Written by M.A.G. ~ E-mail: Gypsyroo@aol.com /MissParker000@aol.com
Disclaimer: The Pretender is not mine; it belongs to MTM, evil NBC which had the cajones to cancel it, TNT, etc. Jarod belongs to Miss Parker and vice versa in my mind.
Spoilers: None
Note: This is unconnected with the Body Heat series. Although an occurrence from my story Panacea was alluded to, these 2 stories really don't share any other connection.
Rating: PG-13 for subject matter. Surprisingly enough, there is NO smut. I was all out. Time to take a trip to the smut store. Maybe later I will add the smut in.
Note-I planned to finish this along time ago, but I'm still not sure which direction I want the story to take. So, I'll post what I have so far in little chapters. I was thinking of coming up with/writing two separate endings where the reader chooses how it ends.
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-:Watch :-
Miss Parker's Residence
February 14,2001
Miss Parker smiled, staring at the box left on her doorstep. She slowly opened the lid, and peeled back wrapping, revealing what was inside. Black roses. "Lovely, Jarod."she murmured as she inserted her key into the lock.
She entered the foyer and set the box and folders she took home on the table. She retrieved an expensive crystal vase from the hutch and filled it with water. Miss Parker carefully placed the roses inside, treating them as if they were the Holy Grail and carried the vase upstairs.
Miss Parker went into her bedroom and paused for a second before finally setting the flower arrangement in the middle of the dresser. That'll do, she thought. She went into her bathroom and turned on the bath tub's faucets. A bath was just what she needed.
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An hour later, Miss Parker wrapped towel around her body, allowing her wet hair to loosely brush her shoulders. She entered her bedroom and grabbed her lighter and cigarette case off the dresser. She removed a cigarette and lit it. Placing it between her lips, she stared at herself for a moment in the mirror and looked down to where the crystal vase and sable roses were displayed. She removed the cancer stick from her mouth for a brief moment and exhaled a ring of smoke. She gently stroked their satin petals and thought about Jarod.
Her cell phone chimed its incessant song and she finally picked it up. "What?!" she growled.
"Well, Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Miss Parker. I guess you didn't like the present I left for you on your doorstep."
"Ha ha. Very original wonder boy. Black, very funny."
"Black? The bear I got you was red and pink, Parker."Jarod replied.
"Bear? What bear?"
"It should be on your doorstep." he said matter of factly.
"There was only one box on my doorstep and it wasn't a bear. Maybe the delivery man made a mistake in this age of acute incompetence."
"I delivered it personally."
"Why must you play games?" she said, her vexation evident in her voice.
"I'm serious."
"There's no other box here. If you didn't send me black roses, then who did?"
"Black roses?" he repeated, surprised. "Is there a card?" he asked, as if she was stupid and hadn't thought of that already.
"Nooo!"
"Ooh, Miss Parker has a secret admirer."
"Shut up!" she snarled. She paused for a moment and lowered her voice. "It's more like someone's idea of a joke."
"A sick joke. What kind of person sends black roses to a woman on Valentines Day, or any day in general? Although, black does suit you. You should be careful, Parker. I must be going."
"Hot date?" she asked, even though she rather not know.
"You could say that." Jarod said, gathering his lab coat. He was due at the children's burn unit soon. "Happy Valentine's Day." With that, he hung up.
If it wasn't Jarod, who was it? Maybe it was Broots, he *did* have a unique taste in colors. Maybe it extended itself to more than fashion. Although Parker knew Broots had a thing for her, he would never send her black roses. Even Broots had more taste than that, or at least she hoped so. Broots didn't have enough courage to say anything to her anyway, let alone do it through the gesture of sending her flowers.
Parker glared at the flowers as if they were a bad omen. They now gave her an unsettling feeling and she wanted them out of her sight. She carried them into the guest bedroom down the hall and left them there.
You're being so silly, Parker. You're overreacting. They're just flowers. They don't mean anything, she told herself. Where was Jarod's present?
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Miss Parker's Residence
February 15, 2001
Miss Parker cursed. The maid had forgotten to take out a bag of trash. Miss Parker dragged the heavy, reeking bag out to the curb. She lifted the lid to one garbage can, its smell assaulting her nostrils and making her nauseous. It was full. She replaced the lid a tried the other. She lifted the bag and was about the drop it in the can when a splash of color resting upon a sealed bag caught her eye. Red and pink. Red and pink fur. Shredded red and pink fur and cotton stuffing. She dropped the bag onto the cement. Jarod had said he had gotten her a red and pink bear. She lifted the mangled remains of the stuffed animal and examined them. Someone had ripped and cut it deliberately. Who would do such a thing?
The neighborhood kids? They frequently came into her yard and wreaked havoc. They did anything possible to taunt her. She remembered one incident years ago in witch several small boys had left a rock with the word 'witch' painted on it and a chorus of soprano voices' sang "The Wicked Witch is Dead." This past Halloween, children had bombed her house with eggs, shaving cream, pieces of Styrofoam and toilet paper to the point that everything was so white it looked like it had snowed after.
No. It was someone, something more sinister. Stop it, Parker. It was the kids. They saw a package sitting on your porch and couldn't resist opening it and wrecking it. They felt guilty after and threw it away.
But she doubted that the children would spend the time, money and energy to get her black roses as a joke. The kids were cunning and calculated, but the roses were too neat and not creative enough for them to get the credit.
Parker shuddered and walked back to the house. Once inside, Miss Parker securely locked the door behind her.
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Disclaimer: The Pretender is not mine; it belongs to MTM, evil NBC which had the cajones to cancel it, TNT, etc. Jarod belongs to Miss Parker and vice versa in my mind.
Spoilers: None
Note: This is unconnected with the Body Heat series. Although an occurrence from my story Panacea was alluded to, these 2 stories really don't share any other connection.
Rating: PG-13 for subject matter. Surprisingly enough, there is NO smut. I was all out. Time to take a trip to the smut store. Maybe later I will add the smut in.
Note-I planned to finish this along time ago, but I'm still not sure which direction I want the story to take. So, I'll post what I have so far in little chapters. I was thinking of coming up with/writing two separate endings where the reader chooses how it ends.
********
-:Watch :-
Miss Parker's Residence
February 14,2001
Miss Parker smiled, staring at the box left on her doorstep. She slowly opened the lid, and peeled back wrapping, revealing what was inside. Black roses. "Lovely, Jarod."she murmured as she inserted her key into the lock.
She entered the foyer and set the box and folders she took home on the table. She retrieved an expensive crystal vase from the hutch and filled it with water. Miss Parker carefully placed the roses inside, treating them as if they were the Holy Grail and carried the vase upstairs.
Miss Parker went into her bedroom and paused for a second before finally setting the flower arrangement in the middle of the dresser. That'll do, she thought. She went into her bathroom and turned on the bath tub's faucets. A bath was just what she needed.
********
An hour later, Miss Parker wrapped towel around her body, allowing her wet hair to loosely brush her shoulders. She entered her bedroom and grabbed her lighter and cigarette case off the dresser. She removed a cigarette and lit it. Placing it between her lips, she stared at herself for a moment in the mirror and looked down to where the crystal vase and sable roses were displayed. She removed the cancer stick from her mouth for a brief moment and exhaled a ring of smoke. She gently stroked their satin petals and thought about Jarod.
Her cell phone chimed its incessant song and she finally picked it up. "What?!" she growled.
"Well, Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Miss Parker. I guess you didn't like the present I left for you on your doorstep."
"Ha ha. Very original wonder boy. Black, very funny."
"Black? The bear I got you was red and pink, Parker."Jarod replied.
"Bear? What bear?"
"It should be on your doorstep." he said matter of factly.
"There was only one box on my doorstep and it wasn't a bear. Maybe the delivery man made a mistake in this age of acute incompetence."
"I delivered it personally."
"Why must you play games?" she said, her vexation evident in her voice.
"I'm serious."
"There's no other box here. If you didn't send me black roses, then who did?"
"Black roses?" he repeated, surprised. "Is there a card?" he asked, as if she was stupid and hadn't thought of that already.
"Nooo!"
"Ooh, Miss Parker has a secret admirer."
"Shut up!" she snarled. She paused for a moment and lowered her voice. "It's more like someone's idea of a joke."
"A sick joke. What kind of person sends black roses to a woman on Valentines Day, or any day in general? Although, black does suit you. You should be careful, Parker. I must be going."
"Hot date?" she asked, even though she rather not know.
"You could say that." Jarod said, gathering his lab coat. He was due at the children's burn unit soon. "Happy Valentine's Day." With that, he hung up.
If it wasn't Jarod, who was it? Maybe it was Broots, he *did* have a unique taste in colors. Maybe it extended itself to more than fashion. Although Parker knew Broots had a thing for her, he would never send her black roses. Even Broots had more taste than that, or at least she hoped so. Broots didn't have enough courage to say anything to her anyway, let alone do it through the gesture of sending her flowers.
Parker glared at the flowers as if they were a bad omen. They now gave her an unsettling feeling and she wanted them out of her sight. She carried them into the guest bedroom down the hall and left them there.
You're being so silly, Parker. You're overreacting. They're just flowers. They don't mean anything, she told herself. Where was Jarod's present?
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Miss Parker's Residence
February 15, 2001
Miss Parker cursed. The maid had forgotten to take out a bag of trash. Miss Parker dragged the heavy, reeking bag out to the curb. She lifted the lid to one garbage can, its smell assaulting her nostrils and making her nauseous. It was full. She replaced the lid a tried the other. She lifted the bag and was about the drop it in the can when a splash of color resting upon a sealed bag caught her eye. Red and pink. Red and pink fur. Shredded red and pink fur and cotton stuffing. She dropped the bag onto the cement. Jarod had said he had gotten her a red and pink bear. She lifted the mangled remains of the stuffed animal and examined them. Someone had ripped and cut it deliberately. Who would do such a thing?
The neighborhood kids? They frequently came into her yard and wreaked havoc. They did anything possible to taunt her. She remembered one incident years ago in witch several small boys had left a rock with the word 'witch' painted on it and a chorus of soprano voices' sang "The Wicked Witch is Dead." This past Halloween, children had bombed her house with eggs, shaving cream, pieces of Styrofoam and toilet paper to the point that everything was so white it looked like it had snowed after.
No. It was someone, something more sinister. Stop it, Parker. It was the kids. They saw a package sitting on your porch and couldn't resist opening it and wrecking it. They felt guilty after and threw it away.
But she doubted that the children would spend the time, money and energy to get her black roses as a joke. The kids were cunning and calculated, but the roses were too neat and not creative enough for them to get the credit.
Parker shuddered and walked back to the house. Once inside, Miss Parker securely locked the door behind her.
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