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[You know who you are! Affected people will be able to see this too, besides Kirk and Drake Snrs who she's had the sense to strike off.]

If you know who I am without having to read your kid's journal like a creep, please sound off before I go crazy.

[...]

And if you are here for Near-Uniformly Terrible Parenting 101, I advise that you not talk to me.

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Thanks. [She stared into the glass for a second, then took a bigger gulp than was strictly wise.] Honestly? There wouldn't be anything much for me to deal with. I hadn't seen them for like five years before I came here anyway. It's not like anything dramatic happened, we just kind of grew apart.

I see. [Parker frowned for a moment, and then she took a sip as well. She was trying not to drink so much because her ulcer was acting up again. Generally this idea lasted twenty minutes or so.] Then I'm glad we don't need to round 'em up for their own protection.

Ehn. I can at least give them both credit for knowing to go hide in a closet when they're surrounded by crazy people. [She sipped her whiskey and changed the subject wrenchingly.] Kirk threatened to take my turtle.

It's more than some parents have sense to do. [Parker admitted quickly, and then she shipped her scotch as well. Right now she was relieved it was going as well as it was.]

Why did he threaten to do that?

[A shrug.] Maybe because I kick his ass every time he disappears. He says he didn't know anything about it this time.

From the way he came back he didn't seem like he did. Kirk's fond of making himself look like an idiot, but not that fond of it.

Yeah, I know. I probably shouldn't have kicked him in the crotch. Punched him in the face, maybe. Can't have him thinking it's cool for him to just jet off for however long with no warning, no matter why he does it.

Stick to punching him in his head, you can't give him any actual brain damage there. [Her tone was light, because she actually did like Kirk, despite the shit she gave him.]

But yeah, I don't blame you for it.

Thanks.

[She regarded her drink for a couple of seconds. Screw it, she couldn't not address the elephant in the room.]

...I know you've probably heard this like a billion times by now, but have you been doing okay since Maguire left?

I'm fine. It sucks, but I've got a fucking job to do and I'm not leaving here til I do it. Tommy's depending on me.

[The name was admitted softly, and then she took a drink.]

Hopefully the fucking Admiral will assign me an inmate sooner rather than later.

Hopefully. [She paused.] But after you've kicked somebody into line and the Admiral's held up his deal, you and Paddy are going to...?

Nope. Paddy's got his life and I've got fucking mine. He goes back to 2010 and all his kids and his fucking insane ex-wife and I go back to 1999 and Jarod and taking down the Centre brick by fucking brick if I need too.

[Parker looked miserable for a moment and then she slammed back her whiskey and poured herself more.]

The joys of fucking being dead here.

[Shego finished off her whisky but didn't immediately refill her glass, just rolling it between her hands. This whole 'multidimensional junction' deal kind of sucked for everyone.]

I'm sorry.

[She was, and it wasn't often she'd actually say it. Parker was one of the few people she actively considered to deserving of happiness and it sucked that that seemed so unreachable for her. She leaned back again, staring at the ceiling.]

This place.

Thanks.

[Parker'd been hearing it from a lot of people lately, but she knew that Shego meant it. She sighed softly again, and then she chuckled when there was the tone of this place.]

Fuck it, really. Fuck the Admiral too.

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