Title: The Wonderful World of Disney
Author: CMB
Email: icesk8rchiq@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: MPJR
Timeline: Post IOTH Disclaimer: Sadly, as much as I wish I were the proud owner of The Pretender and all its characters (even Mr. Lyle), I'm not and that's that.
Summary: "When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking." - Albert Einstein Hmm.what could he be doing here?
And now.the story begins.
"Fairy tales were not my escape from reality as a child; rather, they were my reality -- for mine was a world in which good and evil were not abstract concepts, and like fairy-tale heroines, no magic would save me unless I had the wit and heart and courage to use it widely."
She stared into the fire almost as if it were a lifeline, the yellow-orange flames binding her to this reality. Her world, an unsolvable puzzle with a trail of missing pieces and an uncertain string of fate, was starting to crumble and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mind wandered, falling on thoughts of events long past. She contemplated Jarod, and The Island, and turning points, hoping that someday.that someday things could be different. The ringing of the phone jolted her out of her thoughts and she briefly contemplated leaving it unanswered. Then, thoughts of a very sinister, unfeeling Mr. Lyle creeping around her house looking for her sunk in and she reached for the receiver.
"What," she sighed as she glanced at the clock; Almost midnight, too early yet for wonder boy.
"Miss Parker, your presence is requested at the Centre immediately." She didn't recognize the voice, but there was an unmistakable urgency that only came when something happened with Jarod. Still, it was almost midnight and she wasn't in the mood for mind games. "Is this really necessary? Its late, I'm tired, and while I don't wanna burst anyone's bubble, especially not Mr. Raines, my life doesn't revolve around the Centre or Jarod." Her voice didn't quite exude as much bite as usual, but it would have to do.
Silence was the response on the other end of the line. She disconnected the call and picked up her cell as she headed for her bedroom. If she had to be there, so did Syd and Broots.
Author: CMB
Email: icesk8rchiq@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: MPJR
Timeline: Post IOTH Disclaimer: Sadly, as much as I wish I were the proud owner of The Pretender and all its characters (even Mr. Lyle), I'm not and that's that.
Summary: "When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking." - Albert Einstein Hmm.what could he be doing here?
And now.the story begins.
"Fairy tales were not my escape from reality as a child; rather, they were my reality -- for mine was a world in which good and evil were not abstract concepts, and like fairy-tale heroines, no magic would save me unless I had the wit and heart and courage to use it widely."
She stared into the fire almost as if it were a lifeline, the yellow-orange flames binding her to this reality. Her world, an unsolvable puzzle with a trail of missing pieces and an uncertain string of fate, was starting to crumble and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mind wandered, falling on thoughts of events long past. She contemplated Jarod, and The Island, and turning points, hoping that someday.that someday things could be different. The ringing of the phone jolted her out of her thoughts and she briefly contemplated leaving it unanswered. Then, thoughts of a very sinister, unfeeling Mr. Lyle creeping around her house looking for her sunk in and she reached for the receiver.
"What," she sighed as she glanced at the clock; Almost midnight, too early yet for wonder boy.
"Miss Parker, your presence is requested at the Centre immediately." She didn't recognize the voice, but there was an unmistakable urgency that only came when something happened with Jarod. Still, it was almost midnight and she wasn't in the mood for mind games. "Is this really necessary? Its late, I'm tired, and while I don't wanna burst anyone's bubble, especially not Mr. Raines, my life doesn't revolve around the Centre or Jarod." Her voice didn't quite exude as much bite as usual, but it would have to do.
Silence was the response on the other end of the line. She disconnected the call and picked up her cell as she headed for her bedroom. If she had to be there, so did Syd and Broots.