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She's gone. She's not here, we're alone again

Comrades, I really, really, really need a drink. My supplies have been... confiscated for the time being. If anyone owes me an unpaid favor and has anything alcoholic then now would be the time to write off your debt in this way, alternatively, if anyone has anything alcoholic and is interested in a trade then my other supplies remain meticulously stocked.

Please, I really--

I need too--

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[Prefect smiled back, carefully putting down the two bottles before reaching for two empty mugs to be filled.]

Vodka or Scotch?

[He asked, giving her a sidelong glance. She'd been taken as well, by the Borg Queen. He should really know what number she was, but it all got so big, so unified. She could have been any of them. Or all of them. It was hard to tell.]

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[It was on her tongue to say scotch, but in the end she went the other way.] Vodka.

[Parker had been Six, and standing here with Prefect, she felt a bit as if her brain was... Headache, it was easier to think of as a headache. She crossed her arms over her chest, debating the odd sense of Déjà vu that was running through her. Parker was trying incredibly hard not to dwell on it.] So, what are we celebrating?

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[Prefect carefully filled the mugs up with Vodka, before handing one across to Parker carefully.] Celebrating? [Prefect didn't think he needed a reason to drink, although in this case there clearly was one. He lifted his mug to toast.] Freedom from the collective, and the rapture of independent thought. [He didn't sound very celebratory.] Yay for us.

[This said, he drank.]

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[Parker took the mug of vodka and held it carefully as if she was holding a mug of scorching coffee. Normally she didn't need a reason to drink, but she was trying not do it so much. The aversion to overindulgence and being alone while drinking seemed to be connected to the sudden distaste she had found for scotch, even if she couldn't place her finger on why. Parker just looked at him when he said freedom from the collective. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before she downed her vodka, wincing as she drained the glass. Her head hurt, but it was more like an issue of pressure. Maybe she should have told people other then McCoy and Janeway about the two weeks; it had been self-preservation that she hadn't... but now she was questioning the wisdom of it.] Yay for us. [The words were echoed softly, and she blinked again. A number floated on the top of her mind, seemingly from no where.] Two? [She said it questionably..]

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[Prefect shifted back to lean against the desk in his room and nodded. Two. He was two. Looking back up to her, he frowned, staring for a moment as something fitted into place in his memory.] You... You're Six? Or, you were six. [He sighed, before reaching for the Vodka again to top up his mug.] You know, No one likes it. The 'Brother' or 'Sister' thing, it's hard to change it though. I don't want to change it, and when that happened... it was more than being brothers or sisters, more than being friends or in love or... or anything.

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[Inwardly, Parker was twitching. She was trembling and her fingers tightened around the cup that was now drained of vodka. Bits of memories, things that she wasn't fucking meant to remember were coming to the surface. She could feel them, feel like almost like phantom nanobots. Swallowing quickly, all Parker could do was nod.] Yeah. [She...hadn't McCoy warned her that something like this would happen? Why didn't she fucking listen?] It was more than any of that.

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[Prefect leaned forward to pour more vodka into Parker's mug as well. It just seemed like the right thing to do considering the circumstances.] Home. I mean, my real home, before here? It was like that. Almost. Sort of. I mean, we didn't hear each other, and there wasn't the mandatory surgery, but... we were a part of something. Something bigger than ourselves. [He closed his eyes as he talked about it, gesturing with his free hand as though he was trying to draw something tangible out of thin air. To show her exactly what it was he was missing. Sighing, he let his head fall back a little.] What she did to us, it was like going home. Feeling safe again.

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[Parker barely noticed when Prefect poured the vodka into her mug. Her brain felt like it was being torn into little bitty pieces. Eyes were still squeezed shut but she nodded when Prefect spoke about what it was like at home.] Maybe, [the word was spoken through a tightened jaw.] That's what we're supposed to be here on the fucking Barge. A part of something. Maybe that's what all this bullshit redemption is about. [Parker was completely pulling things out of her ass here, and she forced her eyes open to look at him.]