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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, yeah it fucking is. I knew, I fucking knew that I should have left him alone. But there he was, suddenly in my path and all smiles and didn't even blink when I was a bitch to him... [Parker was tearing up now, and she turned away. She thought she was fucking done with the grieving, done with everything but the vengeance. And no, no she was fucking back here.]

He would have lived a better life if he hadn't stopped me at the fucking gas station.

No, not even. Did you pull the trigger? Did you even give the order for him to be killed? It was your fucking family, not you. You didn't look at him at the gas station and decide "hey, I think I'm gonna fall in love with this guy just so he can die." What those fuckers did wasn't up to you.

You don't understand. [Parker paced quickly, her hands going to the back of her hips as she did so, each step as sharp as if she was wearing her normal stilettos and suits rather than a faded shirt and bare feet.]

You have a fucking normal life, your life wasn't fucking mine, I knew, I knew... Do you know what my fucking brother said to me when he picked me up from the station where I faced fucking fourteen hours of questioning for killing Tommy? He said "you shouldn't have involved local authorities, I thought you knew better." I fucking did.

Someone set me up. Someone shot him and they set me up...

[She dropped unexpectedly, slumping along the wall.] I just wanted something that didn't have anything to do with the Centre.

Christ, Parker.

[Denise had watched her pacing, but when she slumped down she'd gone to her inmate and sat next to her. Now, without really thinking it over, she hooked an arm out around Parker's shoulders and held her like that.]

Okay, so maybe you let yourself be stupid about it. So what? Seriously, anyone with your job would be looking for some kind of escape, and if you had to fool yourself into thinking it would work, that's not a crime. From what I hear, love makes people retarded. Still doesn't mean you wanted him killed.

Missing pieces. Missing fucking pieces. That's what Jarod kept telling me. I stop hunting him for one day and he finds me in a fucking bar. I go looking, and I get three more fucking people killed. A junkie the Centre framed, the good cop who didn't think it added up and the person they paid to call the cops.

Love makes you fucking retarded. I like it. [Parker just leaned backwards slightly into the hood.] Why the fuck did I come here? Why the fuck did I come back here? I was there for a fucking year and then I came back.

I'm guessing you're back here 'cause you got shot.

[Leave it to Denise to bring an existential conversation to a practical, crashing halt.]

What you wanna do now that you're here again is the big thing.

I died to fucking save someone else, what the fuck else do I need to do to be fucking redeemed? You're the one who's supposed to fucking have the answers here.

[Parker really really wanted a smoke now, a smoke or a scotch and her fingers were twitching and she just really didn't want to believe that she was fucking back here.]

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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