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: For those of you who would like these parts to be longer, you're in luck. This parts one of the longest yet! Enjoy, and don't forget to vote for me in the Pretender Fanfiction Awards 2001 throughout the entire month of June!
Jarod in the Middle (Part 9)
by SpaceCadet
The next day, a very groggy Jarod awoke to the smell of burnt toast, and the sound of Malcolm and his brothers arguing. He tried to get up but found that his body ached too much for him to get very far. He tried to remember exactly what had happened the day before, but everything had happened so fast that it was all a blur. All he knew was that he had been fired from his job because of a prank played by Malcolm, and then his mother had run him down with her car. 'Boy,' he thought with a smile, 'I should really get out of here. If I stay here much longer this family will probably kill me. In fact, they very nearly did.' He was about to attempt once more to get up when he noticed a small boy, whom he assumed was the youngest brother, staring at him from the chair next to the couch. "Hello" he said with a moan as a new wave of pain came over him. "What's your name?"
"Dewey." replied Dewey. "Are you evil?"
"No." Jarod answered, taken aback by the question.
"You're not?" asked Dewey innocently.
"No, I'm not." replied Jarod. "What would make you think that?"
"My brother says that you're evil and that you've come to kidnap me and take me away from my family forever, which I said would be OK because then he couldn't always pick on me, but then
he said that when you took me away you would eat me, and use my bones to summon evil spirits."
"He did?" said Jarod amused, but also shocked. "Well, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not evil."
"Oh." said Dewey. "OK." And with that he left the room, leaving Jarod to painfully pull himself into an upright position. He slowly stood up and stumbled into the tiny kitchen, flinching from the pain after each step. He entered the cramped room to see Lois screaming at the eldest brothers and Hal calmly reading a newspaper amidst the various toys and spilled food that littered the kitchen table. Hal looked up and noticed Jarod standing there, and gestured for him to sit down. He did so carefully and painfully and took a moment to steady himself before looking back up at Hal. "Good morning." said Jarod.
"Good morning," said Hal. "Mr..."
"Just Jarod will do." Jarod finished for him.
"Aah... well good morning Jarod. Feeling any better this morning?" Hal replied cheerfully, oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. Jarod, however, was not. His temples throbbed and a wave of nausea and dizziness passed over him before he had a chance to reply.
"I can see you're not. My wife told me about what happened, and I'm uh... I'm really sorry. It's just that with four boys it gets a little distracting sometimes... I'm sure she didn't mean it." Hal continued
"Hal!" Lois shrieked, "Of course I didn't mean it. Geez, will you stick up for me please. And I was not distracted, in fact it wasn't my fault." With this sentence she turned to Jarod. "If YOU had not been sprinting across the road like a madman than maybe I wouldn't have hit you. And by the way, why in God's name were you running like that anyway, I mean you weren't even looking where you were going! What kind of a moron takes off like that into the middle of traffic?"
"Ma'am," Jarod shouted as loud as he could without throwing up, "Maybe if your child hadn't gotten me fired from my job then I wouldn't have been wandering around outside in the rain. Then you wouldn't have hit me, either! We can put all the blame we want on people but it doesn't change anything..." As soon as the words came out of his mouth he regretted them. He had no concrete proof that Malcolm had any part in the prank. It was just an assumption he had made based on the boy's past history. He watched in half horror as the angry woman turned on Malcolm like a hungry wolf.
"You got him fired!" Lois exploded at Malcolm. "You never told me that! I can't believe this. Well, you are grounded for one month, Mister. That's right, you are grounded! That means no TV, no video games. Oh no, you are going to sit in this house and twiddle your thumbs for the next month!"
She turned back to Jarod, but this time her expression was softer and she was much less angry. "I am so sorry, I had no idea he had gotten you fired. And now thanks to us you have hospital bills. God I am so sorry. Are you OK?"
"Malcolm, I can't believe this!" she yelled to her son. "You know what, why don't you stay here for a few days?" she said to Jarod. "I mean, with no job and in your condition you're not going to be able to do much."
Jarod thought about it for a moment and realized that she had unintentionally been extremely right. With Parker and the Centre in town and him hurt the chances of him getting caught had significantly risen, and they'd probably found his lair which meant he couldn't go back to his place anyways. It was a good thing he had stowed the DSA's in a locker at the bus station. "I guess that would work. It would only be for a few days though... but where would I sleep, and I have no clothes..."
"Well, the couch pulls out so I could set that up for you. And I'm sure Hal could run back to your place and grab some of your things for you, or you could borrow his... that all right with you Hal?" she said, taking charge.
"Oh, I have no problem with that." her husband replied.
And so once again Jarod was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. He barely had a chance to blink before Lois was in the living room arranging furniture and bedding and making room for him. 'Well,' he thought, 'At least it will be an interesting few days.'
Malcolm couldn't believe it. He had thought that Jarod was so cool and had been so worried about getting him fired, and now his former teacher had totally ratted him out to his mom! 'Well,' he thought, 'if Jarod's staying with us, that gives me every opportunity to take my revenge...'
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: For those of you who would like these parts to be longer, you're in luck. This parts one of the longest yet! Enjoy, and don't forget to vote for me in the Pretender Fanfiction Awards 2001 throughout the entire month of June!
Jarod in the Middle (Part 9)
by SpaceCadet
The next day, a very groggy Jarod awoke to the smell of burnt toast, and the sound of Malcolm and his brothers arguing. He tried to get up but found that his body ached too much for him to get very far. He tried to remember exactly what had happened the day before, but everything had happened so fast that it was all a blur. All he knew was that he had been fired from his job because of a prank played by Malcolm, and then his mother had run him down with her car. 'Boy,' he thought with a smile, 'I should really get out of here. If I stay here much longer this family will probably kill me. In fact, they very nearly did.' He was about to attempt once more to get up when he noticed a small boy, whom he assumed was the youngest brother, staring at him from the chair next to the couch. "Hello" he said with a moan as a new wave of pain came over him. "What's your name?"
"Dewey." replied Dewey. "Are you evil?"
"No." Jarod answered, taken aback by the question.
"You're not?" asked Dewey innocently.
"No, I'm not." replied Jarod. "What would make you think that?"
"My brother says that you're evil and that you've come to kidnap me and take me away from my family forever, which I said would be OK because then he couldn't always pick on me, but then
he said that when you took me away you would eat me, and use my bones to summon evil spirits."
"He did?" said Jarod amused, but also shocked. "Well, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not evil."
"Oh." said Dewey. "OK." And with that he left the room, leaving Jarod to painfully pull himself into an upright position. He slowly stood up and stumbled into the tiny kitchen, flinching from the pain after each step. He entered the cramped room to see Lois screaming at the eldest brothers and Hal calmly reading a newspaper amidst the various toys and spilled food that littered the kitchen table. Hal looked up and noticed Jarod standing there, and gestured for him to sit down. He did so carefully and painfully and took a moment to steady himself before looking back up at Hal. "Good morning." said Jarod.
"Good morning," said Hal. "Mr..."
"Just Jarod will do." Jarod finished for him.
"Aah... well good morning Jarod. Feeling any better this morning?" Hal replied cheerfully, oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. Jarod, however, was not. His temples throbbed and a wave of nausea and dizziness passed over him before he had a chance to reply.
"I can see you're not. My wife told me about what happened, and I'm uh... I'm really sorry. It's just that with four boys it gets a little distracting sometimes... I'm sure she didn't mean it." Hal continued
"Hal!" Lois shrieked, "Of course I didn't mean it. Geez, will you stick up for me please. And I was not distracted, in fact it wasn't my fault." With this sentence she turned to Jarod. "If YOU had not been sprinting across the road like a madman than maybe I wouldn't have hit you. And by the way, why in God's name were you running like that anyway, I mean you weren't even looking where you were going! What kind of a moron takes off like that into the middle of traffic?"
"Ma'am," Jarod shouted as loud as he could without throwing up, "Maybe if your child hadn't gotten me fired from my job then I wouldn't have been wandering around outside in the rain. Then you wouldn't have hit me, either! We can put all the blame we want on people but it doesn't change anything..." As soon as the words came out of his mouth he regretted them. He had no concrete proof that Malcolm had any part in the prank. It was just an assumption he had made based on the boy's past history. He watched in half horror as the angry woman turned on Malcolm like a hungry wolf.
"You got him fired!" Lois exploded at Malcolm. "You never told me that! I can't believe this. Well, you are grounded for one month, Mister. That's right, you are grounded! That means no TV, no video games. Oh no, you are going to sit in this house and twiddle your thumbs for the next month!"
She turned back to Jarod, but this time her expression was softer and she was much less angry. "I am so sorry, I had no idea he had gotten you fired. And now thanks to us you have hospital bills. God I am so sorry. Are you OK?"
"Malcolm, I can't believe this!" she yelled to her son. "You know what, why don't you stay here for a few days?" she said to Jarod. "I mean, with no job and in your condition you're not going to be able to do much."
Jarod thought about it for a moment and realized that she had unintentionally been extremely right. With Parker and the Centre in town and him hurt the chances of him getting caught had significantly risen, and they'd probably found his lair which meant he couldn't go back to his place anyways. It was a good thing he had stowed the DSA's in a locker at the bus station. "I guess that would work. It would only be for a few days though... but where would I sleep, and I have no clothes..."
"Well, the couch pulls out so I could set that up for you. And I'm sure Hal could run back to your place and grab some of your things for you, or you could borrow his... that all right with you Hal?" she said, taking charge.
"Oh, I have no problem with that." her husband replied.
And so once again Jarod was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. He barely had a chance to blink before Lois was in the living room arranging furniture and bedding and making room for him. 'Well,' he thought, 'At least it will be an interesting few days.'
Malcolm couldn't believe it. He had thought that Jarod was so cool and had been so worried about getting him fired, and now his former teacher had totally ratted him out to his mom! 'Well,' he thought, 'if Jarod's staying with us, that gives me every opportunity to take my revenge...'