for taking Flynn away from them. Oh his poor baby. Flynn's heart jumped into his chest and he rushed over to his boyfriend. "Baby! Baby, what happened?! Quinn?! QUINN!?" When Quinn received no response, he started to shake Quinn frantically, trying to wake him up. Abby snapped out of her frozen horror and she left a whimpering Spectre behind to pull Flynn off of Quinn.
"Don't, Flynn! You'll make it worse! Someone ring an ambulance!" Abby screamed, leaning down to make sure he was still breathing. Oh god, this was bad.
Now that he had been pulled back, Flynn was able to see that Quinn was missing his left eye. His beautiful eyes... and Quinn's trousers were undone and his boxers had been cut open. "FUCK!" Flynn shouted frantically. "No!" Someone had assaulted his Quinn. They'd violated him and they'd beaten him and left him here to rot. Flynn clasped his hands over his mouth and he slid down the wall, sobbing uncontrollably eyes wide opened and horrified. He hadn't cried in 5 years, but seeing his Quinn like this was more than enough to break the dam.
Autumn had disappeared to ring an ambulance as quickly as possible. She had needed something to do. This was giving her too many memories. Seeing her housemate like this...what if she'd been home?! Oh god...
Flynn continued to sob as Abby tried her best to check Quinn's status. "He's still breathing..." Abby whispered, though she didn't know how long that was going to be true for. Spectre hung back, looking about as lost and haunted as anyone would have seen him in a very, very long time.
The room started to fade away, and all Flynn could feel was the pain. His Quinn. His other half. Distantly, he heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance, but everything was as if it was through a fog. He knew who had done this. Reagan, Fable and Hamish. He hadn't rejoined the PIRA so they were punishing him. Reagan had violated Quinn because she was jealous that he was with Flynn instead of herself. Fable had instructed Hamish to beat Quinn so Flynn understood the cost of his choice. Flynn never should have let this happen. He should have known that he was not meant to be happy. That life was not for him.
And for the first time in six years, anger, hate and revenge entered Flynn's heart and there they began to fester.
But someone else was missing and that caused quite a panic. Flynn had expected to be able to do the same as everyone else, falling into the arms of his Quinn and letting Quinn hold him close. But he just wasn't here. Flynn searched all over, slowly at first because maybe Quinn was just in the loo. But Flynn checked there too, and it was obvious that he wasn't.
When Flynn rushed up to Spectre and Abby's side, he pulled frantically on Spectre's shirt. "Quinn isn't here!" He squeaked. "He said he'd be here, but he isn't here, we have to find him!"
Word spread through the group like wildfire. Quinn hadn't shown up, despite the fact that he'd planned to be here. In fact, the plan had been to meet here and head back to Quinn and Autumn's for a party that was probably going to be a lot less party-like considering the state of things. And, as another of their group may have been in danger, they decided to split up to look for him. Flynn was frantic. Absolutely frantic. While Deirdre had gone to check the campus with Renee and Kait, and several others had gone to various Quinnhaunts, Flynn, Autumn, Timothy, Abby and Spectre had gone to Quinn and Autumn's house. And it was there that they found the door ajar.
Flynn's hands were shaking as he entered the house. All he kept thinking was that it couldn't happen to Jax and Quinn. Not two of them. It wasn't fair. Autumn clung to Timothy and she hid partially behind him, frantically calling for her dogs. Why weren't they coming?! Where were they?!
Flynn rounded the corner, and that was where he found the man he loved. He cried out in horror, the anguished sound half sticking in his dry throat. Quinn was lying there at the foot of the stairs, limp and pale. There was a pool of vomit beside him and he was lying in drying blood that had clearly leaked from his ears, nose and mouth. He looked...beyond terrible. Cut and beaten and broken...Flynn had seen this before. His brother and his friends had done this to Quinn in revenge for taking Flynn away from them. Oh his poor baby. Flynn's heart jumped into his chest and he rushed over to his boyfriend. "Baby! Baby, what happened?! Quinn?! QUINN!?" When Quinn received no response, he started to shake Quinn frantically, trying to wake him up. Abby snapped out of her frozen horror and she left a whimpering Spectre behind to pull Flynn off of Quinn.
"Don't, Flynn! You'll make it worse! Someone ring an ambulance!" Abby screamed, leaning down to make sure he was still breathing. Oh god, this was bad.
Now that he had been pulled back, Flynn was able to see that Quinn was missing his left eye. His beautiful eyes... and Quinn's trousers were undone and his boxers had been cut open. "FUCK!" Flynn shouted frantically. "No!" Someone had assaulted his Quinn. They'd violated him and they'd beaten him and left him here to rot. Flynn clasped his hands over his mouth and he slid down the wall, sobbing uncontrollably eyes wide opened and horrified. He hadn't cried in 5 years, but seeing his Quinn like this was more than enough to break the dam.
Autumn had disappeared to ring an ambulance as quickly as possible. She had needed something to do. This was giving her too many memories. Seeing her housemate like this...what if she'd been home?! Oh god...
Flynn continued to sob as Abby tried her best to check Quinn's status. "He's still breathing..." Abby whispered, though she didn't know how long that was going to be true for. Spectre hung back, looking about as lost and haunted as anyone would have seen him in a very, very long time.
The room started to fade away, and all Flynn could feel was the pain. His Quinn. His other half. Distantly, he heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance, but everything was as if it was through a fog. He knew who had done this. Reagan, Fable and Hamish. He hadn't rejoined the PIRA so they were punishing him. Reagan had violated Quinn because she was jealous that he was with Flynn instead of herself. Fable had instructed Hamish to beat Quinn so Flynn understood the cost of his choice. Flynn never should have let this happen. He should have known that he was not meant to be happy. That life was not for him.
And for the first time in six years, anger, hate and revenge entered Flynn's heart and there they began to fester.
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