Disclaimer: I do not own the Pretender or anything related to it, you know who it belongs to and I thank them for the wonderful story line and characters.
On Bated Breath….
He stood in a room, in front of a full length mirror. He wore a formal black suite with a long tie, smiling he chucked. He could pitcher her face if he were standing there in a bow tie. Clearing his throat he fidgeted in place. He was getting nervous.
A quick knock sounded at the door before it was opened. In walked his father and his care giver. They both smiled at him as they motioned for him to exit the room. It was time for him to take his place.
The next thing he knew he was standing in front of an audience of people, all set lined in pews. The organ began to play the wedding march and his eyes settled on the door at the end of the isle.
Soon she appeared, her dark brown hair pulled back into a half ponytail, some was left down and curled to frame her face. Her feathers were hidden behind a white Vaile but he knew she smiled. Her long white dress flowed over her body. It was tight at the top, strapless. The bottom was puffy and swayed gently to and fro as she walked. A good five foot train behind her. Making it to him she stopped and handed her bouquet to, oddly enough, Zoe who stood behind her.
The preacher began to speak as they gazed to each other. He went over the normal marriage ritual and instructed them to exchange rings. Before he finally announced the end of his job and he told them to kiss with a smile.
Leaning forward he lifted her veil to revile her smiling face. Without a second thought he kissed her. When he did pull away he still smiled, "I now pronounced you man and wife." called the Preacher.
With that her smile turned missives as she took a step back from him. Gripping the bottom of her dress she ripped it away, revealing a black leather mini skirt. Moving to the top she peeled off the white, revealing a black leather bodice.
He just couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before he could do anything about it she took hold of his tie and pointed her silver gun into his chest. With a victories smile she brought her face with in inches of his. "Look at you! Shocked!" she hissed to him. He just stared at her in disbelief. When he didn't respond she let out an evil sounding laugh. "Now you underestimate me?!" Licking her lips she looked him up and down. "Your mine now." she whispered. "I can do what I will with you." Locking her eyes on his her smile dropped. Her lips forming a straight line she didn't even flinch as she pulled her trigger.
Jarod jerked awake. His breathes quick and labored. His body was covered in sweat. He blinked a couple of times before he sighed. "Just a dream." he whispered to himself as he rolled to his sighed. "And what a dream!"