Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The
Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas Don't Read!! Also I'm not done writing this story.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 1 Dream
Jarod was sicker than he could ever remember being. He canceled his latest pretend, gone home taken the medication the doctor had given him, and then crawled into bed just after seven. In his apartment he rapidly fell into sleep that at first, had been peaceful and a break from aches and pains caused by the flu.
But sometime during the night, that all changed. A dream came, a dream about Miss Parker and him. There have been dreams since he left the center, vague, unformed dreams that left him frustrated and restless the next day. But he wasn't prepared for this dream, maybe it came from the medication, but whatever it was, the dream was lifelike and clear.
A young Miss Parker with soft sleek long hair, slender beauty, and those blue eyes. He saw himself reach out for her, his hands touching her silky skin. The fascination and attraction he experienced from his first glimpse of her in the Centre Simm lab were still there-a basic, disturbing reality in the dream. He could see himself going to her, wild need filling in, surrounding him, threatening smother him.
The dream was filled with a hunger that had a life of its own. He saw himself reach out for her, his hands touching her silky skin. He could feel heat consume his world that had been filled with only coldness until then. He felt her breasts in his hands, her lips pressing against his. He felt himself melting into her. Becoming one with her there was no division between them. One need, one hunger and becoming just one person.
A single jarring moment all that dissolved. She was ripped away from him and Jarod's only reality was solitude. There was no contact, no heat, and no satisfaction. Then he realized a laptop was beeping.
He woke with a sickening jolt. His ragged breathing was punctuated by the beeping of the laptop. The sheets were tangled around his naked body, he pushed himself upright in the mussel bed. The room was cold light of morning, and a sudden sense of loss all but choked him. Emptiness echoed around him and his skin was heavy with moisture.
The laptop on the nightstand beeped again, and with one swipe at his stamp face, he reaches for the mouse. Clicking the mailbox icon Jarod could see his father Major Charles.
"Jarod, Thank God, the center almost caught us. A few minutes, that's all we beat them by. I don't even know how they found us. That man Lyle is dangerous. We need to meet at a secure location. We have many things to discuss." Jarod and Major Charles talk over possible location sites to meet. When both men are satisfied over the location site to meet they terminate the video e-mail.
Jarod sank against the softness of the bed. Damn. He didn't need this. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now was the Centre. 'Guess it is time the games started.' He sits back up and types in the e-mail for Broots.
Brentwood hotel Miss Parker's room
Miss Parker was just on her way out of her Brentwood hotel room when the phone rang. Hurrying back to the phone by the bed, she picked up the phone, "What?"
"Miss Parker."
"Mary? Mary Jackson?" Miss Parker was surprised to hear from her old friend. She lived in an old mansion not very far from where Miss Parker was staying. Her place overlooked the ocean.
"Yes, it's me. I was wondering if maybe you could come up and see me. Since I know your in town, and mostly to be leaving town soon. Seeing how it's been a long time since you were here last." The voice was soft but forceful. "Today."
"Fine, I will come and see you," relents Miss Parker.
Brentwood hotel Syd and Broots room
"God, things have changed around here since she got back from the Scottish Isles. The death of her father, or is it her uncle . whatever. Raines now has control of the Centre. Hell, Lyle now takes ever opportunity to drag her down."
"Miss Parker is changing, Jarod I'm not so sure that's good. Lately, she is more secretive then normal, even for Miss Parker. Sydney has noticed it too. She is turning away from us." Broots rattles on.
She could hear them talking from the hallway. 'Things have changed, so many things.' Sighing deeply, she braces herself. Grabbing a hold of the door handle she turns the knob and pulls an open. The door swooshes, her stiletto heels clicking as she enters. She spies both men behind the desk in front of her.
"Broots!" shouts Miss Parker making him jump. Then softly "Syd, I am going *out* today, if you need me call me otherwise I don't want to hear it." With that said she walks out of the hotel room.
"Well, I see Miss Parker is finally taking a break for herself. So tell me, what's Lyle been up too lately?" ponders Jarod.
Broots starts to fidget with the mouse. Jarod studies the two men before men. His mentor, who had tried and failed to protect him from the nastier side of the Centre, to Broots, who was acting like he was trying to hide. Staring intensely at Broots caused an increased in his fidgeting.
"All right! Stop staring at me. Word has it that Lyle had a hot tip from an inside source regarding the whereabouts of certain members of your family," mumbles Broots. "The car that Lyle was driving blew out a tire, which is the only reason members of your family made it out of there."
"Was Miss Parker involved in this?" demands Jarod, his finger tapping on his leg. "No," answers Sydney "She knew nothing about it until we got here. Lyle's plan was approved by Raines."
Sometime later Jarod's lair
"Syd I will call you later." Jarod mutters as he ends the video e-mail. The sound of a car caught his attention, and he stared through his second floor bedroom window with some interest at the vehicle coming up the lane. It was a classic racing silver E-Types jaguar of the nineteen sixties.
His neighbor an elderly looking women bounced out of her door, a delighted smile across her face. Jarod tensed. His hooded dark eyes suddenly flared as he watched the driver get out of the car. His dream materialized not more then thirty feet from him. 'What, how did she find me!' Miss Parker dressed in a clinging blue sundress. Her hair was now a wedge cut that made her face delicate looking.
Their voices floated up on the cool air and Jarod's dark brows drew together in a frown. He watched the two women embrace. Jarod hardly heard the conversation. He took a step back and half concealed by the velvet drapes at the window, he watched.
He saw her glance around her, moving back further so he could see her and she couldn't see him. He saw her glance up at his window; she shudders and quickly the two women go into the house. 'What is she up to?'
Jarod's lair Nighttime
He was dreaming again, this time it felt more real. He needed this dream. He wanted to breathe in her perform hear her soft moans of desire. He could almost feel her soft sleek hair was tickling his noise. Her slender form felt right in his arms. And those blue eyes staring into his with wide eye hunger.
Stroking her body he could hear her moans, he pushed his hands throw her hair, dragging her mouth to his for a long awaited kiss.
She shuddered as his hands slid caressingly over her shoulders and closed firmly around her upper arms. Jarod lifted her up and buried his face in the valley between her breasts. He moved ever so slightly, his mouth covering the tip of her breast. He could hear her grasping. He felt her hand in his hair, he heard her mutter, "Put me down."
"I will," Jarod said silkily, lowering her so they were face to face "as soon as I find the bedroom." Suddenly Jarod found Miss parker sprawled on his bed. Jarod joined her on the bed. His muscular chest, light covering of black curling body hair, he felt her breasts against his chest. Raking his hand through her hair, her lifted her head and his mouth covered hers.
His hands continued to explore her body cupping her breasts; he pulled his mouth away for her lips to feast on one her aroused breasts. He heard her groan out loud and arched against him. He felt her fingers caressing his scalp. Moving slightly to give the same erotic concentration to her other breast he mutter words of endearment.
Jarod's hand traced the indentation of her waist, down over her stomach and across her thighs. She shuddered as his long fingers stroked across her inner thigh and tangled in the dark red curls.
Her slender arms moved around his broad back, her fingers tracing the line of his spine. She moved under him brushing her breasts against his chest. Her hand slide down his back and curved around his bottom. Nudging her legs apart, his lips grounded against her in a hungry, rapacious kiss, while his finger prepared her to take him inside her. Again he looked into her wide deep blue eyes, all he saw was a hunger that matched his own.
He drove into her with a fierce, thrusting motion. Slowly he pulled himself out only to repeat the motion, he could hear her moaning in his ears, which only served to stir him to greater heights. Under him he could feel her tightening against him. She started to beg, he started to speed up and go faster which only served to increase her moaning in pleasure. All at once she was coming on him her organism triggered his. Putting his head down next to hers he could smell her perfume along with his sent, Jarod fell into a dead sleep, dreaming no more of his phantom.
Jarod's lair The next day 9am
Daylight seeps in the room, the light of the sunrays slowly awakens Jarod. Dazed he looks around the sheets were tangled around his naked body; he sees a bottle of perfume, combs, stockings and several pairs of shoes. All female things. 'Maybe last night wasn't just a dream, maybe it was real.' He hears footsteps approaching his bedroom. Slow but steady 'not her usual fast pace.'
Thinking fast, Jarod decides that maybe his lady needs time to pull herself together, so he puts his head on the pillow pretends to be asleep. His bedroom door swooshes open. Footsteps coming closer to him, a hand shakes his shoulder.
"Jarod. honey, are you going to stay in bed all day?"
Eyes' popping open Jarod sees Zoe standing in front of him. His heart gave sickening jolt, his body revolted from her touch. "No, I'm getting up now." He quickly jumps out of bed before Zoe could think to join him. "How long how you been here?"
"Oh, since sometime last night, boy you were really out of it. Your father issued a direct order to leave you alone. " Zoe says as she walks away from him "Breakfast is ready."
Staring at her retreating from, Jarod struggles to put the past 24 hours in perspective putting all the facts that he can recall in order. Pacing around the room, taking in everything. 'What the hell, that dream felt so real.'
Light reflects out something on the floor, an earring. It was a simple diamond stud. Hearing Zoe first before he sees her, Jarod quickly put on some clothes.
"Zoe did you lose an earring?"
"No but you can ask Emily, she loses things all the time."
More to come!! Any questions? Sometimes things aren't what they appear and sometimes they are.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas Don't Read!! Also I'm not done writing this story.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 1 Dream
Jarod was sicker than he could ever remember being. He canceled his latest pretend, gone home taken the medication the doctor had given him, and then crawled into bed just after seven. In his apartment he rapidly fell into sleep that at first, had been peaceful and a break from aches and pains caused by the flu.
But sometime during the night, that all changed. A dream came, a dream about Miss Parker and him. There have been dreams since he left the center, vague, unformed dreams that left him frustrated and restless the next day. But he wasn't prepared for this dream, maybe it came from the medication, but whatever it was, the dream was lifelike and clear.
A young Miss Parker with soft sleek long hair, slender beauty, and those blue eyes. He saw himself reach out for her, his hands touching her silky skin. The fascination and attraction he experienced from his first glimpse of her in the Centre Simm lab were still there-a basic, disturbing reality in the dream. He could see himself going to her, wild need filling in, surrounding him, threatening smother him.
The dream was filled with a hunger that had a life of its own. He saw himself reach out for her, his hands touching her silky skin. He could feel heat consume his world that had been filled with only coldness until then. He felt her breasts in his hands, her lips pressing against his. He felt himself melting into her. Becoming one with her there was no division between them. One need, one hunger and becoming just one person.
A single jarring moment all that dissolved. She was ripped away from him and Jarod's only reality was solitude. There was no contact, no heat, and no satisfaction. Then he realized a laptop was beeping.
He woke with a sickening jolt. His ragged breathing was punctuated by the beeping of the laptop. The sheets were tangled around his naked body, he pushed himself upright in the mussel bed. The room was cold light of morning, and a sudden sense of loss all but choked him. Emptiness echoed around him and his skin was heavy with moisture.
The laptop on the nightstand beeped again, and with one swipe at his stamp face, he reaches for the mouse. Clicking the mailbox icon Jarod could see his father Major Charles.
"Jarod, Thank God, the center almost caught us. A few minutes, that's all we beat them by. I don't even know how they found us. That man Lyle is dangerous. We need to meet at a secure location. We have many things to discuss." Jarod and Major Charles talk over possible location sites to meet. When both men are satisfied over the location site to meet they terminate the video e-mail.
Jarod sank against the softness of the bed. Damn. He didn't need this. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now was the Centre. 'Guess it is time the games started.' He sits back up and types in the e-mail for Broots.
Brentwood hotel Miss Parker's room
Miss Parker was just on her way out of her Brentwood hotel room when the phone rang. Hurrying back to the phone by the bed, she picked up the phone, "What?"
"Miss Parker."
"Mary? Mary Jackson?" Miss Parker was surprised to hear from her old friend. She lived in an old mansion not very far from where Miss Parker was staying. Her place overlooked the ocean.
"Yes, it's me. I was wondering if maybe you could come up and see me. Since I know your in town, and mostly to be leaving town soon. Seeing how it's been a long time since you were here last." The voice was soft but forceful. "Today."
"Fine, I will come and see you," relents Miss Parker.
Brentwood hotel Syd and Broots room
"God, things have changed around here since she got back from the Scottish Isles. The death of her father, or is it her uncle . whatever. Raines now has control of the Centre. Hell, Lyle now takes ever opportunity to drag her down."
"Miss Parker is changing, Jarod I'm not so sure that's good. Lately, she is more secretive then normal, even for Miss Parker. Sydney has noticed it too. She is turning away from us." Broots rattles on.
She could hear them talking from the hallway. 'Things have changed, so many things.' Sighing deeply, she braces herself. Grabbing a hold of the door handle she turns the knob and pulls an open. The door swooshes, her stiletto heels clicking as she enters. She spies both men behind the desk in front of her.
"Broots!" shouts Miss Parker making him jump. Then softly "Syd, I am going *out* today, if you need me call me otherwise I don't want to hear it." With that said she walks out of the hotel room.
"Well, I see Miss Parker is finally taking a break for herself. So tell me, what's Lyle been up too lately?" ponders Jarod.
Broots starts to fidget with the mouse. Jarod studies the two men before men. His mentor, who had tried and failed to protect him from the nastier side of the Centre, to Broots, who was acting like he was trying to hide. Staring intensely at Broots caused an increased in his fidgeting.
"All right! Stop staring at me. Word has it that Lyle had a hot tip from an inside source regarding the whereabouts of certain members of your family," mumbles Broots. "The car that Lyle was driving blew out a tire, which is the only reason members of your family made it out of there."
"Was Miss Parker involved in this?" demands Jarod, his finger tapping on his leg. "No," answers Sydney "She knew nothing about it until we got here. Lyle's plan was approved by Raines."
Sometime later Jarod's lair
"Syd I will call you later." Jarod mutters as he ends the video e-mail. The sound of a car caught his attention, and he stared through his second floor bedroom window with some interest at the vehicle coming up the lane. It was a classic racing silver E-Types jaguar of the nineteen sixties.
His neighbor an elderly looking women bounced out of her door, a delighted smile across her face. Jarod tensed. His hooded dark eyes suddenly flared as he watched the driver get out of the car. His dream materialized not more then thirty feet from him. 'What, how did she find me!' Miss Parker dressed in a clinging blue sundress. Her hair was now a wedge cut that made her face delicate looking.
Their voices floated up on the cool air and Jarod's dark brows drew together in a frown. He watched the two women embrace. Jarod hardly heard the conversation. He took a step back and half concealed by the velvet drapes at the window, he watched.
He saw her glance around her, moving back further so he could see her and she couldn't see him. He saw her glance up at his window; she shudders and quickly the two women go into the house. 'What is she up to?'
Jarod's lair Nighttime
He was dreaming again, this time it felt more real. He needed this dream. He wanted to breathe in her perform hear her soft moans of desire. He could almost feel her soft sleek hair was tickling his noise. Her slender form felt right in his arms. And those blue eyes staring into his with wide eye hunger.
Stroking her body he could hear her moans, he pushed his hands throw her hair, dragging her mouth to his for a long awaited kiss.
She shuddered as his hands slid caressingly over her shoulders and closed firmly around her upper arms. Jarod lifted her up and buried his face in the valley between her breasts. He moved ever so slightly, his mouth covering the tip of her breast. He could hear her grasping. He felt her hand in his hair, he heard her mutter, "Put me down."
"I will," Jarod said silkily, lowering her so they were face to face "as soon as I find the bedroom." Suddenly Jarod found Miss parker sprawled on his bed. Jarod joined her on the bed. His muscular chest, light covering of black curling body hair, he felt her breasts against his chest. Raking his hand through her hair, her lifted her head and his mouth covered hers.
His hands continued to explore her body cupping her breasts; he pulled his mouth away for her lips to feast on one her aroused breasts. He heard her groan out loud and arched against him. He felt her fingers caressing his scalp. Moving slightly to give the same erotic concentration to her other breast he mutter words of endearment.
Jarod's hand traced the indentation of her waist, down over her stomach and across her thighs. She shuddered as his long fingers stroked across her inner thigh and tangled in the dark red curls.
Her slender arms moved around his broad back, her fingers tracing the line of his spine. She moved under him brushing her breasts against his chest. Her hand slide down his back and curved around his bottom. Nudging her legs apart, his lips grounded against her in a hungry, rapacious kiss, while his finger prepared her to take him inside her. Again he looked into her wide deep blue eyes, all he saw was a hunger that matched his own.
He drove into her with a fierce, thrusting motion. Slowly he pulled himself out only to repeat the motion, he could hear her moaning in his ears, which only served to stir him to greater heights. Under him he could feel her tightening against him. She started to beg, he started to speed up and go faster which only served to increase her moaning in pleasure. All at once she was coming on him her organism triggered his. Putting his head down next to hers he could smell her perfume along with his sent, Jarod fell into a dead sleep, dreaming no more of his phantom.
Jarod's lair The next day 9am
Daylight seeps in the room, the light of the sunrays slowly awakens Jarod. Dazed he looks around the sheets were tangled around his naked body; he sees a bottle of perfume, combs, stockings and several pairs of shoes. All female things. 'Maybe last night wasn't just a dream, maybe it was real.' He hears footsteps approaching his bedroom. Slow but steady 'not her usual fast pace.'
Thinking fast, Jarod decides that maybe his lady needs time to pull herself together, so he puts his head on the pillow pretends to be asleep. His bedroom door swooshes open. Footsteps coming closer to him, a hand shakes his shoulder.
"Jarod. honey, are you going to stay in bed all day?"
Eyes' popping open Jarod sees Zoe standing in front of him. His heart gave sickening jolt, his body revolted from her touch. "No, I'm getting up now." He quickly jumps out of bed before Zoe could think to join him. "How long how you been here?"
"Oh, since sometime last night, boy you were really out of it. Your father issued a direct order to leave you alone. " Zoe says as she walks away from him "Breakfast is ready."
Staring at her retreating from, Jarod struggles to put the past 24 hours in perspective putting all the facts that he can recall in order. Pacing around the room, taking in everything. 'What the hell, that dream felt so real.'
Light reflects out something on the floor, an earring. It was a simple diamond stud. Hearing Zoe first before he sees her, Jarod quickly put on some clothes.
"Zoe did you lose an earring?"
"No but you can ask Emily, she loses things all the time."
More to come!! Any questions? Sometimes things aren't what they appear and sometimes they are.