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They’re victims. They need protecting. That’s how Flynn first views the three people who followed his new Guardian in unexpectedly invading his Library. They couldn’t have been The Librarian, he tells himself. Not really. Jacob Stone, the man who won’t truly embrace his brilliance. Cassandra Cillian, the woman terrified of and physically hurt by hers. And Ezekiel Jones…well, don’t even get him started on Ezekiel Jones. They’re names on a list from long ago, and he needs to keep them alive before they fall victim to a world they don’t even know exists. That’s all. He doesn’t think anything of the look of intrigue on Cassandra’s face when she asks if one of them would become The Librarian if he died. What a preposterous question, for more reasons than one.
II.
They’re Junior Librarians, his little LiTs. They’re his subordinates, and they look at him like he knows everything, and he loves it. He gets to be the god, and he gets to sic them on his new Guardian, keeping all four of them simultaneously occupied and out of his way because boy, do they need a lot of work. But every time he returns from his journey to find the Library, they’ve learned. They’re less erratic. They’re good and getting better. He publicly credits that to the woman he’s beginning to love, but he knows they’re rapidly approaching a point where they could make it without her. And he begins to wonder what might’ve happened had any one of them shown up to that interview ten years ago.
III.
They’re Librarians, he knows, and it bothers him more than he’d care to admit. They make him proud sometimes – after all, everything they know, they learned from his shining example – but Cassandra Cillian already has a better handle on magic than he ever will, and she and Jacob Stone can give him an intellectual run for his money more than he cares to admit, and even Ezekiel Jones is much more competent than he ever gave him credit for. The eight words he’s grown to hate more than anything else in this world – they’re Librarians, just as much as you are – slip from Eve’s lips far too often, and he knows she’s right. They’re Librarians. There’s no denying it.
IV.
They’re competition. They’re Librarians, and that makes them competition. Sure, when he’s not around, they can act like the big shots of the Library, but when he is around, they should still defer to him, he thinks. He’s the one who was granted the title ten years ago. The Library chose him. (Nevermind the fact that they, not the Library, took themselves out of contention ten years ago; that fact’s certainly not important.) It’s everything he used to use as reasons why they couldn’t be Librarians – it’s insecurity, it’s resentment, it’s an ego the size of the Library itself, and when he finds himself sitting on the floor barking at them, his shoelaces tied together to keep him from fleeing this ridiculous intervention, he’s willing to admit it’s a problem, even if that admission is only to himself.
V.
They’re family. He’s always cared for them, of course, his chest having swelled with emotion when Cassandra ran, teary-eyed, to hug him after being invited to stay after her unspeakable betrayal, but he’s not quite sure when they became family. It might’ve been in the waiting room, when he realized they wouldn’t be complete if Cassandra didn’t survive, or perhaps when he was planning to sacrifice himself to the Eye of Ra with no qualms about the hands he was leaving the Library in. With Apep gone and the threat from DOSA neutralized, it’s nice to have everything back to normal, and he realizes that somehow, normal means he’s not the only Librarian anymore. Normal means he’s not in this alone. Normal means he’s a part of a team. So while the others are researching possible solutions to the latest magical calamity the Clippings Books has provided them, he holds the woman he loves on the stairs and looks over the Library that’s no longer just his.
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The Librarians Shipathon 2017 - Week 6: Flynn & the LiTs
Notes: It’s flyts week!! So, probably a little known fact abt me: i adore flynnstone and, quite frankly, am dying for more content of this tiny, little spark of a ship. like to be completely honest, this was the number one week I was looking forward to writing for when the shipathon was announced. so, uh, here ya go!
When Flynn met Jacob Stone, he had a hard time pinning down just how to describe the man.
Impressive would have probably been the most appropriate word, but Flynn was loathe to admit that anyone impressed him. Especially someone who started fights as a hobby.
Although, he reasoned, Jacob Stone had other hobbies that piqued Flynn’s interest. He was probably the most well-read man Flynn had met in a long while - excluding himself, of course. He enjoyed art and history and architecture even more than Flynn at times.
He was also just really...nice, for lack of a better adjective. You wouldn't see it in the way he talked to Ezekiel, but instead in the way he stood up for the younger man when another teammate - namely Flynn - would belittle the thief or his ideas. You would see it in the way he offered up being a punching bag for Eve after a particularly hard day. You would see it in the way he'd stand next to Cassandra in her lab for hours, holding a particular beaker perfectly still as she jotted down notes.
When Flynn had started to see it directed at him, he didn't know quite what he should do with it. Jake would offer to sit down and have a drink with him, and Flynn would babble some obviously fake excuse before disappearing in the Library for hours. Jake would offer to help him with his research, and Flynn would hotly imply that he could do his own work by himself, thank you very much (even if he was finding it difficult to locate the exact book that went into great detail on ancient Mayan culture).
He knew the way he was treating Jacob was rude - harsh, even - but he also couldn't find himself unable to not do it. But Jake being kind to him just made Flynn feel squirmy all over, and he didn't particularly like the feeling.
“It's because you want be nice back, and you don't know the best way to go about it,” Eve had informed him after - being forced into - listening about his woes. She was the one Flynn was closest to out of this new rag-tag team, so she was the one he talked (complained) to on the day-to-day basis.
Flynn scrunched up his nose at that. “Well, on that we’ll have to agree to disagree. Why would I want to be nice back? I mean, of course, I don't want to be rude, but I never care about what others think of me.”
Eve shook her head at that, muttering, “Sure, and your hero complex just comes from nowhere.” When she noticed Flynn’s scowl, she quickly said, “Look, next time just take him up on his offer. You never know, you might actually enjoy getting to know these guys. Stop distancing yourself just because you wanna be the top dog.”
Flynn frowned at that. “I mean, if anything, I’d want to be the top lion. They have a much more interesting dynamic. And, as lead male, I don't have to do any of the work for-.”
“I'm going to go work out, Flynn. Have fun with your problems.” Eve got up, ruffled his hair a bit, and slapped him on the back before exiting the room and leaving Flynn to actually think about what she had said.
~~~
“Do you want to get something to eat?”
Jake slowly looked up from his computer screen, and Flynn could see just how long he'd been sitting there from the glossy look to his eyes and the messiness of his hair. Slowly, Jake frowned at him and tilted his head to the side slightly like a confused dog. “I'm sorry...what?”
Flynn shrugged. “You looked tired. You should take a break.”
Jake snorted at that, and Flynn should've probably hated the sound more than he did. “Coming from the guy who once stayed up for three days straight to figure out the best way to roast a marshmallow through magical means.”
Flynn waved a hand in the air. “That was valid research.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling sheepish. “L-Look, it was just an offer. You don't have to take me up on it. I just thought I would-.”
“I'm game,” Jake interrupted him with a broad smile. He got to his feet and threw his jacket over his shoulders. “Where were you thinkin’?”
He actually hadn't thought about it. He'd honestly been expecting for Jacob to turn him down. His fingers fiddled with his lapel as he stammered, “Uh, well, we don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. The Library has a decent kitchen, and I've been told my cooking skills are nearly on par with my adventuring ones.”
Jake laughed at that, stepping around his desk. “Yeah, let's see about that. Lead the way, man.”
Jacob patted him on the shoulder, and Flynn couldn't help the little excited flare he felt deep in his chest. Maybe he could do this. He could make friends. He wasn't as hopeless as Eve thought he was. He'd be the best damn friend that Jacob Stone had ever had.
~~~
Cooking had been a disaster. Flynn hadn’t even been three minutes into the endeavor when something had caught on fire. Jacob, ever the hero, had jumped up at once and started to beat the flames out with his jacket which, subsequently, saved the day but also ruined his favorite coat.
They were now cleaning up the charred mess that had originally been a pan of garlic; as it turned out, if not prepared correctly, garlic was quite the flammable substance. Flynn was just starting to dump it down the trash when Jacob cleared his throat and said, “Y’know, when you said your adventuring skills were on par with your cooking skills, I thought you were joking. I mean, I thought you could actually cook.”
Flynn turned on him, about to protest sharply, when he noticed the look on Jacob’s face. He was smirking slightly, eyes dancing with mischief; he’d obviously been hanging around Ezekiel far too often. Flynn huffed and shook his head. “My cooking skills are usually fantastic. It’s not my fault the Library has inadequate cooking supplies.”
Jake snorted. “Uh-huh, okay.”
“Look,” Flynn said, dumping the rest of the mess into the trash, “I’m sorry for ruining your lunch. If you just want to get back to work, I completely-.”
“Are you kiddin’ me, Flynn?” Jake said, shaking his head. “I’m still hungry. You?”
“Uh,” Flynn stumbled on his words, “I could, yeah, no, I could eat, sure!”
Jake grinned. “Cool. C’mon, I know the perfect place.”
~~~
A few minutes later, Flynn was stepping through the Backdoor and into a diner. It was an old-fashioned kind of place that reminded Flynn of the 1950s. Jake was already walking past him and up to the counter. He spoke a few words with the waitress there before nodding to Flynn and leading him over to a booth that was tucked away from the main part of the diner.
As Flynn sat across from Jake, he asked, “What is this place, Stone?’
Jake shrugged, but he had a little bit of a grin on his face. “Just a place I like to go to sometimes when I miss home. We’re only a few towns over from where I grew up, so nobody here should really recognize me except for, like, the waitress or something.”
“It’s…cool,” Flynn settled on. He nodded, looking around the place in appreciation. “Yeah, it’s really cool. I like the feeling of it.”
Jake nodded, his grin growing wider. “Yeah, exactly. And, hey, I’ll order for you.” He sent him a wink. “Don’t want you getting any weird food.”
“Oh, I, uh-,” Flynn started to say, but the waitress was walking up to their booth and Jake was already talking.
“Two orders of cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes, please.” He glanced at Flynn. “Chocolate good?”
“Uh, strawberry,” Flynn mumbled. He looked at the waitress. “If you have it.”
She nodded. “Yep, no problem. That’ll be out to you in about ten minutes.”
When Flynn looked back at Jake, he found him smiling wide. “Don’t worry, you’ll love their food. It’s classic and just the right amount of greasy to be heavenly.”
“Well, thanks,” Flynn said, giving Jake a crooked grin of his own. He glanced around the diner. “So how often to you come here?”
Jake shrugged. “Maybe once every two weeks, I guess? Not often enough, really, and then missions’ll get in the way or Cassie wants me to go to lunch with her and Ezekiel or something.”
“And you don’t just bring them here?” Flynn asked.
Jake frowned and shook his head. “Nah. Never really felt like it, I guess. Figured Ezekiel would make fun of it, and Cassandra would never want to leave. I think she’d like the food too much.”
“But I’m allowed to come?” Flynn asked, a little hesitantly.
Jake’s smile returned and his eyes squinted from the force of it. “Of course! I think you’re the only one who’ll get it, I guess. I dunno, everyone else seems to despise where they came from. I mean, they’ve all got good reasons to, and I guess I do too, but I still miss it, occasionally. I figured…I just thought-.”
“I get it,” Flynn interrupted him, giving Jake a small smile. “I get being homesick.”
Jake nodded. “Yeah, I knew you would.”
~~~
An hour later, Flynn and Jake were walking back through the Backdoor into the Library. Jake glanced at Flynn and said, “Y’know, you didn’t really have to pay.”
Flynn shrugged. “Of course I did. First of all, I invited you to lunch and then destroyed both your jacket and my attempt of lunch.”
Jake snorted. “Okay, yeah, I guess that’s true.” He squinted at Flynn, uncertain as he said, “But that still doesn’t explain why you invited me to lunch in the first place?”
Flynn felt his heart jump in his throat as he said, “Uh, what do you mean?”
Jake shrugged. “I dunno. You just don’t normally do that kinda stuff. You usually just keep your distance.”
Jake grinned. “Sure, man. Sounds good to me. Just, next time you ask me out on a date, plan it out a bit better, okay?”
Suddenly Flynn’s face felt like it was on fire, and he couldn’t help a little squeaked, “Date?!”
Then Jake’s face was flushing too. He raked his hand through his hair as he stammered, “I-I thought-. I mean-. I wasn’t-.” He let out a long breath. “Shit.”
“You thought this was a date?” Flynn asked slowly.
“I-uh-I don’t know, man!” Jake snapped nervously. “I mean, what was I supposed to think? I’ve been asking you out for months, I just thought this was you-.”
“You what?!” Flynn yelped. Jake again froze up, snapping his mouth shut so quickly Flynn could hear his teeth click together. “You’ve been asking me out?”
Jake shrugged and mumbled, “I, yeah, I dunno, I guess so…I thought you knew that?”
“No!” Flynn practically shouted, voice high and pitchy. “I thought you were just being nice!”
“Oh,” Jake muttered. He ran his hand through his hair again, frustratingly grabbing at it. His face was flushed red and he stammered, “W-Well, this has been awful. I’m just gonna, y’know…go.”
“Jacob, wait,” Flynn tried to say, but Jake was already rushing from the room and shutting the door behind him.
Flynn let out a long breath. So much for being the best damn friend he’s ever had.
~~~
“Wait, wait, wait,” Eve was saying. She was sat across from Flynn, who was repeatedly banging his head against the table that they were sitting at. He stopped momentarily to glance back up at her. “You didn’t know about Stone’s huge crush on you?”
“You did?!” Flynn snapped.
Eve shrugged and looked like she was resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “Sure, we all did. He’s not exactly been subtle about it. I mean, c’mon, Flynn. Who’s the number one person who’s always trying to get you to get up and actually do things? Who’s always trying to help you with your work and stuff?”
“I just thought that was Jake being…Jake,” Flynn protested. Inwardly, he was reeling. How could he have missed this? He prided himself on being perceptive, and apparently, he’d missed something so obvious that even Eve I-Don’t-Do-Emotions Baird could figure out!
Eve snorted. “Wow, Flynn.” She stood up. “You need to fix this.”
“Yeah…but how?” Flynn asked, and it must have sounded pathetic enough because Eve actually stopped to consider it.
Eventually, she just shrugged again. “You’re a Librarian, Flynn. Hell, you were the Librarian. Use that brain of yours to figure it out.”
She reached across the table, patted him on the shoulder, and wondered out of the room to leave Flynn to his own thoughts for the second time that day.
~~~
Miraculously, Jake speant the next three days avoiding Flynn. The miraculous part was that there were no missions or anything that would’ve forced the two to talk. Instead, Jake practically fled any room when Flynn walked in. At one point, he’d even resorted to diving through the Backdoor to an unknown location. It’d been risky, but luckily for them, Ezekiel had already had the door set to a nearby coffee shop and Jake had just walked back to the Library.
Now though, Flynn had a plan. He waited until he knew Jake would be on the upper part of the Annex and cornered him there. When Jake noticed him, his face flushed and he looked around. When Flynn realized that Jake was looking at the railing, or more importantly, what was past the railing with rising interest, he knew he had to start talking fast.
“Uh, Stone, I mean, Jacob…er, Jake,” Flynn stammered. To himself, he thought, Great start, Flynn. He cleared his throat. “Can I ask you something?”
Jake still wasn’t meeting his eyes. He just nodded and muttered, “Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” Flynn asked quickly. Jake’s eyes sharply shot up to meet his, but Flynn plowed on before he could say anything. “I thought we could go to that diner again, if you wanted to. And afterwards, there’s this artifact that I’ve been dying to find. I know it’s around the Library somewhere. We could go looking for it! It’ll be like a little at-home adventure.”
Jake was staring at him, dumbfounded. Flynn quickly got uncomfortable, his stomach churning nervously. “I mean, uh, we don’t - clearly, we don’t have to. I just thought, since what happened last time was so…you know. I mean, I guess-.”
“You planned all that out?” Jake asked. Slowly, a grin was tugging at his lips.
Flynn nodded, grinning a bit as well. “Uh, yeah. I figured things would go a bit more smoothly this time.”
“Well, considering you know it’s actually a date this time, I’d say you’re off to a good start,” Jake said. Flynn was about to retort when he noticed the grin on Jake’s face had grown into a full-on smile. He ducked his head, as if trying to hide the smile, and added, “Yeah, that sounds good, man.”
“Cool, cool, great, that’s awesome,” Flynn said. He gave Jake a thumbs-up. “I’m really looking forward to it. It’s going to be a blast – a real great time!”
Jake was still grinning as he asked, “You good, Flynn?”
“Yeah, yes, fantastic!” Flynn nearly shouted. He cleared his throat and, in a quieter voice, said, “I’ll, just, uh, let you get ready. And get ready myself. Meet at the Backdoor in fifteen?”
Jake nodded. “Yeah, can’t wait.”
Flynn nodded back with a big, goofy grin on his face. As he started to back away, he said, “Yeah, no, me neither. Very excited! It’ll be great!”
As he turned away, he could hear Jake laughing softly behind him. It didn’t matter though because he was determined to make this the best damn date that Jacob Stone had ever had.
(Later, Jake would admit that it was a pretty good date.
