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 6
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Roger Williams Medical Center
Providence, Rhode Island
Lyle stops at the information desk of the hospital, waiting
somewhat patiently for the admission's nurse to finish with the
person in front of him in line. He tried to conceal his worry
from his father, but the more he thinks about why he's here, the
more he wonders what went wrong. When they left Carson's medical
facility, Jarod was supposed to be taking Miss Parker somewhere
safe to have the baby. The fact that she's now in the hospital
with no sign of Jarod is disconcerting.
"Can I help you, Sir?" the nurse asks, finally addressing him.
"Yes," he mutters, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a
picture and hands it to her. "I'm looking for this woman. My
sister. Have you seen her?"
The nurse takes the picture and barely glances at it. Lyle
notices that she's staring more at him than the picture.
"Just a minute, please." She turns to make a phone call that he
can't hear. A few moments later, she turns back to him and
returns the picture. "Sir, someone will be with you shortly."
"Is she here? Do you know her?" he asks, getting more impatient
with her stalling game.
"Sir, I said someone will be with you shortly," the nurse says,
this time in a harsher tone. Lyle could see that she meant
business and decides not to push her.
He didn't have to wait long, however. Just after he finds
himself a seat, he sees a petite red head looking over in his
direction. The nurse points him out, nodding her head. This must be the person to see.
"Hello. My name is Special Agent Dana Scully," she introduces
herself. "May I ask your interest in this woman you're searching
for?"
"My interest?" he asks, a bit insulted. "She's my sister.
That's my interest. Now I really wish somebody would tell me
something about what's going on here. Where is Parker? Where is
my sister?"
"Sir, yelling is not going to help," Scully says calmly, trying
to quiet the now upset Lyle. His distress seems authentic. But
she doesn't really know what to believe. Parker never said
anything to her about a brother.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a scene," he apologizes. "Now
that you know what I want with her, maybe you can tell me the
FBI's interest in my sister."
"Why don't you come with me," Scully suggests quietly, looking
around at all the people surrounding them. She leads him down
the hall and to an elevator. They ride up in silence, each
studying the other, trying to figure out motives. When they
reach their floor, she leads him down another hallway and stops in
front of a door guarded by a tall guy with dark hair.
"Mulder," she calls to him. "This man is claiming that he's
Parker's brother."
"Really?" he asks incredulously. "I don't remember her
mentioning a brother. How do we know you're for real?"
"Well, I don't remember her mentioning the two of you, either,"
Lyle snaps back. "How do I know that *you're* for real?"
"Good point," Mulder says with a grin. "Why don't we ask her."
Mulder steps aside and Lyle can see a baby seat on the floor next
to him.
"Is that her baby?" he asks with a surprised smile, stepping
towards the baby. He's stopped by two guns pointing towards his
chest.
"Don't take another step," the woman growls.
"Put your hands up and walk into the room," the man adds. Lyle
has no choice but to obey them. He pushes the door open and
gasps at the sight before him. Miss Parker is laying pale and
unconscious on the bed.
"Sis," he gasps. Forgetting the two people holding guns on him,
he runs to her bedside, lifting her still hand into his own.
"What happened to her?"
He looks at Miss Parker's mysterious new friends and pleads with
them for answers. They look back and forth at each other, as if
they were holding a silent conversation. After a few moments of
silence, the woman finally speaks.
"She had some difficulties during and after her delivery," she
tells him. She has a sympathetic look in her eye, as if she
believes Lyle's story.
"What kind of . . . difficulties?" he manages to ask. Feeling a
bit weak, he sinks into the closest chair to the bed without
letting go of Miss Parker's hand. "What about the baby?"
"She didn't fully deliver the placenta and was losing a lot of
blood. She needed a transfusion, but her doctors seem hopeful
that she'll recover. And the baby's fine. She's safe," Scully
tells him with a smile.
"She? I have a niece?" he smiles. A beautiful baby girl who will
probably look like her mother and grandmother. He looks around
the room and sees the baby seat next in Mulder's lap. "Is that
her?"
"No, this is our little guy," Mulder says, holding him a little
closer to his chest. He still doesn't quite trust that Lyle is
who he says he is.
"Then where is she? You said that she was safe," Lyle says with
some concern, wondering where his niece could be. He sees
another look pass between Mulder and Scully and realizes what's
going on. "Jarod has her, doesn't he? There's no other reason
why he wouldn't be here."
"They left earlier," Scully says after sharing one more glance
with Mulder. "Parker wouldn't let us bring her to the hospital
until they did. She's convinced some people will be coming for
her and she wanted to keep the baby safe."
"She's right," Lyle sighs.
"I think we've answered enough of your questions," Mulder says.
"How about you answer some of ours. Starting with a name. Who
are you?"
"My name is Lyle," he says.
"And is that a first or last name?" Mulder asks sarcastically.
"You people only seem to have one or the other."
"Mulder," Scully says, throwing him a warning glare. "I'm sorry,
Lyle. Please continue."
Lyle's is about to start again when he feels movement under his
hand.
"Parker?"
She squeezes his hand and blinks her eyes a few times. Looking
around the room, her eyes land on Mulder and Scully.
"Serena," she moans.
"Shh. Have a sip of water," Scully offers her. "How are you
feeling?"
"Where's Jarod? Where's my baby?"
"You sent them away, remember?" Mulder reminds her.
"It's a good thing, too. Look who Dad sent to bring you home?"
Lyle adds, a relieved grin pasted on his face.
"Lyle! What are you doing here?" A small smile breaks across her
face and she pulls his hand closer to her chest.
"Dad sent me," he tells her. "And he hinted that he wanted this
kept quiet. Whatever this deal is that he made with Carson, he
doesn't want word getting out. Not even to me. He just said
this was a 'private family matter'. He doesn't think anyone
knows about the baby - including me."
"That's why no sweeper team," she groans, trying to lift herself
up on the bed.
"Stay still, Parker," Scully orders. "You need to lay down for a
little longer, at least until your blood pressure has
stabilized."
"Is she really going to be okay?" Lyle asks.
"Well, she's awake now. And not nearly as pale as she was
before. As soon as the doctor checks her vitals, we'll know
more."
"So, Parker. Are you going to introduce us or what? Who's this
mysterious brother you kept secret from us?" Mulder teases her.
"Oh, Mulder, I'm so sorry," Miss Parker blushes. "Fox Mulder,
Dana Scully, this is my brother Lyle. We're twins."
"Twins? How? When? I don't understand. He wasn't . . . "
Mulder stutters.
"No, he never came to the inn with us. We just found each
other," she explains. "Within the past few years. And even
then, we just recently started a relationship. Right around the
time I found out I was pregnant. Anyway, Mom never knew about
him. She was told he died at birth."
"What inn?" Lyle wonders.
"An inn run by a man named Ben Miller. My uncle," Mulder
explains.
"The man whom our mother had a very close relationship with,"
Miss Parker continues. "Every spring, she would take a
sabbatical of sorts up to Maine to stay at that inn. Every year
in April," she hints, hoping he'll catch on. She doesn't really
know how to tell him this.
"Our birthday is in January," Lyle slowly realizes. His eyes
widen when he does math in his head, catching on to what she's
trying to say. "So it's possible that this guy Ben Miller . . . "
"Could be our father."
Lyle sits in shock for a few minutes, not able to say anything.
To say that the thought that Mr. Parker wasn't his father never
crossed his mind would be a lie. He's even wished it on several
occassions. But now that it might be true, he's not sure how
that makes him feel.
"Wow," he finally utters. "That's . . . wow." Words fail him
and he just sits back in his chair processing it all.
"Parker looks tired," Scully says, breaking the tense silence in
the room. "Why don't you let her get some rest. You two boys go
get to know each other better. I'm going to stay, feed William,
and then catch up."
"How about you tell me more about these people who are after
Parker," Mulder suggests after catching the look from his wife
that warned him not to even think about going against her on
this. "And just how it is the two of you got mixed up with them
in the first place."
"That is a long, twisted, and complicated story. But I'll do my
best to explain it," Lyle says.
"Alright then. After you." Mulder holds the door open for Lyle
and then follows him out the room.
The two head to the waiting room down the hall and sit down to
begin a long, overdue conversation. They each get a cup of
coffee sit at at table. Mulder just stares at him, trying to use
his profiling skills on Lyle but can't get a clear picture. He
eyes Lyle warily, still not able to bring himself to trust him.
With Parker, it was easy to trust her. They had known each other
as kids. But this guy is different. It's like he has something to hide.
And Mulder is determined to find out what that something is.
"Didn't your mother ever teach it was rude to stare?" Lyle asks,
breaking the silence. "Why don't you just take a picture. It'll
last longer."
"I'm just trying to figure you out, Lyle," Mulder smirks. "I'm
trying to see what makes you tick. But you seem to have
something to hide."
"We all have something to hide, Mulder."
"Why do I get the feeling that you have more to hide than most
people?" he asks.
"Why do *I* get the feeling you're not going to let this go?"
"Because I'm not," Mulder shrugs. "I don't back down from a
mystery. Especially where family - which it seems you are - is
concerned. You, Dear Cousin, are the biggest mystery I've
encountered in awhile. So why don't you start from the beginning
and tell me all about this dangerous place and these dangerous
people that you and Parker are involved with."
"It's a pretty strange story. I'm not sure you're going to
believe it."
"Try me. I'm really . . . open . . . to strange ideas," Mulder
smirks.
"Okay. But don't say I didn't warn you."
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 6
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Roger Williams Medical Center
Providence, Rhode Island
Lyle stops at the information desk of the hospital, waiting
somewhat patiently for the admission's nurse to finish with the
person in front of him in line. He tried to conceal his worry
from his father, but the more he thinks about why he's here, the
more he wonders what went wrong. When they left Carson's medical
facility, Jarod was supposed to be taking Miss Parker somewhere
safe to have the baby. The fact that she's now in the hospital
with no sign of Jarod is disconcerting.
"Can I help you, Sir?" the nurse asks, finally addressing him.
"Yes," he mutters, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a
picture and hands it to her. "I'm looking for this woman. My
sister. Have you seen her?"
The nurse takes the picture and barely glances at it. Lyle
notices that she's staring more at him than the picture.
"Just a minute, please." She turns to make a phone call that he
can't hear. A few moments later, she turns back to him and
returns the picture. "Sir, someone will be with you shortly."
"Is she here? Do you know her?" he asks, getting more impatient
with her stalling game.
"Sir, I said someone will be with you shortly," the nurse says,
this time in a harsher tone. Lyle could see that she meant
business and decides not to push her.
He didn't have to wait long, however. Just after he finds
himself a seat, he sees a petite red head looking over in his
direction. The nurse points him out, nodding her head. This must be the person to see.
"Hello. My name is Special Agent Dana Scully," she introduces
herself. "May I ask your interest in this woman you're searching
for?"
"My interest?" he asks, a bit insulted. "She's my sister.
That's my interest. Now I really wish somebody would tell me
something about what's going on here. Where is Parker? Where is
my sister?"
"Sir, yelling is not going to help," Scully says calmly, trying
to quiet the now upset Lyle. His distress seems authentic. But
she doesn't really know what to believe. Parker never said
anything to her about a brother.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a scene," he apologizes. "Now
that you know what I want with her, maybe you can tell me the
FBI's interest in my sister."
"Why don't you come with me," Scully suggests quietly, looking
around at all the people surrounding them. She leads him down
the hall and to an elevator. They ride up in silence, each
studying the other, trying to figure out motives. When they
reach their floor, she leads him down another hallway and stops in
front of a door guarded by a tall guy with dark hair.
"Mulder," she calls to him. "This man is claiming that he's
Parker's brother."
"Really?" he asks incredulously. "I don't remember her
mentioning a brother. How do we know you're for real?"
"Well, I don't remember her mentioning the two of you, either,"
Lyle snaps back. "How do I know that *you're* for real?"
"Good point," Mulder says with a grin. "Why don't we ask her."
Mulder steps aside and Lyle can see a baby seat on the floor next
to him.
"Is that her baby?" he asks with a surprised smile, stepping
towards the baby. He's stopped by two guns pointing towards his
chest.
"Don't take another step," the woman growls.
"Put your hands up and walk into the room," the man adds. Lyle
has no choice but to obey them. He pushes the door open and
gasps at the sight before him. Miss Parker is laying pale and
unconscious on the bed.
"Sis," he gasps. Forgetting the two people holding guns on him,
he runs to her bedside, lifting her still hand into his own.
"What happened to her?"
He looks at Miss Parker's mysterious new friends and pleads with
them for answers. They look back and forth at each other, as if
they were holding a silent conversation. After a few moments of
silence, the woman finally speaks.
"She had some difficulties during and after her delivery," she
tells him. She has a sympathetic look in her eye, as if she
believes Lyle's story.
"What kind of . . . difficulties?" he manages to ask. Feeling a
bit weak, he sinks into the closest chair to the bed without
letting go of Miss Parker's hand. "What about the baby?"
"She didn't fully deliver the placenta and was losing a lot of
blood. She needed a transfusion, but her doctors seem hopeful
that she'll recover. And the baby's fine. She's safe," Scully
tells him with a smile.
"She? I have a niece?" he smiles. A beautiful baby girl who will
probably look like her mother and grandmother. He looks around
the room and sees the baby seat next in Mulder's lap. "Is that
her?"
"No, this is our little guy," Mulder says, holding him a little
closer to his chest. He still doesn't quite trust that Lyle is
who he says he is.
"Then where is she? You said that she was safe," Lyle says with
some concern, wondering where his niece could be. He sees
another look pass between Mulder and Scully and realizes what's
going on. "Jarod has her, doesn't he? There's no other reason
why he wouldn't be here."
"They left earlier," Scully says after sharing one more glance
with Mulder. "Parker wouldn't let us bring her to the hospital
until they did. She's convinced some people will be coming for
her and she wanted to keep the baby safe."
"She's right," Lyle sighs.
"I think we've answered enough of your questions," Mulder says.
"How about you answer some of ours. Starting with a name. Who
are you?"
"My name is Lyle," he says.
"And is that a first or last name?" Mulder asks sarcastically.
"You people only seem to have one or the other."
"Mulder," Scully says, throwing him a warning glare. "I'm sorry,
Lyle. Please continue."
Lyle's is about to start again when he feels movement under his
hand.
"Parker?"
She squeezes his hand and blinks her eyes a few times. Looking
around the room, her eyes land on Mulder and Scully.
"Serena," she moans.
"Shh. Have a sip of water," Scully offers her. "How are you
feeling?"
"Where's Jarod? Where's my baby?"
"You sent them away, remember?" Mulder reminds her.
"It's a good thing, too. Look who Dad sent to bring you home?"
Lyle adds, a relieved grin pasted on his face.
"Lyle! What are you doing here?" A small smile breaks across her
face and she pulls his hand closer to her chest.
"Dad sent me," he tells her. "And he hinted that he wanted this
kept quiet. Whatever this deal is that he made with Carson, he
doesn't want word getting out. Not even to me. He just said
this was a 'private family matter'. He doesn't think anyone
knows about the baby - including me."
"That's why no sweeper team," she groans, trying to lift herself
up on the bed.
"Stay still, Parker," Scully orders. "You need to lay down for a
little longer, at least until your blood pressure has
stabilized."
"Is she really going to be okay?" Lyle asks.
"Well, she's awake now. And not nearly as pale as she was
before. As soon as the doctor checks her vitals, we'll know
more."
"So, Parker. Are you going to introduce us or what? Who's this
mysterious brother you kept secret from us?" Mulder teases her.
"Oh, Mulder, I'm so sorry," Miss Parker blushes. "Fox Mulder,
Dana Scully, this is my brother Lyle. We're twins."
"Twins? How? When? I don't understand. He wasn't . . . "
Mulder stutters.
"No, he never came to the inn with us. We just found each
other," she explains. "Within the past few years. And even
then, we just recently started a relationship. Right around the
time I found out I was pregnant. Anyway, Mom never knew about
him. She was told he died at birth."
"What inn?" Lyle wonders.
"An inn run by a man named Ben Miller. My uncle," Mulder
explains.
"The man whom our mother had a very close relationship with,"
Miss Parker continues. "Every spring, she would take a
sabbatical of sorts up to Maine to stay at that inn. Every year
in April," she hints, hoping he'll catch on. She doesn't really
know how to tell him this.
"Our birthday is in January," Lyle slowly realizes. His eyes
widen when he does math in his head, catching on to what she's
trying to say. "So it's possible that this guy Ben Miller . . . "
"Could be our father."
Lyle sits in shock for a few minutes, not able to say anything.
To say that the thought that Mr. Parker wasn't his father never
crossed his mind would be a lie. He's even wished it on several
occassions. But now that it might be true, he's not sure how
that makes him feel.
"Wow," he finally utters. "That's . . . wow." Words fail him
and he just sits back in his chair processing it all.
"Parker looks tired," Scully says, breaking the tense silence in
the room. "Why don't you let her get some rest. You two boys go
get to know each other better. I'm going to stay, feed William,
and then catch up."
"How about you tell me more about these people who are after
Parker," Mulder suggests after catching the look from his wife
that warned him not to even think about going against her on
this. "And just how it is the two of you got mixed up with them
in the first place."
"That is a long, twisted, and complicated story. But I'll do my
best to explain it," Lyle says.
"Alright then. After you." Mulder holds the door open for Lyle
and then follows him out the room.
The two head to the waiting room down the hall and sit down to
begin a long, overdue conversation. They each get a cup of
coffee sit at at table. Mulder just stares at him, trying to use
his profiling skills on Lyle but can't get a clear picture. He
eyes Lyle warily, still not able to bring himself to trust him.
With Parker, it was easy to trust her. They had known each other
as kids. But this guy is different. It's like he has something to hide.
And Mulder is determined to find out what that something is.
"Didn't your mother ever teach it was rude to stare?" Lyle asks,
breaking the silence. "Why don't you just take a picture. It'll
last longer."
"I'm just trying to figure you out, Lyle," Mulder smirks. "I'm
trying to see what makes you tick. But you seem to have
something to hide."
"We all have something to hide, Mulder."
"Why do I get the feeling that you have more to hide than most
people?" he asks.
"Why do *I* get the feeling you're not going to let this go?"
"Because I'm not," Mulder shrugs. "I don't back down from a
mystery. Especially where family - which it seems you are - is
concerned. You, Dear Cousin, are the biggest mystery I've
encountered in awhile. So why don't you start from the beginning
and tell me all about this dangerous place and these dangerous
people that you and Parker are involved with."
"It's a pretty strange story. I'm not sure you're going to
believe it."
"Try me. I'm really . . . open . . . to strange ideas," Mulder
smirks.
"Okay. But don't say I didn't warn you."
To be continued . . .