9th Fix

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[It's a lovely, clear Valentine's Day afternoon, and Quinn Hatch is running through the streets as fast as his long, lanky legs will carry him. Like many Mayfieldians, he received a mysteries package in the mail that came along with a flood of unexplained but forceful memories. Was it real, or was it Mayfield up to its old tricks again?

It didn't matter. He'll sort that out once he talked to Grell. If these feelings were real, than the one person in this town that he ever really loved was trapped with him here, and he wanted to see her. If it wasn't real... well, was he willing to take that risk? No way.

Completely out of breath, long hair disheveled, and holding a now frazzled bouquet of a half-dozen of the reddest roses he could grab, Quinn was rapping on the door of 1126 Taylor Road. What if she didn't remember? What if it was the town just screwing with him again, and he looked like a gigantic idiot? Time to find out.

Knock knock, Grell!]

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[Grell has been searching desperately for her love all day. Ever since the memories returned that morning. How could this be? Was she actually getting a second chance! Perhaps this Mayfield place wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Nothing else was important anymore. Not the romantic evening had planned to seduce William, not that tragic fact that her darling Sebastian was no where to be found. Because Sebastian was no longer important! She had to find Quinn. The love of her life. Even if it had been short lived. He wasn't Sebastian, or Madam Red, or William. He was her one true Romeo.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[After receiving no answer at the house, Quinn slinks off to wander home. He should have called. This is all ridiculous, right? These feelings couldn't be *real*, could they? He just saved himself some embarrassment.

As he turns a corner, he sees a blur of red pass him by heading the other way. A somehow familiar red blur. Could it be...?]


...Grell!

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[brightred-death.livejournal.com]

[She was thinking of giving up. Possibly despairing away on the couch. Maybe beating the drone children. She could do that right. It would make her feel better. A little bit. ...... OH who on earth and heaven was she kidding!? It wouldn't make her feel better at all!

Nothing could make her feel better! Nothing in the whole of the entire universe! She'd finally been able to remember her one true love, the love above all the rest, and he'd been here, but now, now she couldn't find him anywhere! She'd looked and looked and looked. Her darling Quinn was no where to be found.

And it was Valentine's Day to boot! The most romantic day of the year, and she couldn't find the love of her life.

And dammit all! Now someone was calling her name! Well she would show that person, to interrupt a woman on a love hunt.

She whirled around and just stopped. Stopped dead.]

[brightred-death.livejournal.com]

[And then she lights up immediately.]

Quinn~? Oh my darling~ It's been so very long~

[She's throwing herself at him arms outstretched. Her heart is just over flowing. This is positively the best thing that could have happened. Ever.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He welcomes Grell with open arms, and wraps her up in a tight hug. So it was true? It was real?]

You're here... you remember too? This is just... unbelievable!

[But despite saying that, he's grinning ear to ear.]

[brightred-death.livejournal.com]

[She allows him to wrap her up burying her face in his chest.]

The fates! How cruel they've been to keep us apart! To tear our memories away! But we fight them, and now here we are~ together again! [Rubber her cheek against his chest.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn chuckles.] Always the dramatic one, huh? But even Mayfield couldn't keep us apart. How have I missed ya this whole time? Have ya been in town long?

sorry I'm so late /sob

[brightred-death.livejournal.com]

Obviously nothing~ can keep us apart my love~

[She pulls back slightly to look up at him] I haven't been here terribly long. Nearly a month perhaps. But no matter!

no worries!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Too damn long if you ask me. Oh, here. [He stands back now, to hand Grell the roses.] Valentine's Day, after all. [Have a kiss on the hand, too.]

[brightred-death.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes light up. So thoughtful~! And here she was, without anything for him. She takes them and sniffs at them, none to delicately. She loves the smell of roses.]

You are too~ sweet~~! And to think I have nothing for you!

Well... [She casts her eyes downward as a blush appears on her cheeks. If he looks closely, or if he remembers the tone well enough, he knows it's playful, mischievous, hinting at something.

She takes a peek out of the corner of her eyes.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he knows that look all too well. He steps in closer to her again.]

You here is fine enough by me. Whatever ya want, I'll make it happen.

[brightred-death.livejournal.com]

[She bats her eyes at him.]

Sweep~ me off my feet and kiss~ me, my prince!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He's more than happy to oblige that. He takes Grell and dips her back, giving her the longest and deepest kiss right there on the street corner, gasping and disapproving drones be damned.

Once he finally manages to stop himself:] I hope that works for ya.