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 turned even more red at that and he sort of hid his face in his hands.

Quinn smiled at Spectre and he accepted a cup of tea with a nod of thanks. "Well, it seems he hasn't changed then. Except his name. Why Flynn?"

Flynn pulled his hands away and he bit his lip. "My mum." He said softly. "Was her maiden name. After you were gone, I used the money to change it. Didn't want to be Mal O'Reilly anymore."

"I loved Mal O'Reilly, you know." Quinn grinned and then it faded to a frown. "Wait..you used the...the money. The money I gave you?!"

"Yes?"

"Mal! You were supposed to get a place to stay with that! Or something to eat! Jesus!"

"Well...I have a place now.." Flynn said meekly, his expression quite hangdog.

Quinn sighed. "That you do. A very lovely place. I'm still going to spank you for that."

Flynn looked terribly interested all of a sudden.