Hey, this is Robert. This is my journal, I guess. My apologies, I can't get to the.... journal, right now. So, please leave some kind of message and I'll uh.. get back to you.

... Thanks.

Title: 'light's gone, day's end'
Characters: Robert Capa, Martha Jones.
Notes: It's always the same dream. Falling into the sun. Capa's been in Chicago a while, but he's still dreaming of it.
Word Count: 865.
Prompt: 'Sleep'.

( underthecut )

I had sex in space once.

We were all sure we were going to die, it was pretty much a suicide mission.

I'd fallen in love with my crew-mate.
I didn't mean to, but I had.

Out of all the complexity and madness that was asked of us
It seemed like the clearest and simplest thing to do.

I don't regret it.

I'm still looking, you know.

I don't know where you are, but I wish you'd come back.

I miss you, Parker.

I'm afraid you don't know me, but I'm a friend of Parker's.

I'm aware she's not been seen for some time.
A mutual friend suggested I ask you if you've had any luck in finding her.

If you'd like any help at all in finding her, I can come help. Any time.

I can also ask Martha Jones if she can send out a search party too.

[Locked to Parker]

Parker, where are you?

Are you alright?

[Locked to Bela]

Have you seen Parker?

I'm aware she has bouts of going off and being by herself sometimes.

But I'm worried, this is longer than usual.

The first time I did training in Earth orbit, I threw up in the suit. Twice.

It's not my fault.

I was supposed to die too.

Are you alright?

After since

the last time we talked?

Well, I suppose I should honor my Irish roots today...

I wish you all a very happy Saint Patrick's Day.

And... uh, please drink responsibly.