Shadows of the Past (Flynn, Quinn, Lurkers)
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darker_londonFlynn and Quinn were house sitting for Autumn while she was away with Timothy for the night. She was afraid to leave her dogs alone, and Quinn and Flynn certainly didn't mind the chance to have a whole flat all to themselves. Flynn never felt crowded in the home he shared with Spectre and Abby for a moment. But there was still something to be said for absolute privacy. And Autumn adored the both of them. She knew exactly what they were bound to get up to alone in her house. As long as they didn't burn it down, she didn't care in the least.
"We could have sex on her balcony." Flynn said, jumping down the last three steps where he was immediately greeted by a happy Wilhelm who jumped up and licked his face. "Glah! Dog spit!" Flynn cried, wiping it off.
Quinn, who was in the kitchen, leaned around the corner and he laughed. "Oh, come now. I'm sure Autumn's dogs don't drink out of the toilet."
"You pest!" Flynn darted towards the bathroom where he washed his face off, followed by two frisky dogs. Thankfully, there was no more face-licking. And when Flynn rejoined Quinn in the kitchen, Quinn turned to him.
"That's better. Now I can do this." And he cupped Flynn's face in his hands and kissed it all over.
Flynn giggled as Quinn finally finished his kissing rampage. "I like that better than dog kisses."
"I should bloody well hope so!" Quinn said, picking up the spatula. "Or I'll spank you with this!"
"That could fun..." Flynn bit his lip and then he looked in the pan as his stomach gave a hearty growl in appreciation for the delicious smell of whatever it was Quinn was cooking. "Mmm, what are you making?"
"It'll be risotto when I'm done with it." Quinn said, kissing Flynn's cheek lightly. "Someone's a hungry baby?"
"Someone is a hungry warrior, thank you very much." Flynn said with a cheeky grin.
"We should have wine with this." Quinn commented, poking the chicken around the pan so it would brown faster.
"I can get some!" Flynn said, rushing to find his coat. "You want red or white."
"Oh hell, get both!" Quinn grinned.
"Oooh, wild man. Flynn likes. Both it is." Flynn pulled his coat on and he approached Quinn one last time. "See you soon, Gorgeous." He kissed Quinn's lips lingeringly and then headed out the door.
It wasn't long before Flynn realised he was being followed. His senses weren't what they had once been when he had been part of the PIRA, or even out on the street...partly because he wasn't nearly so paranoid anymore, but be could still feel when there was someone watching him. Quickly, Flynn took a wrong turn into a small alley-way and when his pursuer turned to follow, Flynn was waiting for him. Immediately, Flynn pushed him up against the wall, pinning him there expertly so he couldn't squirm away. "What the hell are you doing?!" Flynn demanded to know. This couldn't be someone Fable had sent to follow him. They never would have been so stupid as to fall for the 'fake turn' trick. Hell, Fable might even have taught him that...or was it the other way around...?
"I'm just walking!" The other man insisted, looking quite frightened.
"Like fuck you are!" Flynn hissed. "Why the hell would you walk here?" There was nothing in this alley way. Well. Except for garbage bins... "What do you want?!" The fact that it might just be a fan who was too shy to ask for an autograph didn't occur to him. Luckily...or unluckily, that wasn't the case anyway.
The other man looked to the side suddenly, but Flynn wasn't falling for that. He knew the man was trying to distract him and get away. Or so he thought, until he felt something cool and metal pressed against his head.
"Just let him go." A calm voice said, and Flynn did just that because he liked his brains where they were. In his head. Then he put his hands in the air. "That's right. Now. Come with me."
Flynn turned to face the man in black who was currently holding a gun to his head, which was then pointed to his forehead. "You plannin' on parading me through the streets like this? It's not going to work."
"No. I plan on pointing this to your back until the end of the alleyway where I will let you go."
"Let me..." Let him go? What the hell? "What?"
"This is all a misunderstanding." The man said calmly. "A regrettable one."
"I'll fucking say." No way they were just going to let him go...they had a gun and he'd seen it. And they'd been following him. Flynn's muscles were tense, and he took a step back, readying his body for what he was about to do. "Why were you following me."
"I can't answer that." The man said, holding the gun steady while Flynn backed up.
Flynn waited until the first man was behind the man holding the gun, and then he jumped into action. It was so sudden, that neither of the other men were expecting it. Flynn's hand grabbed the gin, twisting it sideways so if it did go off, it didn't hit either of them. At the same time, his other hand connected with the man's stomach, so his hands instinctively slid from the gun's grip to protect his guts. Once the gun was in Flynn's grip, he turned it on the men, one who was now doubled over and the other who was backing up rapidly. "Stand still!" Flynn growled. "Why the fuck were you following me!?"
The man in black straightened up, regaining his breath. He glared daggers at Flynn, but he had to admit...those were damn impressive moves. "We were paid to follow you."
"By who!?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Like fuck you can't!" Flynn hissed, taking a step forward with the gun.
"You won't shoot us. I know that much. And so no. I can't tell you."
He was really right. Dammit. Flynn stared at the men a moment longer, and then he growled and dismantled the gun quickly, putting all relevant 'boom' bits in his pocket while letting the other bits drop to the ground. "Don't fucking follow me anymore!" He shoved the man in black out of his way, while the weasely one rushed to get out of his way. Upon leaving the alley, Flynn realised he couldn't just go back to Autumn's. What if they followed him there and hurt Quinn!? And he couldn't go home, because what if they hurt Spectre and Abby and Mara?! Dammit, now what was he supposed to do?!
"We could have sex on her balcony." Flynn said, jumping down the last three steps where he was immediately greeted by a happy Wilhelm who jumped up and licked his face. "Glah! Dog spit!" Flynn cried, wiping it off.
Quinn, who was in the kitchen, leaned around the corner and he laughed. "Oh, come now. I'm sure Autumn's dogs don't drink out of the toilet."
"You pest!" Flynn darted towards the bathroom where he washed his face off, followed by two frisky dogs. Thankfully, there was no more face-licking. And when Flynn rejoined Quinn in the kitchen, Quinn turned to him.
"That's better. Now I can do this." And he cupped Flynn's face in his hands and kissed it all over.
Flynn giggled as Quinn finally finished his kissing rampage. "I like that better than dog kisses."
"I should bloody well hope so!" Quinn said, picking up the spatula. "Or I'll spank you with this!"
"That could fun..." Flynn bit his lip and then he looked in the pan as his stomach gave a hearty growl in appreciation for the delicious smell of whatever it was Quinn was cooking. "Mmm, what are you making?"
"It'll be risotto when I'm done with it." Quinn said, kissing Flynn's cheek lightly. "Someone's a hungry baby?"
"Someone is a hungry warrior, thank you very much." Flynn said with a cheeky grin.
"We should have wine with this." Quinn commented, poking the chicken around the pan so it would brown faster.
"I can get some!" Flynn said, rushing to find his coat. "You want red or white."
"Oh hell, get both!" Quinn grinned.
"Oooh, wild man. Flynn likes. Both it is." Flynn pulled his coat on and he approached Quinn one last time. "See you soon, Gorgeous." He kissed Quinn's lips lingeringly and then headed out the door.
It wasn't long before Flynn realised he was being followed. His senses weren't what they had once been when he had been part of the PIRA, or even out on the street...partly because he wasn't nearly so paranoid anymore, but be could still feel when there was someone watching him. Quickly, Flynn took a wrong turn into a small alley-way and when his pursuer turned to follow, Flynn was waiting for him. Immediately, Flynn pushed him up against the wall, pinning him there expertly so he couldn't squirm away. "What the hell are you doing?!" Flynn demanded to know. This couldn't be someone Fable had sent to follow him. They never would have been so stupid as to fall for the 'fake turn' trick. Hell, Fable might even have taught him that...or was it the other way around...?
"I'm just walking!" The other man insisted, looking quite frightened.
"Like fuck you are!" Flynn hissed. "Why the hell would you walk here?" There was nothing in this alley way. Well. Except for garbage bins... "What do you want?!" The fact that it might just be a fan who was too shy to ask for an autograph didn't occur to him. Luckily...or unluckily, that wasn't the case anyway.
The other man looked to the side suddenly, but Flynn wasn't falling for that. He knew the man was trying to distract him and get away. Or so he thought, until he felt something cool and metal pressed against his head.
"Just let him go." A calm voice said, and Flynn did just that because he liked his brains where they were. In his head. Then he put his hands in the air. "That's right. Now. Come with me."
Flynn turned to face the man in black who was currently holding a gun to his head, which was then pointed to his forehead. "You plannin' on parading me through the streets like this? It's not going to work."
"No. I plan on pointing this to your back until the end of the alleyway where I will let you go."
"Let me..." Let him go? What the hell? "What?"
"This is all a misunderstanding." The man said calmly. "A regrettable one."
"I'll fucking say." No way they were just going to let him go...they had a gun and he'd seen it. And they'd been following him. Flynn's muscles were tense, and he took a step back, readying his body for what he was about to do. "Why were you following me."
"I can't answer that." The man said, holding the gun steady while Flynn backed up.
Flynn waited until the first man was behind the man holding the gun, and then he jumped into action. It was so sudden, that neither of the other men were expecting it. Flynn's hand grabbed the gin, twisting it sideways so if it did go off, it didn't hit either of them. At the same time, his other hand connected with the man's stomach, so his hands instinctively slid from the gun's grip to protect his guts. Once the gun was in Flynn's grip, he turned it on the men, one who was now doubled over and the other who was backing up rapidly. "Stand still!" Flynn growled. "Why the fuck were you following me!?"
The man in black straightened up, regaining his breath. He glared daggers at Flynn, but he had to admit...those were damn impressive moves. "We were paid to follow you."
"By who!?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Like fuck you can't!" Flynn hissed, taking a step forward with the gun.
"You won't shoot us. I know that much. And so no. I can't tell you."
He was really right. Dammit. Flynn stared at the men a moment longer, and then he growled and dismantled the gun quickly, putting all relevant 'boom' bits in his pocket while letting the other bits drop to the ground. "Don't fucking follow me anymore!" He shoved the man in black out of his way, while the weasely one rushed to get out of his way. Upon leaving the alley, Flynn realised he couldn't just go back to Autumn's. What if they followed him there and hurt Quinn!? And he couldn't go home, because what if they hurt Spectre and Abby and Mara?! Dammit, now what was he supposed to do?!
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