Summary: They're curled up between the washer and the dryer, the door barricaded with laundry hampers
Warning/Spoiler: Post-"The Touchstone of Ra"
Rating: K+/PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Patricia, Alfie
Author's Note: Originally posted 5/11 on tumblr for the prompt "Patralfie. Maybe realizing their friendship soulmates?" by makefunofourexes
They're curled up between the washer and the dryer, the door barricaded with laundry hampers. It's warm between the working machines, and it doesn't help that Patricia is squeezed right beside him, but it's okay.
"Do you believe in soul mates?" asks Alfie. He wants to hesitate, to be nervous, because this is Patricia - but he isn't. Because this is Patricia: she raises an eyebrow, snorts, and rolls her eyes.
"No," she says. Her boots slide towards her as her arm tightens around her dark washed skinny jeans.
"I mean like friendship soul mates. Like we were meant to be friends forever," he says, an elbow into her knees. Patricia rolls her eyes again but says nothing and Alfie grins. "See? You know I'm right."
Patricia shrugs. "Maybe," she says, leaning backwards, her wavy hair cascading around her. "Who would have thought it would be the two of us to stick together?"
"Exactly," says Alfie. "The two people no one would believe."
"Together forever," she says, smiling softly and Alfie loves that Patricia gets him. No matter the leather jackets and hidden heart; no matter the annoyance and irritation at his jokes; no matter their differences, Patricia still sits beside him in the laundry room and humors him.
"Patricia Williamson, look at you," says Alfie. "Being all sappy." Patricia pushes against him into the washer; his head slams against the metal side and Alfie winces. "Ugh, that hurt."
"Good," says Patricia. But her smile is small and her elbow rubs against his leg and Alfie rolls his eyes.