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An Interesting Night Continues

Flynn-

Unbeknownst to Lucy, Flynn knew exactly what she had on her mind. And not because of the journal, either. She hadn't written a thing about this, apparently not wanting to embarrass herself, even in the future. He knew because he could read her body language. He was a highly trained ex-NSA asset, after all. He'd suspected, but wasn't entirely sure. When her thighs had suddenly snapped together, his suspicion was confirmed.

Flynn was floored with the knowledge that Lucy was currently aroused by the thought of him and handcuffs, her preoccupation with staring at them clued him to her thoughts on those. To be honest, though he'd never admit it to anyone, even under torture, Flynn found Lucy attractive. He found her very attractive. He'd barely noticed how beautiful she was when she came to him that first time what felt like so long ago now. He'd, understandably, been too preoccupied by his grief.

It wasn't until later that he'd become aware of her beauty. No one knew this but long before he'd stolen the Mothership, Flynn had gone to one of her classes at Stanford. He'd hidden in the shadows in the back and Lucy had never known he was there. He'd meant to stay only long enough to get a better look at her, but had stayed for her entire lecture.

Flynn tried to tell himself it was because he was studying his soon to be "enemy-come-ally," but that'd be a lie. He'd been mesmerized by her beauty, her personality, lost in her smiles, and loved the feeling that washed over him as he'd absorbed the sound of her voice. Flynn felt like he knew her from reading the journal over and over so many times that he'd practically had it memorized.

He quickly realized at the Hindenburg that he didn't know her at all. She was so different from the woman in the journal and he hated it. Hated how frightened of him Lucy had been when he held that knife to her throat. It had to be done however. She'd left a note inside the journal that he needed to follow it as closely as possible and he tried his best. It was so hard on Flynn to see how Lucy viewed him before they would eventually become allies. He didn't want her to hate him, and he didn't like scaring or hurting her, but it couldn't be helped. He just had to hold on until things changed, until they became a "team," as she'd written.

In an attempt to sidetrack himself from his own carnal thoughts involving Lucy, which they were there and had been for a while now, Flynn stood and walked to the cart. Putting a few ice cubes into both glasses, he poured some whiskey in and a splash of water. He didn't want the drinks to be too strong as he, nor Lucy, needed to be hungover tomorrow. Well, it might be just as well if Lucy was a little off her game. She did seem to keep beating him, even with her help from the journal. He turned and offered one of the glasses to Lucy. She only shook her head, averting her eyes from him.

"Come on, Lucy." She only shook her head again. Flynn sighed in exasperation. "Lucy, I know that you're too keyed up to sleep right now. This," he tipped the glass back and forth a little, the ice clinking against the sides, "will help you relax. We both need sleep." There was a long, silent pause. "You know I'm right." He waited. Finally, Lucy took a couple of hesitant steps forward.

Flynn smiled. Ah, victory, he thought. Lucy's fingers brushed against his as she took the glass from him. The contact made him slightly shiver, he just hoped to hell she hadn't noticed. The last thing he needed was for her to figure out that he was attracted to her. That would really complicate matters, as if they weren't complicated enough. He also didn't need her or her team to have something to potentially use against him.

Lucy took a big gulp from the glass and immediately started coughing. Flynn wanted to laugh, because it was comical, not out of malice, but didn't want to embarrass her so all he did was say, "Not a whiskey drinker, I see."

"Um, no. I'm more of a white wine person." Lucy admitted timidly after she got her coughing under control.

"Well, you want to just sip it then."

"Okay," was Lucy's simple reply.

"Did you never go crazy with drinking like most American kids, especially during your college years?"

Lucy laughed, a real laugh, and Flynn loved the sound. She had never laughed because of something he'd said to her. It was a nice change from the fear, disgust, or indifference she normally showed. He liked it. "Uh, no, definitely not."

"Why not? Isn't it like a rite of passage here? The time to rebel or some nonsense." He said. He waited for her answer, genuinely curious.

"Well, for a lot of kids, I suppose, but not for me. I had too much presssure on me from my mom to succeed. When I did go out and drink, it was usually daiquiris, but I didn't go out all that often. I didn't really become a wine drinker until all the dinner parties I had to attend when Mom started "grooming" me for a position at Stanford. And those began as soon as I turned twenty-one." Lucy rolled her eyes.

Before Flynn could say anything else, Lucy chuckled, but he could detect a hint of bitterness in it. She took a small sip and said, "The only time I ever tried to rebel, as you put it, was my sophomore year of college." Flynn was very interested now. This wasn't in the journal, either. A rebellious Lucy intrigued him. He let Lucy continue. "I was driving home one night to tell her I was dropping out to join a band."

Flynn's jaw could've hit the floor he was so surprised. Lucy? Drop out of school? Join a band? He didn't say anything or let his shock show, only took another sip. Lucy was deep in her memories and he didn't want her to clam up if he interrupted her train of thought.

"I lost control of the car and ended up going off the bridge into the river below. I could feel the water rising all around me and I couldn't get out. I thought I was going to die, but thankfully a stranger happened to be going by. He saved my life." Lucy quit talking and took a sip of her own drink.

Flynn didn't know what to say. Sorry that happened to her, which he was? Congratulate her for her attempt to get out from under her mother's thumb, even though it didn't happen? He was at a loss and was afraid that anything he might say would sound insincere to Lucy so he didn't say anything. They both sipped their drinks in companionable silence.