That's a long nap.

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{patrick maguire}

That's a long nap.

Who: Parker and Paddy Closed thread
Where: The infirmary
What: Parker's waking up.
Warning.: It's Parker and Paddy, let the fucking swearing commence.

Parker had been dreaming the last she remembered. She had been dreaming of good things and not nightmares and had been in her bed with Paddy warm next to her. The sounds of the infirmary came upon her first. The world was filled with voices and beeping and steady murmurs. She twitched and flicked slightly, still not ready to be awake. Below her closed eyelids, the room was filled with a brightness, and she groaned as she flipped over to her side. "Turn the fucking light off." The words were grumbled and her face was tight with anger as she tried to reach out and poke Paddy into doing it.

Little things were coming to her now. The sheets sucked. They were rough and not satin and the blanket was thin and cool and where the hell was the lump of warmth anyway? Parker did not fucking approve of this bullshit.

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She was back! Paddy almost jumped up in surprise, as he'd been slumped in a chair, watching her carefully, but mainly resigned to flicking through his journal. He hadn't expected her to come back so soon, some people were out for weeks, he'd noticed.

He flailed a little, and put a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, Parker. Parker. You're in the infirmary."

When there was the hand on her shoulder, she flew into a sitting position, and she looked over at Paddy sitting there. Blinking, she quickly looked over to him and stared a bit. He was right, she was in the infirmary, and she was wearing her normal pjs instead of a johnny. This...

Clearing her throat she just stared at him for a long moment as if she could tell the answer by looking at him like he was a tree stump. "How the fuck long was I out?"

He mentally counted up the days in his head, "About four days." He shrugged and shoved his communicator in his pocket, "You missed a flood. You alright?"

Mainly, he was worried about her, even if people woke up from these all the time with little effect.

Four days. Four fucking days. She took a deep breath and sighed at that. Really, she knew that the time spent could have been much worse, but it didn't help with the fact that she'd lost four more days on the barge. However, given that she was still in her pjs after everything else, she figured that he'd been the one who had found her.

"That must have been a fucking hell of a thing to wake up too."

He nodded, "Yeah, it's my favourite thing to wake up to, your completely limp arm across my chest." He sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling, making a joke out of it, because otherwise, it was quite disturbing, "I thought you were dead, y'know."

Parker frowned. Had that happened to her, there would have been nothing but slightly hysterical screaming. Given the history that she had with discovering dead bodies of people she cared about? That was the worst kind of nightmare fuel.

She quickly reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, jerking him towards her.

Paddy, actually, had had a good few minutes of complete blind panic and swearing, but his best way of dealing with it was making light of it later on. So he winced when he got jerked towards her, "Yes?"

Parker just kissed him. It was a shitty thing to have to do, and she was gonna shoot whoever had done it to her, and she really hated that Paddy had to have been the one to find her.

Paddy kissed her back with a grin, "I'm glad you're back. Almost as glad as I was when I discovered you weren't dead." He kissed her again, just to make sure she was there, and alive, and back.

"I'm glad to be back. Was the flood anything shitty?" Well, if one good thing came of this, then maybe it was that she hadn't had to deal with something horrible. A beat and Parker sat up a bit. "Parker okay?" She knew that he would have taken care of her inmate if something happened, just like she'd take care of Laura.

"People were being stalked by the Admiral, or something?" He hadn't really been paying attention, because Laura wasn't affected, and he was far more concerned with Parker than anything else. "She seemed okay. I... didn't realise she didn't know about us though. She seemed a bit put out when I mentioned it."

He shrugged, not really thinking that that and the flood might be related.

Well, that was a fucking new one, wasn't it? She definitely never would have expected that. Really, Parker was glad that she hadn't been there, because it was just a little creepy. Parker nodded when Paddy said that she didn't know. Parker wasn't the sort of person who would go around and tell people they were dating, but she had assumed that telling Parker she trusted him would mean kind of the same thing.

"She seemed put out? I'm fucking surprised."

He shrugged, not thinking much of it, really, "I dunno. I figure it's just because nobody had told her or whatever. Not that it's really owt to do with her, but... not much you can do."

He scratched his head a little, "I'm sure she's not that fussed, when it comes down to it."

"Yeah she's fucking difficult to read." Parker quickly flicked off the shitty infirmary blanket and put her feet down on the ground. She was barefoot, it was a weird feeling and then she made a face when she realized that she'd have to walk back to her room in pajamas and no shoes.

He looked down at her feet, "Can you deal without shoes, or do I fucking have to carry you?"

There was an awkward pause, "By the way. I owe you dinner."

Parker rolled her eyes at him when he asked if he had to carry her. "Yeah, I'm a fucking shrinking violet." She didn't even look around the infirmary before she gestured to the door. "I want a fucking shower. And I guess you're brushing up on some Chinese cooking, huh?"

He laughed to himself, "Good, because I might put my book out." He nodded and got up, "I'm tryin'. Well, I was, until you went and passed out and... all that shit."

Meaning that he spent all his time worrying about her inbetween cooking. But he was gonna be quiet about that part.

"Oh yeah?" A mock angry look because yeah, weight, and then she padded out the door of the infirmary, trying to keep her dignity in her pjs and mussed hair and not-showered-ness.

She knew that he'd been worrying, he didn't need to tell her. If the roles were reversed, Parker would have fucking lost it. "How's Laura?" Nice subject change with no segway, Parker.

"I were making a joke at my age, not your weight." He rolled his eyes a little, but was glad for the subject change, "Better. At least the flood didn't get her. That would be a fucking... that'd just have been worse."

"Yeah, look at me dating an old fucking man." She said the words entirely deadpan. "Well, at least that's fucking one thing."

Paddy snickered a little, "This old man is fuckin' smoking, thank you very much, and I won't hear otherwise."

"Yeah, I suppose he fucking is." A teasing grin and Parker slapped her hand against the button for the elevator. "Item please?" There was no doubt that he'd have it in order to make sure Parker was okay.

He dutifully fished in his jacket pocket, and handed her the ring, "One item, shiny and ready to use." He grinned and leant against the wall, "Lifts. They're for winners who don't want to climb the stairs in pajamas."

Parker slipped the ring back on her finger and took a deep breath. She'd worn it in one way or another since she'd been a kid. It jut felt right to have it back.

"Elevators" She corrected "are for people who might have had sex with you in them until you got all assholey about it."

Paddy raised an eyebrow, "Awh, dammit, really? I'd have been nicer, honest."

He still stepped inside the lift when it arrived, "We can rectify that. I've gone four days without, dammit."

Parker smirked at him when he said that he would have been nicer. "Too fucking late now." She joined him in the elevator and smacked the button for her floor with a smirk.

"You're going to need to wait til I fucking shower now."

"Awh, damn. Can't I even join you in your efforts to get clean?" He pulled his best slightly-pleading face and tried to get some sympathy out of her.

"Well, I suppose you could do that as long as it's not gonna kill the old man in you." She smirked at the slightly-pleading face and then reached over and tugged on his chin.

Paddy gave her a fake offended look in return, "Hey, the old man in me can certainly fucking take that. He just can't take the stairs anymore."

"Should I find you a fucking cane, Gramps?" She patted him on the cheek again and grinned. "You're really not doing yourself any fucking in the elevator favors."

The lift door opened and he just rolled his eyes as he stepped out, "Oh, shut your face, you. You're the one screwing me, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Remind me why the fuck I'm doing that again?" Parker smirked at him and then slapped him on the ass as she headed down the corridor to her room.

"Because I still owe you dinner, remember?" He laughed and jumped a little when she slapped him, quickly catching up, and returning the slap with a smirk.

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