darker_london | I will love you until my dying day (Flynn, Spectre, Thomas, Wakefields and Quinn)

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I will love you until my dying day (Flynn, Spectre, Thomas, Wakefields and Quinn)

Flynn hadn't seen his own home since April. He'd been on tour, and ever since he'd returned from tour and his world had been shattered, he'd been running. Quinn was gone, and Flynn wanted to be gone too. But he wasn't. He was still here. If only Quinn had died, the answer would be easy. Flynn knew people would miss him if he left, but if Quinn was dead, Flynn wanted to be too. But Quinn was caught somewhere in between. And it wasn't until Flynn was lying in an alleyway after having had the crap beaten out of him by Hamish the Manwall, that he realised that he would see Quinn again. Quinn was in the middle, but he wasn't stuck there forever. He would die some day. And Flynn would die too. And on that day, they would once again be together. Reunited for the third and final time.

Until then, Flynn would wait. He was going to spend his life waiting. What he did from now until then didn't matter. All he knew, is that he hoped it would come soon.

And then Flynn dragged himself home. He hadn't eaten since Wednesday. He hadn't showered or slept much. His face was covered in dried blood and one of his eyes was swollen shut. His body was covered in bruises, some even on the inside that couldn't be seen. And he still didn't look half as bad as Quinn had looked when they'd found him. That didn't keep Thomas from shrieking like a woman when he opened the door to Flynn looking like a zombie.

"Flynn!" Thomas immediately reached out for him, and he helped the younger man into the house. "Dear god, what happened to you?"

"Hamish Donalbaine." Flynn replied, his voice utterly lifeless. He didn't care that he had been beaten. He hardly felt it anymore. "I need to see Quinn."

"Of course...I'll take you. Flynn, they won't let you in the hospital like this. Unless...they're admitting you..." Thomas raised one eyebrow.

"I'm fine." Flynn shook his head, sounding anything but fine.

"Please...let me clean you up. Abby can see to your...ouchies there. Spectre!! Honey, Flynn's home! We've all been so worried..."

"Yeah. Sorry." Flynn said, staring at his shoes.

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Spectre came clattering down the stairs at Thomas' call. Flynn's home. He had been gone far too long, and they'd all been deathly worried. Seeing Quinn like that... it had broken Flynn, and understandably so. It was anyone's worst nightmare, and there was going to be no waking up from it for any of them.

He slowed when he saw how terrible Flynn looked. He hadn't expected the man to look great, but he'd clearly run into trouble. "Oh my goodness... Flynn, what happened?!"

Flynn sighed and he leaned against a wall. "Hell. Hell happened." He choked up, but he knew that Spectre didn't need to deal with another broken person. He was actually together enough to stop himself, and he looked up at his best friend. Thank god Spectre was still here. Still talking. He still existed. "Hamish. I went to find Fable and Hamish. But...they said they didn't do it."

"Oh... oh dear..." Spectre closed the difference between himself and Flynn, and reached out slowly to take the man into his arms, giving him plenty of time to avoid the hug if he preferred. "But they did this to you?"

Flynn did avoid the hug, stepping sideways because he didn't want anyone touching him. Walls that had taken months and months to come down had been plastered back up the second he'd seen Quinn and they seemed firmly in place now, even if he had come home. "Yeah. Well. Whatever." Flynn shrugged.

Spectre lowered his arms, as he understood completely Flynn's desire not to be touched. That was hardly the issue at stake here at the moment. Flynn's seeming disregard for his personal safety was much more worrisome, though. "It's not a matter of 'whatever' to me," Spectre said quietly. "You've been hurt. That's not okay for people to do. We need to get you fixed up."

"Still alive." Flynn commented and he continued to stare at his feet.

Something about Flynn's despondency stirred something in Thomas and he spoke before he realised he was doing it. "Yeah. You are. And you know what? Now you're going to act like it. So are you going to go upstairs and take a shower, or am I going to have to bathe you?" Thomas crossed his arms and he raised his eyebrows.

"....bathe me?" Flynn squeaked.

"We're going to pretend I said that better and go with it, okay?" Thomas nodded.

"Thomas is right," Spectre said, and he was very glad of Thomas' take-charge attitude. He didn't really have it in him to be as forthright as Thomas at the moment. "You're here. You need to be here. For you, for your friends, and for Quinn. Get cleaned up," he said, though it was gentle, not a command. Spectre didn't do commands. "Take the time to see that you're not seriously injured, okay? I know you'll be able to work that out yourself. Then we can go on from there."

Flynn looked up at both of them and then he nodded and walked away, nearly careening into Abby as he went. "Oh..wh...wow.." Abby turned to look at him again. "I'll get my first aid kit!"

"Kay." Flynn agreed, still making his way upstairs. "You can do that after I shower. Or your brother's going to bathe me." And Flynn shut himself in the bathroom.

Abby turned to look at Thomas with raised eyebrows. "Bathe him?"

"It wasn't supposed to sound like a come on!" Thomas insisted. "We should make him something to eat while he's up there, he looks half-starved."

"He'll be more likely to eat if it's put in front of him already made," Spectre agreed. "I'll see what we have to make a big, healthy sandwich." He leaned up to kiss Thomas' cheek, and he squeezed Abby's hand as he passed and made his way into the kitchen.

Thomas followed, because that's what he did, as Abby trotted off to find the first aid kit. "I'm glad he came back..." Thomas muttered. "He uhm...well I guess... He didn't seem-argh what am I trying to say. He seemed like Al's Flynn."

Spectre looked up at Thomas with worry in his features. He'd noticed the change, of course, but that was natural with grief. When Thomas put it like that though, it seemed like perhaps more cause for concern. "You're right," he said with a slow nod. "I hadn't thought of it like that, but you're right." His gaze moved in the general direction of the bathroom Flynn had headed for. "I suppose we shouldn't be surprised, but... that was a terrible state to live in. I hate that he's there again. With... all this."

"So do I." That was all Thomas said, because he had no idea what to do anout it. He couldn't even deal with the fact that he was all alive again, something that should have been a joyous thing.

Thomas watched while Spectre made the sandwich and eventually Flynn came back down the stairs, using the wall to support himself as he moved. Abby rushed to his side as well, but Flynn jerked his arm out of her grip and made his own way to the sofa. "I'm fine." He insisted.

"Flynn...please just let me have a look...?"

Flynn sighed and then he pulled the shirt he had just put on back over his head to reveal his heavily bruised chest. "Think I have broken ribs."

"Eugh..." Abby blinked.

"Is that a medical opinio-...EUGH!" Thomas said, stopping mid-sentence because he saw the state of Flynn's chest.

"Thank you, Monty Python." Abby grumbled, reaching for her kit.

Spectre hung back for the moment, as he didn't want to put the food in front of Flynn until he could actually eat it - which wasn't really assisted by having his chest examined for broken ribs. Though Flynn was probably right about them, Spectre hoped he wasn't. The last thing the man needed was a series of injuries on top of everything else. His chest was in quite a state, and Spectre was glad he wasn't planning on eating himself, as the sight of it stripped him of any appetite.

Abby did her work silently, wrapping his chest and then bandaging the side of his face before moving to his eye. "I wish I could have iced this, but it's too late now... I'll get you some pills to make the swelling go down." Abby stood to fetch the pills, leaving Flynn with the boys for now.

Thomas sat down next to Flynn and he tried to smile. "I'm glad you're home, Flynn. Where did you go?"

Flynn shrugged. "Alleys and stuff."

"Here," Spectre said, bringing the sandwich along with a tall glass of juice over to Flynn. "You look like you could use some lunch." He set the food and drink down on the table, before sitting nearby. "Were you out in the open the whole time?" Spectre asked. He knew that as the weather had been reasonably warm, they would hardly have been the worst conditions Flynn had endured. Staying out in the elements for days on end still couldn't have been pleasant, though.

"I guess. I don't really remember." Flynn reached for the juice, which he downed immediately and then he turned to Spectre. "I want to go see Quinn. Now. I want to see him now."

"Okay," Spectre said with a nod. If Flynn had been roaming all that time, he wouldn't have seen Quinn, and that must have been weighing on him heavily. "I can drive you. You can bring the sandwich with if you like."

"I don't want the stupid sandwich!" Flynn hissed.

"Hey." Thomas didn't yell, but his voice was firm. "We'll take you to see Quinn, Flynn. Please...don't lash out at Spectre."

"Sorry." Flynn mumbled, and he picked up the sandwich because now he felt he had to.

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Spectre understood, but it still hurt that Flynn had snapped at him. Thomas managed to defuse the situation though, and he gave his husband a grateful, if small smile. "It's alright. None of us is at our best. Let's just get to the hospital and see Quinn." He led the way to the car, glad in fact to be going to see Quinn himself. He hadn't been doing so enough, what with all the business that needed to be taken care of with Stephie, for Jax.

On the trip to the hospital, Flynn managed a few bites of the sandwich because he saw Thomas looking at him in the rearview mirror and he felt guilty. The second they got to the hospital though, Flynn abandoned the sandwich and he jumped out of the car. "Where is he?" Flynn asked, his hand latching on to Spectre's shirt.

Though normally Spectre would never have thought to be afraid of Flynn, now he was rather taken aback by the man's sudden forcefulness. He pointed towards the hospital entrance. "This way," he said with a slight stammer brought on by his nervousness of Flynn. He was just thankful he did know where Quinn was...

Thomas had always been incredibly intuitive, and, as he rounded the car from the other side, he could practically sense Spectre's trepidation radiating off of him. He gently placed his hand on Spectre's back so Spectre knew Thomas was right there. No harm would come to him with Thomas right beside him, even if Thomas was all alive again.

Flynn followed them both, stilling clinging to Spectre's shirt, his heart pounding in his chest.

Spectre did feel reassured by Thomas' presence, and no less so for his husband being alive. That didn't change the fact that he was Thomas, not one bit. With that extra strength behind him, Spectre was able to make it into reception, inform the receptionist of who they were (including Ash Bigglesby), and lead Flynn up to where Quinn was being kept.

The second the three of them appeared in the doorway and Flynn saw Quinn lying there in the hospital bed, he broke away from Spectre and he ran into the room. Without hesitating, he crawled up into the hospital bed beside Quinn, and he hovered there over him as everyone else in the room, except Lavinia who was in a wheelchair, stood up in shock. "Oh, Bub..." Flynn said sadly, but he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Quinn's forehead. And, to his surprise, Quinn turned towards him and for the briefest of moments, Flynn thought he was okay. Until he noticed the blank look in Quinn's eyes and his slackened jaw. Flynn turned and he noticed Bob, Maree, Susanna, Eamon and Lavinia for the first time. "Oh. Hi. He's awake."

"Flynn, you look beat all to hell!" Lavinia remarked.

"I'm fine." Flynn insisted.

"Quinn woke up about an hour ago." Bob explained. "They did an evaluation on him then."

Flynn just looked back at the man he loved and he sighed. "Hi, Baby." He stroked Quinn's face, and Quinn stared at him.

Spectre watched Flynn and Quinn sadly, before drifting closer to the Wakefields and his Mums. He almost felt like an intruder with Flynn and Quinn, but on the other hand, the others could hardly be asked to leave when Quinn had only awoken an hour ago.

"Hello everyone," he said sofly, and did the rounds of hugs. Lavinia he clung to particularly tightly. "How did it go?" he asked Bob in a low voice, in case Flynn didn't want to hear it. He could listen or tune out as he wished.

Bob shrugged, feeling fairly despondent himself. "He's just...gone. What you see there...that's all you'll ever get." He said sadly.

"I want to take him home to Whitehead when he's well enough." Susanna announced and Flynn whirled around on the bed so fast he nearly fell off of it.

"No."

"Malachy, I really think it's best if-"

"Fuck you no it's not!" Flynn shouted. "He's staying with me. I'll take care of him!" As Flynn started shouting, Lavinia put her arms more tightly around Spectre and Thomas drifted closer to him.

Maree frowned. "Flynn, you shouldn't have to do that."

"I don't have to." Flynn said, shaking his head. "I want to! I love him! I told him I would take care of him and I'm sure as hell going to!"

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Spectre could see where Susanna was coming from, he really could. She was Quinn's biological mother. The fact of the matter was though, she'd only just come back into Quinn's life, after expelling him from her own. Certainly, her views had become more open, but without Quinn as a direct influence, who was to say that would remain true? What if she eventually decided that all this was because of his Quinn's homosexual relationship, and Flynn was no longer allowed to see him? Spectre couldn't let that happen.

Maree didn't seem to oppose Flynn looking after Quinn on any grounds other than those that were simply her looking out for Flynn, and to Spectre's mind - and probably everyone else's there, save for Susanna herself - Maree had far greater right to veto than Susanna did.

"Maybe it would be best," he said, grateful for the support of Thomas and Lavinia behind him, "That we didn't put Quinn through the stress of moving. He should stay somewhere he's been comfortable and at home. That's been London for a long time now."

Thomas smiled down at Spectre and he kissed the smaller man's forehead. He loved Spectre so much. The thought of seeing him in a bed like Quinn was...just...no.

Maree nodded. "I think you're absolutely right, Spectre, but he's going to need care-"

"I'll do it. I can learn. I'm not an idiot." Flynn insisted.

"Of course you're not, Son." Bob said, stepping forward to lay a hand on Flynn's shoulder. "But he'll need a nurse. Someone who can look after him medically.

"We know a few nurses, actually." Thomas spoke up. "My best friend owns a hospital. It shouldn't be a problem."

"And I'll pay. Whatever. Please...don't take him away from me." Flynn wrapped his arms around his stomach. "I promised him I'd always take care of him. Don't make me a liar." Flynn turned back and he stroked Quinn's cheek again. And then he smiled when Quinn looked up at him. There was something reassuring in the fact that it was Quinn there, even if there wasn't much of him left. "That's right, Bub. I love you."

"No one's going to make you a liar, Flynn," Spectre said with conviction. If Flynn wanted to look after Quinn, then that was exactly what they'd all help him do. "We'll sort all this out together, as a family." That's what they were, after all. If there was anyone in this room who hadn't realised it yet, they were going to soon. At a time like this, they couldn't avoid it.

Susanna leaned back in her chair and she glowered, but she was outnumbered, and really only upset because she'd just been reconnecting with her son and now he was gone.

Eamon smiled at Flynn. "Hey...there's no one I'd rather have looking out for him." And he said it firmly, and Flynn rewarded him with a grateful look.

"Thank you. And you. Spectre. I promise I won't run away again. I have more important things to do." He turned back to Quinn. "Don't you worry, Love. I won't leave you."

Maree and Bob were both worried and relieved to see Flynn interacting with Quinn like this. Worried because they wanted Flynn to have his own life, but relieved that someone was talking to him like he still existed. He wasn't dead yet and acting like he was, wasn't going to help anyone.

"You can come live with me. And Booster too. He's already there and I bet he misses you." Flynn continued. He leaned down to kiss Quinn's head again, and his fingers trailed gently over the patch on his eye. "And I can dress you like a pirate because you'd like that." He turned to Spectre then because he realised there was something he'd forgotten to do. "He can live with us, right? Or do you want me to leave?"

"Don't leave," Spectre said immediately. "Please," a little more calmly. "Our house is your home, and it would be less a home without you. Quinn is very welcome with us. Pirate garb and all." The last thing he'd do would be to ask Flynn to leave now. Spectre would always be there for Flynn in his time of need.

"Okay. We won't leave." He turned back to Quinn. "See, you have a home where ever I am." And he stroked Quinn's hand.

Thomas felt himself choking up and he had to excuse himself from the room.

Flynn seemed like he would be occupied with Quinn for some time, which was quite fair enough. Rather than letting Thomas be on his own - unless he wanted to be - Spectre excused himself as well, and followed after his husband. He didn't quite realise it, but Lavinia wasn't far behind.

"Thomas?" Spectre called out gently when he drew near. "Are you okay?"

Thomas whirled around with both hands shoved through his hair. "No! No, no, no I am not okay! What if something happens to me and I end up like that and you...goddammit, why did this have to happen?!"

Lavinia rolled forward and she leaned against the armrests of her wheelchair. "Thomas, what are you talking about?"

"Oh fuck me!" Thomas hadn't realised his mother was there...

"Thomas, please..." Spectre reached out to touch his husband's strong arm, hoping to calm him down at least a little bit. "Darling, you're going to be alright. It's not you in there, and it's not going to be. We're going to be alright."

His other hand he placed on Lavinia's shoulder, wanting to support her too in the face of Thomas' anxiety.

"But it can happen now! It can happen! Before, nothing could happen, but now someone clapped three times or did some sort of sick mojo and now I'm stuck here, like this until some horrible things happens and I die again! I have to die twice! Why the fuck should anyone have to die twice!"

"Care to fill an old lady in?" Lavinia asked, reaching out for Thomas's hand, which he granted her, though it didn't calm him down any.

"Peter brought me back to life but he didn't mean to because he's not immortal anymore and now I'm stuck here and he's off traipsing in the woods and he's going to die and I'm here. And I am not okay with it!"

For once in her life, Lavinia Littleton had nothing to say.

"No," Spectre said, taking a more firm hold of Thomas. "Peter is not going to die in the woods. We're going to make sure he knows what's at stake, and get him back safely. He surrounded by demons and angels, not to mention other resourceful people. If there's anyone safe in that region, it's him. And you're safe too. We'll make sure you really don't die any time soon."

He looked back to Lavinia, and tried to offer her a smile. "As you can see, things have been... changing..."

Thomas wanted to rail on and on about how Spectre couldn't possibly understand how it felt, but was it really fair to him when he kept saying it was the only thing keeping him sane? And now Thomas's mother was sitting there, watching him like she was seeing him for the first time. "I'm sorry I...I didn't know how to tell people..." Thomas mumbled.

"You're...?"

"Seems that way." Thomas sighed and he leaned over to give Spectre a kiss to show he'd heard everything the man had said to him and he appreciated it. "I'm sorry, Mums."

"Sorry!?" Lavinia reached out and she pulled Thomas into what was probably the tightest hug he'd ever received.

"Ack! Mums! Need! To breathe now!" He squeaked.

"I'm sorry!" Lavinia wailed, and she released her grip a little, but she never let him go.

Though the hospital was hardly the happiest place, and Thomas seemingly far from the happiest man right now, Spectre couldn't help but smile as he watched Lavinia hugging him. Thomas had just made their Mums the happiest woman in the world. He was back, and sooner or later, he would realise just how much that meant to everyone. It was going to be scary, that was a certainty. Without doubt, there would be horrid moments. But that was life, and Thomas finally had his back again.

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