Disclamer: I do not own Pretender or any of the characters. The story is mine.

Jarod looked at the girl in disbelief. Surely, she couldn't be. As far as he knew, the women he'd been with were fine and had no kids. Zoe was living with Ethan and besides the girl was too old to be Zoe's. Yet, this child had eyes that looked familiar.
"Whose eyes are those?" he thought. Suddenly, he remembered the last place he saw them. "Parker doesn't have a daughter, at least not with me." Jarod couldn't figure out why these nuns kept saying the child was his. "Hi," he finally said. The girl had to be about sixteen or seventeen, which meant she'd been born while he was in the Centre.
He'd been about an hour away on another Pretend. Parker's mother had come out here and he'd found himself a few more clues about his family and he'd found Parker a few things of her mother's, which he had then sent her. Angelo had sent him an e-mail to go to the orphanage. When he'd given his name, the nuns were so excited. His daughter was either going to be moved or sent out on her own because of her age. The nuns had kept her longer than they should have because she'd been born there. Her mother had said she had to leave her. The nuns explained that the mother had only given her last name and the father's first name. A week after the girl was born, the mother came back and gave the last name Russell. She also said she would not be back. But she left a gift for every birthday up to sixteen.
"And if Jarod ever shows up, give him this. He'll understand," she said, handing them a small silver disk.
The nuns gave that disk to Jarod, two days after he arrived. He thanked them and left. As soon as he got back to his room, he popped that disk into his player. Parker's face was on the screen, she looked about twenty years younger. He figured he'd added a few years to her face, just by letting her chase him.
"Jarod, if you're watching this you've found our daughter. The Centre thinks that I miscarried. However, they're going to wipe my memory. So I won't know about our daughter. I can only assume, they've already done the same to you. I'm sorry, darling, but I told them I hated you. Forgive me. It was the only way. I also put on this disk everything I could find of the two of us. I especially enjoy the one where I told you about her. The Centre knew the whole time. They wanted a child with your mind and my inner voice. Keep her safe. Remember, your Missie will always love you."
Jarod could hardly believe his ears. His Parker was actually near tears. The Ice Queen had melted for him. Then, he watched as he and Missie played together. Then, he saw their first kiss and he smiled. Next, he saw something he didn't remember. The two of them were in the Sim Lab, but they were about twenty or so. Parker was holding his hand, smiling. The next scene showed Parker hiding when Syd came in. Then they were in bed together.
Jarod could not believe what he was seeing and the worst part was he had no memory of ever holding Parker like that and she had no memory of it either. His attention was drawn back to the screen. He saw Missie smiling, almost glowing really. She bent down and whispered something to the young Jarod.
"Really," the young man said. "That's wonderful." Then Jarod watched the screen as he twirled the woman he loved around and kissed her.
"Wait," he suddenly stopped, "If they find out, we'll both be in danger, as will you-know-who." Parkers face went grim. He was right. Then, Mr. Parker came in and dragged Jarod away from his daughter. The disk ended.

"I wonder what her name is" Jarod wondered aloud. "My daughter must have a name."
The next day, Jarod went back to the orphanage. He asked Sister Marie, the head nun, what the girl's name was.
"Her name is Mary Katherine Russell. She prefers Kat." Jarod grinned. Miss Parker would not name their daughter after herself, but instead she named her after her grandmother Katherine. He had no idea where the Mary came from.
"Oh, well, how would Kat feel about meeting her father," Jarod asked quietly.
"I think she would love it, but remember she is just a teenage girl. Don't expect too much."
"Considering I only found out I had a daughter yesterday, that won't be a problem. Just don't tell her who I am yet. She may resent me or worse not believe me," Jarod said, imagining him self in her situation.
Inside the orphanage, Jarod waited in a living area with a TV and some games. However, he was the only one there. No children were playing or watching TV, Jarod realized. Then, it hit him. They were either in classes or they didn't want to bother him. Suddenly, Kat walked in. She looks so like her mother except the hair and she doesn't quite have that Ice Queen look. Her hair was red, just like his mother's. She seemed to smile a lot. She made the room brighten simply by entering it.
"Hello, you must be Jarod. She said you'd come," the girl said, calmly.
"Who said that," Jarod asked, believing he already knew the answer.
"Mother, in her letters. She said you'd come someday."
"Oh, have ever had an inner voice tell you things?"
"What do you mean?" Suddenly, he saw the Ice Queen come out.
"Yep, that's Parker's kid," he thought. "All I meant was that your mother has a special voice that tells her things sometimes. I hoped maybe you had it as well," Jarod explained.
"Well I knew someone was coming to see me and yes a voice did tell me you were Jarod."
"You've never told anyone have you? That's why you were so defensive."
"How could you know that? Oh, wait you're a Pretender. I forgot."
"She told you didn't she," he asked, grinning. She looked guiltily at him. Then, she grinned back.
She looked so lovely. Jarod was almost in tears. Suddenly, he stood up.
"I'll be back tomorrow to see you," said Jarod.
This went on for about a week. The two of them would just talk. Jarod was unsure if he could bring her into his life, full of cat and mouse. He began to tell her a little about the Centre and how they forced her mother and father to do evil things. Her father had escaped, but her mother was still there, trapped.
"Well, why doesn't Father help her? Doesn't he love her," she asked. Kat had always been a romantic. Although she was sixteen, she didn't always understand adults, plus this case was slightly more complicated than she knew. So Jarod tried to explain.
"That bad place made her and you father forget she had you."
"I'm not three ya know. You can use bigger words," she said, sarcastically.
"I know, but it's complicated. Your mother and father were brainwashed to forget your existence. She was able to hide you before they got her."
The next day, he got word from Angelo that they knew where he was and were on their way. He sped all the way to the orphanage. He burst in and told the nuns he and Kat had to leave. He went to get Kat. When he opened the door, she looked at him.
"You're my FATHER!!!!"
"Yes I am," he admitted. "I wasn't sure if you'd accept me or believe me," he, very quickly, explained. "Now pack a bag and be quick, we're leaving," said Jarod.
"Did the Voice tell you?" he asked while they were on the road.
"Yes," she admitted softly. Jarod could see more of himself and Parker in her all the time. The way she laughed fit the Parker from childhood, ye she looked enough like him, you couldn't see both him and her separately, just a mixing of the two.
"Where are we going? Are the people from the Centre chasing us?"
"Yes, and we're going to your Aunt Zoe's and Uncle Ethan's home." After Jarod had come back from the island of Carthis, he immediately ended things with Zoe. She was very nice about it. Of course, she was already in love with Ethan by then, anyway. They had been married only a few months before and Jarod hated barging in, but he knew they'd understand.
After a few days with Zoe, Kat, or rather Mary, as Jarod preferred, knew all about her father and all the good things he'd done.
"Are you ready?" Jarod asked her, a week later.
"For what, Dad?"
"To save you mother."

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