𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘| Quinn (Timecut) [COMPLETED]

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APRIL 17, 2003
THE MUSEUM

The tension in the air was palpable as Summer stood in front of the truck, phone pressed to her ear, her frustration mounting. She glared at the screen for a moment before slamming the phone down into her hand. "Seriously? I've called the office like three times, and there's still no answer. What the hell?" Summer growled, running a hand through her hair. She looked over to Quinn, her brow furrowing with concern.

Quinn had just pulled the truck into the parking spot outside the Marine Museum, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. He didn't respond immediately, his gaze distant, focused on the building ahead of them. Summer knew he was as anxious as she was, maybe even more so. This wasn't just any search-it was a race against time. The Sweetly Slasher had been terrorizing the area for far too long, and every second counted.

"Let's just hope we're not too late," Quinn muttered under his breath as he grabbed the flashlight from the backseat, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the museum's exterior. He stepped out of the truck, glancing back at Summer, who had already begun to gather her gear.

Summer, ever the planner, was already in control of the situation. She quickly checked that everyone had their weapons-Alexis with her bat, Lucy also gripping her bat tightly, Summer herself wielding the trusty crowbar, and Quinn with his ever-present flashlight, ready to shine a light on whatever waited in the dark corners of the museum.

With everything in hand, Summer moved quickly to the front, taking charge of the operation. "Lex and I will take the Bradbury boat. You two, head for the Keenora. The other boat." She paused, making sure they all understood. "There's a back entrance that's never locked. We'll get in, and we'll find out exactly where the Slasher is hiding. Stay sharp."

Quinn was about to step forward when his legs suddenly halted, his body stiffened as if something had rooted him to the ground. Alexis, a few steps ahead, immediately noticed his hesitation and turned back toward him. He looked at her with a heavy, unreadable expression, his jaw tense and his hands slightly trembling.

The moment dragged, until finally, Quinn stepped forward and cupped Alexis' face in his hands. His fingers were warm against her skin, his touch gentle but firm, like he was trying to reassure himself as much as he was her. Alexis could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his worry and love, and it almost made her heart race faster.

Without saying a word, Quinn leaned in and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that lasted just long enough to remind them both of what was at stake. It wasn't just the mission, it was them, their connection, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

When they pulled apart, Quinn rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily as if the kiss had released some of the tension inside him. "Stay safe, okay?" His voice was barely a whisper, the words almost drowned by the quiet night around them.