Flynn and Quinn Awww they rhyme...:| (Quinn, Spectre, Flynn, Abby?)

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Quinn felt like he was going to vomit. Except that he probably wouldn't. Hopefully. If he did that would be damn embarrassing. He'd seen 'Flynn's' picture on Spectre's LJ and it looked so much like Mal. Like his Mal. And after speaking to Deirdre, and hearing that 'Flynn' said he was from Whitehead, which was where Quinn was from...it was far too much evidence to be a coincidence. Flynn had to be Mal. So Quinn took himself to Flynn's house, shaking all the while, and he raised a hand to knock on the door. Once he'd accomplished that, he mentally willed himself not to vomit or run away. At least not until he knew if it really was Mal or not. God, if it wasn't he was going to feel like a right knob.

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Spectre glanced back towards the very nervous-looking Quinn, and decided it was probably okay to take a few steps away from him. He ascended the stairs part of the way, so as not to be talking about Quinn right in front of him. "He said his name was Quinn. He sounds Irish, and he knew your real name. He seems terribly nervous. Of course, if you think this is something untoward... I could tell him you're not in."