intofireforever | ~017 - [VIDEO]

~017 - [VIDEO] - all grown up

[The video feed turns on to show Laura standing in front of a mirror. This mirror reflects not only Laura, who appears to have aged up considerably, but a very nice bedroom as well. There's a framed photo on the bedside table that she hasn't noticed yet--it's of this older version of her and Miss Parker, smiling and posed together with a little girl. Oh dear. Feel free to point this out, anyone who notices!

Laura touches her face incredulously, and when she speaks, it's in a whisper.]

I got...old.

[After a little while of just staring in absolute shock, she picks up the communicator and starts exploring the house. The next room she stumbled across...is a child's. A little girl's, by the decor. Now she's really confused and more than a little troubled.]

Miss Parker...? Paddy...?! [She picks up a teddy bear, looks at it, and then just...lets it fall to the floor. She's having trouble processing the fact that she has, quite impossibly, become an adult, and a parent to boot.]

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[She nods at Uhura's suggestion.]

Oh damn. We need to play along, don't we?

[Uhura having determined that aready, Laura turns to look up at Miss Parker.] Then you should be at there, too, right? Since you're a teacher and all. I'll hang back and try to figure out what it is I'm supposed to do...unless I should come along with you two? It looks like I'm involved with the school, too, judging by these photos...

[Parker scowled at Uhura for a moment and then took a deep breath.] The first thing we need to be doing is god damn research. We can't just fucking wander in anywhere when we don't have the facts.

I'm a teacher. Kindergarten, I'm in room 14.

I bet you work at the school too.

What's your first name, Uhura?

Nyota. [She took a step back.] I'm seven years old and in the second grade. My teacher is Mrs. Harris.

[She got that much from pawing through her backpack.]

And that research isn't going to help you too much just standing there.

[Laura closes her eyes and holds her hands up.] Please, guys. Can we not fight? This whole thing is stressful enough as it is.

[She stands up straight again (and what is with the pain in her knees when she does? Oh hell, she really is old), and gives the living room a once-over.]

I think I should start digging around. You know, to see what else I can find out about this "me."

[Parker... was torn. She was torn between getting into a shouting match with Uhura and the fact that Uhura was currently seven years and apparently named Nyota and that she reminded Parker rather uncomfortably of Debbie.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at her watch, and found that it was cheap, plastic and apparently had Mickey fucking Mouse on it.

Groaning, she looked to Nyota again. Damn fuck damn. But there wasn't time to worry about it. Keeping her tone as neutral as it got for her, Paker asked quickly.]

Laura can you drive? Did you ever learn how?

[Uhura glanced back to the hallway.] Look, you two...I'm not going outside in this. [A tutu...really. Did the girl sleep in it?]

You two figure that out and I'm going to get ready for school.

Okay. [She nods to Uhura before turning back to Parker.]

Yeah, I can drive. Do you want me to drop you off at the school or something? I have no idea where it is...

[Or anything else, as a matter of fact. If Laura had any idea what a GPA for cars was, she'd be crossing her fingers to find one in whatever vehicle this family used.]

Go get ready for school. Maybe you had morning ballet or something. Stranger shit has happened. [There was a pause and Parker rubbed the back of her head.]

Fuck Language.

[Parker looked to Laura and then sighed inwardly. At least she was dressed for school... Dressed in a dress with some horrible floral pattern and 'sensible' shoes. It was like being in the twilight zone.]

I ask because I think you need to be at the school and I wanted to make sure you can get there.

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