(OOC: Ok! Time to tie a few things up and get a few things straight so that game-play can recomense! Also, I got Christy's permission to tie things up for Mother temporerally as well, oka?)
Young Father (Parker): *steps off a plane in Italy and looks at watch, it's Friday, 9 am* I guess he was wrong...that crazy lunatic guy who called me up and said that if I didn't capture the heart of Christy Cole and make her go into the basement before Friday afternoon the universe would change...*turns to camera* Does this seem expoditious to you?
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Father: *looks at watch, Friday, 9 am, wonders if Expoditious is a word* I guess I was wrong when I made that crazy lunatic assumption that if I didn't get with Mother before-*stops as a searing pain strikes left leg* SHIP! And...seahorses that hurts like blasing blisters!
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Parker: *shrugs jacket over shoulder and waltzes down the runway towards a small, rural Italian airport* I guess assumptions are more often wrong than right...*turns left*
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Father: *collapses into a chair, massaging leg* How'did...*pulls up pants leg, pausing to be sure that the English people in the audience realise that pants means trousers*...where did this scar come from?
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Parker: *steps towards the airport when a black whirl of smoke appears ahead of him, depositing a slightly furious looking female onto the ground*
Christy (normal age): *gets up and dusts self off* Typical...Why does it always take a woman to fish what they started?
Parker: *jaw drop*
Christy: You'll get enough of that, later. *draws sword* But until then I'll have to deal with your singular stubbernness once and for all.
Parker: I-
Christy: Don't think that you can swanny off to Italy and forget family duties...*pause*...that comes later in your life *snide smile* Remember that. *whips forward with one swift motion and slices through Parker's jeans, slicing a sharp graze along his right theigh*
Parker: *falling sideways* Oh that's just not fair...
Christy: what's not fair is that because your interfiering mother decided to seperate you and me at a vital point of interaction, I have spent the last year trapped in an underworld...
Parker: *trying to draw a gun from backpack* Sorry about that.
Christy: *kicks gun away* You're going to have to learn to start using a sword...but until then *whispers magic words and Parker is transported back to his basement where...*
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Future Father: Something's changed...
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Parker: *...in basement where...he lands badly on his leg as a knock is heard on the front door* Come in...*wince, yells*...unless you are a mugger, theif, or neighbour-who-brings-slightly-poinsened-sugar-to-anyone-posing-a-threat-to-world-domination...
Young Christy: *pushes the door open* *frowns, and follows the sounds to the broken entrance to the basement, where steps lead down to Parker* I came to appologuise...Are you ok!
Parker: I'll be much better when I recover from the shock of you using the word "Appologuise". *wince*
Young Christy: *folds arms* Fine...but I have...well, I had...no right to...just pretend and then leave you and...pretend...*laughs nerviously* Well, I had a right to leave you, but not to...you know...
Parker: *struggles to standing* ...not to?
Young Christy: ...to, er...kiss you...
Parker: *struggles to standing, eyes darkening* You didnt have a right to play that game. But...I'm quite willing to fogive you...only if you do one thing for me...
Young Christy: What...like, what?
Parker: I have to...*wince*...test something that someone said to me...about today...I was told that I needed you to come here...and I--*strides forward, ignoreing pain as he steps up the first step* You need to kiss me again.
Young Christy: *steps backwards, sets jaw*
Parker: *takes another step up*
Young Christy: Ron's...waiting...on the ship...
Parker: Do it. For me.
Young Christy: No, I...
Parker: *steps up, grabs Christy's hand, and kisses her, quickly, suddenly*
Young Christy: *steps down into the kiss, level with Parker, into the basement* *suddenly pulls away* No! I...no...*turns* Good bye Parker.
Parker: *smiles slowly* Good bye, Christy. For now.
Young Christy: *spins away and runs up the steps out of the basement*
SEASON FOUR ENDS! CREDITS ROLL!
Meanwhile...
SEASON FIVE BEGINS! CREDITS ROLL!
Father: *stands up suddenly from the living room sofa as a thud sounds in the basement, then turns as adult Christy runs up the steps, out of the basement, into the living room*
Christy: Hello Parker.
Father: *grins wildly* Hello, Christy. For now.