Librarians Fanfiction

Chapter Five

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"And you say his body wasn't in the square?" Dulaque asked.

"Nowhere to be found. The guardian and those  trainees or whatever he calls them probably took his body away with them."

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It hurt him to do this to them.

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"They have him." Eve said. They ah returned to the annex library, and they hadn't seen Jenkins yet.

"Yep, es gone," Jenkins' voice shouted. They all ran to the librarians workspace, which was where Jenkins was. The workspace was completely empty, except for a single thing. Correction, five things. They all had the names of one of the LITs, Jenkins, or Eve. They all said the same thing:

I am sorry.

On Eve's there was a single rose.

"What could it be from?" She asked them, looking at the note. She recognized the handwriting, but couldn't place where she had seen it.

"Maybe it's from the library?" Cassie asked, and they were all confused. They all went to bed, but the next morning they were awoken to a crash and familiar voice.

"Where's the milk?!? How do you expect me to eat cereal without milk?!" The voice belonged to Flynn. When everyone got down to the kitchen, however, it was just as they had left it the night before. Nothing was out of place, and it seemed as if they had imagined it. Which they had.

"You know, I think that was trying to tell us something." Ezekiel said.

"What?"

"We need more milk,"

"But it was so strange, we all heard his voice!" Then an alarm went off, and the LITs and their guardian shared a look: they had to go on a mission. They went and were being beaten horribly by something from a fairy tale, they couldn't remember which, when they thought they saw Flynn blast one of the villains then disappear. They all knew that that couldn't be possible since the library hadn't reset back to Flynn's preferred setting.

"Well that was fun," Eve said after they got back. They were all wounded somehow, and so they were all tending to their cuts, bruises, breaks, and scrapes.

Knock knock knock.

"Judson, was that the door?"

"It wasn't the front door, so no pizza," he said.

"We should go answer it, I guess. It could be someone wanting help." Eve said. The hope was unspoken, since they all knew what it was: maybe it was Flynn, they hadn't been imagining him at all, maybe this was all just a bad dream. When they opened the door, though, Flynn wasn't there.

"Pizza?" He asked.

"Yes please!" Ezekiel said, taking it from the boy. The boy left after getting his payment.

"It was just a pizza boy, nothing more," Eve told Judson.

"Yes," was his response. The LITs, guardian, and Judson all had dinner before going to bed. The next morning, they all awoke to a knock on the door.

"Let's go answer it, I guess," Eve was very uninterested in anything really since Flynn had died.

"Yeah. Let's hope it's not just pizza again," Cassandra said. Ezekiel looked ready to defend his pizza but then stopped, knowing that the hope was that it was Flynn. If it was, which was very unlikely, then hopefully he brought pizza.

"Look, we need to move on," Stone said.

"He had a chance of not being dead! We could save him with a plan, if he's at the Dulaque's!" Eve shouted. Cassandra knew that she was taking Flynn's death the hardest, especially because the two had been through so much and... well, they had been together until Flynn died.