Hello Again! Sorry it has been so long. Things have been busy. This is the newest chapter, and the first in the series of little moments between Flynn and my OC. If you're here for the first time, this is my first fic. so please take a look and review, let me know what you think. These are a series of vignettes between Flynn and my OC which may develop into a story later if there is interest and it seems like I can make it work. I've got a couple more of these on deck which I hope to get out within the next week or two. Until then, I hope you enjoy reading!

Flynn glimpsed a blonde head in the small crowd that moved past, and for a moment, the hair, the height, the set of her shoulders made it look like her… He didn't want to dwell on the thought. Nicole was gone. It had been weeks since he'd heard anything from her. The more time passed the more Flynn began to realize that what he'd had with Nicole may have been much more a product of their circumstances than anything else. He didn't necessarily wish it hadn't happened, it was about time he'd had a semi serious, real, physical, intimate relationship with a woman. He just wished it had happened a different way… Looking back now he wondered if they'd have ever found themselves considering being together… no, that wasn't right either. Flynn would have considered it, but Nicole? If she hadn't still been grieving the loss of Wilde, the previous Librarian, while thrown into chaos with Flynn and faced with the reality that the man she'd loved had betrayed her, used her even… If that hadn't happened, hadn't been her circumstance, would she have ever given Flynn a second glance? He was beginning to think not and it wasn't a comforting thought. He wanted to believe that there was something about him, something in him, that someone like Nicole could want, could love, but, after years of failed matchmaking and the abrupt end of the only real relationship he'd ever had, he really wasn't sure anymore. It was a hard thing to think about … despite his mother's prodding he'd always been able to brush aside her pleas for her only son to find a good girl to settle down with. He had been busy anyway. School had taken up all of his time. That hadn't really changed, the Library now took up all of his time, but it was different, somehow. His mother knew it, and even Flynn had to admit he felt the pull now. He was over thirty and he had a real job, a career, really; this was the logical next step right? Sure, if only Flynn could stop scaring away every woman that came within a square mile of him.

He turned his attention back to the blonde as she moved off through the crowd, eyes flickering from her now distant form to another, closer to where he sat. She was tall, just a few inches shorter than he was, Flynn calculated. She was also blonde, but that brilliant white gold color that came from bleaches and visits to the salon, something he'd never quite understood. He assumed she was beautiful, though he couldn't see her face; she was slender, if a little boyish, stylish in her dress, and chatting loudly about some designer at fashion week into her cell phone… exactly the kind of woman who would never be interested in someone like Flynn Carsen. Was this the kind of woman he was interested in though? Well, he didn't know her but, it didn't seem like it. Not that there was anything wrong with Fashion Week, whatever that was, but, it didn't quite seem like the kind of thing you could have a deep conversation about and Flynn wasn't really much for small talk. What was he interested in then? Someone who was interested in him, mainly. Someone who was interested in the Flynn who liked to shut himself up in his apartment for days at a time with nothing but take out and books, who liked to talk about ancient civilizations and was fascinated by the mysteries surrounding their monuments and the artifacts they left behind, who thought an 'I love pie' t-shirt emblazoned with the mathematical pie symbol was as good a piece of clothing as a tux… Being interested in the Flynn that was required to go out risk his life and limb for rare and magical artifacts was alright too, but, that wasn't really who we was… at least, not completely, not yet. And, luring women with tales of daring for a job he couldn't discuss would make him seem much less like James Bond and more like some loser who made up stories to use for pickup lines, he was sure. No, Flynn would just settle for a girl who thought he was not the most boring guy in the world and maybe a little funny too. Flynn liked being funny.

He blew out a breath, tapping the bottom of his paper coffee cup against the top of his knee, squirming a little on the bench. He watched the people entering and exiting the library, trying to convince himself to go back to his Library, to do something useful. Really, to do anything but sit out here and pine over how he'd gotten to thirty-something and most of his thoughts regarding the fairer sex revolved around hoping they didn't think he was just plain strange. He'd almost succeeded when he heard a burst of laughter from somewhere behind him. The sound was gone almost as quickly as it had come and he turned, glancing over his own shoulder to look at the opposite side of the circular bench. There was only one person there, a young woman, younger than him by a handful of years. She was covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes squeezed tight together, a tear rolling out of the corner of one. Her other hand clasped a book to her chest, her shoulders shaking faintly as she tried obviously, and with varied success, to control her laughter. Whatever she'd read in that book was very funny indeed. Flynn couldn't help himself, and chuckled softly as a grin broke out onto his face. There was a perfect moment, a heartbeat, where he forgot all of his earlier thoughts… his sadness at the loss of Nicole, the self-pity about his interaction with women, the yearning for something different and more than who he was and what he had… It had all melted away. The laughing girl looked up at him, eyes glassy with unshed tears, cheeks burning red, the laughter still evident on upturned, full lips. She met his eyes, hers were a pale green, and she squinted them, dropping her head slightly to shake it; an embarrassed apology at her earlier outburst. His smile grew and he waved a hand to tell her it was fine, a little embarrassed himself at being caught looking. She nodded, grinning and chewing lightly on her bottom lip and held the book up a bit, as an explanation. He felt as though he wanted to say something, his lips parting to do it, but the clock chimed the hour and her head snapped around to look at it. When she glanced back his way the moment was over, and the bustling of the library was apparent again, his shoulders feeling heavier than they had just a minute before. He watched her toss the book into her bag, sling the purse over her shoulder and give him a polite nod before striding off; looking over her shoulder once as she took the main stars and flashing him a smile that would stay with him for days, much longer actually, if he was honest.

Some weeks later Flynn found himself sat slumped on the couch in his apartment, glasses perched low on his nose, holding a book against his own chest as he recovered from something amusing he'd read within. Pale green eyes and a brilliant smile came unbidden to his mind's eye and he remembered the girl from the bench. He couldn't have said what book she was reading, or what clothes she'd had on, but he knew she was beautiful and he would know her anywhere, know that smile anywhere, and that he would never forget it.