Rating: PG
Author: Emma
Feedback: RVoyager@juno.com
Summary: Missing thoughts from "Gigalo Jarod"
Disclaimer: I don't own Jarod and Miss Parker. The crazy folks at NBC Entertainment do.
Of Things That Can Never Be
She stepped into her house, only somewhat surprised to see a red package sitting on the coffee table. After all, it was a holiday, it wasn't that unusual for Jarod to give her something.
*Like the rabbit for Christmas,* she mused.
She sat down and removed her coat staring at the package still unsure of its nature. For that matter, she was unsure what Jarod wanted the nature of their relationship to be. The fact that he could picture her almost naked well enough to draw it was certainly...interesting, to say the least.
Her thoughts were suddenly inturruped by the phone ringing intrusivly.
She picked it up and snapped, "What?"
"They say 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
Jarod.
"Do you believe that's true?"
"If you're lonely call a 900 number." She didn't add that she wouldn't mind being the operator...
"Did you read my book?"
"I skimmed through it. You paint a pretty sad picture." *Not to mention a rather erotic one that leaves me wondering--*
"I just write the way I see it."
*But the question is, do you draw the way you wish it?*
"How did we end up like this?"
"Like what?"
"Alone searching. It's ironic because we both want the same things: someone to care about...someone to care about us."
*No,* she scolded herself. *Bad thoughts. Stop picturing him naked and concentrate on what he's saying.*
"Do you think we'll ever find that kind of love in our lives?"
"What the hell do you want from me Jarod?" *Because I sure as hell know what I want from you.*
She heard him sigh deeply on the other line, almost as if--shit! He was giving up. Jarod wait--
"Just open the box."
She then heard the line go dead. She stared at the reciever in her hand then pressed it against her cheek briefly.
*Sentimentality makes you weak,* she decided. And hung it up.
She lifted the lid gently and folded back the layers of soft tissue paper. Her investigation revealed a single candy heart, inscribed with the words "Be My Valentine."
It was her turn to sigh now. *Didn't he realize that some things, no matter how much either one of us wants them, can't happen?*
Phone calls and sweet gifts like this would surely be her downfall.
She quickly shoved the candy in her mouth before she could change her mind.
Before she went and used every method at her disposal to find Jarod and jump him the minute she did.
Before she decided to keep it forever as a reminder of things that can never be.
Finis