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A Jarod/Miss Parker fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Pretender. If I did, it would have never ended.
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A/N: My second Pretender fic. I absolutely love this pairing, I love both of these actors. So good!
So, this is taken after "Island of the Haunted", with stuff from the season four episode, "'Til Death Do Us Part" as well.
I hope you guys like it, I know I'll love writing it!
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
Jarod was going to confront her tomorrow. He suspected that she would be less than receptive to his advances, and she had a habit of shooting first and ... well, pretty much just shooting first.
So, here he was, once again moving silently through her house to remove the firing pin from her gun.
He was very stealthy, he had come and gone more than once without her knowledge, so he was confident that he would "complete his task" without disturbing her in the slightest.
Ever since what had almost happened between them on Carthis, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. He was still constantly searching for his family, and dealing out his own personal brand of justice, but she was always there in the back of his mind, distracting him ... calling to him.
She was a stubborn woman, but he was just as focused.
Never once had she said that she didn't want him. She had called it a moment of weakness ... one he intended to recreate.
He did not intend to recreate it that night, however. She would likely not be in the best of moods at 3:00 in the morning, after discovering that he had entered her house in the middle of the night without permission ... again.
Jarod eased open the door to Miss Parker's bedroom, assuming that she still slept with her gun under her pillow.
She looked as beautiful as ever, he noted. The strap of her top had slid off of her shoulder in her slumber, causing the scene to look blissfully imperfect. He almost sighed at the sight, but caught himself just in time, reminding himself that he had to be quiet.
As he had done last time, he moved around to the side of the bed that she wasn't facing, and carefully leaned across, prepared to drop to the floor silently if she turned. He slid his hand slowly under her pillow, searching for the cool metal of the gun.
"You're not going to find it there," came the slightly gravelled sound of her voice.
He froze with his hand under her pillow, perched precariously over her bed.
Miss Parker rolled over in her bed, sliding her hand out from underneath her stomach to reveal her silver weapon.
"Oh," Jarod stated softly, realizing he had screwed up. Very unlike him. He blamed his failure on the way she effected him. He couldn't think straight anymore ... and he hadn't even kissed her yet.
"You're getting sloppy, Jarod," she commented, tucking a hand under her head and lolling her gun back and forth, taunting him .
"So it would seem," he agreed, the gears in his mind spinning, trying to come up with an escape plan.
End of chapter one. Just a little tidbit of what's to come. This will probably only be a couple of chapters long.
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Until next time ...!