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44.-Accident voice post.

[There' a little click followed by the sound of satin sheets rustling and then a small, hopeful, sleepy voice.] Tommy?

[A little pause and then there is a large gasp before Parker starts yelling and raging and...sounding tearful?.] NO! No you have got be fucking kidding me. No. Damn it, I fucking got shot for my fucking father wasn't that enough?

I don't want to fucking be here anymore!

Damn it. Damn it. I want...

[Parker had gotten up to pace at this point and then she found the letter from Paddy.] No. Fuck you.

[And then a crunching sound as Parker threw the new communicator thing against the wall.]

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Yeah? Nobody gave me a 12-step chart with directions on how to fix your broken ass, so shut it already and deal with the fact that this is a cooperative thing.

[Her tone was kind of sarcastic and friendly--not what the words she spoke would suggest.]

[Parker didn't say anything for a moment, instead just pressing her hand quickly to her forehead. This just wasn't fucking fair. After Tommy, after everything she still ended up fucking back here.]

Cooperative thing when no one fucking knows what the fuck we're meant to do?

Apparently. Can't be impossible, though--there've been way too many graduations this month for that.

I'm never graduating. I told you that. [Parker spoke between grit teeth, but now she wasn't so sure. What if she could go back and make things right with Tommy? Go back and just leave the Centre. Her father had protected her, he had tried to protect the kids... maybe just maybe... he would help her, help her hide and help her get out...

But then she remembered project Gemini and the Jarod clone and it was like she had been kicked in the stomach. Didn't he have his fucking heir already? Why did he still fucking need her? Parker rubbed at her shoulder, above where she had been shot in the back after throwing herself in front of him to try and protect him.] I don't want this place anymore.

Theeeere ya go. First step is wanting the hell off, as far as I'm concerned. Let's work with that and figure out the rest of this shit as we go.

I need smokes and booze. Apparently my fucking room updated while I was gone. [Her voice was low, growly and underneath it all? Fairly fucking miserable.]

Yeah, yeah. Go clean up and I'll run some errands. I'll drop it all off here, so leave your door unlocked.

[She gives Parker's shoulder a supportive little shake before standing up and stretching.] Got a booze preference?

Scotch. Always scotch. [Parker didn't even blink when there was a little shake, she just nodded to the mention of leaving her door unlocked. She was thinking, her brain was working overdrive. She didn't know if her father had gotten killed, she just remembered stumbling into him, and then strong arms dragging her away as the shots had gone off.]

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