Disclaimer : I do not own any of The Pretender characters. I do however own some original character who will be appearing.
Present…….
Ms. Parker ran into Jarod's house looking for him, a crash came from the kitchen. Making her way toward him something within her warned of impending doom. Enough to make her want to turn around and leave. Pretend that perhaps he had not found out and that she was just being paranoid and presumptuous.
Hesitantly, Parker stood by the kitchen door griped by fear. He had heard her come in. And refused to look at her. She said nothing. She was too quiet. Not even an excuse. That just somehow confirmed his fears, although he refused to acknowledge it. Sitting at the table, Jarod tried to contemplating the situation. Just what did he want,… what could he say to her.
Parker wanted Jarod to yell at her, scream. Anything but this quiet demeanor he had going.
" Tell me she's not mine." he said in a dejected tone that tore at Parker's heart.
" Jarod I.."
" Just tell me, please! Tell me she's not mine." he said
" I'm sorry. I'm so…."
" She's Nathan's. Just say that." he didn't want to believe that Parker would keep something so important
from him. This was huge.
" Jarod. I am so sorry. I wanted to tell you, I did. I just…"
Jarod got up and headed for the door, without a word to her he got into his car and drove off.
Present Past….
" Okay guys. I will see you tomorrow. Maria practice your plie, Donald practice your entrechat , Stacie your rond de jambe…" Parker went around the class telling the students what they needed to work on. The teen ballet dancers groaned.
" Oh, come on. It'll all be worth it soon. The auditions for the production of Sleeping Beauty begin next week.
The grandfather clock in the corner chimed four o'clock as the children said their goodbyes and filed out of the room.
"Ally, stay right here. I'll be back ok."
There was a nod and then Alex went about dancing in the empty room. As Parker made her way to the front desk, something familiar caught her nose. She closed her eyes and took in the cologne. It smelled just like Jarod. A mix of earthy coffe and something else. She could never place it. She looked around but there was no one there.
"Pull yourself together Parker." she said and made her way to the front desk.
Jarod stood perfectly still so not to cause a stir. He stood by the door quietly, if she heard him, she didn't show it. He had come to this school to find Ms. Parker. He had finally tracked her down to a town in Corsica.
"Beautiful" he thought. The movement was graceful, calculated, she looked so young. She must have started at an early age. Jarod heard foot steps coming closer to the dance room. The door suddenly swung open. He quickly scurried behind the door.
" Ally, pick up your things. I want that duffel in the car. Uncle Brice is coming over today so we have to make dinner.
" But mom, I want to stay. Can't Jason bring me home when he's done teaching his class.
Jarod held his mouth to keep in the coming gasp. Parker has a child?
" Ally get in the car."
" No" she said defiantly and sat on the floor.
" Excuse me." Parker raised her eyebrow.
" But Mom…"
" You know what maybe I could just go and trade you in for another 6 year old. I wonder if there's a pound for children." Parker said, picked up her things then headed for the car.
" You better be in that car when I get there." the famous Parker tone crept into that last warning and Ally obeyed.