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: Please, keep sending feedback. I really have to thank everybody for the extremely positive response I've been getting for this series. Thank you so much. For all you who've been following this story, now it's really going to start getting good! And please, vote for me in the Pretender Fanfiction Awards 2001!
Jarod in the Middle (Part 6)
by SpaceCadet
Jarod trudged down the empty street in the pouring rain. There was no reason for him to be walking. He was just bored and walking seemed like the thing to do. The cloudy gray skies seemed to match his gloomy mood. He was depressed. He had been fired. And it was on a job that was supposed to be a break from Pretending. He didn't know what he was going to do now, or where he was going to go. He could probably talk to Sydney but for some reason he didn't feel like calling him. In fact, he didn't really feel like doing anything at all.
Parker shook her umbrella off as she sat down at the booth in the small diner. She and the others had spent the whole morning looking all over the city for Jarod. They had talked to the clerk at the convenience store and done a thorough search of all the buildings in the surrounding area and they had come up with nothing. Annoyed, Parker gave a glaring look to Sydney. "Well, Syd... we've now spent the entire morning searching for your little labrat and come up with nothing. Any thoughts?"
"Well..." said Sydney thoughtfully "Perhaps Jarod led us here on purpose to find something. Maybe there is something here he wants us to uncover..."
"I don't..." Broots cut in nervously "I don't think that's it, Sydney."
"Oh." said Parker mockingly "and why is that?"
"Because" replied Broots "Because Jarod just walked by..."
Before he could even finish his sentence Parker had also seen Jarod pass and had taken off out the door and into the rain.
"Parker..." yelled Sydney from the doorway, but it was too late. She couldn't hear him. "Broots, come on." Sydney ordered, and they both took off after her.
Jarod was walking along with his shoulders hunched and his head down, thinking about his current problem when he heard a shout from behind him. He instantly recognized the voice of Sydney. Almost without thinking he took off down the sidewalk. Thinking that maybe he was running for no reason and maybe it was his imagination he briefly looked behind him and caught a glimpse of Parker running down the sidewalk behind him trying not to trip in her expensive black heels. He turned back around and took off across the road as quickly as his legs would move him, all the while constantly turning around to see if she was still chasing him. He had almost lost her when...
Malcolm sat solemnly in his mothers car on the way home from school. She had come and picked him and his brothers up because of the rain. He was still thinking about his teacher. Well... former teacher now. He felt really bad that he had gotten him fired. However, he still hoped that the principal didn't find out he and his friends were behind the prank. His mother would ground him for life! He was lost in his thoughts when...
WHAM!
"Oh my God!" said Lois, putting on the brakes so hard that they let out a piercing shriek. "Oh my God!" She got out of the car and walked around to the front to look at the figure lying unconscious on the ground there. "Oh my God. Boys! Boys! Get out of the car!"
"Cool. Did we kill him?" said Reese.
"NO, we didn't... well I don't think we killed him." replied Lois, noticing the blood that was starting to pool underneath the body.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Malcolm worriedly. "It's my teacher!"
"Hey, it is. Well... let's get him in the car, and we'll take him to the hospital, I guess..." replied Lois at a loss for words.
Parker ran as fast as she could at the sound of the screeching brakes. 'Damnit Sydney!' she thought. 'I would have had him if he hadn't opened his big mouth.' After Sydney had yelled to her, Jarod had taken off like a shot and gotten a couple of blocks ahead of her. She ran around the corner expecting to have caught up with Jarod again and instead found noone. She looked around. There was noone around. Soon, Sydney came jogging up, with Broots not far behind him.
"Shit!" yelled Parker. "He disappeared again."
"Wh... where did he go?" asked Broots, confused.
"I don't know, idiot. If I knew I wouldn't be standing here, would I?" Parker replied angrily. "Let's get back to the hotel, Syd. He might turn up again."
"I doubt it, Miss Parker. If Jarod knows we're here he'll leave town for sure."
"Yeah well I don't feel like going back to the Centre just yet. We'll get the jet back tommorow."
And with that she turned around and walked away, leaving the other two to follow behind.
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: Please, keep sending feedback. I really have to thank everybody for the extremely positive response I've been getting for this series. Thank you so much. For all you who've been following this story, now it's really going to start getting good! And please, vote for me in the Pretender Fanfiction Awards 2001!
Jarod in the Middle (Part 6)
by SpaceCadet
Jarod trudged down the empty street in the pouring rain. There was no reason for him to be walking. He was just bored and walking seemed like the thing to do. The cloudy gray skies seemed to match his gloomy mood. He was depressed. He had been fired. And it was on a job that was supposed to be a break from Pretending. He didn't know what he was going to do now, or where he was going to go. He could probably talk to Sydney but for some reason he didn't feel like calling him. In fact, he didn't really feel like doing anything at all.
Parker shook her umbrella off as she sat down at the booth in the small diner. She and the others had spent the whole morning looking all over the city for Jarod. They had talked to the clerk at the convenience store and done a thorough search of all the buildings in the surrounding area and they had come up with nothing. Annoyed, Parker gave a glaring look to Sydney. "Well, Syd... we've now spent the entire morning searching for your little labrat and come up with nothing. Any thoughts?"
"Well..." said Sydney thoughtfully "Perhaps Jarod led us here on purpose to find something. Maybe there is something here he wants us to uncover..."
"I don't..." Broots cut in nervously "I don't think that's it, Sydney."
"Oh." said Parker mockingly "and why is that?"
"Because" replied Broots "Because Jarod just walked by..."
Before he could even finish his sentence Parker had also seen Jarod pass and had taken off out the door and into the rain.
"Parker..." yelled Sydney from the doorway, but it was too late. She couldn't hear him. "Broots, come on." Sydney ordered, and they both took off after her.
Jarod was walking along with his shoulders hunched and his head down, thinking about his current problem when he heard a shout from behind him. He instantly recognized the voice of Sydney. Almost without thinking he took off down the sidewalk. Thinking that maybe he was running for no reason and maybe it was his imagination he briefly looked behind him and caught a glimpse of Parker running down the sidewalk behind him trying not to trip in her expensive black heels. He turned back around and took off across the road as quickly as his legs would move him, all the while constantly turning around to see if she was still chasing him. He had almost lost her when...
Malcolm sat solemnly in his mothers car on the way home from school. She had come and picked him and his brothers up because of the rain. He was still thinking about his teacher. Well... former teacher now. He felt really bad that he had gotten him fired. However, he still hoped that the principal didn't find out he and his friends were behind the prank. His mother would ground him for life! He was lost in his thoughts when...
WHAM!
"Oh my God!" said Lois, putting on the brakes so hard that they let out a piercing shriek. "Oh my God!" She got out of the car and walked around to the front to look at the figure lying unconscious on the ground there. "Oh my God. Boys! Boys! Get out of the car!"
"Cool. Did we kill him?" said Reese.
"NO, we didn't... well I don't think we killed him." replied Lois, noticing the blood that was starting to pool underneath the body.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Malcolm worriedly. "It's my teacher!"
"Hey, it is. Well... let's get him in the car, and we'll take him to the hospital, I guess..." replied Lois at a loss for words.
Parker ran as fast as she could at the sound of the screeching brakes. 'Damnit Sydney!' she thought. 'I would have had him if he hadn't opened his big mouth.' After Sydney had yelled to her, Jarod had taken off like a shot and gotten a couple of blocks ahead of her. She ran around the corner expecting to have caught up with Jarod again and instead found noone. She looked around. There was noone around. Soon, Sydney came jogging up, with Broots not far behind him.
"Shit!" yelled Parker. "He disappeared again."
"Wh... where did he go?" asked Broots, confused.
"I don't know, idiot. If I knew I wouldn't be standing here, would I?" Parker replied angrily. "Let's get back to the hotel, Syd. He might turn up again."
"I doubt it, Miss Parker. If Jarod knows we're here he'll leave town for sure."
"Yeah well I don't feel like going back to the Centre just yet. We'll get the jet back tommorow."
And with that she turned around and walked away, leaving the other two to follow behind.