Disclaimer: Nutcracker: The Motion Picture (1983) belongs to their
rightful owners also the Pretender and its characters belong to Craig and
Steven and Fox, etc.
A/N: I just saw the movie today. I especially love Tchaikovsky's music to this ballet. During one of the performances I realize that the characters kinda fit into what the Pretender cast are. I basically made the adjustments to fit their personalities. I hope everyone will enjoy this story for Christmas.
~Nutcracker Dream~
Alone again this Christmas, Miss Parker knew that another year had flew by and she's getting nowhere with chasing Jarod all over the country. Her tired mind told her to go home early and might as well leave because she couldn't concentrate anymore on the paper work. After a curt goodbye to Broots and Sydney she quickly left the Centre and drove home.
Once inside the threshold of her living room she immediately saw the small box wrapped in red foil with a small bow on her coffee table. Swiftly she picked up the box and ripped through the wrapping.
A music box.
The whole box is painted in exquisite detail of the Nutcracker. On the lid, the scarlet color of the velvet theatre curtains seemed almost real. Miss Parker slowly ran her fingers over the cover. The sides of the music box depicted scenes of the famous ballet. Miss Parker flipped the box to reveal its underside and noticed the small carving of Jarod's signature.
"So it was done entirely by him after all." murmured Miss Parker, "Boy Genius have too much time on his hands.
Her cell phone rang, shaking Miss Parker from her reverie.
"What?!"
"Merry Christmas Miss Parker." Jarod's cheerful voice disturbing her more than usual.
"Jarod get on with it. I have a life too you know. It may not be much, but as long as you are free I am having the time of my life in hell." Miss Parker sneered into the phone.
"Do you like it?" A hopeful and solemn voice replaced Jarod's jovial attitude earlier.
No matter how much Miss Parker would hate Jarod, whenever the little boy inside of the man on the other end of the banter manages to speak out to her sometimes, she couldn't resist being a little soft-hearted.
"Yes. It's very beautiful. But why is this music box from the Nutcracker?" Miss Parker asked tiredly. "It better not be another one of your sick games Jarod, because I've had enough of those."
"You don't remember do you?" Jarod asked with slight dismay.
"Should I know it?" Miss Parker replied full with impatient curiosity.
"You were so lovely. Dressed up in the ballerina outfit, you had the lead role of Carla in the Nutcracker. Still in your costume you told me all about the ballet you were to perform for your school. I knew I couldn't come, but I imagined how everything would look after you left. It wasn't till much later after I escaped from the Centre did I managed to see it live. But it wasn't the same without you." Jarod reminisced as he confessed to Miss Parker of the gift's intention.
"I...." For once Miss Parker was at lost for words. Instead she said something she thought she would never do.
"Thank you Jarod." Her voice filled with emotions.
With those words it was all he needed to hear. He just wish he could be there to see her in person instead of through this piece of machine. Every Christmas Jarod had known that she would be by herself. Her loneliness could be felt through the receiver. He wanted to go to her house to comfort her, but it would compromise their positions. They can never truly be together. Jarod hated the Centre for what had become of their lives.
"Good night Miss Parker."
As she hang up the cell phone, Miss Parker turned to look at her new toy. Slowly she opened the music box. She gave a low gasp as the melodious music flow from the box. The figure of the ballerina inside looked exactly like her. The hair is a soft color of brunette and her outfit is the same as her ballerina costume when she performed at school.
A small smile played on Miss Parker's face as she walked towards her bedroom. After a hot shower she slipped into one of her silk nightgowns and at once fell asleep while the music box continued to play its tinkling music..............
^So whaddya guys think? I know this is a teaser to what has yet to come. I am working on the next chapter asap. But see, I need to know if people like it or not. (hint, hint)......Reviews please.
A/N: I just saw the movie today. I especially love Tchaikovsky's music to this ballet. During one of the performances I realize that the characters kinda fit into what the Pretender cast are. I basically made the adjustments to fit their personalities. I hope everyone will enjoy this story for Christmas.
~Nutcracker Dream~
Alone again this Christmas, Miss Parker knew that another year had flew by and she's getting nowhere with chasing Jarod all over the country. Her tired mind told her to go home early and might as well leave because she couldn't concentrate anymore on the paper work. After a curt goodbye to Broots and Sydney she quickly left the Centre and drove home.
Once inside the threshold of her living room she immediately saw the small box wrapped in red foil with a small bow on her coffee table. Swiftly she picked up the box and ripped through the wrapping.
A music box.
The whole box is painted in exquisite detail of the Nutcracker. On the lid, the scarlet color of the velvet theatre curtains seemed almost real. Miss Parker slowly ran her fingers over the cover. The sides of the music box depicted scenes of the famous ballet. Miss Parker flipped the box to reveal its underside and noticed the small carving of Jarod's signature.
"So it was done entirely by him after all." murmured Miss Parker, "Boy Genius have too much time on his hands.
Her cell phone rang, shaking Miss Parker from her reverie.
"What?!"
"Merry Christmas Miss Parker." Jarod's cheerful voice disturbing her more than usual.
"Jarod get on with it. I have a life too you know. It may not be much, but as long as you are free I am having the time of my life in hell." Miss Parker sneered into the phone.
"Do you like it?" A hopeful and solemn voice replaced Jarod's jovial attitude earlier.
No matter how much Miss Parker would hate Jarod, whenever the little boy inside of the man on the other end of the banter manages to speak out to her sometimes, she couldn't resist being a little soft-hearted.
"Yes. It's very beautiful. But why is this music box from the Nutcracker?" Miss Parker asked tiredly. "It better not be another one of your sick games Jarod, because I've had enough of those."
"You don't remember do you?" Jarod asked with slight dismay.
"Should I know it?" Miss Parker replied full with impatient curiosity.
"You were so lovely. Dressed up in the ballerina outfit, you had the lead role of Carla in the Nutcracker. Still in your costume you told me all about the ballet you were to perform for your school. I knew I couldn't come, but I imagined how everything would look after you left. It wasn't till much later after I escaped from the Centre did I managed to see it live. But it wasn't the same without you." Jarod reminisced as he confessed to Miss Parker of the gift's intention.
"I...." For once Miss Parker was at lost for words. Instead she said something she thought she would never do.
"Thank you Jarod." Her voice filled with emotions.
With those words it was all he needed to hear. He just wish he could be there to see her in person instead of through this piece of machine. Every Christmas Jarod had known that she would be by herself. Her loneliness could be felt through the receiver. He wanted to go to her house to comfort her, but it would compromise their positions. They can never truly be together. Jarod hated the Centre for what had become of their lives.
"Good night Miss Parker."
As she hang up the cell phone, Miss Parker turned to look at her new toy. Slowly she opened the music box. She gave a low gasp as the melodious music flow from the box. The figure of the ballerina inside looked exactly like her. The hair is a soft color of brunette and her outfit is the same as her ballerina costume when she performed at school.
A small smile played on Miss Parker's face as she walked towards her bedroom. After a hot shower she slipped into one of her silk nightgowns and at once fell asleep while the music box continued to play its tinkling music..............
^So whaddya guys think? I know this is a teaser to what has yet to come. I am working on the next chapter asap. But see, I need to know if people like it or not. (hint, hint)......Reviews please.