darker_london | Lucky (Quinn, Flynn)

It was Valentine's Day. But more important than that, yesterday Quinn had been 'unhealed' and Flynn had thought, for one terrible hour, that his entire world had been shattered. Again.

Quinn was no worse for wear, even though the hospital had kept him in for several hours for observation, just to make sure he really was alright. He suffered nothing, save for a bump on the head which was far less severe than the bump Flynn had received a few days prior to that. Slight embarrassment too, but that Quinn could deal with. It was Flynn's emotional turmoil he was worried about.

Quinn entered his bedroom, carrying a tray with breakfast on it. In the corner was a tiny vase with beautiful dried flowers sticking out of it. "Are you hungry?"

"Mmm." Flynn pulled himself up in bed, and he blinked at Quinn in surprise. "Shouldn't I be serving you breakfast in bed?"

Quinn placed the tray on the nightstand beside the bed and he leaned in to kiss Flynn's head. "Not if my intention is to prove to you that I really am okay." He insisted.

"Ah. Good intention." Flynn smiled at Quinn and he captured Quinn's hand in his own before Quinn could move the tray to Flynn's lap. "I was terrified..."

"I know, Bub." Quinn reached forward to brush Flynn's cheek with his fingers. "I know you were, but I'm alright now. Rolf saw to that."

"But what if some other angel-"

Quinn put his finger across Flynn's lips, ceasing his doubts mid-sentence. "Mal. Rolf is 200 and umpteen years old. He said it had to be someone older than himself in order to do it again. And I doubt someone older than Rolf is going to bother with me. Honey...I'm going to be okay. You just need to let yourself believe it."

Flynn nodded and he sighed. "I just...saw you like that again."

"I can't imagine how hard that was for you." Quinn whispered.

"It was..." Flynn didn't have words. "Too hard."

Quinn leaned forward and he snuggled Flynn's cheek with his nose. "Come on, dear boy. It's Valentine's Day. I want to spend the entire day with you. I get to spend the entire day with you. I know who you are. I know how lucky I am. I know who the Prime Minister is and how old I am. I'm not wasting that on what-ifs."

"You're not wasting knowing who the Prime Minister is on what-ifs?" Flynn said, dubious.

"There's my boy." Quinn grinned and he leaned in to kiss Flynn deeply, breakfast in bed utterly forgotten.