DISCLAIMER: I, not being TNT, do not own the Pretender or any of its
characters. If I did own them, we'd still be watching new episodes, or at
the very least a very nice bone would have been thrown to all of the
Jarod/Parker shippers out there.
There were too many words that needed to spring from the blinking cursor like civilization from the Tigris-Euphrates river valley. Miss Parker, the daughter of Catherine Jamison, the nice woman who tried to save Timmy before he was forced to go away, he was forced away by the evil doctor Mister William Raines, Raines had emphysema and no one deserved it more. Daughter, she was in serious danger. Someone wanted her dead, Angelo could feel the walls of the Centre pulsating with anger, danger and anger were both directed at Miss Parker and no member of her family would or could save her this time, he had found an order for her death. Danger, and only one person could save her, Angelo hoped he would, Jarod was the hero. Jarod would know what to do and how to keep Miss Parker safe.
Jarod opened the file from CJ with mild trepidation; Angelo only made contact when he had news worth passing. The e-mail itself was short, it only read, "Daughter in danger, Jarod help," but it filled Jarod with fear. Attached to the message was a Centre issue warrant for the death of one Miss Parker. The fact that Honolulu was about as far away from Blue Cove as he could be was just an added difficulty.
He dialed her number, it was about two am Delaware time. The phone rang. The phone rang for a second time and he tried to tell himself that it was not a problem, that she was in a deep sleep. The phone rang for a third time. After the fourth ring, the answering machine picked up. Jarod made it a point not to leave obvious records of his contact with any Centre employees, especially not the members of his search team, but her life was on the line either way.
"Parker, this is Jarod, if you're there pick up the phone, if you aren't I'm hoping that you're still breathing. I found a Centre death order for you; you need to get the hell out of Blue Cove as of yesterday because your family won't save you this time. This is not a game." Jarod set the phone down with worry etched into every one of his features. "Please believe me," he whispered.
Five minutes later, after he was booked on a seven am flight to Dover that same day, he was anxious to be doing something more. He wanted to call her again, but he knew it made the most sense to wait an hour. He wanted to call Sydney and have the older man drive to Parker's house to check up on her. He wanted to call her cell phone and make sure she wasn't just out at some bar while he worried needlessly.
He almost slapped himself, for a genius, he sure panicked easily. He dialed Parker's cellular phone easily. It rang. Her voice did not snap an inquiry reassuringly over the line. It rang again. No irritated malice blamed him for interrupting a pleasant evening. It rang a third time. He waited with bated breath, but his call was shunted into an automated voice messaging system and he hung up. He paced around the hotel room, packing up the evidence from his latest pretend. He wasn't finished, but he could send what he had to the local PD and hopefully they'd reopen the case. If not, he could always come back once he was sure Parker was safe.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't put justice for several deaths over Parker's life. It should have been simple mathematics. It was a weakness that it wasn't, and the inevitable conclusion to that equation was that Jarod would be hurt. Jarod would be hurt badly.
There were too many words that needed to spring from the blinking cursor like civilization from the Tigris-Euphrates river valley. Miss Parker, the daughter of Catherine Jamison, the nice woman who tried to save Timmy before he was forced to go away, he was forced away by the evil doctor Mister William Raines, Raines had emphysema and no one deserved it more. Daughter, she was in serious danger. Someone wanted her dead, Angelo could feel the walls of the Centre pulsating with anger, danger and anger were both directed at Miss Parker and no member of her family would or could save her this time, he had found an order for her death. Danger, and only one person could save her, Angelo hoped he would, Jarod was the hero. Jarod would know what to do and how to keep Miss Parker safe.
Jarod opened the file from CJ with mild trepidation; Angelo only made contact when he had news worth passing. The e-mail itself was short, it only read, "Daughter in danger, Jarod help," but it filled Jarod with fear. Attached to the message was a Centre issue warrant for the death of one Miss Parker. The fact that Honolulu was about as far away from Blue Cove as he could be was just an added difficulty.
He dialed her number, it was about two am Delaware time. The phone rang. The phone rang for a second time and he tried to tell himself that it was not a problem, that she was in a deep sleep. The phone rang for a third time. After the fourth ring, the answering machine picked up. Jarod made it a point not to leave obvious records of his contact with any Centre employees, especially not the members of his search team, but her life was on the line either way.
"Parker, this is Jarod, if you're there pick up the phone, if you aren't I'm hoping that you're still breathing. I found a Centre death order for you; you need to get the hell out of Blue Cove as of yesterday because your family won't save you this time. This is not a game." Jarod set the phone down with worry etched into every one of his features. "Please believe me," he whispered.
Five minutes later, after he was booked on a seven am flight to Dover that same day, he was anxious to be doing something more. He wanted to call her again, but he knew it made the most sense to wait an hour. He wanted to call Sydney and have the older man drive to Parker's house to check up on her. He wanted to call her cell phone and make sure she wasn't just out at some bar while he worried needlessly.
He almost slapped himself, for a genius, he sure panicked easily. He dialed Parker's cellular phone easily. It rang. Her voice did not snap an inquiry reassuringly over the line. It rang again. No irritated malice blamed him for interrupting a pleasant evening. It rang a third time. He waited with bated breath, but his call was shunted into an automated voice messaging system and he hung up. He paced around the hotel room, packing up the evidence from his latest pretend. He wasn't finished, but he could send what he had to the local PD and hopefully they'd reopen the case. If not, he could always come back once he was sure Parker was safe.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't put justice for several deaths over Parker's life. It should have been simple mathematics. It was a weakness that it wasn't, and the inevitable conclusion to that equation was that Jarod would be hurt. Jarod would be hurt badly.