“It’s not exactly easy worrying about the both of you, by the way.” Flynn was curled up beside his husband and he sighed into Quinn’s hair. Quinn was in a coma and now Flynn’s best friend was missing. If anything happened to Deirdre now, Flynn might just die of internal combustion. He was mostly there already.

( Good things can come out of bad )

It was Christmas, and for the first time ever, the entire family was in London for it. Maree and Bob had moved down and were well and truly settled. Even Quinn's birth parents had come to stay in order to be with their son on Christmas. It was Flynn's third Christmas with Quinn, and he was quite sure the novelty would never, ever wear off.

( Whoa, Okay... )

Ardal was missing.

( Finding Ardal )