The Challenge as presented at the Fan Fiction Challenge at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ffchallange/
Hello all! This is my response to Mickey's picture challenge (the one
where Jarod's outside Miss Parker's house). Please let me know
what you think (it was written a while ago but I've been lax in posting it
to the list, sorry). Feel free to archive if you like, just let me know
where & keep my name, email & the disclaimer attached.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Pretender or its characters and I'm not
doing this to gain any money, I promise. This is purely for fun and no
infringement is intended. So please don't sue me.
*************************************
Life's Little Surprises
by Melanie-Anne
Please send feedback to PrincessMel@fanfix.zzn.com.
Summary: Jarod waits and wonders about Miss Parker
=============================================
For the thousandth time I'm wondering what I'm doing here. Part of
me wants her to look out of the window and see me, wants her to
know I'm here, but the other part is petrified that if she does see me
she'll call in a sweeper team. What I should do is leave. I should get in
my car and drive away and never look back. Should leave everything
behind me and start a new life. And do my best to forget everything.
But I can't.
So I sit and wait and watch.
She's still the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. In all my time on
the outside I've seen plenty of beautiful things and met a lot of women
who could possibly make me happy. Nia. Zoe. But they fall short in
every way when I compare them to her.
Maybe it's because I know her so well that I know her beauty isn't only
skin deep. Many people think that it is. They see her Ice Princess act
and think that she really is a cold, heartless bitch. But I know. I know
that she's still the little girl who was my best friend in a place where
love and friendship were frowned on. She's the girl who gave me my
first kiss, and shared the secret of her first name with me. The girl who
lost her mother and came to me for the comfort that her father should
have given her.
The woman who still seeks her father's approval and affection, even
to the point where everything else in her life comes second.
My friend.
My huntress.
My love.
I wonder if she knows. I wonder if it would even make a difference.
She's at the window, speaking to someone on the phone. She's not
wearing her usual clothing. I like her when she dresses casually like
this. I laugh sadly, if only a change of clothes could solve all our
problems.
She's laughing - she's even more beautiful when she smiles, I can
hardly believe that's possible but it is - and I feel a slight pang of
jealousy. Is it another man on the phone? No, no, it's not. She's still
hurting over Thomas' death.
He was my friend too and yes, I was jealous but I wanted her to be
happy. And he did make her happy. I wonder if I really would have
been able to let her go. At the time I thought I could, but then...why
am I sitting out here?
I love her.
It shouldn't be possible. Sydney once said to me that Pretenders are
incapable of falling in love. Yet he lied to me about so many other
things. I know how I feel. How I've always felt.
Love.
Something only she showed me at the Centre. She gave me no
conditions, asked for nothing in return except that I be her friend.
I find myself wishing, not for the first time, that our lives had been
different. In a perfect world we would probably be married by now and
have a family of our own. What I wouldn't give for that.
I wonder if she knows I'm here. I'm in plain view and making no
attempt to hide myself. She hasn't looked in this direction though, and
there are no sweepers here yet.
I want nothing more than to barge into her house, tell her I love her
and convince her to come away with me. I have a house waiting and
new identities in place. But I know I'm just dreaming. It's the blessing
(or is it a curse?) of having a strong imagination.
If I do go in there she's most likely to handcuff me and drag me back
to the hellhole we grew up in. I know, I SIM'd it.
Another curse.
Sometimes I wish I was ordinary, that I didn't have this gene that
made me special. But then I think of all the people I've helped since I
escaped and I know I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's almost time for me to go. I wish I didn't have to. If I could, I would
spend every day just looking at her. I know I would never tire of it.
"What?"
She answers the way she usually does but her tone lacks the usual
venom.
"Hello, Miss Parker."
"It's a little early for you to call, Jarod. I'm not even in bed yet."
Is she teasing me? Lately it's become so much harder to tell. I haven't
shared this thought with Sydney yet. I don't think I'm going to. I need
to work this one out myself.
"I can see."
"What?! Where are you?"
She rushes to the window and looks out. I wave, grinning like an idiot,
I'm sure. I don't know why I'm still here. Any minute now, I'll get in my
car and drive away. Any minute now.
She waves at me, smiling back. I'm still here. Why?
"So, do you want to come in for coffee?"
Well, that was certainly a surprise. I'm lost for words. Surely this is a
trap.
"Uh, umm...." I sputter, inwardly cursing myself for acting like a fool.
"Look, I promise I won't shoot you or anything. I've been thinking
about...well, everything and there's something I want to talk about."
She's so full of surprises today and I hear her laugh as I get up. I don't
remember when last I heard her laugh. I love it, it's a warm, throaty
laugh, and so very inviting.
I'm smiling by the time she opens the door for me, suddenly
remembering that there was more than one possible outcome for my
SIM.
Life, after all, is full of surprises.
***
The End
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ffchallange/
Hello all! This is my response to Mickey's picture challenge (the one
where Jarod's outside Miss Parker's house). Please let me know
what you think (it was written a while ago but I've been lax in posting it
to the list, sorry). Feel free to archive if you like, just let me know
where & keep my name, email & the disclaimer attached.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Pretender or its characters and I'm not
doing this to gain any money, I promise. This is purely for fun and no
infringement is intended. So please don't sue me.
*************************************
Life's Little Surprises
by Melanie-Anne
Please send feedback to PrincessMel@fanfix.zzn.com.
Summary: Jarod waits and wonders about Miss Parker
=============================================
For the thousandth time I'm wondering what I'm doing here. Part of
me wants her to look out of the window and see me, wants her to
know I'm here, but the other part is petrified that if she does see me
she'll call in a sweeper team. What I should do is leave. I should get in
my car and drive away and never look back. Should leave everything
behind me and start a new life. And do my best to forget everything.
But I can't.
So I sit and wait and watch.
She's still the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. In all my time on
the outside I've seen plenty of beautiful things and met a lot of women
who could possibly make me happy. Nia. Zoe. But they fall short in
every way when I compare them to her.
Maybe it's because I know her so well that I know her beauty isn't only
skin deep. Many people think that it is. They see her Ice Princess act
and think that she really is a cold, heartless bitch. But I know. I know
that she's still the little girl who was my best friend in a place where
love and friendship were frowned on. She's the girl who gave me my
first kiss, and shared the secret of her first name with me. The girl who
lost her mother and came to me for the comfort that her father should
have given her.
The woman who still seeks her father's approval and affection, even
to the point where everything else in her life comes second.
My friend.
My huntress.
My love.
I wonder if she knows. I wonder if it would even make a difference.
She's at the window, speaking to someone on the phone. She's not
wearing her usual clothing. I like her when she dresses casually like
this. I laugh sadly, if only a change of clothes could solve all our
problems.
She's laughing - she's even more beautiful when she smiles, I can
hardly believe that's possible but it is - and I feel a slight pang of
jealousy. Is it another man on the phone? No, no, it's not. She's still
hurting over Thomas' death.
He was my friend too and yes, I was jealous but I wanted her to be
happy. And he did make her happy. I wonder if I really would have
been able to let her go. At the time I thought I could, but then...why
am I sitting out here?
I love her.
It shouldn't be possible. Sydney once said to me that Pretenders are
incapable of falling in love. Yet he lied to me about so many other
things. I know how I feel. How I've always felt.
Love.
Something only she showed me at the Centre. She gave me no
conditions, asked for nothing in return except that I be her friend.
I find myself wishing, not for the first time, that our lives had been
different. In a perfect world we would probably be married by now and
have a family of our own. What I wouldn't give for that.
I wonder if she knows I'm here. I'm in plain view and making no
attempt to hide myself. She hasn't looked in this direction though, and
there are no sweepers here yet.
I want nothing more than to barge into her house, tell her I love her
and convince her to come away with me. I have a house waiting and
new identities in place. But I know I'm just dreaming. It's the blessing
(or is it a curse?) of having a strong imagination.
If I do go in there she's most likely to handcuff me and drag me back
to the hellhole we grew up in. I know, I SIM'd it.
Another curse.
Sometimes I wish I was ordinary, that I didn't have this gene that
made me special. But then I think of all the people I've helped since I
escaped and I know I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's almost time for me to go. I wish I didn't have to. If I could, I would
spend every day just looking at her. I know I would never tire of it.
"What?"
She answers the way she usually does but her tone lacks the usual
venom.
"Hello, Miss Parker."
"It's a little early for you to call, Jarod. I'm not even in bed yet."
Is she teasing me? Lately it's become so much harder to tell. I haven't
shared this thought with Sydney yet. I don't think I'm going to. I need
to work this one out myself.
"I can see."
"What?! Where are you?"
She rushes to the window and looks out. I wave, grinning like an idiot,
I'm sure. I don't know why I'm still here. Any minute now, I'll get in my
car and drive away. Any minute now.
She waves at me, smiling back. I'm still here. Why?
"So, do you want to come in for coffee?"
Well, that was certainly a surprise. I'm lost for words. Surely this is a
trap.
"Uh, umm...." I sputter, inwardly cursing myself for acting like a fool.
"Look, I promise I won't shoot you or anything. I've been thinking
about...well, everything and there's something I want to talk about."
She's so full of surprises today and I hear her laugh as I get up. I don't
remember when last I heard her laugh. I love it, it's a warm, throaty
laugh, and so very inviting.
I'm smiling by the time she opens the door for me, suddenly
remembering that there was more than one possible outcome for my
SIM.
Life, after all, is full of surprises.
***
The End
