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 was busying himself with packing, no small feat when you needed outfits for a good month and a half, so he almost didn't hear the knock on the door. His reaction, as it was, was a little delayed, and he clattered down the stairs in a hurry once the sound penetrated his mental checklist. When he opened the door, he found an unfamiliar young man on the other side. "Oh, hello... may I help you?"