Disclaimer: The characters from The Pretender don't belong to me, I think they still belong to NBC, I'm not sure but I do know that they aren't mine. I'm only borrowing them. The characters from Malcolm in the Middle don't belong to me either, they belong to Fox. I would also like to give credit to Craig Van Sickle, Steven Long Mitchell and Linwood Boomer for creating all of the wonderful characters I am using in this story, and thank them for the countless hours of entertainment both shows have provided me with.
Authors Note: Since Malcolm in the Middle premiered, I have believed that Malcolm NEEDED to meet Jarod, and a recent episode proved it. Malcolm visited his guidance counsellor because he was confused about what to be when he grew up. He took a test, and the counsellor informed him that he could be absolutely anything, that he was perfect for every single job out there, and that the test told them exactly that. So, just so you know, that's one of the reasons why I wrote this.
JAROD IN THE MIDDLE (Part 1)
by SpaceCadet
Malcolm Wilkerson looked up from his comic book, startled, as Mr. Johnson the school principal walked into the room. "Class, as you already know, since Miss Caroline's unfortunate, er... accident, we have had some trouble finding a substitute teacher to teach this class."
Malcolm could have sworn the principal looked right at him, as though he knew that it was Malcolm who messed up the codes directing the
rocket launcher. Was it his fault Miss Caroline was talking to the janitor that day? Or his fault she was pregnant? He couldn't possibly have known what would happen. Besides, it was his friends who actually fired the rocket. As Malcolm was thinking, with terror, about what his
mother would say if she found out about that little incident, his thoughts were halted by one of his Kreylboyne friends, Stevie Kanarban poking him in the side. "Malcolm..." wheezed Stevie, who as usual sounded as though he were struggling to stay alive. Malcolm, his daydreaming interrupted, looked up to hear Mr. Johnson say "... so let me introduce your new teacher, Mr. Carey."
For all of his worrying, Malcolm had failed to notice the tall, dark haired man standing beside the principal. 'Wow,' thought Malcolm looking at
Mr. Carey, 'they finally found someone brave enough to teach the Kreylboyne class.' Since Miss Caroline had been gone, the class had been told to use the day for quiet study and reading. Occasionally the teacher in the next room had stopped in to check on them. None of the schools regular substitutes would teach the class, probably because of the rumors about some of the students in it. Mr. Carey stepped forward, and began to more properly introduce himself while the principal quietly slipped out of the room, almost afraid that if he stayed any longer something bad would happen. "As Mr. Johnson just told you, my name is Mr. Carey, but I'd prefer it if you called me Jarod."
Malcolm's friend Dabney put his hand up and waved it in the air like a maniac. "Yes," said Jarod quietly. "I'm sorry, but I feel that by telling us to refer to you on a first name basis, you are upsetting the precious social customs that we've all by now become familiar with. I must regretfully decline your request, Mr. Carey."
'Well,' thought Malcolm, 'trust Dabney to make a big deal out of a little thing.' Dabney had always been upset that Miss Caroline used her first name. He felt it would lead to anarchy. Then again, Dabney felt everything would lead to anarchy. "Well, I really don't mind if you call me Mr. Carey, but I would prefer it the other way..." he paused to look at the class seating plan, "...Dabney."
The man was obviously taken aback by the boy's bluntness. It took him a minute to compose himself. "Now," said Jarod, continuing, "
I would like for all of us to get to know each other a little better, so why don't you each tell me something about yourselves. You first, uh..." he paused to check the seating plan again, "... David."
"Well, my psychiatrist says that I have acute attention deficit disorder and that I show signs of paranoid delusions. She says there's a good chance that one day I'll snap."
This was most definitely not the answer Jarod was expecting, and so once again he had to compose himself. 'This class is definitely going to be an interesting one to teach' Jarod realized, as each student told him a little more than he wanted to know.
TBC...
Authors Note: Since Malcolm in the Middle premiered, I have believed that Malcolm NEEDED to meet Jarod, and a recent episode proved it. Malcolm visited his guidance counsellor because he was confused about what to be when he grew up. He took a test, and the counsellor informed him that he could be absolutely anything, that he was perfect for every single job out there, and that the test told them exactly that. So, just so you know, that's one of the reasons why I wrote this.
JAROD IN THE MIDDLE (Part 1)
by SpaceCadet
Malcolm Wilkerson looked up from his comic book, startled, as Mr. Johnson the school principal walked into the room. "Class, as you already know, since Miss Caroline's unfortunate, er... accident, we have had some trouble finding a substitute teacher to teach this class."
Malcolm could have sworn the principal looked right at him, as though he knew that it was Malcolm who messed up the codes directing the
rocket launcher. Was it his fault Miss Caroline was talking to the janitor that day? Or his fault she was pregnant? He couldn't possibly have known what would happen. Besides, it was his friends who actually fired the rocket. As Malcolm was thinking, with terror, about what his
mother would say if she found out about that little incident, his thoughts were halted by one of his Kreylboyne friends, Stevie Kanarban poking him in the side. "Malcolm..." wheezed Stevie, who as usual sounded as though he were struggling to stay alive. Malcolm, his daydreaming interrupted, looked up to hear Mr. Johnson say "... so let me introduce your new teacher, Mr. Carey."
For all of his worrying, Malcolm had failed to notice the tall, dark haired man standing beside the principal. 'Wow,' thought Malcolm looking at
Mr. Carey, 'they finally found someone brave enough to teach the Kreylboyne class.' Since Miss Caroline had been gone, the class had been told to use the day for quiet study and reading. Occasionally the teacher in the next room had stopped in to check on them. None of the schools regular substitutes would teach the class, probably because of the rumors about some of the students in it. Mr. Carey stepped forward, and began to more properly introduce himself while the principal quietly slipped out of the room, almost afraid that if he stayed any longer something bad would happen. "As Mr. Johnson just told you, my name is Mr. Carey, but I'd prefer it if you called me Jarod."
Malcolm's friend Dabney put his hand up and waved it in the air like a maniac. "Yes," said Jarod quietly. "I'm sorry, but I feel that by telling us to refer to you on a first name basis, you are upsetting the precious social customs that we've all by now become familiar with. I must regretfully decline your request, Mr. Carey."
'Well,' thought Malcolm, 'trust Dabney to make a big deal out of a little thing.' Dabney had always been upset that Miss Caroline used her first name. He felt it would lead to anarchy. Then again, Dabney felt everything would lead to anarchy. "Well, I really don't mind if you call me Mr. Carey, but I would prefer it the other way..." he paused to look at the class seating plan, "...Dabney."
The man was obviously taken aback by the boy's bluntness. It took him a minute to compose himself. "Now," said Jarod, continuing, "
I would like for all of us to get to know each other a little better, so why don't you each tell me something about yourselves. You first, uh..." he paused to check the seating plan again, "... David."
"Well, my psychiatrist says that I have acute attention deficit disorder and that I show signs of paranoid delusions. She says there's a good chance that one day I'll snap."
This was most definitely not the answer Jarod was expecting, and so once again he had to compose himself. 'This class is definitely going to be an interesting one to teach' Jarod realized, as each student told him a little more than he wanted to know.
TBC...