Title - Tears of Yesterday III
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG-13
Category - JMPR, MP/L, MSR
Spoilers: Pretender Season 4, X-Files Season 8 Finale
Summary - Jarod and Miss Parker make some unexpected friends and discover some unexpected ties.
Disclaimer: The characters Miss Parker, Sydney, Jarod, Broots etc. and the fictional Centre, are all property of MTM, TNT and NBC Productions and used without permission. Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox. I'm not making any money out of this and no infringement is intended.
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Chapter 1
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Driving down the dark highway, Jarod is tempted to pull over with
every contraction. But Miss Parker insists they keep driving.
They are less than an hour away from their destination. She
can wait that long.
Too soon after the last one for Jarod's own piece of mind,
another strong contraction attacks, eliciting a long, low groan
from Miss Parker. He takes her hand and breathes with her,
feeling helpless to do anything else.
"They're getting longer," he says in a shaky voice after the last
one subsides. "And closer together."
"But they're still 10 minutes apart. I've got plenty of time,"
she assures him, trying to make herself believe it. But she
isn't entirely sure. Nothing about the pregnancy has been typical.
She she doesn't expect the birth to be either.
"Well, can I do anything to help?" he asks.
"Talk to me. Tell me about where we're going," she says.
"We're going to this little town in Rhode Island called
Quonochontaug. I have a little house there that I've set up for
you to give birth. I have plenty of supplies. I just hope I can
get you there in time," he worries.
"I'm fine, Jarod," she smiles.
Three contractions later, though, she isn't so sure anymore she's
okay. One thing she does know for sure iss that the birth
definitely isn't going to be typical. Her contractions are now
abnormally long and brutal for this stage in her labor.
"Jarod, pull over," she manages through clenched teeth. "I need
to use the bathroom."
"Now? We're 10 minutes from the house."
"Now!" she screams, to emphasize her point.
He finds a grocery store and pulls into the parking lot. He
helps her out the car and into the store. A nice red haired lady
at the door directs them to the rear of the store to the
restrooms.
Five minutes later, she's still in there and he starts to worry.
He hadn't seen anyone come in or go out in that time period, so
he assumes she is alone. He could go in, but he feels
uncomfortable invading the ladies room.
"Parker," he knocks on the door. "Are you alright in there?" He
doesn't get an answer from her and makes up his mind to go in,
ladies room or not.
"Excuse me, Sir." Jarod turns around and sees the woman from
before. "Is your wife alright? I can go in a check on her if
you'd like. I'm a doctor."
He eyes her warily for a second before hearing a groan from the
bathroom.
"Yes," he agrees. "That would be great. Thanks."
The woman gives him a gentle smile before going into the
restroom.
"Hello," she calls, searching the stalls for Miss Parker. "Your
husband asked me to come check on you. Are you alright?"
Another groan sounds from the last stall and enables the woman
finds Miss Parker.
"Are you okay, Miss?" she asks again.
"My water broke," Miss Parker sobs.
"How far apart are your contractions?" the woman asks.
"Between 5 and 10 minutes. But they're long and hard, so it's
difficult to tell."
"Alright, we need to get you to a hospital . . ."
"No," Miss Parker interrupts. "No hospitals. Please," she begs,
a fresh set of tears forming in her eyes.
"Hold on a second," the woman sighs. "I'm going to get your
husband."
She gets up and runs back out to where Jarod is waiting not so
patiently.
"Sir?"
"The name's Jarod," he smiles uneasily. "Is she alright?"
"Her water broke. She needs to get to a hospital immediately,
but she refuses."
"No hospitals," Jarod insists just as vehemently as Miss Parker
did. "I have someplace. I just need to get her back to the car."
"Listen, I can understand your fear. But you're going to need
help," the woman says. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out
a badge. "My name's Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI." She allows
Jarod to take the badge and examine it before taking it back and
placing it in her pocket again. "I know it's hard to trust
people. And you two are obviously running from someone. I know
what's that like. Let me help."
Jarod's biting his lip, trying to make his decision when Miss
Parker makes it for him. She's managed to get herself up and out
the door of the bathroom before collapsing back against it.
"We can trust her," Miss Parker says. "I heard it in here." She
lifts her hand up to her head and smiles, comforted by her mom's
presence.
"Your Inner Sense?" Jarod asks. She just smiles and nods.
Jarod grabs her on one side, Dana Scully takes the other side and
they lead her back to the car. After getting her settled in the
back seat, Jarod takes the driver's seat and gets the car moving
again.
"Sometimes I can hear her so clearly. Like before in the
bathroom. She said we can trust Dana."
"What's your 'inner sense'?" Dana asks, a little shocked that the
woman knows her name. She was still in the bathroom when she
introduced herself to Jarod. She couldn't have heard her.
"It's kind of hard to explain without sounding like a lunatic,"
Miss Parker laughs.
"Don't worry. I don't downright dismiss crazy ideas too much any
more. Working for 8 years with my husband broke me of that
habit," Dana smiles.
"How much further?" Miss Parker suddenly groans, in the grips of
another contraction.
"A few more minutes, Honey," he promises. "It's just the next
street over."
"That's my street as well. What's the address? I can tell my
husband to meet us there," Dana offers. Jarod hands her the slip
of paper the address is on and turns his eyes back to the road.
He increases his speed to help get them there faster.
After several seemingly impossibly long minutes, he finally pulls
up to a house. A strange man is standing out front, but Dana
assured them it is her husband.
Miss Parker's in between contractions, so getting her into the
house isn't too difficult. Dana takes her to the birthing room
Jarod set up and helps to get her settled, leaving the two men to
get acquainted.
Dana's husband is holding a baby carrier that holds a sleeping
baby. He gently puts the child down on the coffee table and
sticks his hand out to introduce himself.
"I'm Jarod," Jarod says, shaking the man's proffered hand.
"Fox Mulder," the man says.
"Fox Mulder? *The* Fox Mulder?" Jarod asks, almost awe struck.
"I see my reputation precedes me," Mulder jokes. "I hope
everything you've heard has been good."
"Who *hasn't* heard of the FBI's Agent Fox Mulder," Jarod says.
"Well, it's just Mulder now. The FBI finally got tired of me and
my crazy theories."
"It's their loss," Jarod sympathizes. "From what I read about
you, you were one of the greatest criminal profilers. And that's
a tough job to have."
"Is that what you do?" Mulder asks.
"From time to time," Jarod admits, evoking a strange look from
Mulder. "I've changed jobs a few times," is all he says by way
of an explanation.
"Jarod. Is there a last name that goes with that?"
"To tell you the truth, your guess would be as good as mine," he
smiles sadly. "It's just Jarod."
Once again, Mulder gives Jarod the strange look and Jarod just
chuckles to himself. He seemed to have the reaction on people.
To be continued . . .
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG-13
Category - JMPR, MP/L, MSR
Spoilers: Pretender Season 4, X-Files Season 8 Finale
Summary - Jarod and Miss Parker make some unexpected friends and discover some unexpected ties.
Disclaimer: The characters Miss Parker, Sydney, Jarod, Broots etc. and the fictional Centre, are all property of MTM, TNT and NBC Productions and used without permission. Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox. I'm not making any money out of this and no infringement is intended.
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Chapter 1
* * * * * * * * * *
Driving down the dark highway, Jarod is tempted to pull over with
every contraction. But Miss Parker insists they keep driving.
They are less than an hour away from their destination. She
can wait that long.
Too soon after the last one for Jarod's own piece of mind,
another strong contraction attacks, eliciting a long, low groan
from Miss Parker. He takes her hand and breathes with her,
feeling helpless to do anything else.
"They're getting longer," he says in a shaky voice after the last
one subsides. "And closer together."
"But they're still 10 minutes apart. I've got plenty of time,"
she assures him, trying to make herself believe it. But she
isn't entirely sure. Nothing about the pregnancy has been typical.
She she doesn't expect the birth to be either.
"Well, can I do anything to help?" he asks.
"Talk to me. Tell me about where we're going," she says.
"We're going to this little town in Rhode Island called
Quonochontaug. I have a little house there that I've set up for
you to give birth. I have plenty of supplies. I just hope I can
get you there in time," he worries.
"I'm fine, Jarod," she smiles.
Three contractions later, though, she isn't so sure anymore she's
okay. One thing she does know for sure iss that the birth
definitely isn't going to be typical. Her contractions are now
abnormally long and brutal for this stage in her labor.
"Jarod, pull over," she manages through clenched teeth. "I need
to use the bathroom."
"Now? We're 10 minutes from the house."
"Now!" she screams, to emphasize her point.
He finds a grocery store and pulls into the parking lot. He
helps her out the car and into the store. A nice red haired lady
at the door directs them to the rear of the store to the
restrooms.
Five minutes later, she's still in there and he starts to worry.
He hadn't seen anyone come in or go out in that time period, so
he assumes she is alone. He could go in, but he feels
uncomfortable invading the ladies room.
"Parker," he knocks on the door. "Are you alright in there?" He
doesn't get an answer from her and makes up his mind to go in,
ladies room or not.
"Excuse me, Sir." Jarod turns around and sees the woman from
before. "Is your wife alright? I can go in a check on her if
you'd like. I'm a doctor."
He eyes her warily for a second before hearing a groan from the
bathroom.
"Yes," he agrees. "That would be great. Thanks."
The woman gives him a gentle smile before going into the
restroom.
"Hello," she calls, searching the stalls for Miss Parker. "Your
husband asked me to come check on you. Are you alright?"
Another groan sounds from the last stall and enables the woman
finds Miss Parker.
"Are you okay, Miss?" she asks again.
"My water broke," Miss Parker sobs.
"How far apart are your contractions?" the woman asks.
"Between 5 and 10 minutes. But they're long and hard, so it's
difficult to tell."
"Alright, we need to get you to a hospital . . ."
"No," Miss Parker interrupts. "No hospitals. Please," she begs,
a fresh set of tears forming in her eyes.
"Hold on a second," the woman sighs. "I'm going to get your
husband."
She gets up and runs back out to where Jarod is waiting not so
patiently.
"Sir?"
"The name's Jarod," he smiles uneasily. "Is she alright?"
"Her water broke. She needs to get to a hospital immediately,
but she refuses."
"No hospitals," Jarod insists just as vehemently as Miss Parker
did. "I have someplace. I just need to get her back to the car."
"Listen, I can understand your fear. But you're going to need
help," the woman says. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out
a badge. "My name's Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI." She allows
Jarod to take the badge and examine it before taking it back and
placing it in her pocket again. "I know it's hard to trust
people. And you two are obviously running from someone. I know
what's that like. Let me help."
Jarod's biting his lip, trying to make his decision when Miss
Parker makes it for him. She's managed to get herself up and out
the door of the bathroom before collapsing back against it.
"We can trust her," Miss Parker says. "I heard it in here." She
lifts her hand up to her head and smiles, comforted by her mom's
presence.
"Your Inner Sense?" Jarod asks. She just smiles and nods.
Jarod grabs her on one side, Dana Scully takes the other side and
they lead her back to the car. After getting her settled in the
back seat, Jarod takes the driver's seat and gets the car moving
again.
"Sometimes I can hear her so clearly. Like before in the
bathroom. She said we can trust Dana."
"What's your 'inner sense'?" Dana asks, a little shocked that the
woman knows her name. She was still in the bathroom when she
introduced herself to Jarod. She couldn't have heard her.
"It's kind of hard to explain without sounding like a lunatic,"
Miss Parker laughs.
"Don't worry. I don't downright dismiss crazy ideas too much any
more. Working for 8 years with my husband broke me of that
habit," Dana smiles.
"How much further?" Miss Parker suddenly groans, in the grips of
another contraction.
"A few more minutes, Honey," he promises. "It's just the next
street over."
"That's my street as well. What's the address? I can tell my
husband to meet us there," Dana offers. Jarod hands her the slip
of paper the address is on and turns his eyes back to the road.
He increases his speed to help get them there faster.
After several seemingly impossibly long minutes, he finally pulls
up to a house. A strange man is standing out front, but Dana
assured them it is her husband.
Miss Parker's in between contractions, so getting her into the
house isn't too difficult. Dana takes her to the birthing room
Jarod set up and helps to get her settled, leaving the two men to
get acquainted.
Dana's husband is holding a baby carrier that holds a sleeping
baby. He gently puts the child down on the coffee table and
sticks his hand out to introduce himself.
"I'm Jarod," Jarod says, shaking the man's proffered hand.
"Fox Mulder," the man says.
"Fox Mulder? *The* Fox Mulder?" Jarod asks, almost awe struck.
"I see my reputation precedes me," Mulder jokes. "I hope
everything you've heard has been good."
"Who *hasn't* heard of the FBI's Agent Fox Mulder," Jarod says.
"Well, it's just Mulder now. The FBI finally got tired of me and
my crazy theories."
"It's their loss," Jarod sympathizes. "From what I read about
you, you were one of the greatest criminal profilers. And that's
a tough job to have."
"Is that what you do?" Mulder asks.
"From time to time," Jarod admits, evoking a strange look from
Mulder. "I've changed jobs a few times," is all he says by way
of an explanation.
"Jarod. Is there a last name that goes with that?"
"To tell you the truth, your guess would be as good as mine," he
smiles sadly. "It's just Jarod."
Once again, Mulder gives Jarod the strange look and Jarod just
chuckles to himself. He seemed to have the reaction on people.
To be continued . . .