Familiar

Flynn always had lots and lots of books with him wherever he went. Even when they were on a mission, he was sure to have at least one hidden away in his satchel somewhere (and usually it was the one which provided the solution). Eve was so used to seeing him with many-paged ledgers and old, worn leather volumes she sometimes didn't even think about the books anymore.

But one evening, while she was waiting for whatever Flynn was trying to cook for her in the kitchen, she found a book in one of his shelves which intrigued her enough to open it and page it through.

She leaved through it once, then another time, and then once more, slower and slower each time in growing wonder.

She barely noticed when Flynn entered the living room and, seeing her with this book in hand, coming to an abrupt halt.

"What is this?", Eve asked and raised an eyebrow in what she hoped to be a mocking way, though she wasn't sure if it understated her uneasiness enough.

"I'm pretty sure you know the title", the Librarian answered, and then smiled slightly.

"'The Holy Bible'? I never took you for the religious type, Flynn."

"I'm not", he said, and this time his smile was a bit sad, "that is, I'm not anymore."

Eve opened the book again, this time on the title page. To Flynn. Love, Dad.

"Oh, Flynn, I –"

"You didn't know."

He walked over to his Guardian and she handed the book over to him, warily watching his every move. She knew how much the loss of his father was weighing on him still, maybe even more so since he found out who murdered him.

Flynn flipped the page over and smiled vaguely: "This was always one of my favourite stories, and one of my favourite pictures in the book."

Eve leaned closer to have a look at the rather crude sketch of a woman, a tree, and a snake.

"Though", Flynn added, "we all know the fruit given to Eve was not an apple. They always get that detail wrong. You should think people painting for a children's version of the bible would do their research more thoroughly..." His babbling ceased while he stared at the page with a thoughtful expression. He traced the woman's face with his index finger and shrugged: "It's strange, you know. Every time I open this book, it feels like... it's become so familiar over the years. When I open it, I feel like I'm... home. And safe. The pages even smell that way."

Laughing shakily, he added: "Ridiculous, isn't it?"

Eve lightly kissed his cheek: "Not at all, Flynn. This book may be old and worn..."

"Actually half of the pages are loose. Never came round to fixing it."

"... but it is your connection to your past, and to your father. Its important. I understand."

There was a long moment of silence, and then Flynn nodded and returned the book to the shelf before asking: "So, how about dinner?"

"Sounds amazing. Lead on, Librarian."

Flynn smiled, grabbed Eve's hand, squeezed it thankfully, and together they left the room.

A/N: I'm back! Less than a month now to season 3, guys! (At least if I'm not mistaken...)

I felt a bit down yesterday and somehow ended up watching a Librarian-episode – and it was like coming back home after a long absence. Can't really explain why this show means so much to me, but it does.

Can't promise anything like regular updates, though, because I have less time at hands than I would like, and by writing I keep procrastinating important things (though of course, writing too, especially for Evlynn, is something I always come back to in the end.)

I hope you enjoyed this one (though it is a bit dark, isn't it?).

As always, reviews are appreciated :)

Thanks for still reading this!