Fin grinned, moving off his lap.
He sat there for a long moment, then slowly got to his feet, feeling his way along to the room he and Will had once shared, his magic reaching out and feeling for the other fae. He couldn't see, but he knew Will was sleeping, and after a moment he climbed into bed beside him, settling in close against the other Fae's back.
"I've only been once," Fin admitted. "The owner, however, made it clear I'm always welcome.
"There are no penthouses or suites available at this time, but there are two rooms currently available. Grey or Black, both free for the entire night if needed," the man said.
Leaning in, Fin spoke in Jack's ear. "Grey means a bigger room, but less- amenities. Black is smaller, but offers more options. Both will be nice rooms, and there's no obligation to use anything provided."
The girl in front of the changing rooms was young, well dressed and pretty, her golden hair piled up on her head. She was arranging items on a nearby rack, but Fin could see she had her phone in one hand, clearly texting with someone rather than working. She was so invested in the conversation she was tapping out, that it wasn't until he was at her side that she even seemed to notice him.
A short conversation and a carefully passed bill, and suddenly the rooms were marked as closed and she was turning a blind eye as he gestured for Angelique to follow him inside.
It was new, and yet it felt right. There was something about the way their magic reached out and intertwined, the way they could have whole conversations without saying a word. It was comforting. It was home.
They also seemed aware of the same things, like the way the air just smelled wrong tonight. The way the clouds hung too low, and the mirror seemed to be watching them. Wordlessly, they exchanged a look filled with a shared knowledge that tonight wasn't going to be like any other. Something had changed, something was coming.
"We should get out of here," Fin said finally. "We both know something's on the way, so why are we sitting here? Why are we just waiting?"
Pippa was silent for a moment, then wet her lips with a flick of her tongue. "Because we already know what it is. We've felt it before, we just didn't know what it was then," she added softly.
"I don't know what it is now, Pippa," Fin insisted, looking confused.
Pippa tilted her head, watching him with a confused frown. "You didn't feel that? ...It felt like loss. It felt like... It felt like when father died. I think- I think whoever comes through that mirror is only going to have one thing to say. They're going to tell us grandfather has passed," she said softly. "It makes sense. Why he came to us recently, why he reached out. He knew he was running out of time."
Fin was silent for a moment, then exhaled with a shiver. "And what if you're wrong? What if they're coming to kill me again?" he asked.
"Then we fight," Pippa said calmly. "But running isn't the answer, it'll only prolong the problem.
They were both silent for a while after that, Pippa returning to the book she'd been reading while Fin tried not to drift off to sleep on the sofa.
It was midnight when the mirror began to ripple and sing, a fair skinned creature stepping through just as Fin woke and sat up in his seat and Pippa reached for a knife she kept hidden nearby- Not that she had a chance to grab it before the creature froze them both in place.
"I'm not here to quarrel," it said, pushing violet hair back from it's face as it observed the pair. "I come with news, and the need to set things back on their right path. Your grandfather is dead, and you, Kelly Pippa Flynn, as the eldest of your remaining bloodline, now wear his title. Ruler of the trooping fae. Forgotten Queen of the Wilds."
Frozen from the neck down, Pippa frowned and tried to stand. "If that's all you've come to say, why freeze us? We hardly knew our grandfather, and Forgotten Queen hardly sounds like a title worth getting upset over."
The fae glanced at Fin then, a sadness in his eyes. "Because there is still unfinished business. Before he passed, your grandfather managed to broker some peace- But there's a price. There is always a price."
Fin tried to struggle, but he couldn't move at all, even as his heart began to race.
"Things must continue on as they were intended to be. The Forgotten Queen in power, and The Blind Prince at her side. You both fill the roles you were meant to play, and the fighting ends. Together you restore power to the wild fae, create a balance in the lands that has been missing so long few even recall it- And Finlay may return to his Seelie love if he chooses- For a price I don't think is very high."
"Don't," Fin said finally, his voice soft and broken. "Please don't."
Pippa wasn't nearly so meek though, fighting the magic that held her in place. "If you hurt him, I will end you!" she warned, her voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the whole flat.
"So it must be then, I accept my fate for what I must do," the fae said softly, reaching out and covering Fin's eyes with his hand.
The first time he'd gone blind, it had been pure pain, with strange shadows and faint lights. The doctors had been able to help a little, restoring it to a point, but that hadn't lasted long, and soon it had just been... Dark. This time- It was different this time. The world went dark, but only for a moment. In what felt like an instant his magic took over, reaching out to study the room for him, and painting a portrait in his mind. It wasn't perfect, but- It was something. Like living in some strange and twisted little picture book.
A small mercy.
He could hear Pippa swearing and yelling, his magic offering him a taste of the anger on her face as the fae retreated to the mirror. He couldn't focus though. It was all a soft blur or images. More a Monet than a Sargent.
The spell broke, and he felt Pippa reach his side before his mind could catch up and show her there.
"Oh god, Fin?" she said quietly, her hands shaking even though he could tell she was trying to sound calm.
Reaching out, Fin touched her face, his hand going still as the image became clearer. Suddenly she was photo realistic in a sea of spilled paint.
"It's okay," he said quietly. "I'm okay, Pippa. ...I think- I think it's finally over."
"Classy," Fin said, looking up at the mirror, then laughing.
Usually Fin's laugh was warm and rich, but it seemed hollow now. Like a man laughing because he knew laughing was what he should do, not because he felt mirth.
Turning, he started to unbutton his shirt.
He'd picked somewhere a bit posher than Hitch. A private club that he'd been invited to after his tape had leaked.
He'd warned Hex that the dress code here was a bit different. Suits or designer menswear on the main floor, with the darker things hidden down below in private rooms. So Fin was dressed quite well tonight, smart trousers, a silk shirt, and his hair neatly combed. He sat at a table near the back, watching the door for Hex's arrival.
Fin couldn't help but laugh brightly, leaning into Will and resting his head on the other fae's shoulder. Maybe they wouldn't be alone, but home sounded like a very good idea.
Fin was usually a bit defiant, but tonight he played it down a little. Tonight he was a faithful pet, only whimpering a little when Hex pulled his hair.
By the time they reached the club, Fin had found his head space, soft and submissive and very eager to please. Willing to play whatever part Hex wanted, to indulge any game or fantasy.
Nudging the door shut behind them, he began to unbutton his shirt, his gaze raking over Rob as he shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. He wore nothing now but his boots and leather trousers. ...Oh, and the necklace. It was certainly a look, and it was clear the blousey shirt had softened it quite a bit as Fin gracefully dropped to his knees in front of the puck, his fingers reaching to toy with Rob's zipper.
"I'm sorry I was so rotten before, but surely you forgive me now," he purred.
With looming threats on all sides, Fin had taken to carrying a dagger, as Will had asked, and also to walking Winter to and from his dance class when Phouka was busy elsewhere. He knew it was making the pixie a little mad, not being allowed out unescorted, but the pixie had suffered enough in his short life, and Fin would protect him from further harm as best as he could.
“She asked if I would be willing to play a girl's part, but why are parts for only one or the other?” Winter asked, pulling Fin from his thoughts as they cut through the park. It was getting dark, but Fin wasn't worried. They were nearly home after all.
“Hmm? Oh, well, they just are, Winter. Though boys play girls and vice versa sometimes,” Fin assured him.
“I am pretty like girls are,” Winter chirped, and while anyone else would have sounded arrogant saying such a thing, Winter sort of got away with it simply by being so sweet looking.
“You're a bit pointy though,” Fin teased, smiling with the pixie scowled- A look that made him appear extra pointy.
“I can be pointy and pretty,” Winter huffed, though he relaxed a bit when Fin reached over to ruffle his hair.
Fin was about to say something more, but he paused at the odd sound of- Was that thunder? The skies had been clear all day, and- No, no that sound had almost an electric crackle to it. ...It was familiar somehow, and Fin's fingers curled around the dagger in his pocket. Had the park been this empty before? Suddenly it was as if no one was in sight, and- Oh. Oh, that wasn't good.
Thick fog slowly began to roll in, and Fin opened his mouth to speak Will's name, only to find he couldn't.
His next instinct was to protect Winter, and he caught the pixie by his shoulders. “Winter, can you speak... Can you- Can you say his name?” Fin asked, finding that he couldn't even speak part of Will's name- As it the air was charmed to silence such things.
Winter understood, and opened his mouth to try- Then let out a whimper. “I can't, his name wont leave my lips!” the pixie gasped.
“Shh, it's alright, it's okay. I need you to listen to me, Winter. I want you to make yourself small, as tiny as you can, and then fly up to that hollow in that tree. Do you see it? Good. You're to hide in there and not come out until I say so. And if something happens to me, anything at all, you are to stay there until tomorrow, or until you can speak his name. Do not leave until it's safe, Winter. Promise me,” Fin said firmly.
The fair haired pixie looked distraught, but nodded, shrinking himself down and taking off.
“Come out,” Fin said calmly, sounding bolder than he felt as he looked around. “The theatrics really aren't necessary. Show yourself and state your purpose.”
Fin wasn't sure what to expect, but a nearly seven foot tall man with skin paler than Winter's, and hair the colour of a polluted sea, was not it. The fae stepped closer, and Fin held his dagger tighter, his heart beating so fast he feared it would fail him.
“You are Finlay Fin, Fae, bound to the prince, Willy Silver. Is this correct?” it asked.
Fin wet his lips, taking a step back and nodding. “Yes. Yes I am. Who are you?” he asked, voice low and fighting to remain calm.
“That's not important,” the fae replied, drawing his sword. “You will kneel, and I will make this swift and painless.”
Fin looked at the sword, then at the creature. Fin was not a fighter, he just wasn't, and though his powers were starting to manifest here and there, he was absolutely no match for this opponent. He had a dagger, three inches long, iron- This fae, this creature, had a sword that was longer than Fin's arm. If he lunged at the creature, he'd be dead in an instant. It moved slowly, yes, but- Would it be slow if he attacked? Would he even get close before it drove that sword right through him?
Honestly, his odds of survival didn't seem very good, but- Luck had been on his side in the past. All he needed was one good cut. One slice in the right place and he might get away. Fin wasn't an expert, but he could see that the creature's own blade wasn't iron, which seemed worth noting. Instead it was some kind of engraved steel, so sharp that the edge looked like it could slice through anything- Certainly bone. So Fin could only assume he was being asked to kneel because- Well, that would certainly make removing his head a bit easier. Not that the creature needed more of a height advantage.
He was running out of time to think this out, and his mind kept returning to Winter, hiding in the tree. He didn't want the pixie to see this. If he failed, he didn't want to die knowing Winter had to witness it.
“I said, kneel, Finlay Flynn. You do not want to fight me,” the creature said, making it clear that the time to think was up.
“I don't get to speak my piece then?” Fin asked, trying to buy more time. “There's not some fae council I get to plead in front of? All these stupid rituals and wars you have, and you're just going to pop my head off in the park? Seems a bit anticlimactic, don't you think?”
The creature only put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him to his knees.
Head Of Troubled Gay Actor Found In Park, that's what the tabloids would read. That was the thought Fin had as he curled his fingers tighter around the stubby little dagger, and watched the fae move to stand behind him.
If I pull this off, if I live- I really am the luckiest bastard in London.
He'd done a scene like this. Okay, he hadn't fought back in that scene, he'd simply had his head chopped off via CGI, but it had taken some time to block. He recalled how important distance was, how close his executioner had to stand. That man hadn't been this tall, but...
Fuck it. if he was going to die, he should at least die fighting.
Fin saw the shadow of the sword being lifted, thanks to the unflattering and weak glow of the park lights, and before it could be lifted high enough to strike, he turned and buried the dagger in his attacker's ankle, twisting it and then pulling it back out as he rolled away.
The creature fell, and the magic around them shook.
“WILLY SILVER!” Fin shouted, scrambling away still, his gaze flickering up to the tree to see if Winter was still safe. With Will here, they could finish this fight.
There was a half empty wine glass within reach, and soft music filled the flat as he lit another cigarette and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. His head ached, his body even more so, and he closed his eyes for a long moment, as if he could will that pain away by simply shutting it out.
Don't sleep, the voice said, and it had been long enough since Fin had last heard it that it genuinely startled him. ...Except this time, it hadn't been in his head. he was sure of it. It echoed around him, rather than inside, and Fin sat up slowly, wincing as his filigree and fae blood heart began to pound.
"Who's there?" he called softly, forcing himself to his feet and swearing softly when he knocked over his wine. Though the spill of plumb coloured liquid onto fine white carpet wasn't enough of a distraction to stop him from noticing the way the mirror over the mantle filled with thick black smoke. It was unnaturally dark, and it slowly spilled out from the simple silver frame, curling downwards and covering the floor.
The sound that accompanied it was... Haunting. There was no other way to describe it, and the creature that followed it through the mirror was like nothing Fin had seen- Which was saying something, since he'd been privy to quite a bit now. It was tall, perhaps even taller than Will, it's hair silver with skin like an oil slick. Black, and yet anything but. The light turned it blue, then green, shimmering and undefined. It was... Beautiful.
It was terrifying.
"Finlay Alexander Flynn, mortal, bound to Willy Silver," it said, voice low and deep, a rich sound that vibrated through his bones.
Fin said nothing at first, but eventually nodded.
"It wasn't a question," the creature assured him, observing him, then tilting its head. "You don't know me?" it asked.
Fin shook his head slowly, and took another step back. "I feel I'd remember if we'd met," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully.
"Your mind is limited by mixed blood," the creature replied. "I forget, mortal minds do not work like ours, and though you were always more fae than mortal, you still suffer their flaws. I suppose you were so small, your mind wasn't ready to recall things yet- Even things like me."
Fin opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, looking truly baffled. "...I don't think I'm terribly fae at all," he assured it, though even as he spoke, he found himself thinking back to what his sister had told him. "Are you... Do you know my family?" he asked suddenly, wondering if this was what Pippa had meant about their family being different.
It felt like a stab in the dark, but the creature seemed pleased, and nodded. "I do not only know them, I am a part of it."
Again, Fin looked baffled. Sure, weird things seemed to happen all the time around here, but this... This was quite out there.
"....No, no you're- You're the voice from the cave. ...You're the thing that- You did this to me. You threatened Will!" he added, growing annoyed. "You don't just saunter out of a mirror and tell me you're my third cousin after something like that."
The creature cocked its head to the right, then frowned. "I did no such thing. I met you in the cave, through strange magic that allowed me near enough to reach you without causing alarm, but I have made no threats. ...I am also no cousin. I'm your grandfather, Tevaughn, and you should show me some respect."
Fin stared at him, silent, then furious. "Causing no alarm? YOU KILLED ME!" he shouted.
"I had no way of knowing you had been altered already, or what the blood of your lover would do when faced with mine. ...I can fix it though, if you'll allow it," Tevaughn replied calmly.
Fin laughed, sharp and unpleasant, his lip curling and his brow creasing. "Oh, yes, because being fixed always ends well for me. What is it then? Another deal? More magic? ...I have been so many things, altered so many ways- I don't even remember what it was like to be just me anymore."
Tevaughn studied him for a long moment, reaching to touch him, then going still when Fin drew away.
"No deals,' he promised softly, waiting for Fin to calm before saying anything more. "I can't make you mortal again, but I can improve things. ...However, there is much you need to know before you agree. ...You were never meant to stay in this realm so long, Finlay, but your father, my son, he was- Stubborn. He didn't want to return, and you were so fragile."
Tevaughn sat down, and the smoke began to fade. "Your father was supposed to bring you home before you turned eighteen. As a mortal you were fated to die, but as a fae you could be cured. ...You needed to be cured. Surely Willy has told you- That you were chosen. That you were fated to meet?"
Will had, more than once, and every time Fin hard rolled his eyes.
"Together, in time, you will make a very powerful pair- But only if you allow me to undo what has been done to you," Tevaughn continued.
Fin was silent for a long moment, his mind slowly stitching together everything that had happened over the past few years. Every detail, every trouble, every odd occurrence and the unlikely amount of odds he and Will had faced. What had felt like chaos before, suddenly made sense.
"You threatened him though, the other week, I heard you, in my head. You said he was to meet you in battle- Or you'd destroy his heart," Fin said quietly.
Tevaughn frowned, shaking his head. "I assure you, I did not. ...But it does mean that things are progressing faster than I thought. People are going to fear you, Finlay, and they will do anything to stop you before you are healed. ...Please, I beg you Finlay, allow me to make this right."
Fin knew he shouldn't make any more rash decisions. After all, it was rash decisions that had left him as he was. Dead, in pain, suffering. ...A mess of a being, not dead, not alive, struggling with a temper and a sickness that ate at his soul. However, here and now, Tevaughn's words made a certain amount of sense. Something inside of him could feel the truth there, and the darkness in his gut was... It was quivering. It was afraid. It knew it was done for.
Perhaps he'd regret it later, but Fin would always be Fin. It was as though he couldn't help himself.
"Alright then. Fix me."
Papers covered the coffee table, filled with his writings and sketches, and Fin lay sprawled out on the sofa, looking tense and fidgety.
He only sat up when he heard the door open, tilting his head as he peeked over the back of the sofa to see who was coming in.
"Will," he grinned.
Fin was still dressed in the clothes he'd worn to his interview earlier that day, and as a result looked slightly more styled and primped than usual. He was wearing a skinny pair of Saint Laurent motocross style jeans, paired with his favourite Doc Martens, his beat up leather coat, and a loose, bohemian looking, white button down shirt. His beard had been trimmed very short, and his hair had been styled into something less wild, though it was sill quite long.
Knocking lightly on the door, he announced himself cheerfully.
"Hope I'm not too early," he called through the door.
The first day had gone well enough, and they'd knocked out several scenes as well as quite a lot of b-roll. However, that night things had gone quickly south when a bunch of men in military gear had rolled in. The crew had been quietly evacuated, but somehow Fin had been left behind. Perhaps they'd all assumed he'd been the first one out, perhaps they'd all just panicked and forgotten him, either way, he'd had to sneak quietly out the back all alone, heading out into the desert and setting off to one of the abandoned towns why'd been filming in.
It was hot and dry, and Fin, though dead and not truly needing food and water to survive, soon found himself hungry and parched as he tried yet again to get a signal on his phone before his battery died. Though he was getting desperate. Would he have to call for Willy? Would Willy even be able to hear him from this far away?
Keats perked up, sniffing curiously at it and then barking once as Fin hesitantly approached and opened it just a crack- Only to be greeted by a familiar face. ...One he'd been thinking of often lately.
"Kelly?" he said, opening the door wider to reveal that it was, in fact, his older sister. ...A sister he'd not spoken to in several years now.
Kelly had always been slightly taller than him, her hair a tint lighter, eyes a touch darker. She'd always been faster than him, stronger than him, smarter than him- And he'd adored her- Even after she'd used university as a way to get far-far away from them all- Fin had never stopped adoring his older sister. ...Even when he'd known she'd abandoned him.
"I don't really go by Kelly any more," she replied. "...Sorry, that's, that's not how I planned this out in my head. I was going to say something really clever, or make a crack about Shakespeare or... Well, something cool."
Other people might have looked flustered while saying something like that, but Kelly only shrugged, then started laughing. "Jesus your hair is awful, mum would have a fit. ...Are you going to invite me in then, or are you going to tell me to fuck off now?"
Fin said and did nothing for a beat- And then abruptly threw his arms around her.
Kelly went still, just for a moment, just for a beat- The barest crack in her confidence that revealed she really had feared he'd send her away.
"You sap," she said softly, embracing him in return and squeezing him so tightly Fin was sure she'd break a bone. "Jesus, you're frozen through. You need a sweater on you twit," she said quietly.
"It's Pippa now, got it legally changed and everything," she said once they were settled on the sofa, a fresh pot of tea on the table and a mug each.
"You hated your middle name growing up," Fin replied, wrinkling his nose.
"Yeah, but I hated Kelly more, and Pippa's sort of cool now, isn't it?" she shrugged. "Took Nan's maiden name as well. Riley"
Fin frowned, not in disapproval, but in thought. "Would explain why I couldn't find you."
Kelly, or, rather, Pippa's face fell slightly, and she looked down into her mug. "I looked for you as well. Looked all over- But it wasn't until you did that play that you turned up. ...I thought if I reached out to you then you'd think I was just after something."
Fin bit his lip, then swallowed hard. "Are you?" he asked bluntly.
"Yes, and no," Pippa replied. " There's a lot we should talk about, to be honest, but I suppose we should start with- Well, Dad... Um. He passed away last week."
Fin instantly tensed, and Pippa instinctively reached out to calm him. They'd been apart years, but some things never changed- She could read Fin like a book, the mix of pain and anger that rushed through him was painfully obvious to her.
"Cancer," she said. "I found out directly from the hospital, apparently his partner passed away a few years..."
"I'm not going to a funeral," Fin said before she could finish. "I wont go. I wont pretend to forgive him just because he's dead."
Pippa stroked his arm and then his shoulder, shaking her head. "No, I know. I'm not going either. ...But apparently we've inherited his home and..."
"You can have it," Fin snapped.
"Finlay," Pippa sighed. "I don't want it. We need to clear it out and sell it, or donate it, whatever you like. But something has to happen to it, alright? Please don't dump it all on me."
Fin scowled, sipping his tea in silence.
"This is a chance for us to fix what they so royally fucked up," Pippa said firmly, in that way she always did when she was sure she was right about something- Fin had hated that tone of hers when they'd been little, but now? Now he found he'd missed it. "This is a way for us to reconnect."
Fin stared into his mug again, then sighed. "Alright," he agreed quietly.
The night had sailed by after that, with Pippa showing him photos on her phone of her three cats, while she told him all about how well she'd done at school and how she had a rather comfortable job at the home office now- A job she was terribly secretive about, but clearly paid well. Her clothes were all designer, it was something Fin was slowly learning to spot. Her shoes sensible, but attractive, her hair pinned up neatly and her make-up just so. A small part of him had been telling him that good things like this always came with a catch, but Pippa, his Kelly, it was clear that the only thing she wanted was this. Her little brother back.
"I know about your boyfriend," she said as the night started to wind down. It was out of the blue and abrupt, and Fin looked shocked for a moment, then stubborn.
"Yeah, I'm gay," he said, as though daring her to make something of it. ...Except she didn't, she only shook her head.
"I mean I know what he is," she replied. "I might have looked at something I wasn't supposed to look at back at the office."
"Yes, doing that job you wont tell me about," Fin frowned. "How do you know anything about that sort of thing anyway Ke- Pippa?" he asked.
"Maybe you're not the first one in the family to cross paths with other sorts," Pippa replied. "After all, Finlay Alexander, anything you do, I've always done first," she grinned, giving him a wink before checking her watch and sighing. "I ought to head home. Work in the morning."
Fin was still letting that all sink in though, and it took him a moment to realize what she was saying. "What? No. You can't drop a bomb like that and then just bugger off. Bloody hell, you don't change, do you? I think you get off on being a whirlwind, Pippa."
Pippa raised a brow, then whistled. "Well, look who's gotten mouthy in his old age. You know, I remember when you were the quiet one..."
Pippa's smirk faded, and she shrugged one shoulder before sighing and pulling down her shirt collar slightly, revealing two perfect and healed puncture marks.
"Vampire," she said. "Met him when Twilight was a thing and I had shit taste in men. He tried to turn me, but- Something went wrong. It was like he couldn't. Now I'm just... I dunno. Not a vampire, but not a person either. It's complicated. ...But it's another reason I reached out to you. ...It's not just us, Fin. I've combed through our whole family tree, and it skips generations here and there, but- So many members of our family have been effected by things the rest of the world seems to know nothing about. ...It's like we're... Cursed or something. ...Or maybe blessed? I mean, you should be dead. Your heart..."
"I know," Fin said quietly.
"Both of us, bitten, changed, saved... That can't be a coincidence," she said softly.
"And that's interesting," Pippa huffed, giving her younger brother a shove. "You can't tell me you're not interested, Fin. ...I was actually sort of hoping you might know more about it than I do."
Fin shook his head, then shrugged. "I thought it was just me."
Pippa rolled her eyes a bit, getting to her feet. "For someone with such imagination, you've always lacked the ability to think beyond what you know," she tutted. "It's alright though, if I teach you nothing else, little brother, I can teach you how to sleuth."
"Since when do you know anything about sleuthing? You work for the home office. Knowing you, you probably just file papers all day and just want me to think you're-"
Pippa cut him off though, pulling a business card from her pocket.
"But you work for..."
"I did. I quit. On Christmas, actually. I've decided to strike out on my own. I made some very good investments a few years back, I've got more than enough to support myself. This is just to keep my mind active. I hate being bored, you know?"
Fin looked at the card, then looked at Pippa. "You're mental, you know that?"
"Perhaps," she shrugged. "But I'm also very good at getting what I want, and doing as I like," she smiled as she took his phone and tapped in her number. "I'll call you to sort out when we'll get dad's things sorted. ...And when you decide to grow a pair, perhaps you can help me sort through the family tree a bit more, hmm?"
She didn't wait for an answer though, leaning in to kiss Fin's cheek and headed for the door with nothing more than a wave as she swanned right back out the door.