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!! Because is only gets worse. Also I'm not done writing this story. Sorry!!
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 2 Dream
The Centre Simm lab 5:30 P.M.
"Well, boys what have you got for me today?" she asked in a nonchalant tone, though her heart was thumping in triple time. Spying Jarod on the computer screen, she wished he'd act thrilled to see her. After three weeks with nothing but a few very brief phone calls, couldn't he at least pretend seeing her was noteworthy?
"Miss Parker, what are you doing .." Jarod said in a bored tone.
A mixture of irritation and the desire to make the occasion memorable got the best of her. She swiped the laptop from the desk; sitting down on top of the desk Miss Parker rammed the laptop into Broots arms. Broots jumped away.
"What are you doing?" his tone was totally different this time.
"You've already asked that," she reminded him, as she crossed her legs. Jarod swallowed hard. 'Damn she has great legs.' Staring at Jarod with a look of total boredom, Miss Parker moves her legs up and down. "Well, Jarod?"
The lab door creaks open, Lyle comes strutting in. He ignores both Broots and Sydney; Lyle doesn't see the computer screen. He places a hand on Miss Parkers forearm leans in and whispers in her ear.
Miss Parker's face go deathly pale; she forcefully removes Lyle's hand for her arm. "Don't ever touch me," she hisses at him. She jumps off the desk, slams the laptop closed, "Broots you better have solid lead on Jarod when I get back."
Lyle sinkers, "As if this idiot could find any thing." Lyle rubs is left hand, where his thumb was missing. He swaggers out with Miss Parker following him. Broots opens the laptop "Jarod you still there?"
"Yeah, what the hell is going?" Syd and Broots shake their heads "Don't know." Replies Broots.
"Jarod I don't like the way Miss Parker looked when she left. Plus, she *deliberately* didn't informed Lyle that you have contacted us." Syd stated. "That in itself tells me something is very wrong."
---Bang---Bang----
Terrorized screams of Centre employees could be heard in the hallway. "Miss Parker" they all whisper.
Jarod sees his mentor run into the hallway. His view of the Centre changes as the laptop in Broots hands falls to the ground. He can see Broots's feet running into the hall. Jarod impatiently waits for one of they to come back into the room, when the computer is suddenly lifted off the floor. Angelo comes into view.
"Daughter hurt."
Miss Parker's Cabin Later that evening
Her doorbell. 'Who could that be?' Painfully she sat up. Lowering her feet to the floor, she moaned, the painkillers the doctors gave her were making her feel woozy. The instant rings of her doorbell were quickly giving her a headache.
"Coming" she croaked out her dry throat. Looking out her peephole. She could have fallen though the gleaming foyer floor when she saw Ethan standing on her small porch.
"You going to tell me what happened today or am I supposed to guess?" he asked as she swung the door open to let him in. "Mother has been driving me nuts, I got a crazy call from my brother about some bizarre shooting at the Centre. Are you o.k?"
Smiling weakly, she nods her head as she closes the door behind him. Examining her Ethan could tell she was dead on her feet. "Come on, let's get you to bed before you pass out on me."
After she is settled in, and sleeping soundly Ethan pulls out his cell phone. Pushing the speed dial, he hears it ring.
"Hello."
"Hey, Jar listen. I'm at Parker's, she is fine. She something about one of Raines projects getting lose in the Centre. I don't really understand what that means but she also said that some of the sweepers got trigger finger happy, which caused the situation to get worse. But altogether she is fine, just tired."
Jarod's lair Later same evening
"Ok. Thanks for the call, I really appreciate it."
"No, prob. Big Bro. Later"
"Bye, Ethan." Jarod puts his cell phone down. Spotting his sister walking toward her room. "Hey Em. Did you lose an earring?"
"That depends on what kind of earring your talking about?" states Emily as she starts to walk towards her brother.
Reaching into his pocket Jarod pulls out the simple diamond stud. "This one."
Taking it from Jarod Emily looks the earring over then whistles, examining it further "This is one expensive earring Jarod, it's not mine nor could it possibly be Zoe's."
"What makes you say that?" questions Jarod.
Pointing to the earring Emily easily points out a small trademark, "this earring is from Tiffany's, highly priced and high quality, that's what." With saying that she places a kiss on his check and goes off to bed.
'Well, what do you know maybe it wasn't a dream after all?'
Seeing his goofy grin, Zoe walks up to him. 'God is he spaced out.' Reaching up, she pulls down his hand. Seeing a single diamond earring, 'well, it's not a diamond ring, but I'll take it. Maybe that's all he can afford, supporting *this worthless* family of his.'
"Is that for me?" purrs Zoe. Nothing. Looking up Zoe notices Jarod hasn't even looked at her or acknowledges her presence in the room. "Jarod?" Still nothing.
'Maybe he is figuring out how to explain why there is only one earring instead of two.' Reaching to take the earring out of Jarod's hand, when Jarod's other hand grabs her wrist.
"What are you doing?" demands Jarod, glaring at her.
"Isn't that for me?" probes Zoe.
"No, this is someone else's." states Jarod.
"But she'll never know it's missing if she hasn't noticed by now." Retaliates Zoe, yanking her hand out of Jarod's grasp.
"But I will."
Huffing, Zoe stalks away from Jarod. Watching her leave Jarod feels the room lighten up. Taking a deep breath, Jarod starts toward his room that he is sharing with J.C. when he could hear him bellow.
"Damn it, Zoe." Jarod picks up his pace.
"Get out. You know I hate it when you bring drinks near my computer." Turning the corner, "NOOOOOO!! You BITCH, you worthless piece of.."
"J.C!!" shout the Major, "That is no way to talk to a woman."
"But Dad, I had a *hit* on mom, until this thing came in and spilled her drink on my computer." Looking at the now destroyed computer, both Jarod and the Major both have trouble controlling their individual tempers.
"Zoe! I think you have done enough *damage* tonight. Maybe you should retire to your room and leave the men to fix this," demands Emily grabbing Zoe's arm "NOW!" she snaps.
************************************************************************ More to come!! Any questions? Sometimes things aren't what they appear and sometimes they are.
Later Dream
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas Don't Read!! Because is only gets worse. Also I'm not done writing this story. Sorry!!
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 2 Dream
The Centre Simm lab 5:30 P.M.
"Well, boys what have you got for me today?" she asked in a nonchalant tone, though her heart was thumping in triple time. Spying Jarod on the computer screen, she wished he'd act thrilled to see her. After three weeks with nothing but a few very brief phone calls, couldn't he at least pretend seeing her was noteworthy?
"Miss Parker, what are you doing .." Jarod said in a bored tone.
A mixture of irritation and the desire to make the occasion memorable got the best of her. She swiped the laptop from the desk; sitting down on top of the desk Miss Parker rammed the laptop into Broots arms. Broots jumped away.
"What are you doing?" his tone was totally different this time.
"You've already asked that," she reminded him, as she crossed her legs. Jarod swallowed hard. 'Damn she has great legs.' Staring at Jarod with a look of total boredom, Miss Parker moves her legs up and down. "Well, Jarod?"
The lab door creaks open, Lyle comes strutting in. He ignores both Broots and Sydney; Lyle doesn't see the computer screen. He places a hand on Miss Parkers forearm leans in and whispers in her ear.
Miss Parker's face go deathly pale; she forcefully removes Lyle's hand for her arm. "Don't ever touch me," she hisses at him. She jumps off the desk, slams the laptop closed, "Broots you better have solid lead on Jarod when I get back."
Lyle sinkers, "As if this idiot could find any thing." Lyle rubs is left hand, where his thumb was missing. He swaggers out with Miss Parker following him. Broots opens the laptop "Jarod you still there?"
"Yeah, what the hell is going?" Syd and Broots shake their heads "Don't know." Replies Broots.
"Jarod I don't like the way Miss Parker looked when she left. Plus, she *deliberately* didn't informed Lyle that you have contacted us." Syd stated. "That in itself tells me something is very wrong."
---Bang---Bang----
Terrorized screams of Centre employees could be heard in the hallway. "Miss Parker" they all whisper.
Jarod sees his mentor run into the hallway. His view of the Centre changes as the laptop in Broots hands falls to the ground. He can see Broots's feet running into the hall. Jarod impatiently waits for one of they to come back into the room, when the computer is suddenly lifted off the floor. Angelo comes into view.
"Daughter hurt."
Miss Parker's Cabin Later that evening
Her doorbell. 'Who could that be?' Painfully she sat up. Lowering her feet to the floor, she moaned, the painkillers the doctors gave her were making her feel woozy. The instant rings of her doorbell were quickly giving her a headache.
"Coming" she croaked out her dry throat. Looking out her peephole. She could have fallen though the gleaming foyer floor when she saw Ethan standing on her small porch.
"You going to tell me what happened today or am I supposed to guess?" he asked as she swung the door open to let him in. "Mother has been driving me nuts, I got a crazy call from my brother about some bizarre shooting at the Centre. Are you o.k?"
Smiling weakly, she nods her head as she closes the door behind him. Examining her Ethan could tell she was dead on her feet. "Come on, let's get you to bed before you pass out on me."
After she is settled in, and sleeping soundly Ethan pulls out his cell phone. Pushing the speed dial, he hears it ring.
"Hello."
"Hey, Jar listen. I'm at Parker's, she is fine. She something about one of Raines projects getting lose in the Centre. I don't really understand what that means but she also said that some of the sweepers got trigger finger happy, which caused the situation to get worse. But altogether she is fine, just tired."
Jarod's lair Later same evening
"Ok. Thanks for the call, I really appreciate it."
"No, prob. Big Bro. Later"
"Bye, Ethan." Jarod puts his cell phone down. Spotting his sister walking toward her room. "Hey Em. Did you lose an earring?"
"That depends on what kind of earring your talking about?" states Emily as she starts to walk towards her brother.
Reaching into his pocket Jarod pulls out the simple diamond stud. "This one."
Taking it from Jarod Emily looks the earring over then whistles, examining it further "This is one expensive earring Jarod, it's not mine nor could it possibly be Zoe's."
"What makes you say that?" questions Jarod.
Pointing to the earring Emily easily points out a small trademark, "this earring is from Tiffany's, highly priced and high quality, that's what." With saying that she places a kiss on his check and goes off to bed.
'Well, what do you know maybe it wasn't a dream after all?'
Seeing his goofy grin, Zoe walks up to him. 'God is he spaced out.' Reaching up, she pulls down his hand. Seeing a single diamond earring, 'well, it's not a diamond ring, but I'll take it. Maybe that's all he can afford, supporting *this worthless* family of his.'
"Is that for me?" purrs Zoe. Nothing. Looking up Zoe notices Jarod hasn't even looked at her or acknowledges her presence in the room. "Jarod?" Still nothing.
'Maybe he is figuring out how to explain why there is only one earring instead of two.' Reaching to take the earring out of Jarod's hand, when Jarod's other hand grabs her wrist.
"What are you doing?" demands Jarod, glaring at her.
"Isn't that for me?" probes Zoe.
"No, this is someone else's." states Jarod.
"But she'll never know it's missing if she hasn't noticed by now." Retaliates Zoe, yanking her hand out of Jarod's grasp.
"But I will."
Huffing, Zoe stalks away from Jarod. Watching her leave Jarod feels the room lighten up. Taking a deep breath, Jarod starts toward his room that he is sharing with J.C. when he could hear him bellow.
"Damn it, Zoe." Jarod picks up his pace.
"Get out. You know I hate it when you bring drinks near my computer." Turning the corner, "NOOOOOO!! You BITCH, you worthless piece of.."
"J.C!!" shout the Major, "That is no way to talk to a woman."
"But Dad, I had a *hit* on mom, until this thing came in and spilled her drink on my computer." Looking at the now destroyed computer, both Jarod and the Major both have trouble controlling their individual tempers.
"Zoe! I think you have done enough *damage* tonight. Maybe you should retire to your room and leave the men to fix this," demands Emily grabbing Zoe's arm "NOW!" she snaps.
************************************************************************ More to come!! Any questions? Sometimes things aren't what they appear and sometimes they are.
Later Dream