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: Hey, for all you people who have been sending feedback, again I have to say Thank You so much! Not much else to add except VOTE FOR ME IN THE PRETENDER FANFIC AWARDS 2001!! (in two categories!)
Jarod in the Middle (Part 7)
by SpaceCadet
"Wh...where am I?" Jarod asked groggily.
"Mom... he woke up." yelled Reese from the back seat, where he was crammed in next to Jarod.
"What happened?" Jarod asked.
"I hit you with the car. Sorry."
"Mrs. Wilkerson? You hit me with the... the car?"
"Yes. And listen, I may have been the one to hit you, but it's not my fault. You were the one who darted in front of the car like that. I mean, geez it's a wonder you're not dead. In fact you're bleeding enough that you might not last much longer."
She was right. Jarod knew it. He could feel the blood oozing and drying onto his left side and his forehead. He was dizzy and his head hurt like hell. After taking a few moments to pull himself together and concentrate on not losing consciousness again, he remembered the reason that he had run out in front of the car.
"Where are we going?" Jarod croaked, panicking.
"We're going to the hospital." Malcolm said calmly, turning around from his seat in the front of the car.
"Malcolm..." said Jarod, beginning to put the situation together in his mind. "Malcolm we have to turn around."
"What?" screeched Lois. "We are not turning this car around. You need serious medical help."
"Please..." begged Jarod. "You don't understand. I went to medical school... I can tell you how to help me, but we can't go to a hospital. Please..."
"Mom..." stated Malcolm seriously, "He sounds really serious."
Without a word, Lois pulled the car around in a sharp U-Turn and headed in the opposite direction back towards the house.
"Fine... but if you are involved in anything illegal I'm turning you in, just so you know."
"Thank you..." said Jarod, nearly losing consciousness again.
As Parker walked away, Broots and Sydney stayed behind for a few moments before Broots shrugged and walked after her. Sydney, however, had noticed something worrisome. On the road, nearly faded away in the pounding rain, he could vaguely make out a blood stain. Thinking back, he remembered the screeching brakes that he had barely heard while chasing after Parker and Jarod. He began to worry that maybe Jarod had not disappeared at all, but had been in a car accident. The way he had been sprinting through the streets it would be entirely possible. After thinking about it for a moment though, Sydney decided that he wouldn't tell Parker or Broots about his thoughts just yet. Perhaps he would phone a local hospital and find out what had happened himself first. He nervously walked away from the street to where he knew Parker and Broots would be waiting for him.
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: Hey, for all you people who have been sending feedback, again I have to say Thank You so much! Not much else to add except VOTE FOR ME IN THE PRETENDER FANFIC AWARDS 2001!! (in two categories!)
Jarod in the Middle (Part 7)
by SpaceCadet
"Wh...where am I?" Jarod asked groggily.
"Mom... he woke up." yelled Reese from the back seat, where he was crammed in next to Jarod.
"What happened?" Jarod asked.
"I hit you with the car. Sorry."
"Mrs. Wilkerson? You hit me with the... the car?"
"Yes. And listen, I may have been the one to hit you, but it's not my fault. You were the one who darted in front of the car like that. I mean, geez it's a wonder you're not dead. In fact you're bleeding enough that you might not last much longer."
She was right. Jarod knew it. He could feel the blood oozing and drying onto his left side and his forehead. He was dizzy and his head hurt like hell. After taking a few moments to pull himself together and concentrate on not losing consciousness again, he remembered the reason that he had run out in front of the car.
"Where are we going?" Jarod croaked, panicking.
"We're going to the hospital." Malcolm said calmly, turning around from his seat in the front of the car.
"Malcolm..." said Jarod, beginning to put the situation together in his mind. "Malcolm we have to turn around."
"What?" screeched Lois. "We are not turning this car around. You need serious medical help."
"Please..." begged Jarod. "You don't understand. I went to medical school... I can tell you how to help me, but we can't go to a hospital. Please..."
"Mom..." stated Malcolm seriously, "He sounds really serious."
Without a word, Lois pulled the car around in a sharp U-Turn and headed in the opposite direction back towards the house.
"Fine... but if you are involved in anything illegal I'm turning you in, just so you know."
"Thank you..." said Jarod, nearly losing consciousness again.
As Parker walked away, Broots and Sydney stayed behind for a few moments before Broots shrugged and walked after her. Sydney, however, had noticed something worrisome. On the road, nearly faded away in the pounding rain, he could vaguely make out a blood stain. Thinking back, he remembered the screeching brakes that he had barely heard while chasing after Parker and Jarod. He began to worry that maybe Jarod had not disappeared at all, but had been in a car accident. The way he had been sprinting through the streets it would be entirely possible. After thinking about it for a moment though, Sydney decided that he wouldn't tell Parker or Broots about his thoughts just yet. Perhaps he would phone a local hospital and find out what had happened himself first. He nervously walked away from the street to where he knew Parker and Broots would be waiting for him.