The part of Parker that was still locked in the mindset of hunter and pray was surprised by the way that his hand moved towards her shoulder. Idly, she realized that that bit of her had kept diminishing, even after he'd left the Barge. Instincts changed, and she didn't flinch back away from it; more surprising was the way that she realized that she hadn't want him to stop.
Parker had moments on the Barge (many moments) when she considered saying fuck it to the deal she was trying to make and thought about just poofing. Poofing and going and finding him and doing what they talked about. The worry was that if he didn't remember her? She'd be completely screwed without him or Broots or Sydney.
Some old games never worn down, and one of them was the way that they bantered. Sparring with Jarod had been one of her favorite activities for a long time. "Oh, does this mean that someday I can expect a nine am call to go with my morning coffe?"
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Date: 2011-07-09 01:20 am (UTC)Parker had moments on the Barge (many moments) when she considered saying fuck it to the deal she was trying to make and thought about just poofing. Poofing and going and finding him and doing what they talked about. The worry was that if he didn't remember her? She'd be completely screwed without him or Broots or Sydney.
Some old games never worn down, and one of them was the way that they bantered. Sparring with Jarod had been one of her favorite activities for a long time. "Oh, does this mean that someday I can expect a nine am call to go with my morning coffe?"