darker_london | Reunion (Flynn, Rage)

Reagan was feeling something she'd never actually experienced before. Guilt. And she didn't like it. It was an altogether stupid feeling, but it wouldn't go away by itself and Reagan knew it. She had to see Malachy. And she knew just how pleased he was going to be to see her...

She had called round, trying to find the hospital that Quinn was staying in. It had taken a few tries before she remembered his name had changed, and a few more to remember what it had changed to. But by Friday afternoon, she had the correct information and then she spent 2 hours pacing outside the hospital before she built up the courage to go in.

Reagan rounded the corner, and laid her eyes on Malachy for the first time in nearly 7 years. "Mal. Knew you'd be with him." Flynn was sitting on the bed, reading to Quinn who was staring out the window. He was awake more often these days, but how much he took in hadn't changed. Nor would it. "Someone really did a number on him. Poor Ardal..."

Flynn's eyes swivelled around and when they fell on Reagan, he was on his feet in an instant, book discarded beside his Quinn. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, his voice dangerous.

"I came to see how you were." Reagan answered, completely honestly. "Mal...look, I'll admit to wanting to stir Ardal up, okay? I hate that he ended up with you. It should have been me. But the thing is...I never would have wanted this because this means you're unhappy. This is fucked."

"No fucking kidding it's fucking fucked!" Flynn hissed, clenching his fists because he didn't know whether he wanted to believe her or not. Reagan was capable of doing this to Ardal if she wanted to. The things he'd witnessed her doing over the years...she didn't earn the nickname 'Rage' for bloody nothing. Even after seven years apart however, he could read her like a book, or at least a bloody graphic novel. He knew when she was being honest. And she was. It was written all over her face. Seeing her there like that, standing in the doorway being all...Reagan...it was too much and Flynn collapsed back onto the bed, letting his fists fall open.

"So you're not going to hit me, then?" Reagan quirked the corner of her lips up.

Flynn looked up at her and he shook his head. "As if I'd chance that. I remember what you did to your father. Not that he didn't deserve it." Flynn added, because he had absolutely no sympathy for someone who hit their children, even if those children were quite capable of evil things themselves.

"No one proved a thing." Reagan said with a pleased look on her face. She took a few steps into the room and Flynn did nothing to stop her. "Mal...Hamish and Fable told me you were...wrecked."

"Mmm." Flynn looked sideways at his boyfriend and he ran his fingers along Quinn's arm.

"Can I help?" Reagan bit her lip and she raised her eyebrows inquiringly.

"Do...you want to?" Flynn asked, sounding surprised.

"I want to help you." Reagan nodded. "Of course I do. Tell me how I can."

"Find the bastards who did this." Flynn growled. "The police had shite all. Always do. There's just...nothing. No one's doing anything. Reagan...they...whomever it was did this...they molested him and cut him to shreds. They cut his eye out. They made him so scared or...in so much pain that he vomited. I-" Flynn wrapped his arms around himself tightly, because now he was in fear of vomiting. "Seeing him like that...it was the worst thing I've ever seen..."

Reagan slipped closer to him and then she sat opposite him, her hands on his knees. He looked so small now. Not at all like her Malachy who could take on the world, and often did. "Mal...if I can find who did this to you, I will. And I'll make them wish they hadn't been born. Until then...let me be here for you. I've known you forever. I can help."

Flynn just nodded because he was too exhausted to argue. After all, if Reagan hadn't been the one to hurt Quinn, and Quinn wasn't really around to feel jealous...who was it hurting?