fandomtownies | The Boardwalk; Saturday Afternoon

It seemed like a good day for Travis to make sure he could still skateboard. Before he'd died, his time on a skateboard had been absolutely nil. After, with Hatton's encouragement, he'd given it a try and found that he could actually skateboard and skateboard well. Hatton had called it muscle memory, something Jeremy Pratt's body remembered and Travis was willing to go with that even if it was creepy.

He'd woken up this morning wanting to get out of his room and out of the building and soak up some fresh air so he'd grabbed the battered board he'd picked up before leaving Kansas City and had taken it out. Most places in town were full of steps and he wasn't about to break his neck trying to be tricky around those. Not a chance.

Eventually, his feet took him to the boardwalk which provided a nice, flat surface, a great view, and good weather. Travis closed his eyes and smelled the salty sea air, let the breeze move through his hair before he opened his eyes and jumped on the board.

His body immediately remembered what was going on, what it was doing and soon enough he was skating slickly down the boardwalk, standing tall and assured. Travis didn't remember having this kind of balance before but hey, amazing what a new body could do for you, right?

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