#platonic flogan

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Wyatt: You didn't have to come along, you know?

Flynn: Sure I did. Morons need friends.

[heytheredeann]

Man overboard

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Christmas Isn't Canon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Canonical Character Death.

Summary: Dead children tend to weight on pretty much everybody. They just seem to weight on Flynn the most.

Notes: This was written for the prompt "Walk" in the Mental Health Whump Challenge by @to-hell-with-oblivion. Some more Flogan brotp to hurt my soul.

Wyatt is on Flynn duty.

Well, no one actually asked him, but with everyone holed up in their brand-new safehouse it’d be a little difficult not to notice the others taking turns trying to get Flynn to at the very least go back to his usual – low – levels of sociality, and Wyatt supposes that he should do his fair share.

Mostly working under the assumption that Flynn will tell him to go to hell, and Wyatt will be glad to do so with an eased conscience.

When he knocks on Flynn’s door, Lucy is passing by, and she offers him a grateful smile that Wyatt takes in with a nod, before getting in without waiting for an invite, since he’s realistically not going to receive any.

Flynn is sitting on his bed with a book on his lap, although if Wyatt had to take a guess he’d say that he hasn’t really been reading much.

“What do you want?” is Flynn’s all but warm greeting, which Wyatt completely fails to take personally, since the guy looks like he just got run over. Twice.

He is pretty sure that he has heard him walk around the last three nights – that, or they have a very serious rat problem –, but even if he hadn’t known that, he could have guessed just by looking at him.

Not that he really blames him: dead children tend to weight on pretty much everybody. They just seem to weight on Flynn the most.

Wyatt too has been having an hard time wiping off his brain the image of the seven years old little girl accidental victim of their firefight of the week – it was nobody’s fault, not really, she was scared and she walked right in, they aren’t even sure who fired the shot, honestly, Wyatt only knows it wasn’t him because he was facing the other direction –: his own child only exists as a concept for now and yet he can’t seem to stop himself from making that connection – What if she was yours? What would you do? –, whereas Flynn had an actual breathing daughter somewhere, in another life, before she was shot too.

Come to think of it, he’s handling it all too well.

“You’ve been here for days,” Wyatt points out, crossing his arms and pursing his lips. “Shouldn’t you be outside for a change?”

Flynn raises his eyebrows. “I thought you’d appreciate being rid of me.”

The comment lacks the usual bite, but Wyatt supposes that he should take his attempt at snark as a promising sign.

“Oh, yeah, I do,” he snorts. “But I, uh, I think you should take a walk.”

“Do you,” Flynn deadpans, flipping the page of the book with a pointed look at him.

Wyatt elects to ignore the silent message. He has been told that he doesn’t have great self-preservation instincts. “Yeah. A walk with me,” he clarifies, just to dig his hole deeper.

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[heytheredeann]

Way down we go

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Christmas Isn't Canon; Fix-It; Enemies to Friends; Minor WyJess; Hints Of Garcy; Jessica Logan Redemption; Wyatt Does Some Soul-Searching.

Summary:  Flynn and Wyatt have the same idea: sneak away, get in the Lifeboat, get to Chinatown, save Rufus. Flynn settles it very democratically.

Notes:  This is a canon divergence to my canon divergence, because that's the point I'm at, apparently. Last month I published "Between", which is about 10k words of movie fix-it, and this is a slightly different spin to the events happening there. I think it can be read as a stand-alone too without being particularly confusing. Maybe check out chapter 2 if you are confused by what happened in Chinatown, I'm not sure how clear I made it in this fic. The fic is set in an altered version of the movie in which when Future!Wyatt and Future!Lucy showed up there was no very convenient announcement that the pregnancy was fake, and there was no The Journal Is Now A Lyatt Thing plot. Future!Lucy and Future!Wyatt didn't even bother with the journal, they pretty much just dropped the upgraded Lifeboat on them and said "Get your asses back to Chinatown", and Flynn didn't suddenly become a Lyatt fangirl who is in the business of telling Lucy whom she should be sleeping with. As far as the events go, they still go on mission in 1848, and they discuss going back to change things and save Rufus (but this time not by murdering poor Jessica, simply by going to Chinatown as their future selves suggested).

“Hey,” Flynn calls, coming up from behind him and making Wyatt jump right out of his skin: engrossed as he was in his own thoughts, reassuring himself that this is the right thing to do and he can do it, he can go back and face Jessica and kill Emma, for Rufus, he completely failed to notice 6’4 feet of annoyance approaching him. So much for his good instincts.

“You should be getting your beauty sleep, trust me, you need it,” Wyatt immediately swings, trying not to look as startled as he is. His stomach is turned upside down, and he knows he has to do this, that it’s his responsibility and that Rufus deserves to live, but he doesn’t like leaving his team behind in the past, and he doesn’t like the idea of facing Jessica again – getting rejected again –, and what if he gets stranded in Chinatown, with the Lifeboat, how are they gonna get home?

Flynn raises his eyebrows at him. “That’s some high schooler level of insult,” he comments, unamused. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna take off.”

Yeah, no, that’s a big no. If there’s one thing worse than leaving his team behind it’s leaving them behind with no soldier at all to watch their backs.

“Where exactly would you be going?” he asks, sharply.

“To scout the mill,” Flynn shrugs. “I’ll try to make it quick.”

“I’ll do it,” Wyatt immediately counters, maybe a bit too eagerly, judging by the way Flynn looks at him.  “I wanted to stretch my legs anyway,” he adds then, nonchalantly.

Flynn keeps staring at him, like he doesn’t believe a word coming out of his mouth, and he doesn’t say anything. Wyatt is too tired and stressed for this shit, so it doesn’t take long for him to snap: “What?”

“What’s going on here?” Flynn asks, and at least he didn’t dance around it. “You’re hiding something.”

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