somethingwithturquoise | [Unknown Planet]; Dimension FH-001; Friday Afternoon [11/06].

There were a lot of things Summer appreciated the hell out of about her current relationship, and the fact that she could just shoot Barry a text that said Hey you wanna go check out some rando planet with me? and have it met with a resounding Fuck yeah! in response was definitely up there at the top of the list.

Because she was feeling a little bored, they hadn't really made time for an actual date in a little while, and the itch to do a little planet hopping was under her skin with how quiet the last week had been. Besides, as she explained, she knew there had to be something good on this planet, because she'd noticed it popping up on the portal gun logs when she was mining data from Rick's dimension and planetary databases. Which meant there had to be something pretty good there if Rick was spending so much time there. Did she know what made it so worth his while? Nope! Maybe there were some sort of mega energy crystals that Barry could use for some new inventions. Maybe there were some dope ass aliens there that really knew how to party. Maybe it was blackjack and hookers! Maybe it was overrun by violent monsters and it was the best place to really get your fighting rocks off or maybe it was home to the best french fries in the entire multiverse. Summer had no idea, and that was the point! It was high time they went and found out what the fuss was about on this particular planet.

Summer had geared up and loaded up the ship, ready for pretty much anything, but she was not ready for the glorious sight that hit them once they landed on the soft sandy beach of a large lake, surrounded by a golden field, lush plants, and gracefully looming mountains and steppes and flowing rivers, tranquil lakes.

"Holy shit," she said eloquently. "This place totally beats the pants off of Venzenulon 9..."

The scenery couldn't just be it, but, man...it was a pretty good start!

[[ for that one guy! ]]

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Barry didn't need any pushing. Clearly trying to interact with that man wasn't going to get them anywhere. Saying anything was just going to make the situation work.

Instead he took Summer's hand and walked with her, heading back to the spaceship.

He said nothing as they walked.

He had a feeling Summer was going to need to vent.

No, not vent. Just...seethe, her eyes and her footsteps determined and hard on the path ahead of them back to the ship. At one point, she stopped, just briefly, as if struck with a thought, her hand going to the blaster at her hip, but she shook her head. Dropped her hand.

"No," said mostly to herself, before forging ahead again. "Not worth the plasma."

But it was only a few steps after that, in the quiet of the planet, where onyl the light cry of some mournful, far-off bird could be heard, there was another sound, a faint, distant splash, followed by an irritated, "Son of a bitch."

Summer stopped again, closed her eyes, and just sort of enjoyed that moment with a newfound smile on her face, which she then passed over to Barry when she opened her eyes again.

"Thanks for that."

Barry just smirked. “It’s the little things, right?” He said and gave her a gentle tug to get moving again. “Let’s get out of here in case he wants to come after us.”

And after a few steps he added. “And don’t listen to a fucking thing he said. He’s an insecure asshole who has to take others down a notch to feel remotely better. Don’t buy into his bullshit.”

"Yeah," said Summer, with a heavy sigh, because none of this was new, nothing Barry was telling her wasn't something she didn't already know. That she hadn't learned through misguided experience. She slipped a keyfob out of her pocket, pressed the little button to unlock the ship with a little beep-boop. "I know."

Besides, at least half of that bullshit, if not more, was directed more at Barry than her, anyway...

Barry frowned and watched as the door to the ship opened. "Hey. Give me a minute here."

He stopped and swallowed trying to figure out what to say. "Look. I'm not a fucking white knight. You're not some barbie flying around in a plastic space ship. Whatever we have going on? It's not some fucking bullshit attempt to reject your mom, dad or whoever. Whatever your fucking grandfather just said was complete bullshit. Because I don't buy into that shit. And I know that because..."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"Because I love you. And if that's too soon for you, I get it. I just... do. You don't have to say it back or feel guilty but it's something I just felt I needed to say. Because I wouldn't be in this if any of what he said was remotely true."

Well, that was something new. Something she didn't already know.

"Oh." Summer blinked, wondering if this was what it felt like when Barry himself got that blue-screened look over his face, because she was pretty sure there were parts of her brain that had entirely ceased to function properly.

And then her chest was doing that tight, funny thing it had been doing earlier.

"I--"

You what, Summer?

"Iloveyoutoo." Yup, one word. She reached for his hands, but, nope, hands weren't good enough, she was tossing her arms around his shoulders with a small little squeal, and a kiss. "Ohmygod. But can we, like, pause that and rewind a little and get the hell off this planet first because, not gonna lie, that what thing?" She cocked her head toward the forest and the cliff beyond. "Kind of a mood killer."

"Oh. Fuck," Barry groaned. "Right."

He moved to enter the spaceship with a chagrined look on his face. "I always have the worst fucking timing with this."

And then he sighed.

"And I know this is absolutely fucking horrible but I really want some fucking tacos. I am a horrible fucking person."

"You really, really aren't," said Summer, with conviction. Just as much for her as it was for him, especially as the little dread in the back of her mind couldn't help begin to second-guess everything about that awkward timing.

"You're fucking great, Barry." Too great, really... "And tacos actually do sound amazing right now."

There was, however, a slight hesitation.

"But definitely not Zebrulon. We really weren't kidding about the diahhrea, and I think we've dealt with enough flaming assholes for one day."

“Who the fuck wants-“

He shook his head. “Nope. Not even going to dignify that with a response. He’s got fucking issues.”

Going into the portalocity app he pulled up some dimensional coordinates. “If you want tacos? I got the place for it in my world. It’s a taco truck in Baja. You want to go?”

"That sounds nice," Summer said, giving Barry a faint smile, but it gave way into a sigh, a roll of her eyes"and normal. And it'll be good to get to a dimension where it's at least statistically improbable any of my family members will just show up."

There was faint scoff, another sigh, and once that was purged out of her system, another glance toward Barry, this one apologetic.

"Sorry about all..." She gestured vaguely, "...that."

Barry smiled. A very warm smile as he reached out to take her hand. “You have nothing to apologize for. He’s an asshole. That’s not your fault and out of your control.”

He gave her hand a squeeze. “And it certainly doesn’t change my feelings about you.”

"You'd be a pretty big asshole yourself if it did," Summer pointed out, her grin going just a little bit smug because she pretty much called it that he'd hit her with a nothing to apologize for line for all that.

"Well. I never said I wasn't an asshole," Barry joked. "I'm just an asshole who happens to need a fuck ton of tacos."

Barry and Summer then spent the next half hour navigating Portalocity portals and bantering until they got to a nice spot in Baja.

With excellent tacos.

A beautiful sunset.

And absolutely no diarrhea.

[Unknown Planet]; Dimension FH-001; Friday Afternoon [11/06].

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