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 3 her Dream
The Centre Hallway outside the Simm Lab 11:30 A.M.
Miss Parker puts her back to the door. Fighting back the tears she overhears the conversion going on in the Simm Lab.
"Syd, are you sure she's alright?" Jarod asked.
"No, Jarod. I'm not. I am very concerned about her. She is not accepting the fact that her father is dead. She hasn't even once gone over to Parker Manor. She refuses to talk to anyone regarding Mr. Parker," reports Syd. "Great why don't you tell him I'm having a nervous breakdown while your at it.'
"Well, personally I think you guys are giving her too little credit she has survived the Centre for years I think she will survive Mr. Parker's death. It's not like he really cared for her." States the Major. 'Thanks for the vote of confidence'
Jarod shakes his head. "She has devoted most of her adult life to pleasing this man, although I agree with you that he really didn't love her, it didn't stop her form tiring to win his love every chance she got."
Upon hearing this Miss Parker squares her shoulders blinks away the unshed tears and walks to her office.
The Centre 5.30 p.m.
---Ring---
"What!"
"Miss Parker" 'What now?'
"Jarod" she whispers. She slows down, and stretches her tired body.
"Why are you whispering?" questions Jarod. 'Lets see it could be a number of things.'
"Why are you calling?" she counts. 'Why now? When you haven't called in weeks.'
"Well because it is the annual fire/safety check, and I thought you might need a friend to talk too." He answers her. 'What!'
"A friend!" she demands still whispering. 'What the hell is his problem, we're not friends.'
"Yes, a friend. That's what we are, friends" Miss parker starts to move forward again she knows she is making a slight noise as she does so. She doesn't hear him ask, "Are you ok?"
"We're not friends," she scathingly informs him. "We are."
"Wrong, Miss Parker, we are friends," insists Jarod. She can hear him tapping his leg. "Just friends." He insists. 'Why are you insisting on this?'
Dead silence greets her.
"Miss Parker friends care about each other, I just wanted to know if you were alright."
"You don't care!" hissed Miss Parker quietly her voice slightly breaking. 'If we are going to have this conversion I'm sitting down.' The metal she sits on makes a little clatter. 'Otherwise you wouldn't be doing this to me.'
"I have always cared! I cared more then the louse you've called "Daddy" for the past thirty years. Do you hear me? Miss Parker" retorted Jarod. 'But you don't now.'
"Miss Parker?"
"What?" she whispers her voice breaking. 'Why are you hurting me?'
"Are you o.k?" Jarod asks. "Why are you whispering?" questions Jarod.
"No reason, just feel like it," snaps Miss Parker. "Is there a reason you're calling?"
"Huh, no reason, Miss Parker where are you?" Again dead silence greets him. 'You don't get to know that any more.' Getting up she heads toward the noises at the end of the tunnel.
"Miss Parker?" The strange noises were growing louder. "Miss Parker?" He shouts.
"I heard you, kept your pants on." The noises stop. 'Damn, the noises stopped.'
"Miss Parker where are you?" He asks again.
"I am between here, there and no-where. Go figure." She musses. Looking through the vent sees an empty room. 'Where is he?'
---Bang---
"Oh my God." She cries out loud. A man stands in front of the vent staring at directly at her. She barely hears "Miss Parker where are you?"
"In hell, Jarod I'm in hell," she whispers she hits the disconnect button. 'Well it's not like he going to go looking. After all we're just friends.'
************************************************************************ 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 3 her Dream
The Centre Hallway outside the Simm Lab 11:30 A.M.
Miss Parker puts her back to the door. Fighting back the tears she overhears the conversion going on in the Simm Lab.
"Syd, are you sure she's alright?" Jarod asked.
"No, Jarod. I'm not. I am very concerned about her. She is not accepting the fact that her father is dead. She hasn't even once gone over to Parker Manor. She refuses to talk to anyone regarding Mr. Parker," reports Syd. "Great why don't you tell him I'm having a nervous breakdown while your at it.'
"Well, personally I think you guys are giving her too little credit she has survived the Centre for years I think she will survive Mr. Parker's death. It's not like he really cared for her." States the Major. 'Thanks for the vote of confidence'
Jarod shakes his head. "She has devoted most of her adult life to pleasing this man, although I agree with you that he really didn't love her, it didn't stop her form tiring to win his love every chance she got."
Upon hearing this Miss Parker squares her shoulders blinks away the unshed tears and walks to her office.
The Centre 5.30 p.m.
---Ring---
"What!"
"Miss Parker" 'What now?'
"Jarod" she whispers. She slows down, and stretches her tired body.
"Why are you whispering?" questions Jarod. 'Lets see it could be a number of things.'
"Why are you calling?" she counts. 'Why now? When you haven't called in weeks.'
"Well because it is the annual fire/safety check, and I thought you might need a friend to talk too." He answers her. 'What!'
"A friend!" she demands still whispering. 'What the hell is his problem, we're not friends.'
"Yes, a friend. That's what we are, friends" Miss parker starts to move forward again she knows she is making a slight noise as she does so. She doesn't hear him ask, "Are you ok?"
"We're not friends," she scathingly informs him. "We are."
"Wrong, Miss Parker, we are friends," insists Jarod. She can hear him tapping his leg. "Just friends." He insists. 'Why are you insisting on this?'
Dead silence greets her.
"Miss Parker friends care about each other, I just wanted to know if you were alright."
"You don't care!" hissed Miss Parker quietly her voice slightly breaking. 'If we are going to have this conversion I'm sitting down.' The metal she sits on makes a little clatter. 'Otherwise you wouldn't be doing this to me.'
"I have always cared! I cared more then the louse you've called "Daddy" for the past thirty years. Do you hear me? Miss Parker" retorted Jarod. 'But you don't now.'
"Miss Parker?"
"What?" she whispers her voice breaking. 'Why are you hurting me?'
"Are you o.k?" Jarod asks. "Why are you whispering?" questions Jarod.
"No reason, just feel like it," snaps Miss Parker. "Is there a reason you're calling?"
"Huh, no reason, Miss Parker where are you?" Again dead silence greets him. 'You don't get to know that any more.' Getting up she heads toward the noises at the end of the tunnel.
"Miss Parker?" The strange noises were growing louder. "Miss Parker?" He shouts.
"I heard you, kept your pants on." The noises stop. 'Damn, the noises stopped.'
"Miss Parker where are you?" He asks again.
"I am between here, there and no-where. Go figure." She musses. Looking through the vent sees an empty room. 'Where is he?'
---Bang---
"Oh my God." She cries out loud. A man stands in front of the vent staring at directly at her. She barely hears "Miss Parker where are you?"
"In hell, Jarod I'm in hell," she whispers she hits the disconnect button. 'Well it's not like he going to go looking. After all we're just friends.'
************************************************************************ More to come!! Any questions? Sometimes things aren't what they appear and sometimes they are.