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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 this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 45
Dream
Jarod's Lair (you wouldn't believe me if I told you) New York 8:30 A.M.
Jason was doing a routine hack into the Centre's mainframe, when his computer beeped to let him know he got kicked out of the system. 'Damn must have hit the wrong key.'
Hacking his way back into the system Jason is almost back where he started when he got kicked out again. 'What the hell?'
Scowling Jason re-enters the Centre's mainframe when he gets an instance message. "Hey idiot get out" - Tr8. Writing back "I'm not an idiot"
"Yeah you are"- Tr8. Typing away he kicks her out of the system.
"No you're the idiot," types in Jason.
Moments later Jason was in the part of the system where Tracer was; spotting a file that she wasn't in he clicks and pulls it on to a disk. Waiting for the file to save, he gets another instant message.
"Hello" Junior "Jason that wasn't very smart."
"Yes, it was." Types, Jason smirking a little.
"No it wasn't" types Junior "BUT I will let you save your file before I kick you out." Glancing at his computer it had ten seconds to go exactly when it finished saving Jason was kick of the system. His disk automatically pops out. 'Damn he's good.'
"It wasn't me," types Junior "It was Tr8."
"He's good"
"SHE" Tr8 writes.
"A very beautiful, special SHE," writes Junior.
"Well, how beautiful can she be if she is keeping Centre secrets?" Types Jason.
"More beautiful then any sunset." Types Junior.
"How would you know beauty? You don't even know who mommy is." Shock hits him "What?" He types in.
"Leave him alone Tracer" interrupts Junior.
'Tracer, Tracer' remembering the girls 'You forget, Tracer," corrects Mouse, "he's no longer Icky, he's Junior now.'
Jason decides to test his theory "Is this Junior or Icky writing?"
"So Jason wants to play," Junior writes back "I am Junior, the real Junior. If I'm here who is in Paris with Debbie?"
Fear trickles down his spine Jason types in "Icky?"
"Very good little boy," writes Junior "Now who's Icky?"
With his hands slightly shaking Jason types in "I don't know."
His computer beeps a virus has been detected, typing away furiously Jason couldn't stop his computer from going blank only a white screen appeared.
In blood red the words started to phase in "Ah, an honest answer" then phase out.
"Well little boy let me give you a clue in a riddle or two,
Listen not with your ears and believe not your eyes for often the truth lies. ~ What you seek the most you shall not find for mothers are one a kind. ~ Ask your father for he too knows the pain of seeking what he can't find For too soon what is lost shall be found Beware others are around ~ I must warn you: if you don't hurry you'll be late, For Grim's re-appearance has set the date. ~ If you don't know who Grim is ask your Father. For he should know if he does not it's no bother. ~ It's not Ghost, because Ghost is dead Sent back to hell, almost without his head. ~ As to Icky ponder this: You are one while he is two.
With that Jason's computer starts to smoke then flickers of sparks busting into flames. Jumping back away from the computer, Emily throws a bucket of water on it.
"What the hell do you think that meant?" asks Emily.
"I don't know, but at lest they let me copy a file before they fried my computer," says a shaken Jason.
Taking the disk away from Jason Ethan goes over to his computer, "Well at lest we know we won't run out of computer's." Putting the disk in, Ethan clicks away until the file pulls up. "FUCK!"
"Ethan! Watch your language," snaps the Major.
"Dad, you got to see this," implores Ethan. Major Charles joins Ethan reading the file "FUCK, Jarod get out here!" shouts the Major.
Jarod's Lair New York 9:30 A.M
Watching her through a telescope he sees her 'You look tired.' She picks up the paper, glances at it and grimace. 'Where were you last night?'
He sees her reach for her cell phone, she almost flinches, 'Are you helping Raines? Is that my punishment?' She turns her back to him, 'Don't turn your back on me!' anger burns through him, then quickly resides 'she can't see me, even if she could why shouldn't she turn her back to me?'
Watching his son's very changing facile expressions, Major Charles has had enough, shaking his head 'I don't know what you did, but you better make it right soon, cause your getting to be a pain in the ass to live with.' Walking away, Major Charles joins the rest of his family in the spacious living room.
New York 1230 pm
"Look there is nothing left here it check out, Jarod has *obviously* gone. So Broots, I am leaving you in charge of finding a good hotel and checking us into it. Syd, if you could find a nice restaurant so that we could have any could have decent meal. Now boys, this is where I'm going to leave you. Call me on my cell when you have the name of the hotel and I will join you there." Miss Parker turns, hails a cab and quickly jumps into it.
Leaving both men standing there shocked. Syd and Broots turned to each other, wondering what or who was on the phone. Sydney jumps in surprise, pulling out his ringing cell phone. "This is Sydney," he says softly.
"Syd."
"Jarod." Sydney states softly.
"Syd, where did Miss Parker go?" inquires Jarod. 'How did he know?'
"I don't know, Jarod. All I know is that I am to find a decent restaurant in Broots over here is to find accommodations for the night." sighs Syd.
"That's strange, it's not like her to just leave without looking." pushes Jarod.
"I quite agree with you, but as I told you. Miss Parker lately isn't into telling Broots or me what she is doing. I am afraid that something is terribly wrong and she doesn't know how to tell us." Syd voices his concerns.
"Syd, are there any new projects?" questions Jarod "Anything out of the ordinary?"
"No" replies Syd.
"Something is not right, she *doesn't* just leave," insists Jarod "Why did she leave?"
"I don't know you'll just have to ask her," replies Syd.
"All right I will," says Jarod.
Elsewhere in New York Two Minuets Later
Jarod pushes the speed dial button. As he listened to the ring on the other end, he found himself wondering what could have been so important that it took president over him. 'What the hell is going on here?'
"Hello" a wary voice came from the other line, and at first, Jarod wasn't sure if he dialed Miss Parkers number.
"Miss Parker"
---Click-----
Jarod pulled the phone from his ear, looking at it in confusion. 'She hung up. She actually hung up.'
He pushes the speed dial button again. "Your call cannot be completed at this time," a computerized voice informs him. Jarod swallowing hard shakily stars at the cell phone. 'Something's wrong, Something's *definitely* wrong since when did Miss Parker say hello.'
Times Square One Minute Later
"This is Sydney."
"Syd, I hear the Marriott is very good this time of year. As to a restaurant, I suggest you use room service." a soft click is heard the line as Jarod's disconnects.
"Well Broots it looks like we have the found our accommodations for the night."
Elsewhere in New York Three Minutes Later
Walking into the family room of the apartment, Jarod sits down in a chair next his father. "Jarod, what's wrong?" major Charles asked. "Jarod are you O.K.?" the major asked. Jarod was unresponsive.
"Son, you're staring to scare me?" the major asked, more concerned now.
"Sorry, dad," Jarod said finally. "I just called Miss Parker."
"Jarod, I'm sure she doesn't have any new information," the major interrupts.
"It's not that, she hung up on me. And the really weird things is she said Hello."
"Miss Parker hung up. Jarod you don't think.."
************************************************************** Please I need feedback!!!! This is it folks. I'm tired. Dream
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 this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 45
Dream
Jarod's Lair (you wouldn't believe me if I told you) New York 8:30 A.M.
Jason was doing a routine hack into the Centre's mainframe, when his computer beeped to let him know he got kicked out of the system. 'Damn must have hit the wrong key.'
Hacking his way back into the system Jason is almost back where he started when he got kicked out again. 'What the hell?'
Scowling Jason re-enters the Centre's mainframe when he gets an instance message. "Hey idiot get out" - Tr8. Writing back "I'm not an idiot"
"Yeah you are"- Tr8. Typing away he kicks her out of the system.
"No you're the idiot," types in Jason.
Moments later Jason was in the part of the system where Tracer was; spotting a file that she wasn't in he clicks and pulls it on to a disk. Waiting for the file to save, he gets another instant message.
"Hello" Junior "Jason that wasn't very smart."
"Yes, it was." Types, Jason smirking a little.
"No it wasn't" types Junior "BUT I will let you save your file before I kick you out." Glancing at his computer it had ten seconds to go exactly when it finished saving Jason was kick of the system. His disk automatically pops out. 'Damn he's good.'
"It wasn't me," types Junior "It was Tr8."
"He's good"
"SHE" Tr8 writes.
"A very beautiful, special SHE," writes Junior.
"Well, how beautiful can she be if she is keeping Centre secrets?" Types Jason.
"More beautiful then any sunset." Types Junior.
"How would you know beauty? You don't even know who mommy is." Shock hits him "What?" He types in.
"Leave him alone Tracer" interrupts Junior.
'Tracer, Tracer' remembering the girls 'You forget, Tracer," corrects Mouse, "he's no longer Icky, he's Junior now.'
Jason decides to test his theory "Is this Junior or Icky writing?"
"So Jason wants to play," Junior writes back "I am Junior, the real Junior. If I'm here who is in Paris with Debbie?"
Fear trickles down his spine Jason types in "Icky?"
"Very good little boy," writes Junior "Now who's Icky?"
With his hands slightly shaking Jason types in "I don't know."
His computer beeps a virus has been detected, typing away furiously Jason couldn't stop his computer from going blank only a white screen appeared.
In blood red the words started to phase in "Ah, an honest answer" then phase out.
"Well little boy let me give you a clue in a riddle or two,
Listen not with your ears and believe not your eyes for often the truth lies. ~ What you seek the most you shall not find for mothers are one a kind. ~ Ask your father for he too knows the pain of seeking what he can't find For too soon what is lost shall be found Beware others are around ~ I must warn you: if you don't hurry you'll be late, For Grim's re-appearance has set the date. ~ If you don't know who Grim is ask your Father. For he should know if he does not it's no bother. ~ It's not Ghost, because Ghost is dead Sent back to hell, almost without his head. ~ As to Icky ponder this: You are one while he is two.
With that Jason's computer starts to smoke then flickers of sparks busting into flames. Jumping back away from the computer, Emily throws a bucket of water on it.
"What the hell do you think that meant?" asks Emily.
"I don't know, but at lest they let me copy a file before they fried my computer," says a shaken Jason.
Taking the disk away from Jason Ethan goes over to his computer, "Well at lest we know we won't run out of computer's." Putting the disk in, Ethan clicks away until the file pulls up. "FUCK!"
"Ethan! Watch your language," snaps the Major.
"Dad, you got to see this," implores Ethan. Major Charles joins Ethan reading the file "FUCK, Jarod get out here!" shouts the Major.
Jarod's Lair New York 9:30 A.M
Watching her through a telescope he sees her 'You look tired.' She picks up the paper, glances at it and grimace. 'Where were you last night?'
He sees her reach for her cell phone, she almost flinches, 'Are you helping Raines? Is that my punishment?' She turns her back to him, 'Don't turn your back on me!' anger burns through him, then quickly resides 'she can't see me, even if she could why shouldn't she turn her back to me?'
Watching his son's very changing facile expressions, Major Charles has had enough, shaking his head 'I don't know what you did, but you better make it right soon, cause your getting to be a pain in the ass to live with.' Walking away, Major Charles joins the rest of his family in the spacious living room.
New York 1230 pm
"Look there is nothing left here it check out, Jarod has *obviously* gone. So Broots, I am leaving you in charge of finding a good hotel and checking us into it. Syd, if you could find a nice restaurant so that we could have any could have decent meal. Now boys, this is where I'm going to leave you. Call me on my cell when you have the name of the hotel and I will join you there." Miss Parker turns, hails a cab and quickly jumps into it.
Leaving both men standing there shocked. Syd and Broots turned to each other, wondering what or who was on the phone. Sydney jumps in surprise, pulling out his ringing cell phone. "This is Sydney," he says softly.
"Syd."
"Jarod." Sydney states softly.
"Syd, where did Miss Parker go?" inquires Jarod. 'How did he know?'
"I don't know, Jarod. All I know is that I am to find a decent restaurant in Broots over here is to find accommodations for the night." sighs Syd.
"That's strange, it's not like her to just leave without looking." pushes Jarod.
"I quite agree with you, but as I told you. Miss Parker lately isn't into telling Broots or me what she is doing. I am afraid that something is terribly wrong and she doesn't know how to tell us." Syd voices his concerns.
"Syd, are there any new projects?" questions Jarod "Anything out of the ordinary?"
"No" replies Syd.
"Something is not right, she *doesn't* just leave," insists Jarod "Why did she leave?"
"I don't know you'll just have to ask her," replies Syd.
"All right I will," says Jarod.
Elsewhere in New York Two Minuets Later
Jarod pushes the speed dial button. As he listened to the ring on the other end, he found himself wondering what could have been so important that it took president over him. 'What the hell is going on here?'
"Hello" a wary voice came from the other line, and at first, Jarod wasn't sure if he dialed Miss Parkers number.
"Miss Parker"
---Click-----
Jarod pulled the phone from his ear, looking at it in confusion. 'She hung up. She actually hung up.'
He pushes the speed dial button again. "Your call cannot be completed at this time," a computerized voice informs him. Jarod swallowing hard shakily stars at the cell phone. 'Something's wrong, Something's *definitely* wrong since when did Miss Parker say hello.'
Times Square One Minute Later
"This is Sydney."
"Syd, I hear the Marriott is very good this time of year. As to a restaurant, I suggest you use room service." a soft click is heard the line as Jarod's disconnects.
"Well Broots it looks like we have the found our accommodations for the night."
Elsewhere in New York Three Minutes Later
Walking into the family room of the apartment, Jarod sits down in a chair next his father. "Jarod, what's wrong?" major Charles asked. "Jarod are you O.K.?" the major asked. Jarod was unresponsive.
"Son, you're staring to scare me?" the major asked, more concerned now.
"Sorry, dad," Jarod said finally. "I just called Miss Parker."
"Jarod, I'm sure she doesn't have any new information," the major interrupts.
"It's not that, she hung up on me. And the really weird things is she said Hello."
"Miss Parker hung up. Jarod you don't think.."
************************************************************** Please I need feedback!!!! This is it folks. I'm tired. Dream