Flynn burst through the Annex, blazing past Jenkins, Sara still cradled in his arms.

"Sir?" Taking in the horrifying sight of Sara, his breath hitched for a moment. "What happened?"

"No time to explain!" he blurted out. "I need your help."

"Y-yes, of course. In my workstation."

After they arrived, Jenkins cleared his table by shoving everything off and Flynn laid her down on top of it.

"Easy, easy," Jenkins gently urged.

"I know," Flynn said, whimpering. As he stared at her, more tears fell. "She's so small."

"You need to tell me what happened before I can even begin to–"

"She saved me," A soft, crooning noise left him. His chin and lips trembled, momentarily stopping when he tried speaking again. "She, uh– She used her powers and now she won't wake up. I think she drained herself."

"Sh–?!" Jenkins began to shout, but cut himself short, glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was listening, forgetting they were alone, and he tried once more in a lower tone. "She used her powers outside of the Library?"

"Can you maybe suspend any judgment and I told you so's until after we've patched her up, please?" Jenkins still held a scowl which Flynn met with one of his own. "I'm not happy about it either. But she did what she had to, to keep them away from us."

"Them? Who is 'them?'"

That, he didn't know. He could only assume Sara's parents called in the calvary. They were desperate to get her back, it seemed, and this was only the beginning.

"Sir, we cannot afford another enemy to deal with–"

"No," Flynn interjected. "This is– I can handle this."

"Well, yes of course. You come in here, frantic and with a woman in your arms, a woman who quite possibly could be dying, and you're telling me that someone else is after you?" Jenkins spat out. "Yes, I'd say you have it completely under control."

"You knew people were after us! You're the one who pointed it out!"

Jenkins held up his hands in supplication. "Okay. Yes, you're right, I did know," he soothed. "I just didn't think she'd attack anyone. Were there any casualties?"

Worried eyes fixed upon Sara. Flynn had never been so close to somebody like her; someone so coquettish when she wanted to be and fierce when she had to be, someone who could literally cause an explosion should something happen to the ones she cared for the most. One of those was Flynn. Whether she would go as far as to kill someone for him, he hoped she wouldn't.

A stuttering inhale preceded his eventual response. "I-I don't know. She shielded me."

"I hope for your sake she didn't. Wouldn't want a mass homicide to go with your grand theft auto."

"That's not funny."

"Am I laughing?"

Flynn drew his glare away from Jenkins and focused on Sara, pressing his head against hers, as if physical contact would stimulate her. "Sara, it's me," he whispered in her ear. "We made it. I need you to wake up now, okay? Please. I can't lose another–" Suddenly, he broke into sobs, and hid his face in her hair.

"Mister Carsen," Jenkins said in an eerily calm voice. "I need to examine her."

"I'm not leaving her."

"You don't have to. Just stand back."

Flynn stared at Sara's pale, fallible body, letting his eyes linger on her ashen face, blood still coating her upper lip. He really did not want to leave her side, even if he only moved to the corner of the room, watching from afar. Except that was exactly what he did, regardless.

For what felt like hours, but in actuality was mere minutes, Flynn paced like an anxious parent, his arms crossed tightly over his stomach, occasionally putting his hand to his mouth, covering any incoming tears with a quick, shuddering gulp. Eventually, with an agitated huff, he gathered his remaining strength and opened his mouth, slowly and carefully approaching the table to be beside her. "What is taking so long?"

"Sir, I've only just started," Following a sigh, Jenkins continued, "I don't know what it is yet. What I can tell you is that she has a good carotid pulse. Slow, but good."

"Wh-what do you mean good?" Flynn hastened to ask, faltering his words. "Slow is not good! What is it at?"

"Mister Carsen, you becoming hysterical is not helping."

All of a sudden, Flynn's hardened expression went blank. An idea struck him when he remembered one of the few things that made her happy; that made her forget. "Laughing."

"Sir?"

Flynn scampered off, shouting, "I'll be right back!"

Barely a minute passed, and he was back, boom box and CDs in hand. Flynn plonked the old hunk of plastic and components on a table, plugged it in and stuck in a disc.

"What are you doing now?"

"Music. She loves music. You should have seen the collection she had back at her place!"

"I don't think this will work."

"We can give it a shot, at least," Flynn turned the already loud music up and waited for something to happen. Except nothing did. "It's not working. Why isn't it working?"

"Odd. If I heard this din, I would have woken right up. G– Give me that. What is this?" Jenkins plucked the CD case from Flynn's hand and examined it with narrowed eyes. It was a band named after something that should have ended in the dark ages. With disgust, he shoved it into Flynn's chest. "Music will not help here," Jenkins vehemently motioned his hands to Sara. "She's probably similar to a rechargeable battery; for the time being, she's low on energy, but with enough rest, she should come back from this fully restored."

"Probably?" Flynn flatly echoed and scoffed. "You don't know, do you?"

"Quite frankly, sir, no. No more than you do. This is unfamiliar territory for us both," Catching sight of the unbridled panic that had Flynn so worked up, Jenkins tilted his head, as if that would help him see it better. "You really have developed something with her, haven't you? I don't think I've seen you this distraught before."

"To be fair, you haven't seen much of me at all," he just about murmured, then snapped, "And I don't feel anything for her, all right? Nothing except responsible for her."

Behind Flynn, Sara shot upright, her eyes wide and alert. Jenkins was the only person who saw this.

"Um, sir?"

"I know I shouldn't feel responsible," Flynn went on, utterly oblivious. "but I do. For some reason. It's like she's– She's a part of me. A part of me I never knew I needed. And I don't know if I can handle things without her now."

"Well," Jenkins cleared his throat and gave an indicative jerk of his head in the direction behind Flynn. "Anything's possible, sir."

Seeing that he wasn't getting it, Sara chimed in, "That is so sweet!"

Flynn whipped around and held a karate stance for all but a millisecond until it dawned on him just who he was threatening to judo-chop. "Sara!"

No time was squandered in his embracing, almost knocking her over and holding her so tightly that he could have broken her ribs. Two pats on his back like tapping out of a wrestling match signalled him to ease off.

Once he did, he examined every inch of her face, touching incessantly. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"I'm fine," she responded with a slight drawl and chortle. Sara put her hands on top of his and brought them to their sides, still holding on to them. "I'm tired, but... good, yeah."

"Shall I give you two some privacy?" Jenkins asked, smirking.

Both Sara and Flynn replied in unison, "No."

Swiftly, Sara let go of his hands and folded her arms, keeping her eyes on the ground and watching herself rock on her heels.

Flynn coughed to clear absolutely nothing out of his throat, then scratched vaguely at the back of his neck. "I think I, uh– I have to recalibrate the–" He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "Thing."

A snort of amusement escaped Sara's nostrils. Very convincing, Librarian, she thought.

"Miss–"

"Wheeler."

"– Wheeler," Jenkins huffed out a sharp breath. "Good to have you back. May I ask, have you and Mister Carsen–?"

"No," she replied as fast as possible. Sara shrugged her shoulders and twisted the ring around her finger and murmured, "It's... not like that."

"Shocking, considering how quickly the man falls. I suppose it is better to have loved than to have lost, after all."

Jenkins walked away, towards the main room of the Annex, Sara following closely behind him.

Sarcastic laughter came faintly before she spoke. "Yeah, sure. He just loooveess me!"

Flynn did on some level. It took him coming close to death to admit it, and that didn't dawn on Sara until just then. Using that much of her powers scrambled her memories for a bit.

She stopped in the archway, enwrapt in a whole manner of emotions. "W-wait, he can't. He has someone else."

"Mister Carsen told you about her?"

"Not exactly, but I figured it out," An infinitesimal twitch of her upper lip conveyed her jealousy and agitation enough. She muttered, "Stupid powers."

"Ah, right," Jenkins set one extremely old, extremely large book on top of another, then gave her his undivided attention. "Your abilities. Which brings me to my second question. What were you thinking back there?"

"I don't need this from you."

"No, you need to hear this from him. Where the hell is he now?" Jenkins demanded. As if to answer his question, Flynn entered the room. "Sir, would you please talk with her?"

"Okay," Flynn drawled out longer than needed. For a moment, he watched Jenkins leave the room, pretending to read, then returned his look of enquiry to Sara. "What did you do?" he asked, an intonation in his voice.

"Nothing, just–" Sara waved her hand in Jenkins' previously occupied spot and let it fall to her thigh with a slap. "Told me I need to keep myself in check. Which I don't!" she called out to Jenkins toward the end of her statement. "Why are you looking at me like I've done something wrong?"

Flynn crooked a finger at her, motioning her to come with him. "I want to show you something."

"Where are we going?"

"Just come."

She did as she was told, though it came easy for her. By now, she was his faithful companion, ready and willing to do anything for him, with him, forever and always, if she could.

They arrived in another room, where Flynn rummaged through a mess of books, mumbling to himself as he did so. Sara just stood and stared at him, in awe of him. Now that they weren't being chased or shot, she could really see Flynn in his element. She adored his enthusiasm and passion for knowledge. Actually, she adored everything about him; his hair, his maple-brown eyes, his suits, but most of all, his big heart. Even if he never showed it, she knew it was there, encased in bricks and mortar.

At last, Flynn found what he needed. A book, naturally, but it didn't appear to be like all the others around it. He blew the dust off the cover, which led to a sneeze that he shook off afterwards.

"Gesundheit," she said with a grin.

"Thank you," Flynn smiled back before he opened the book. In it was a long list of names. "See, these were all the Librarians that ever existed. Right here is Edward Wilde. Now, he let himself become absorbed by anger and hatred. You know what that got him?"

"Squished?" Sara hazarded a guess. A correct guess. "Flynn, we had this conversation already. I'm not him. I know what I did tonight was moronic, but I did it to keep you safe and to give them enough of a clue to back the hell off. I would never–"

"I know, I know. But... there's no way nobody saw your crazy light show."

"Nah!" She waved off his fears like they were annoying gnats. "They'll just assume it must've been aliens."

"Remember what I said about that?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Clearly, you've never worked at Torchwood."

"Torchwood," Flynn grumbled in disdain. "Eugh! A Librarian's worst enemy."

Sara wrung her hands in front of her body. "Yeah. They're bloody terrible," she said, nervously chuckling. "Listen, you said something back at the pyramid. Do you remember?"

"No," he lied. Of course, he remembered. He had a photographic memory; there was no way he couldn't. "You must have misunderstood. So, are you ready to go home?"

"Thought I might stick around here for a while. If that's okay."

His only response was a calm, gentle smile. On the inside, however, he was beyond enthusiastic. After all, they had been through, he couldn't say goodbye just yet.

"Suppose I won't have any idea what happened this past week, eh?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen things. Things no one is supposed to see. Only way to keep this place safe is to wipe my mind," Her features hardened as memories — his memories — came flooding back. That might not be so bad.

"I won't do that to you. I trust you," he said, patting her on her shoulder before heading to his messy desk in the corner.

While she would have been grateful, her countenance remained sombre. Finally, she was able to gather up the courage to ask what she meant to for days now. She had to know. "Should I be worried?" she blurted out.

"About what?" asked without taking his eyes off of the book in front of him.

"You and Eve."

He looked up, eyes widened. He looked up, eyes widened. How did she know about her? Did he unwittingly tell her when he was near death? Then he remembered, she was psychic; she could just look at him and get a full story.

As evenly as he could, he said, "No, nothing to worry about."

"Flynn, really. Obviously, there's something between us, but I don't want to get in the way of anything else."

"There is nothing to get in the way of," he insisted while mindlessly flipping through pages, pretending to be busy and apathetic.

"Carsen, look at me."

Called by his last name, again. He knew she must have meant business. Flynn turned on his heels to face her before she started yelling.

"I really hope I'm off, but... am I right? Do you have feelings for her too?"

Flynn didn't speak for a long time. He just stared at her, trying to make sense of what he had just heard.

His silence said it all.

"Well, there you go," she murmured. It was all she could manage. She wanted to scream at him but her throat had seized up.

"Listen, Baird and I..." he began before having to think of what they were — if anything. "She– I think that she likes me," he finally managed to get out. "And that I like her as well. Not that I dislike her, or anything. It's just– It's complicated. But she's not you."

She nodded and stared downward, pursing her chapped, dusty rose lips. "You say that, but," When she did look at him, she did so with eyes blazing like a hot furnace. "Do you know that?"

It was an idiotic question. Of course, he knew it. The problem was that he missed the point, and the point was that if he truly wanted her, he shouldn't be feeling for someone else. After all, how could one be certain what they felt for whom when they were this confused and conflicted? He didn't know. This whole love thing was new to him.

However, he did read once that you should always agree with your partner and apologise, even if you don't know what you did wrong. He knew it was a horrible, lazy strategy but if he did that, maybe they could have some success.

Now that he thought about it, he could see that he had been careless. He was keen on Sara, and loved her, even if he didn't entirely know how or why. He was doing everything he could to fix himself. Being with him was bound to be a bumpy ride when the road was this damaged.

"You're right. I need to re-evaluate my feelings. I'm sorry if I upset you," Without taking his eyes off her, he opened the middle desk drawer and plucked out a bright coloured package of some sort. "Jelly bean?" he asked, offering her the open bag. He didn't know what else to say in this awkward moment. If all else failed, sweets could fix anything, right?

Though she shot him a glare, there was still a twinkle of revere in her eye. With a swift snatch, she took the whole bag and started shoving random flavours in her gob. "This changes nothing," she said, muffled with something akin to vexation in her voice. Just as she was about to storm out, other people were rushing in.

It was Eve Baird, the woman Sara saw in Flynn's memories. The Librarians in training followed closely behind her.

Sara froze in the face of this intimidating woman. Seeing her made her distressed all over again. She also had an air about her that commanded a room without saying a word or lifting a finger, and she was gorgeous to boot, which didn't help.

"Uh, hello?" Baird pointed to Sara. "Intruder?"

"She's not an intruder," Flynn said.

"She is leaving, though," Sara declared with a look indicating that she could murder her. Eventually, she met everyone else's gazes until she landed on Flynn. Following a groan only somewhat stifled by her clenched jaw, she stomped upstairs.

Unable to move her finger away from her, Baird continued to point at Sara, regarding Flynn with puzzlement. "You wanna tell me who that was?"

"Yeah, she's, uh, kinda cute," Jake chimed in. He looked back at her, sucking in his lower lip and biting it.

"Cute?" Ezekiel was decidedly disgusted, a front to hide that he, too, found her attractive. "More like hot-headed."

"What are you even doing here?" Baird asked Flynn. "I thought you were off doing ... Librarian things."

"Tell you later," Flynn muttered as he ran after Sara. He caught up with her just in time. "Sara!"

She groaned once more in annoyance. "You don't know when to stop, do you?"

"I thought we were past this."

Incredulously, she scoffed. "Evidently not."

"All right, so I'm an idiot," he said, defeated.

"Not the word I'd use."

"I can't choose, that's my problem. I know I have to. I will."

"I know you will. It's not that."

"Then what?"

"Seeing her just reminded me of everything and how– I really don't have a chance. Do I? I mean, you and her–"

"We're nothing!"

"You two aren't nothing," She continued as best as she could do through her ever-increasing sorrow. "I– I know what it's like. To pine for someone — hell, I did for a week. It never goes away. You were happy with her. You've kissed. You're obviously not nothing. I know, you're scared, but going to me isn't the way to handle that, and I don't want to take away what could be."

"It's not like that," he said with a tiny whimper.

Just as she did before, she held two of his fingers in her small hand. It made it even more difficult for her to keep it together, on the verge of sobbing by now. "Whatever you decide, Flynn, I'll still be here for you. I'm not going anywhere. And if anything, I'm the idiot. I– We fell too hard, too fast. We barely know each other."

"Well, you pretty much know everything about me, Miss Medium," Flynn lightly chuckled. "But as for you: I know you hate the rain but love the sound and smell of it when it hits the pavement. I know your love of music is only narrowly matched by your love of video games."

Sara puffed out a small titter through her nostrils. "Flynn, I–"

"And I also know that you would much rather be elsewhere, than at home, with your poor excuse for parents."

She shook her head and squeezed his fingers as