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You know, I really fucking hate the way time works here. It fucks up in your head, making it like you've lived twice as long as you have. This time last year I had everything I fucking wanted, and then woke up to an empty shower running and a blood splattered porch and a police investigation. This time last year I was in a fucking hole puking blood because the Master fucking took over a world and crashed the Barge. It's shit like that, the two memories that are the fucking kicker.

I hate April. I hate the time difference. Fuck this, I'm going ashore, Parker you can do whatever the hell your little heart desires.

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Parker. Come find me.

We'll go for a walk. Laura'll be okay.

[It takes a while for him to come up with something, because he'd largely been dodging anything related to him being a kid. To them being kids. But he ends up finally sending her a text.]

When you told me about your mother, I imagined her looking a lot like Grace Kelly. Now I imagine her more like Katherine Hepburn. [Meaning, mostly, that her good memories are what inspired him when he thought of her.]

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. [In a suit.]

You wanna know what she looks like? Just take a good long look at me.

I'll be waiting for you, Parker.

Nothing means a god damn thing.

Good.

Thanks Paddy-cakes.

Are you hitting on me?

[Paddy was waiting for Parker, perched on the edge of a rock, more than worried, and hoping desperately that she made it.]

Who the fuck are you?

[Parker had gotten left off the barge a bit away from him, and she was wearing her shades and carrying her jacket and her shoes. Tomorrow she'd have a great fucking burn but for right now this was what she needed.]

Miss Parker.

[Paddy spotted her coming, and jumped off his rock, then walked towards her, still wearing the trainers he'd bothered to put on for the trip, and wearing a t-shirt instead of his normal button-up shirt.

Instead of calling out to her, he approached her and grabbed her free hand in his,]

C'mon, love.

I'm guessing you're fucking new?

[Parker smirked slightly at the way he was wearing his trainers on the beach. It amused her, really, cause even fucking she knew to be barefoot on the beach.]

Where are we going?

[Paddy was just very bad at the whole beach thing, to be fair. He trudged along, keeping to the beach, and working around the rocks where he'd been sitting earlier,]

Just along the beach. [There were some quieter rocks and a small cave a little further along,] How are... are you alright?

I fucking hate everything right now, but at least I'm not fucking dying. How are things going with Laura? [Parker was used to water, she'd spent her whole live right next to the ocean, really. It brought her back to memories both good and shit.]

Some random asshole was hitting on me.

[He moved his hand from hers to around her waist,]

Things are goin' alright. She's better at this camping thing than me.

[pause]

Who's this random asshole, and do I have to kick him?

Some new asshole.

[Parker leaned into Paddy quickly, resting her head against his shoulder.]

Thanks for talking me into coming out here.

[He kept walking and held her close to him]

Do I have to put him in his place?

[He paused and shook his head,] Don't thank me, I... I just wanted to make sure you...

There's a quiet little rock over here.

Lesson one: I'm a fucking bitch. Deal with it.

Awww. It's fucking sweet how you think I need help putting someone in their place.

[Her voice was teasing, and she reached over and pulled lightly on his beard, before she moved to the quiet little rock that he'd mentioned.]

Paddy-cakes, why the fuck are you wearing sneakers on the beach?

I just thought I'd offer. I didn't think you needed help.

[He climbed up onto the rock he'd found earlier, which was a little closer to the sea, when the tide was in, so left alone,]

Because I fucking suck at the seaside, and I didn't know where I was goin' or anything. Last time I came in my dress shoes, so this is an improvement.

I wasn't that far off, then.

[Next text.]

You're going to keep other people out of what you had to go through, and that's worth something. You're worth something. So please don't forget that.

It means I'm gonna go have a walk on the beach with my boyfriend.

It was fucking cute.

[It was, having a boyfriend defend her fucking honor and all that shit.]

So take your shoes off bare feet and sand.

I know. And he'll get his life back when I'm done here. He fucking deserves it.

You deserve yours back, too.

[He considered it for a minute, and grimaced,] But then I'll get sand all over my feet, and in between my toes and ew.

I'm gonna take mine back.

Thanks.

What are you, a fucking baby?

[Parker laughed and she squeezed the sand between her toes, relishing how cold it was beneath the warmth of her feet.]

Nah, I just don't like getting sand in things. You never get it out.

[He was just a little bit of a neat freak, under it all, and the idea of sand clinging to his feet just made him cringe.]

I forgot about your fucking OCD, Paddy-cakes.

[Parker laughed, cause she hadn't considered that sand would be as offensive to his fine sensibilities as kitchen clutter is.]

I am not OCD. [He frowned a little,] Maybe a little O, but none of the C and definitely none of the D. I just like... clean and tidy things.

It's the fucking beach, Paddy-cakes it's all about sun and fun and getting sand in unmentionable fucking areas.

Can't we have the first two without the last?

Paddy-cakes, you're one of a fucking kind.

[He laughed and shook his head,] Better than bein' just like everyone else. Wouldn't change it for the fucking world.

[Parker laughed at that, and then she quickly moved her fingers through his hair.]

Damn right you wouldn't. What the fuck would I do without you?

I dunno! Find someone else to tease? {he smirked at her a little, as there was no way he was taking that subject seriously right now.]

God damn, Paddy-cakes, you say that like it's so fucking easy.

Oh, come on, you could tease the arse off a donkey.

[Pause]

That is a thing.

Sure it fucking is. What kind of thing is it?

It's... a donkey's arse. [He just laughed and trudged along the beach a little further, pointing up ahead] C'mon, rock.

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