#patrick smith

Day Twenty Seven: Fantasy

Ship/Setting: Pressler, Modern AU

TWs: N/A

Ao3 Link: Fantasy

harkness. patrick and marty have a baby. can you reach to them for comment

Marty looks at the ask for a few seconds before going red.

PS: chuckles Oh, awesome. Is this a co-parenting situation? Or are we like, gay lovers in this universe?

MW: P-Patrick?

PS: What?

MW: What do you mean what?

PS: confused I don't know what you want from me, Marty.

RH: Have you two discussed names?

MW: What? No?

PS: Hmm..

Patrick has to think for a very long moment.

PS: Richard.

RH: visibly emotional After me?

MW: Ew, wait, no. We're not naming our kid Richard. Sorry Harkness...

RH: Oh.

PS: So you finally admit it's our kid.

MW: Huh? No, I-

PS: -Y'know, I think we'd make good parents. Papa Patrick and Mama Marty.

MW: I-I gotta get to class.

Day Four: Cup

Ship/Setting: Peartrick, Soulmate AU (Lost & Found)

TWs: Mentions of Porn

Ao3 Link: Cup

Walker Hall Event Log #2 Event: Ghost hunting Hosts: Richard Harkness and Abraham Location: The haunted Kingdom Hospital. Lewistown, Maine.

After Abraham's incredible suggestion to take up ghost hunting. I've gathered a group of people, and their pairings go as follows:

McVries and Garraty Tressler and Patrick

Group 2: (photo will be attached in pt 2) Olson and Stebbins Abraham and Harkness (Abraham's initials changed to AH since I only just realised they were the same as Art's)

…

Now, I'd like to say I planned this event pretty well. But one thing I overlooked was the car ride. We only had one driver, who was Pete, and one car. And of course since Ray was the favorite, he got the front seat, leaving the rest of us to squeeze in the back like clowns. Or, for those less fortunate, the trunk.

Now, I won't go into detail on the backseat arrangements, but after inhaling their fumes for an hour, let's just say I feel like I know these guys intimately now.

Half an hour into the drive…

RH: Alright, so I've split us up into two groups-

PM: from the driver's seat You've already mentioned this, man.

RH: I just want to make sure everyone understands! This could be dangerous, so structure is important.

RG: He made a chart.

RH: It's a diagram. … Whatever. Group one is McVries, Garraty, Tressler, and Patrick. And then, group two is Olson, Stebbins, Abraham, and I.

HO: Oh, fuck that. Can't I swap with Tressler or something? I'm not gonna be in the same group as-

RH: -I've also set up a buddy system for extra safety! Olson, you're with Stebbins.

BS: grins at Olson Sounds good. Go team.

HO: I swear to fuck I'm gonna grab the steering wheel and drive this sweaty shitbox off the road.

PM: -Oh, you are not. It took me a long time to save up for this car!

AH: I'll fucking snap your neck if you do that.

RH: I-If you don't cooperate, you're not getting a ride home.

HO: … Oh, you're gonna be like that, huh? reluctant sigh Fine, I'll be on a team with Stebbins.

BS: I appreciate the enthusiasm, Olson.

HO: On one condition. We get to rename our team.

RH: No.

HO: You didn't even hear it!

RH: I don't need to!

HO: Stebbins, what's mighty penis in Latin?

BS: I don't know mighty, but erectile dysfunction is impotentia coeundi.

HO: That is the fucking opposite of what I asked for.

PS: laughs That's funny. Harkness, can I be in that group?

RH: No.

ET: I think it's a strong name. Speaks to a larger unrepresented audience.

RH: It's not!

ET: … Are you against representation, Harkness?

RG: shakes head Thought you were better than that, man.

RH: Fine, whatever.

…

PS: So like, what are we actually gonna do when we get there?

RH: Good question! We'll be documenting any paranormal activity-

BS: You mean walking around in the dark looking for nothing.

HO: I can't believe I agreed to this. We shouldn't fuck with ghosts.

BS: Speak for yourself.

HO: Oh yeah? You gonna seduce a ghost, big guy?

BS: If it's receptive.

HO: groans Jesus fucking Christ.

BS: Jesus wouldn't fuck Christ.

…

RH: Okay, we should probably establish some ground rules before we get there. No wandering off alone and always stick with your-

HO: -What if something grabs me?

BS: Then we'll finally get some quiet.

HO: I hope you die.

AH: Both of you, shut the fuck up.

BS: A hunt dog who smells rats becomes overexcited, and their life hangs in the balance. They're at the mercy of those around them.

AH: bristles The fuck are you talking about?

PM: Easy, guys.

RG: Harkness, why the fuck did you think it would be a good idea to put Abraham, Stebbins, and Olson in one group?

RH: Garraty, this is incredible content! There's high demand for interpersonal conflict.

RG: Right… Forgot who you were.

…

Arrival

As soon as the hospital came into view, everyone went quiet. It was tall and dark with shattered windows, peeling paint, and some sections had even collapsed. At this point, some of the participants suggest we leave immediately. Those suggestions were ignored.

Each group was equipped with gear graciously provided by Abraham: - 1 blank book - 1 EMF reader - 1 video camera - 1 UV light - 1 spirit box - 3 flashlights

…

Group 1 (Third Floor, Patient Wards) McVries, Garraty, Tressler, and Patrick.

RG: What's the point of this again?

PM: Finding ghosts.

Patrick flips through the blank book

RG: Do you actually believe in all of this?

PM: … Yeah. I don't think I can leave things unresolved.

PS: Wishful thinking.

RG: muttering How is that wishful?

PM: I don't know. I just… I'd rather believe there's something than nothing.

ET: …I wonder how the other group is doing.

Group 2 (First Floor, Surgical Wing) Olson, Stebbins, Abraham, and Harkness.

AH: I'll fucking kill you!

HO: Are you feeling froggy? LEAP.

AH: Well, Okay- Here I come-

Group 1 (Third Floor, Patient Wards)

PM: …I'm sure they're doing fine.

RG: Stop lying, I'd be surprised if they were all alive come morning.

Dust falls faintly from the ceiling

PS: Did the other group go upstairs or downstairs?

PM: … Down.

Tressler quietly walks past them, further into the hallway, and leads the way.

PS: Uhh- What the fuck?!

McVries and Garraty look back at Patrick, who's holding the camera.

RG: What?

PS: Whoa, Tressler… Uhm- Stay there.

ET: stops mid-step Okay.

PS: staring at the camera There's… something around you.

PM: The fuck you mean something? moves behind Patrick to get a better look at the camera Oh shit.

PS: It's like.. floating?

RG: Okay, nope. Pete- Get the spirit box.

…

The guys have set up in a hallway, all sitting in a circle around the spirit box as they listen intently to the static. Everyone seems pretty tense.. Apart from Tressler.

The spirit box crackles, and a very clear "Edward" is heard. All heads turn to Tressler.

ET: Hm. Well there are a lot of people named Edward.

RG: Pretty common name.

The spirit box crackles again. "Edward… Tressler…"

There is a chorus of "ouhhh…" among the boys.

RG: Oh, okay.

ET: A little less common.

Silence

PS: Are you popular with the oldies at the hospital?

ET: Never been to a hospital before.

PM: What? Like- Never? You've never been in a hospital?

ET: No.

RG: Okay, love the enthusiasm, wrong time for this discussion. There is a fucking ghost circling Tressler.

PS: It… hasn't attacked, yet?

PM: Brows turn up, concerned Yet?

RG: runs a hand over his face Oh, fuck this, actually.

Suddenly, the temperature drops, and Ray pauses.

RG: …Was it this cold before?

ET: Yeah, I think so. I've been really cold.

PM: No, I can literally see everyone's breath. Wasn't like that earlier.

PS: shivers It must still be here.

RG: Well, what does it want?

The spirit box crackles again.

"Stay."

RG: alarmed Stay!?

PM: Stay where!?

ET: Here. Where else?

PS: Why the fuck would we stay here?!

Group 2 (First Floor, Surgical Wing)

The EMF reader in Abraham's hand spikes, then settles, then spikes again.

AH: There's a high reading above us. looks up at the ceiling We need to go up.

BS: You're being dramatic again. yawns Like a rat terrier.

AH: Stop fucking comparing me to dogs!

BS: Then stop acting like one.

Olson snickers under his breath

AH: whips around to them You think this is funny?

HO: A little, yeah.

AH: One more word out of your fucking mouth and you're done, you hear me? There is something seriously wrong with all of you.

BS: mocking Loud and clear.

RH: All of us? What the fuck did I do?!

AH: Then stop filming them taunting me.

RH: ... I don't want to.

AH: disbelief Of course you don't.

RH: I'm documenting the experience.

AH: You're documenting people being assholes.

RH: I'm just exercising free will!

AH: No, you're just a selfish, whiny douchebag.

Olson and Stebbins share a look

HO: Big talk from the rat terrier…

AH: Shut the fuck-

Group 1 (Third Floor, Patient Wards)

PM: Abraham was telling us about the Estes Method. It'd probably work since something is clearly latching onto Tressler. looks over at Tressler and grins …If you're cool with it.

ET: I'm cool with it.

RG: You don't even know what it is.

ET: shrugs

…

Tressler's now blindfolded.

RG: We'll be asking the ghost questions, and you'll have these on. holds up a pair of headphones that are connected to the spirit box

ET: What on?

PM: snickers at Ray and pulls Tressler's blindfold down Idiot.

RG: ignores Pete They're noise-cancelling, so you can't hear us. Just say whatever words you hear. Got it?

ET: Yeah.

…

Tressler sits cross-legged, blindfolded, headphones on. The others are standing around him.

RG: Tressler, can you hear us?

Tressler doesn't respond. He just scratches his nose.

PM: Good, it's working.

PS: Are you a girl ghost or a boy ghost?

no response

RG: Maybe try a more.. productive question?

PM: Who are you?

ET: Look, the boys. Over there.

PS: alarmed There are boys? Where?

RG: We're probably the boys.

PM: Yeah. Maybe there's more than one ghost. to the empty hallway This is a safe space. We just wanna talk.

PS: Are there any hot ghost girls?

ET: It sounds like a choir singing?

RG: Tressler… Specifics!

PM: He can't hear us.

The three stand in silence for a while, waiting for Tressler to say something

ET: Abe.

Pete and Ray exchange looks

RG: Abe... Like Abraham?

ET: Yes. He needs to find God.

PS: shudders

PM: Why? He is he okay?

ET: Mimicking a sports broadcaster That's gotta hurt!

PM: confused What hurts?

ET: Uh, there's like a radio song or something. sings Falling, falling, for youu..

RG: So falling is gonna hurt. Is Abraham the one falling?

PS: Like physically falling?

PM: nudges Ray Or maybe falling in looveee..

RG: Doubt it. I'd feel bad for whatever sorry soul had to date Abraham.

ET: Go.

PS: Now it wants us to go?

RG: Go where? Like, leave? Leave the building?

ET: He's low. The lowest.

RG: Like… The basement?

PM: grins Or hell.

ET: Mimicking a sports broadcaster He's in a lot of trouble now.

PM: grabs his phone from his pocket and calls Abraham

RG: skeptical You think the other group is in trouble? The ghost- or whatever it is… You know it's just random radio snippets he's spitting out.

PM: I don't know, but he's not picking up. I'll try again later. wiggles eyebrows and nudges Ray Maybe we could use this as an opportunity to explore the basement.

RG: I think I'd rather die.

PM: takes Tressler's headphones off

ET: blinks Huh?

PM: Cmon, apparently Abraham needs us.

Group 2 (First Floor, Surgical Wing)

RH: Guys, please, we're in a haunted building.

AH: GOOD! I hope it takes one of you.

Abraham storms off, stomping away onto a weakened section of the floor, boards creaking loudly under his boots.

BS: casually Careful, hunt dog.

AH: Face flushes red Don't tell me what to-

CRACK

The floor gives out underneath him.

RH: OH MY GOD.

HO: HOLY SHIT- HOLY SHIT!

Dust erupts as Abraham disappears through the floor.

CRASH

RH: ABRAHAM!?

AH: groans from below, furious and in pain FUCK!

HO: coughing, waving the dust out of his face You good down there?

AH: DOES IT SOUND LIKE I'M FUCKING GOOD!?

RH: Oh my god, oh my god- Oh my god. My buddy just fell through the floor. H-How are we supposed to stick together?

BS: rolls eyes Stop talking.

Stebbins tests the floorboards with his foot before crouching at the edge of the broken floor, peering down.

BS: Abraham, don't move.

AH: I WASN'T PLANNING ON IT!

BS: Your pain coming from anywhere specific?

AH: EVERYWHERE.

BS: That's not helpful.

RH: What the fuck do we do!?

BS: Make yourself useful and point the flashlight down at him.

Harkness cranes his head over the hole, his headlamp casting light into the room below. Abraham is sprawled on the floor; it's hard to assess his injuries.

BS: tilts head Well at least he's not impaled… squints ..He kind of looks like the Family Guy fall pose.

HO: This is so fucked- He kinda does…

BS: looks at Olson You wanted excitement.

HO: Not this kind!

BS: smiles You're doing great, honey.

HO: FUCK YOU! I fucking HATE you!

BS: We need to get down there so I can have a better look at him.

RH: B-But I can't separate from my buddy! What about the rules I set?

HO: … Dude. Fuck your buddy system.

BS: calls down to Abraham Abraham, don't move. We're coming down to get you.

AH: Get a fucking move on! groans Fuck, I think there's something wrong with my leg.

HO: Oh, Jesus Christ. We're gonna have two people in a boot now.

BS: Lock in.

HO: scowls We can always make it a third.

BS: I'd like to be a third.

RH: Ew, can you not? Let's move.