Gone (Flynn/Quinn)

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There was anarchy in London, but all Flynn knew was the anarchy going on inside his heart. A few days ago, his husband had come to find him. His husband. The man Flynn loved more than anything; the man he had truly believed had left him. Flynn had killed his own brother to save his husband's life and he had believed he had lost said husband for committing such a terrible crime. His mother had said as much. He though she had betrayed him before, he had believed her, and ruined everything.

Flynn hadn't wanted to return home. Instead he opted to stay at Peter's hospital in a room that was somehow larger and warmer than the room he had had in Liverpool. He sat on his bed and he stared out the window and when Quinn entered the room, he didn't look up. He could see his husband's reflection in the glass.

"Mal?" Quinn said softly. "Mal, I-" Quinn trailed off, wrapping his arms around himself. He wore the same expression he had had when Flynn had woken up to find Quinn holding his hand and had jumped away from him. Like his heart had broken into a million little pieces which were all stabbing him. "How are you?"

Flynn didn't know how to answer that so he shrugged and continued to stare out the window.

"Mal-" Quinn burst into tears as he stood there in the doorway of Flynn's room. "Mal, don't leave me."

"I left a long time ago," Flynn said, and then he clamped his mouth shut and he didn't say any more. He didn't know when Quinn gave up, but when he eventually turned his head, Quinn was gone.

Gone (Flynn/Quinn)

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There was anarchy in London, but all Flynn knew was the anarchy going on inside his heart. A few days ago, his husband had come to find him. His husband. The man Flynn loved more than anything; the man he had truly believed had left him. Flynn had killed his own brother to save his husband's life and he had believed he had lost said husband for committing such a terrible crime. His mother had said as much. He though she had betrayed him before, he had believed her, and ruined everything.

Flynn hadn't wanted to return home. Instead he opted to stay at Peter's hospital in a room that was somehow larger and warmer than the room he had had in Liverpool. He sat on his bed and he stared out the window and when Quinn entered the room, he didn't look up. He could see his husband's reflection in the glass.

"Mal?" Quinn said softly. "Mal, I-" Quinn trailed off, wrapping his arms around himself. He wore the same expression he had had when Flynn had woken up to find Quinn holding his hand and had jumped away from him. Like his heart had broken into a million little pieces which were all stabbing him. "How are you?"

Flynn didn't know how to answer that so he shrugged and continued to stare out the window.

"Mal-" Quinn burst into tears as he stood there in the doorway of Flynn's room. "Mal, don't leave me."

"I left a long time ago," Flynn said, and then he clamped his mouth shut and he didn't say any more. He didn't know when Quinn gave up, but when he eventually turned his head, Quinn was gone.

These two will honestly never change (Deirdre, Flynn)

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Flynn was back. Her marriage had fallen apart not four hours after it had started, but her Flynn was back and safe and that was all Deirdre cared about. All she could care about. She had spent the last month in bed at Jude's house, whining and miserable and she was sure Jude wanted to kill her. She had been reminding Jude at every opportunity that Jude had been right about her no-good husband and she had hoped that Jude's ego would let that be enough to keep Deirdre around.

So far, it had worked.

( Like no time has passed at all )

These two will honestly never change (Deirdre, Flynn)

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Flynn was back. Her marriage had fallen apart not four hours after it had started, but her Flynn was back and safe and that was all Deirdre cared about. All she could care about. She had spent the last month in bed at Jude's house, whining and miserable and she was sure Jude wanted to kill her. She had been reminding Jude at every opportunity that Jude had been right about her no-good husband and she had hoped that Jude's ego would let that be enough to keep Deirdre around.

So far, it had worked.

( Like no time has passed at all )

JOHAN LIEDERMANN, OH WOW! (Peter, Patrick)

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Peter was sitting behind his monstrous desk, growling at his computer while he edited his thesis. He was in the final stretch and the entire thing was giving him a headache. It didn't help that dear little Astrid, someone who had visions like himself, now had the same kind of tumour he had had twice. At least he was immortal. Poor Astrid was not, and she was only twenty. It broke his heart to think about.

( This post is pure silliness, despite the beginning... )

JOHAN LIEDERMANN, OH WOW! (Peter, Patrick)

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Peter was sitting behind his monstrous desk, growling at his computer while he edited his thesis. He was in the final stretch and the entire thing was giving him a headache. It didn't help that dear little Astrid, someone who had visions like himself, now had the same kind of tumour he had had twice. At least he was immortal. Poor Astrid was not, and she was only twenty. It broke his heart to think about.

( This post is pure silliness, despite the beginning... )