Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

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.

( Come What May )

When the doctors had said the results would be back mid-morning, they hadn't been exaggerating. It was 10:00 AM on the dot when a doctor entered Quinn's room to find Flynn on the bed with his patient, as well as Quinn's parents and Eamon over to the side playing competitive crossword. "OH! It's 'Utopia'! Suck on that, Eamon!" Maree said to her son, and then she turned to face the doctor. "Erm...sorry."

( Ironman! )

It was late by the time Flynn arrived back at the hospital with Eamon in tow. Spectre had told him he could disappear right away, but now that he knew Quinn's parents were here, the immediacy was less. And Eamon had insisted that he be brought backstage so he could be shown everything. Once he'd ooohed and aaahed and met everyone, they had returned.

( Night Watch )

Quinn was wearing a kilt. He was in hospital, yes. But Flynn had decided that he should be allowed to wear his own clothes, and a kilt hardly cut off any access at all. And it made Flynn giggle, which was something he sorely needed right now.

( Family )

He'd better not be sick or I'll break something... and similar notions were the thoughts racing through Flynn's mind as he waited for Quinn to be finished at the doctor's office. It had started as a simple checkup, and escalated into blood tests and x-rays and bullshittery. Well, it probably wasn't bullshittery, but Flynn felt like calling it that because he was freaking out on the inside more than he had since Spectre had gone missing. He sort of felt like vomiting and ripping up the stupid coloured waiting room sofas all at once. Which would have been pretty impressive to watch...

( Together )

Even though Flynn wasn't as nervous as he had been about meeting Quinn's family, that didn't mean he was completely better. He was still very withdrawn. Especially around Quinn's cousin, Eamon. Quinn considered Eamon like a brother, and indeed, he introduced him as this. Flynn shook his hand shyly and he squeaked when Eamon drew Flynn into a bone crushing hug, considering the handshake to be sissy stuff. "So nice to meet you finally, Mal. Flynn? Flynn. Nice to meet you Flynn."

( More steps forward )