Disclaimer: Still Not Mine
A/N: Look, it's a SECOND CHAPTER. I didn't plan on it, but it came to me this morning. And I have a third brewing in the back of my mind.
Flynn poured the blueberry smoothie into a glass with a satisfied smile. In the top went a purple umbrella and straw, making it a perfect drink. He picked up the sandwich he'd already made and headed up the stairs to his room. It took juggling to manage the door with his hands full, but he'd practiced for nearly a year and now knew the perfect way to juggle everything.
Once safely inside, he used his elbow to push the lock out of habit and walked over to set the plate and glass down on his desk. Then he collected his sleepwear and went down the hall to the bathroom to shower; which only highlighted the stupidity in his habit of locking his door. Before Corinth, Flynn had been rather indifferent to what he slept in, but after that first middle of the night call after they'd moved in and he'd been wearing just boxers when he'd flown out his bedroom door, Flynn had made a conscious choice about his sleepwear. Now, pajama pants and a t-shirt were the apparel of choice.
Once back in his room, Flynn slipped on a set of head phones and took out his journal. Not that he actually recorded his life in the battered spiral the way many did. He had filled the book with amusing stories, quotes, and even drawings to emphasize things. Tucked into the pages were pictures as well, four, in fact, that fell out when he dropped the spiral on the desk. He picked them up and looked at them again. The first was a woman with wispy, brown hair and a tired smile, once she might have been beautiful, but she was now pretty. He smiled sadly as his thumb ran over the edge of the picture and he slipped it back into its place, again securing it with a paper clip.
The second picture was a truck, a yellow one with dents and a few rust spots. The bed was slightly off in color from the cab, and the hood was different from both. He smiled; he'd loved that old Chevy. It had been his first truck, bought from the mechanic who had taught him the basics to caring for cars. It had run nearly perfectly up until the day the Grinders came, and he had hated to leave his labor of love behind, but his life had been more than the truck.
The third picture also featured a vehicle. It was a Jaguar; however, painted a blue so deep it was nearly black. Standing beside it was an androgynous figure in jeans and leather jacket. The clothing fit, but was also loose enough to hide any gender identity, and the person's face was covered behind a black helmet visor. The background was Corinth, Mac's Garage, in fact. He'd been tempted to show the picture to the others before, but even he knew that they would make a mountain out of a molehill in their search for the identity of JC.
The fourth picture was the newest, and it had taken some persuasion from the good Dr K to get it. That day before the wedding paraphernalia had been taken away, Summer had insisted on a picture. Scott and Dillon, as the tallest, were on the outside, with Ziggy next to Dillon and Flynn himself by Scott. Summer had stood before Flynn and Dr K stood, still in the wedding dress she'd put on, between Summer and Ziggy. They all had copies of the picture now, it was an agreed upon favorite. Flynn slipped it under the paper clip on the open page and picked up his pen to write while idly taking the first sip of his smoothie.