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God fucking damn it. Why do I feel like I haven't moved in weeks? What the fuck? Why the hell do I need to have to deal with a fucking flood in addition to all of you lovely people?

What the fucking hell?

[Edited after learning of her two week absence.]

Alright, what the fuck have I missed while I've been gone. Where the hell is Paddy?

[Parker's back because I fail at making sure I have the source material for her canon update and because Hulu switched over to season 1 rather then four without announcing they were gonna be do doing it. Derp. She'll be going off again sometime next week. Also, clearly affected as hell.]

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My heart beat, but I wasn't alive anymore.

[Parker touched her chest for a moment.]

It wasn't like I was me anymore. I wasn't anything but six of many. It was the scariest thing of my life.

[Judas frowned and drew his feet up onto the couch with him.]

Scarier than that House?

Scarier than the House, the zombie port, being on the Master world and hell last Halloween put together.

[Parker took a long swig of her drink before she wound herself up to say something horrible to the borg queen, but it didn't come out right so she tossed her journal away from her.]

God damn this flood.

[Judas pales further and just takes a long, long sip of his drink. That just pushes against that desire in his mind to talk to the Borg Queen.]

It's making everything worse.

[As he drew the glass away from his mouth, he realized that he would likely reveal something if he continued to drink, but he desperately needed some kind of release of all his stress.]

It's what a flood does. We can't even speak our fucking minds at the moment.

[Parker drained her glass and then filled it up once more, trying incredibly hard not to think about the Borg queen and that time.]

So fill me in, have I missed anything interesting?

[Judas swallowed nervously as he clasped his glass in his hands.]

Little. The comings and goings are the usual.

[He couldn't continue to have this conversation while sober and so took a rather dainty sip of his drink.]

And the lovely borq queen came back. Jesus.

Anyone else interesting?

[Judas shifts where he's sitting before finally being a man about it and taking a large gulp of his drink. Might as well.]

The Master tried to kill me again.

[His bruises had mostly faded by now, but a patch of green and yellow around his eye socket remained.]

That son of a bitch. I didn't even realize that he was fucking back.

[Parker took a long drink of her scotch and rubbed her forehead.]

What happened?

[Judas finally finished off his glass and held it out with a hopeful look.]

I was in the Infirmary, working, and he was there because he was sick with something. He baited me and called me over before he got out of bed and tried to circle me. When Martha came out of her office, he grabbed me and tried to snap my neck. He coughed and that's when I got free. I hit my head on a bed in my escape.

[Parker added some more scotch to his glass and then studied him.]

You need to not let him bait you, Judas. What did Martha do?

[Judas took a quick sip of his drink and pressed his mouth into a line for a moment.]

He told me I was the greatest sinner in history... and then... he mocked my suicide. Called me an amateur.

[He needed another sip and he rubbed the side of his face lightly.]

She tried to talk him down.

The Master is [And then there was the flood before Parker could actually mention the words she felt for the son of a bitch.]

The Master's fucking smart. He's... just don't let him get under your skin.

[Parker didn't mention anything about Martha, because at this point she wouldn't be able to say what she wanted to anyway.]

[Judas at first raised an eyebrow before he realized it was the flood acting on her. He hated when these sorts of things happened. Carefully he leaned on an elbow as he scrubbed a hand through his hair and blew out a breath.]

He knows just how to.

It's what he's good at. He knows just what buttons to press and he shoves them like a fat kid at a buffet.

[That was non-specific meanness, so she figured it was allowed to squeak out. Quickly she poured them both another drink.]

You're letting him get his jollies off on you.

[Judas was more than grateful for another drink and he blew out another breath, feeling the effects of the alcohol.]

I can't do anything about it. I tried cuffing him to a bed and Sexby got angry.

[He ran a finger across the rim of the glass.]

You can not fucking let him get to you.

[A pause.]

How fucked up is Sexby right now?

I'm trying.

[He definitely needed another sip.]

I haven't seen him in a few days after he took off. I don't know how he is.

I don't blame him. If I'd been here when that bitch showed up, I'd have fucking left too.

You know, if I could.

[She took a long sip of her scotch then snubbed the ashed cigarette out. Right, that whole quitting thing.]

[Judas nodded quietly before he looked over at her cigarette. He hadn't had one in two months and while he hadn't felt that itch when she lit it, the need rose in him as he watched her put it out. To try and subdue that, he took another long drink of the scotch. He didn't particularly like the brand but it helped. It more than helped.]

Are you planning on leaving after you graduate?

Nope. Still sticking around for my fucking deal.

[She paused and finished her scotch, and then poured a third one.]

After I graduate my inmate and know Tommy's safe somewhere, Jarod and I are going to go back and take down the Centre. Together.

[Judas was still only about three-quarters of the way through his own scotch as he shifted his weight again.]

I wish you luck.

It's not going to be a for a fucking while, Judas. Don't make it sound like fucking goodbye.

[She studied him for a moment.]

You don't like Jarod do you?

[Judas raised an eyebrow at her as he polished off the last bit of his drink.]

I don't think I've met him.

[And didn't particularly like or dislike the man. But he felt Paddy was better for her than Jarod.]

[Parker shrugged.]

I thought you had.

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