The Librarian and the Scientist

Cassandra danced through the annex. Eve had just asked her to be the Maid of Honour! She'd practically screamed yes at Eve. She had responsibilities. She and Eve would go dress shopping. They would pick out the things that Flynn wasn't sure about. Correct things. It was going to be the best wedding. Not that she had been to many weddings. But Eve was her best friend and she was going to try her best.

"Hey Flynn!" She said, very bubbly. Flynn looked up with a smile.

"Cassandra, how are you?" He asked.

"I'm great! Eve just asked me to be the maid of honour." She squealed.

"Wonderful. I've asked Jake to be my best man." Flynn said. "And since Eve doesn't have a father anymore, she's asked Jenkins to walk her down the aisle." Cassandra made a weird noise and tears pricked at her eyes.

"That's great. I'm sure he'll love that." She said.

"Cassandra, I've been meaning to ask. I found this note in my pocket after a mission." Flynn said, handing her the note. He'd carried it around almost religiously. Cassandra stared at the note and turned it over.

"Morgan?" She breathed. "As in Morgan Le Fay? And Lancie must be Lancelot." She paused. "I'd show this to Jenkins or Ezekiel. They know the most about Arthurian legends."

"I'll ask Jenkins then." Flynn muttered, taking the note back and slipping it into his pocket. "Cassandra, one other thing."

"Yes?" She asked curiously.

"Uh you and Jake... I'm not trying to be intrusive but um, you seem close?" Flynn mumbled.

"Oh." Cassandra said with surprise. She flushed a little. "He's nice, a really good friend. Yes, really nice. Always helps me and listens to me. Very good." She trailed off awkwardly. She was crimson.

"So you and Jake haven't thought about um, pursuing a relationship?" Flynn asked. Really it shouldn't bother him, but Cassandra was his favourite. She was like a little sister and he wanted to protect her.

"Oh um... I haven't really... I didn't think... with my head... I mean the tumour. I just... I'd rather not talk about it." She stuttered. She practically fled the room, blushing scarlet. Only when she was in the depths of the Library did she calm down. Flynn had no right to ask her that! So, what if she liked Jake? So, what if every time she imagined herself marrying him, having kids when she slept? It was nothing to do with Flynn! She couldn't have it. She couldn't ever have that. She loved him too much to put him through the pain of losing her. It would hurt enough when she died. She couldn't do that to him. She couldn't. She couldn't. She loved him too much. Flynn was still sitting in the Annex realising he'd made a faux pas. He felt horrible. She was dying and he asked if she'd considered getting married! For a genius he could be an idiot. Flynn pulled out the note again. He stormed off to find Jenkins.