[PSL] And the Vagrant Timelines (for hengeandkey)

[cahooted]

[Sometimes it's hard to believe that it's been almost ten years. And sometimes it's hard to believe that it's only been ten years. Which isn't to say that Flynn has been idle; old habits die hard and he kept studying, learning and, as time progressed, trying to put his skills to good use.

Sometimes he likes to help out. There may have been artifacts sent to or left on the Library's doorstep from time to time. Never with a name but Flynn is pretty sure that Judson and Charlene know it's him. In a way, it's trying to make up for his mistake. In a way, it's saying sorry.

Getting mixed up in unnatural occurrences or magical mishaps is still a thing that happens regularly to him. Which makes sense, now that he's part of it. Still, there has been a noticeable increase of strange events over the past couple of weeks and he thinks that something is up, something big is coming. Tonight, he watches from his window as a blue light unfolds in the dark sky like a blooming flower, then crashes down somewhere in the distance, dissipating.

Which can't be good.

Something about the phenomenon jogs his memory. He knows this. That light and how it behaved looked a lot like something he read about a couple of years ago. What was it called again? Laylines. Right, yes, that's the word. Flynn paces restlessly, his gaze drawn back again and again to the spot in the distance where the light had disappeared. The night has already progressed considerably and it's a risk to go out again at this hour.

But what if someone else decides to go after it? What if there's a danger and he gets stuck here the entire day? What if by tomorrow night it's too late?

Fine. He'll go; he'll be quick. At least figure out what is going on. If all else fails, he can send a message to the Library and they can send... whoever they have in there these days.]

Comments

[cahooted]

I shouldn't give away all my secrets. Makes me more mysterious and interesting.

[He grins.]

So! I guess that means we're from different timelines. Which begs the question – are you in mine or have I crossed over into yours?

[hengeandkey]

Mysterious and interesting, just the way I've always liked you. [ Too forward? Perhaps. But she wants to see if he'll respond to teasing the same way. ]

Although, sometimes I think you take the "mysterious" part too far.

[ Just saying. ]

That is a good question. I'm a little new to all this, and crossing timelines is something we try to avoid.

[ Basically, she's not certain how to tell whose timeline they're in. She has no problem admitting that to him; somehow, she thinks he won't use it too much against her. ]

[cahooted]

[The teasing brings a surprised expression to his face and he needs a moment to catch up to the implication. When he does he chuckles, a little flattered, a little embarrassed and he briefly rubs the back of his neck.]

Ah.

[He quickly clears his throat, getting back on top of his game and attempts a playful smirk.] One can never be too mysterious.

[But back to business. He leans back, hesitating.]

Well, my apartment still exists which points to you being in my reality, though that could be a ripple effect. I guess the easiest way to check would be to see if this world has your Library or... ["Mine" dies before it can pass his lips and he clears his throat again, looking away briefly.] Or not.

[hengeandkey]

[ In turn, Flynn's reaction brings a slight smile to Eve's face. He hasn't changed that much. It's good to see that. ]

It does? [ Eve makes a "hmm" sound as she ponders that one. She's still getting used to this business of alternate timelines and realities. ] Well, all right then. Let's go find out.

[ Her no-nonsense expression is back, because she'd rather find out the answer definitively. They can decide what to do after that. ]

[cahooted]

Right.

[He doesn't look too happy about that. He's been running from this particular confrontation since... well, pretty much since he stepped foot into New Orleans.]

Only problem is, I can't exactly board a plane.

[hengeandkey]

You can't?

[ That's news to her. ]

Why not?

[cahooted]

Well, it would have to be a night flight. And if it gets delayed I might be in trouble.

And with in trouble I mean I'd die.

Pretty much on the spot.

[hengeandkey]

Oh. [ A pause. ] Oh.

I see. That does present a predicament.

[ She'd forgotten about the trouble vampires could get in if they were caught out in the sun. ]

Too bad I can't just produce a Door. That would solve all your traveling problems.

[cahooted]

[Flynn holds up his thumb and index finger closely together. Tiny predicament, yes.

Then he pauses, his brow furrowing.]

A Door? What do you mean, produce a Door?