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 VOTE FOR ME AT THE PRETENDER FANFICTION AWARDS 2001!!!!!
Jarod in the Middle (Part 8)
by SpaceCadet
Once the car had screeched to a halt in the driveway, Lois quickly got out and helped Jarod into the house, practically carrying him. "Well... are you three just going to stand there?" she complained. Quickly the three boys rushed out of the car to help their mother get the bleeding man into the house. 'I hope he doesn't die or something' thought Malcolm as he helped lay his teacher down on the couch.
Jarod moaned and groaned as the family helped him get comfortable on their couch. He could barely keep awake, he was in so much pain, but he knew if he fell asleep he might not wake up. "OK..." he croaked. "Mrs. Wilkerson do you have any bandages... or even better, a needle. You might have to stitch my wounds up. Are you OK with that?"
"Jarod, I am the mother of four troublemaking boys. There is no kind of wound I haven't seen before. I'm fine with it."
"Good." replied Jarod as Lois went to the kitchen and retrieved the things they would need from the first aid kit. "I guess we'll start then."
Sydney hung up the phone in his hotel room , relieved. None of the hospitals in the area had a patient come in matching Jarod's description. He had even called the police station to be sure, but there had been no reports of hit and runs in the area either. Sydney had nothing to worry about. He knew that Jarod was probably fine and planning some new pretender somewhere, but for some reason, he still couldn't shake the feeling that the blood he had seen in the alleyway had meant something...
After two and a half hours of painfully being bandaged and stitched up with no anesthesia, Jarod finally felt that it was safe to sleep, and he quickly fell into a deep slumber. Lois had just given Dewey a bath and put him to bed and was tidying up the medical equipment when her husband walked in the door,whistling to himself. "Hey Hal." she called out.
"Hello." he said, walking into the living room and kissing her sweetly on the lips before noticing Jarod lying on the couch.
"Honey?" he asked confused. "Why is there a bleeding man lying on our couch?"
"Oh." replied Lois calmly. "He's Malcolm's teacher, remember? We accidently ran into him with the car this afternoon."
"OK then," replied Hal, still confused but not wanting to continue the conversation, "I hope you left some dinner out for me..."
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 VOTE FOR ME AT THE PRETENDER FANFICTION AWARDS 2001!!!!!
Jarod in the Middle (Part 8)
by SpaceCadet
Once the car had screeched to a halt in the driveway, Lois quickly got out and helped Jarod into the house, practically carrying him. "Well... are you three just going to stand there?" she complained. Quickly the three boys rushed out of the car to help their mother get the bleeding man into the house. 'I hope he doesn't die or something' thought Malcolm as he helped lay his teacher down on the couch.
Jarod moaned and groaned as the family helped him get comfortable on their couch. He could barely keep awake, he was in so much pain, but he knew if he fell asleep he might not wake up. "OK..." he croaked. "Mrs. Wilkerson do you have any bandages... or even better, a needle. You might have to stitch my wounds up. Are you OK with that?"
"Jarod, I am the mother of four troublemaking boys. There is no kind of wound I haven't seen before. I'm fine with it."
"Good." replied Jarod as Lois went to the kitchen and retrieved the things they would need from the first aid kit. "I guess we'll start then."
Sydney hung up the phone in his hotel room , relieved. None of the hospitals in the area had a patient come in matching Jarod's description. He had even called the police station to be sure, but there had been no reports of hit and runs in the area either. Sydney had nothing to worry about. He knew that Jarod was probably fine and planning some new pretender somewhere, but for some reason, he still couldn't shake the feeling that the blood he had seen in the alleyway had meant something...
After two and a half hours of painfully being bandaged and stitched up with no anesthesia, Jarod finally felt that it was safe to sleep, and he quickly fell into a deep slumber. Lois had just given Dewey a bath and put him to bed and was tidying up the medical equipment when her husband walked in the door,whistling to himself. "Hey Hal." she called out.
"Hello." he said, walking into the living room and kissing her sweetly on the lips before noticing Jarod lying on the couch.
"Honey?" he asked confused. "Why is there a bleeding man lying on our couch?"
"Oh." replied Lois calmly. "He's Malcolm's teacher, remember? We accidently ran into him with the car this afternoon."
"OK then," replied Hal, still confused but not wanting to continue the conversation, "I hope you left some dinner out for me..."