Friday Barnes one shots

Missy and Oliver 10

Friday decided to go after Missy.

She wasn't sure why, she just had the feeling that Missy wouldn't want to see her dad. Not that she would want to see Friday, either.

She found Missy sitting on the edge of the wall that surrounded the roof of the apartment complex.

"Don't sit up there." She said, before she could stop herself. "You might fall."

Missy turned her head slightly but refused to look at her.

Friday walked over cautiously.

"What do you want?" Missy asked, her voice clipped.

"To apologise." Friday said, climbing onto the top of the wall next to her daughter.

Missy turned to look as far in the other direction as possible.

Friday didn't know what to say.

"I was all for the idea of you and my dad getting back together." Missy said after a moment.

Fridays heart raced. "You were?"

Missy nodded, tipping her head up. "Oh yeah, I thought it was a great idea."

Her tone was sarcastic, not because what she said wasn't true, but because she hated herself for even thinking it had been a good thing.

The tears had stopped running down her cheeks but her eyes were red and her eyelashes wet.

"He didn't mean it like that." Friday said, testing the waters.

Missy laughed. "Yea, he did. He always speaks his first thoughts. Then he realises when it's too late."

Friday gave a slight nod. That was true. Ian had never been good at stopping himself from voicing his thoughts.

"If you come inside, I'm sure we can work this out. You're my daughter Missy, I-"

Missy stood up. "I've lasted my whole life without a mother. I do not need one now."

She jumped down from the wall and began making her way across the roof to the door.

Fridays heart felt like it had just had a knife run through it.

It would be so easy just to leave it at that and accept that Missy didn't want her in her life.

But Friday had to try. She owed it to Missy, to herself.

"How did you get the scars?" She blurted out, clinging to the first thing that had popped into her head.

Missy stopped walking and turned around. "What?"

Friday swallowed, there was no going back now. "The scars. How did you get them?"

Missy narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what Friday was doing.

Friday knew that Missy was a smart girl, she did have Fridays genes after all.

The blonde girl tilted her chin up slightly. That seemed to be what she did when she was preparing for something.

"An accident, when I was younger."

Friday crossed her legs. "What happened?"

Missy seemed to war with herself over whether or not to keep talking.

"I don't remember much. Everything is blurry and filled with gaping holes."

Friday nodded. This was working. "What do you remember?"

Missy stared at Friday. "Falling. Sharp pain and sirens. I remember being pulled into the back of an ambulance on a bed and my dad crying."

She stood still, as she recounted the memories.

"I don't know what happened. One moment it was all fun and games, the next it felt like I had been torn from the universe then thrown back into it. The people at the hospital told me I wouldn't be able to remember much from that day, and I don't."

Friday stood up and wandered over to where Missy stood. "Do you know what happened?"

Missy nodded. "Dad told me after it was all over. We were at my dad's friend's house that he was still building. He had taken me because the guy had a son around my age. I had gotten bored, and dad was on a break so we played tag through the house."

Missy put her weight on her other foot and pulled down the sleeves of her jumper.

"I wasn't watching where I was going, and I fell from the half built mezzanine onto the first floor. He didn't tell me anything else."
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Ian sat on the bench next to Oliver.

He wasn't really sure what to say.

Oliver seemed to be a lot calmer than Missy but he still didn't know-

"Did you mean what you said? About it being a bad situation?" Oliver asked, cutting across his thoughts.

Ian shook his head. "It came out wrong."

Oliver nodded.

They were silent for a moment before Oliver took a deep breath and asked quietly, "did you name me? Or did mum?"

Ian laughed, relived that it was such a simple question.

"No, your mum named you. I wasn't trusted enough."

Oliver smirked, "so who named Missy?"

Ian gave Oliver a matching smirk. "I did."

"So you weren't trusted enough to name me but you were enough to name Missy?"

Ian nodded. "Well, when she crawled into a brick wall when you both were 2, we figured she wouldn't mind."

Oliver laughed. "She does that a lot. I have another question. Th is will determine weather I like you or not."

Ian sat up straighter. "Ok."

"Do you or do you not like marshmallows? Cos Mum doesn't and Missy only eats them when I make her so I'm on my own."

Ian smiled. "Only the white ones, none of that pink shit."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "They taste the same!"

"No they don't! The pink ones taste like factory."

Oliver gave an exasperated gasp. "You take that back."

Ian stood up. "Nah, I'm good."

Oliver jumped up crossing his arms and trying to fight off his smile, "Fine then, I don't like you."

Ian put his hand on Oliver's head and ruffled his hair. "To bad."