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.

Dragging herself out of bed to go see Flynn had been no simple thing. She had forced herself to do it anyway, despite the fact that she looked liked shit and she felt even worse. Flynn had seen her worse off than this. She didn't care.

She arrives at the hospital and Katia gave her Flynn's room number, up in the residential ward since he was physically fine, if not in need of several good meals. Deirdre climbed the stairs two at a time and when she laid eyes on him for the first time in nearly four months, she couldn't help it. She crossed the room, climbed up onto his bed and she wrapped her arms around him and held tight.

A moment later, she felt his arms wrap around her and she buried her face in his side to keep from crying. Flynn was here and holding her and Deirdre knew right then that everything would be okay again. She didn't need Giles. She had her best friend back.

They sat like that, in silence, Deirdre listening to the pounding of her own heart as she clung to the friend she thought she would never see again. When she finally pulled away she saw that his face was bruised and cut and that he was not looking well.

She hit him in the arm anyway.

"You fucker"! she yelled.

"Ow!" Flynn said, covering his arm with his hand.

"You complete and utter twat!" Deirdre yelled, but she didn't hit him again. Demon-strength made it a bad idea. "You left me here with Giles!"

Flynn blinked at her. He had been through Hell since leaving London and Deirdre was now beside him in the hospital bed he had to stay in because he was still homeless, and she had hit him and yet somehow, it was like no time had passed at all. Deirdre was strange like that. "I tried to tell you he was a bast-"

"YOU'RE THE BASTARD!" Deirdre yelled, but she didn't move from her spot beside him. He didn't jump and run away from her like most people would have with an angry demon two inches from their face. He knew her too well, and he knew yelling was as far as it was going to go now. And the yelling he deserved.

"I'm sorry I left, Deirdre-"

"I walked down the aisle, you cunt! I consummated my marriage in the bathroom of the bride's dressing room!" Flynn covered his mouth then and for all the world he looked slightly amused. Deirdre spun around on the bed to face him. "Don't you laugh! We were dancing at the reception and some bitch runs in and she's all 'oh my god, Giles, you're my boyfriend what the shit?' and he's all 'no you can't be here' and then my sister punched his face off."

"I would have done the same," Flynn said, his eyes no longer amused. No one fucked with Deirdre.

"No...Flynn, she punched his face off. Paula. Peter had to fucking tranq her because she was having a bitch fit all 'don't you fuck with my sister you slag' and Giles got rushed to hospital and now my cheating husband is still in hospital somewhere recovering from plastic surgery to make him look pretty again so he can break some other woman's heart." The idea that someone had been tranqued at Deirdre's wedding wasn't even surprising to Flynn, considering what he knew about the world.

"...fuck."

"Yes!" Deirdre reached out for Flynn's arm and she picked it up, turning it over in her hand so she could trace her fingers along his bandaged wrist where he had sliced open his skin. "Tough time?" She lifted her ice-blue eyes to meet his grey ones.

At the best of times, Flynn didn't say much. Now he couldn't imagine saying more than a few words at a time to anyone. Anyone except Deirdre who for some reason he felt more comfortable with than anyone else right now. Even Quinn, though that was only because he had so wronged his husband. He just knew she wouldn't abandon him for the things he had done and the things which had been done to him. Nothing he said would make her leave. And so he spilled it all.

"Well, I killed my brother for trying to kill my husband. That you know. And then my husband kicked me out, which I took seriously even though he apparently didn't mean it. I gave him the divorce papers to sign and I left. I went to my parents' house, who hate me. They told me Quinn had called and said our marriage was over when he really called to ask me to come home and to tell me he ripped up the papers, so I left there and went to Liverpool where I ran out of money and couldn't get a job. I tried to sell myself, but the landlord wanted me to sell myself to him which was disgusting and I had no money or food and I sold my guitar so I had no music either and it was all too much, so I tried to kill myself and couldn't even get that right. Which I'm glad about now, even though I can't look my husband in the eye because I cheated on him with a woman to make myself feel better which also didn't work even a little."

It was Deirdre's turn to blink. And then she did that thing she was so good at. She reacted like Deirdre and it made Flynn laugh. "Well shit. I think you beat my cheating, faceless husband."

Flynn snorted and he reached out for Deirdre's hand. "I don't know, Giles was really convincing."

"And god he was good in bed," Deirdre grinned.

"Oh, Jesus, no no no, I do not need to think about Giles' cock." Flynn paled and he made a face.

"It was this big," Deirdre said impishly, dropping Flynn's hand so she could hold her hands two feet apart from each other. "I called him Excalibre!"

"Deirdre!"

"And I could ride him all night long."

"Now you are just being crude," he informed her, the tips of his ears glowing red.

"He was insatiable! Well, obviously, since he was sleeping with several people at once." Deirdre shrugged.

Flynn narrowed his eyes at her. "If you make sex noises, I am locking myself in the bathroom."

Deirdre grinned and she bounced on the bed. "Oh, Excalibre!"

The pair of them burst into giggles and Deirdre leaned forward into Flynn's outstretched arms. She leaned against his chest as their laughter faded and their breathing returned to normal. She nuzzled against him and then she patted his chest. "I'm glad you're home, Flynn. By the way, if you ever leave me again I will let Paula rip your face off."

"Fair enough," Flynn said quietly. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Deirdre's head. "I love you, Deirdre."

"Damn right," she replied. "Now we are going to get some food because I can feel your ribs with my shoulder and it's fucking gross, you goddamned scarecrow. And Flynn? Quinn will forgive you."

To that, Flynn said nothing. It didn't matter. The fact that she had said it and that she had heard everything and she was still there was enough.