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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Flynn glanced sideways at Spectre with a look that said 'please don't leave yet' and then back at Quinn who stood, looking both pleased that he was right about Flynn being Mal, and more nervous because now he didn't know what to do with that information. "Haven't been called 'Ardal' in a long time." Quinn said softly. "Jesus, Mal. You...you look good."

Flynn flushed almost furiously at that. "Er...I didn't. I didn't used to." He pointed at Spectre and then he put his hand down quickly because that was rude. "Spectre helped me. He's the best friend I've ever had."