44.-Accident voice post.

[yourunichase]

[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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Spam.

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

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?

Spam.

[yourunichase]

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.]