Panic (Flynn, Quinn, Deirdre, Eamon)

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The band had finished their stint in the US and Canada on the 19th, and flown out to Dublin, then on to Cork Airport. The band were exhausted, and Flynn hadn't slept on the plane. He had been too busy reliving his experience from the last time he had returned from a US tour to find his beloved Quinn broken in his own home. It was a fear he couldn't seem to shake, no matter how often Quinn assured him everything was okay.

They arrived at Cork on the morning of the twentieth, looking particularly bushed. Serenity had convinced Deirdre to book a hotel for them to sleep until Adrina's gig that night, which had been a very good idea. None of them had the energy for touristing.

The second they all emerged into the arrivals lounge, the band were set upon by a very tall, very handsome man who seemed to be moving at faster than human speed. Flynn watched in wonder as Spectre took note of Thomas, and then realised that Thomas was in fact there to see him. The surprise and happiness transformed his face and Flynn and Deirdre laughed as Spectre squealed and jumped into Thomas' arms. "Well that was worth the price of admission," Deirdre giggled. "Did you know Thomas was back?"

"Nope. Abby didn't say a word. Oh goodness, they're spinning. Wow. It's a good thing Thomas is graceful, otherwise he might fall and take people out."

Deirdre raised one eyebrow. "I dunno, that old lady looks like she'd rather join in. Haha, crazy old lady!"

"I think that's Lavinia, Deirdre." Flynn raised his eyebrows and he moved so he could see the woman in question better. "Oh. Nevermind. That's an old man."

"I'm totally telling her you called her a man." Deirdre leaned up to kiss him, and when she pulled back, Flynn saw the same question in her eyes that had begun to niggle at his stomach in a completely frustrating and terrifying way.

Where was Quinn.

"Heh." Flynn tried to pretend he hadn't noticed by continuing to watch Spectre and Thomas, who were now quite obviously making out, completely oblivious to the crowd. They weren't usually quite so public about their love, but it had been a long time since they had seen each other. It was fair. Fair and beautiful. And usually Flynn's reunions with Quinn were much the same...

The time had come when it had to be addressed. "I don't see Quinn," Flynn said worriedly.

"I know." Deirdre's voice was quiet. Scared. She pulled out her iPhone and turned it on. "I can try to call him-"

Flynn chewed on his lip while he watched Timothy and Serenity head for a taxi together, intent on heading to the hotel for sleep. They would reunite with their loved ones tomorrow after returning to London. Soon, Spectre and Thomas would probably leave for the hotel too, though 'sleeping' was probably not the highest thing on Spectre's priority list anymore. And that just left...

"Deirdre. What if he doesn't answer." It wasn't really a question. It was blind panic in the form of a query.

"Shhh," Deirdre said, intending to be soothing, but coming off as frustrated. She had keyed Quinn's number into her phone and she was waiting. And waiting.

And they continued to wait.

Flynn was holding his breath.

Deirdre hung up and she looked over at her best friend. "He..."

"Shite!" Flynn hissed. He started to pace back and forth as she shoved his hands through his hair. "Shite, Deirdre! I talked to him not three hours ago in Dublin! He was fine then! Oh god, what if he was in a car accident?! Or what if some Irish demon got ahold of him and-"

Deirdre was now looking at Flynn with contempt. "First of all can you keep it down about the emon-day! Second of all, one of...those...is standing in front of you. And I didn't touch him. I'm sure he's just late..."

"Or he got his arms ripped off!" Flynn continued, as if he hadn't heard a word Deirdre had said. "Or his legs! Or someone stole his other eye! Or his-!!! Deirdre!!"

"Flynn, you're going cuckoo!" Deirdre stepped forward to take Flynn's arms, and he let her. He stood there in her grip, shaking like a madman.

"Deirdre, what if he's-" Flynn hiccuped and couldn't finish the sentence. Instead he leaned forward against his friend's shoulder and he was about to let out a terrified sob when he heard absolutely the best thing ever.

"MAL!"

Flynn practically pushed Deirdre out of the way to get to his harried-looking boyfriend. Deirdre stumbled to the side and she glared at Flynn's retreating form. "I'll give you a wedgie for this!" she called after him.

Flynn reached Quinn and he pulled the other man into his arms without asking a single question. At least not right away. Right away, he wanted to feel his lover in his arms, safe and sound.

Deirdre went to stand next to Eamon, and she raised her eyebrows. "Way to make him panic, Big Guy," she said, giving him a playful punch on his arm. Eamon, for his part, did not return the punch. Instead he wrapped a supportive arm around her because she was huge. He did not remember her being so huge...

"Where were you?" Flynn finally managed to ask. His voice was weak and shaken, and he had to ask the question over Quinn's shoulder because he was not letting go yet.

"We were stuck on the road, Mal. I'm so sorry! And my phone is broken and I'm broke and Eamon's phone was in his back pocket so he was sitting on it and driving, and I'm so so so so sorry!" Quinn clung just as tightly, quite aware his lovely Flynn had been panicked and terrified because of the white pallour of his skin and the way he wouldn't let go. "I'm right here, Bub. Right here."

"I love you," Flynn said, tightening his grip ever so slightly. "Fuck you freak me out sometimes."

Quinn laughed then, even though the expression was somewhat hesitant. He knew what Flynn meant. He really did. "I know. You freak me out sometimes too. But oh my GOD am I glad to see you." Before Flynn had left for tour, Quinn had been down one eye. Now he could see his boyfriend in all his glory. Or he could when he wasn't pressed tightly against him with a view of airport arrival lounge over Flynn's shoulder. "And I love you I love you I love you never leave me again."

Flynn chuckled, slowly letting himself feel relief. "I love you I love you I love you too, let's go back to the hotel right very now."

Eamon cleared his throat as the boys finally broke apart, though they still clung to each other. "You'd better behave in the back of my car..." Eamon informed them. "I forgot to put plastic down."

Quinn laughed and he nuzzled against Flynn's neck, which sent delicious shivers all over Flynn's body. His eyes fluttered closed and Quinn looked back at his brother. "I was going to say we had willpower, but look at him. He's gone."

"I have not!" Flynn said, turning red. But he had. "Let's just get to the hotel quickly, mmm?"

Quinn giggled and nodded his agreement.

Deirdre followed behind them with Eamon, and she turned to him and whispered, "horndogs."

"I know. But this reunion is way better than the last one." Eamon smiled encouragingly at her, and he offered her his hand because she didn't have anyone to greet her. She took it happily.

"Yeah," she agreed. "It really is."