Warning: things are heating up! And it's a long one.
Catherine Parker. I thought about and then it came to me. Catherine = good. Mr. Parker = twisted.
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 49
Dream
Kennedy Airport New York 4:50 P.M.
Walking into the airport Miss Parker and Ms. Jones were uniformed in black combat gear, each woman on their own was a site to behold but both together made holiday travelers weary.
They quickly walked to the gate, spying the man they were to meet Miss Parker throws him her keys, sharply snaps her fingers at him. He understands to grab the luggage and high tale it out of there.
A young woman races towards Miss Parker wraps her arms around her, tears were falling down her face. Wasting no time, Miss Parker removes her arms from around her smiles at her.
"Go with him, I'll see you later," whispers Miss Parker as she watches an old acquaintance approach her, "you too."
"They'll be fine," states Jones as they turn to leave.
Looking at her, "I know that. But will we?"
Miss Parker approaches the adults in charge; she starts to rip into each individual person. The group that is rushing away flinches from the tone in Miss Parker's voice.
The Tower Centre 4:30 P.M.
"Well, Mr. Parker," wheezes Raines, "Lyle should be arriving at the airport as we speak. If our information is correct we'll have everything that we'll need to more forward."
"Yes," smirks Mr. Parker, "I can come back from the dead,"
"That should prove to be interesting," states Raines, "We lose a Mr. Parker only to have the original return." Both men bust out laughing.
"Yes, my Angel will be much easier to control," states Mr. Parker, "after all she really is my daughter."
"Yes, that was one plan that went well."
"I have to agree," says Mr. Parker, "even Catherine fell for it."
"Until Dr. Thompson told her that Angel wasn't Ben's child but your child," inserts Raines.
"Yes, she just had to get even with me," laughs Mr. Parker, "she didn't even understand why. Thank God for the drug Tx109."
"Yes," agrees Raines, "Yes, that was one drug that worked best. Catherine never knew what hit her," laughs Raines, "before she knew what she was doing. She faked her death in front of her daughter."
"She should have realized one doesn't love someone one minute then despise them the next," laughs Mr. Parker, "Hell, after Catherine dropped Angel from her little rescue missions, she gave me free rein to create the obedient daughter I wanted. It was the perfect."
"The only problem she created unknowingly," muses Raines, "was making herself the quest of her daughter's life."
"Yes," agrees Mr. Parker, "but when I get back that's all going to change."
Kennedy Airport New York 5:10 P.M.
Looking around Ms. Jones spots Lyle striding their way. Whistling lowly Jones let's Parker know that Lyle and company have arrived. Behind Lyle, Zoe is stumbling in her attempt at gracefulness.
Looking at her, 'damn she is dressing like Parker.' Jones turns to Parker with her eyebrow raised, seeing her expression Parker smirks.
"At lest he's playing with her," she whispers, seeing Jones face clear, she hears "If he tries anything I'll sick Grim on him." The two try not to laugh as they picture Lyle screaming under Grim's unique form of torture.
"What's so funny?" demands Lyle, as Zoe finally catches up to him. Zoe grabs Lyle's arm for dear life. She wobbles a little so Lyle steadies her. He tries to shake off her hand, but she tightens her grip.
"Oh, so many choices," mutters Miss Parker, clearing her throat, "Nothing."
"Oh, I don't know," smirks Ms. Jones "Lyle what are you doing here? Why have you brought your pet?"
At the word pet, Zoe looks around not comprehending that she was the pet. Lyle smirks until he sees Zoe looking around. 'Damn Parker would have understood that.' He snaps his fingers at her, and frowns.
"We were instructed by my father to come here" pausing for effect, "and pick up an important individual."
Marriott hallway outside suite 315 Times Squire 530pm
Reaching for the door, he turns the knob and opens it while talking on his cell phone, "About the time I climb into the driver's seat, Willie pulls up behind me, parks, and Lyle runs into the airport. Raines will tear them to shreds when they return," laughs Sam.
He signals to the young woman to enter, wanting to check over the suite first before the other individual enters, Sam holds up his hand preventing the old acquaintance from entering.
"No, Miss Parker I didn't inform them I was coming, no they don't know anything about my being here," he informs his boss. He listens intently to her instructions. He just finished his call when he hears Debbie screaming "Sam! We have company!"
The door thrusts open a very intense looking Sam in standing in the doorway. He casts his gaze over the very strange group. The tension in the room mounts, until they see Sam smile and relax.
"It' ok, Miss Broots. They are friends of Miss Parker and I don't think she will mind seeing them."
"Sam are you sure?" questions Debbie.
"Yep."
"But Sam, what about the you-know?"
"Well, Miss Broots it looks like Christmas has come early to the Charles family", replies Sam as he moves to one side and signals to someone in the hallway to enter the room.
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 3:30 P.M.
Pacing the floor Grim waits for Jones to return. "Damn it, what the hell is going on?' He turns and stares blankly at the wall. Hearing the soft click of the doorknob he moves into the shadows.
She passes him places the combat cloths on the bed. Reaching for her, Grim grabs her from behind, "What is going on?"
"Nothing, just some people are coming in early," Jones informs him. 'You wouldn't need the gear.'
"That's bullshit," hisses Grim, "since when do you care about a Centre employee?"
She struggles under his grip, "It's not a Centre employee."
"It's his child," hisses Grim. 'Do you like him?'
"Yes, an innocent child," she hisses, "a child that doesn't understand that Daddy pissed off .."
"Pissed off who?" demands Grim, when she remains silent, "Damn it WHO?"
"Raines," she wearily tells him, "Broots pissed off Raines."
Kennedy Airport New York 5:45 P.M.
From her view point Zoe could see Ms. Jones and Miss Parker talking in hushed tones, glancing at Lyle and Cox. 'Thank God Cox arrived when he did maybe this day won't be a total waste.'
Tugging her skirt with her hand, 'damn how does Parker wear this shit.' A slow smile spreads across her face, 'poor baby he looks so hungry for her. I'll just have to find away for him to have her.'
Cox glancing at Zoe, flinched as he saw her eyes eating him up. 'Stupidest mistake I ever made.' He stares at Miss Parker and Ms. Jones, 'now there's what I call a woman.' He starts to walk toward them.
"Flight 219 from Europe has arrived at gate 8."
The Lyle and Cox leap off toward gate 8; Miss Parker and Jones walk swiftly, leaving Zoe sitting in her chair.
Marriott hallway outside suite 315 Times Squire 5:45 P.M.
"Mom" "Oh, my God, Margaret" could be heard ringing down the hallway.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 6 P.M.
Wiping the ever-flowing tears from his eye, Jarod surveys the scene before him. 'My whole family, well almost my whole family, god if only *Kyle* could see this. We all here, we made it! Who would have thought that after all this time, all my hard work, it would be Miss Parker who brought us all together. *Miss Parker* who would have thought it! Wow!'
Uncaring if he was smiling silly, Jarod thought, 'I need to talk to her, thank her.' Jarod got his cell phone about to press speed dial on his cell phone.
"Jarod, don't you think we should all have the chance to thank her", states the Major.
"Yeah, I do." Going over to the hotel's phone Jarod dials Miss Parker's number it only rang once before she answered.
"What?"
"Miss Parker," Jarod says softly. He puts the phone on speaker.
"Jarod," she whispers.
"We all can hear you, I have you on speaker phone," he joyfully says.
"And just who is *we all*?" questions Miss Parker.
"Well, the Major, Ethan, Jason, Emily, and myself of course," replies Jarod winking to the other people standing around him. He was so happy he could hardly stand it.
"Great."
"Are you o.k?" questions Ethan.
"Just peachy."
"Fuck! She couldn't have just vanished."
The whole group jumped.
"*Damn it* I want to know who is responsible for this! We had certifiable resources confirm that she was here," ranted Lyle. "It doesn't make sense. *Damn it* we had her, how could she have gotten away! Huh, how could she have known! Tell me that!"
"Miss Parker, is this a bad time?" questions Emily. They could hear noises over the phone.
"Calm down, Lyle you're starting to attract attention!" Miss Parker hiss.
"I don't care! And just *who* are you on the phone with?" The sound of her brother's voice so close nearly caused Miss Parker to jump out of her skin. 'Can flesh crawl?' She turned to face him with a smug look.
"Listen this is not a good time to call, Broots I will call you later."
"Broots, that geek?"
"Yes, look I have to go."
Everyone could still hear the conversation because Miss Parker hadn't disconnected the phone call yet. "Lyle, let go of me this instant!" was the last thing the group heard.
********************************************************** Later Dream
Catherine Parker. I thought about and then it came to me. Catherine = good. Mr. Parker = twisted.
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 49
Dream
Kennedy Airport New York 4:50 P.M.
Walking into the airport Miss Parker and Ms. Jones were uniformed in black combat gear, each woman on their own was a site to behold but both together made holiday travelers weary.
They quickly walked to the gate, spying the man they were to meet Miss Parker throws him her keys, sharply snaps her fingers at him. He understands to grab the luggage and high tale it out of there.
A young woman races towards Miss Parker wraps her arms around her, tears were falling down her face. Wasting no time, Miss Parker removes her arms from around her smiles at her.
"Go with him, I'll see you later," whispers Miss Parker as she watches an old acquaintance approach her, "you too."
"They'll be fine," states Jones as they turn to leave.
Looking at her, "I know that. But will we?"
Miss Parker approaches the adults in charge; she starts to rip into each individual person. The group that is rushing away flinches from the tone in Miss Parker's voice.
The Tower Centre 4:30 P.M.
"Well, Mr. Parker," wheezes Raines, "Lyle should be arriving at the airport as we speak. If our information is correct we'll have everything that we'll need to more forward."
"Yes," smirks Mr. Parker, "I can come back from the dead,"
"That should prove to be interesting," states Raines, "We lose a Mr. Parker only to have the original return." Both men bust out laughing.
"Yes, my Angel will be much easier to control," states Mr. Parker, "after all she really is my daughter."
"Yes, that was one plan that went well."
"I have to agree," says Mr. Parker, "even Catherine fell for it."
"Until Dr. Thompson told her that Angel wasn't Ben's child but your child," inserts Raines.
"Yes, she just had to get even with me," laughs Mr. Parker, "she didn't even understand why. Thank God for the drug Tx109."
"Yes," agrees Raines, "Yes, that was one drug that worked best. Catherine never knew what hit her," laughs Raines, "before she knew what she was doing. She faked her death in front of her daughter."
"She should have realized one doesn't love someone one minute then despise them the next," laughs Mr. Parker, "Hell, after Catherine dropped Angel from her little rescue missions, she gave me free rein to create the obedient daughter I wanted. It was the perfect."
"The only problem she created unknowingly," muses Raines, "was making herself the quest of her daughter's life."
"Yes," agrees Mr. Parker, "but when I get back that's all going to change."
Kennedy Airport New York 5:10 P.M.
Looking around Ms. Jones spots Lyle striding their way. Whistling lowly Jones let's Parker know that Lyle and company have arrived. Behind Lyle, Zoe is stumbling in her attempt at gracefulness.
Looking at her, 'damn she is dressing like Parker.' Jones turns to Parker with her eyebrow raised, seeing her expression Parker smirks.
"At lest he's playing with her," she whispers, seeing Jones face clear, she hears "If he tries anything I'll sick Grim on him." The two try not to laugh as they picture Lyle screaming under Grim's unique form of torture.
"What's so funny?" demands Lyle, as Zoe finally catches up to him. Zoe grabs Lyle's arm for dear life. She wobbles a little so Lyle steadies her. He tries to shake off her hand, but she tightens her grip.
"Oh, so many choices," mutters Miss Parker, clearing her throat, "Nothing."
"Oh, I don't know," smirks Ms. Jones "Lyle what are you doing here? Why have you brought your pet?"
At the word pet, Zoe looks around not comprehending that she was the pet. Lyle smirks until he sees Zoe looking around. 'Damn Parker would have understood that.' He snaps his fingers at her, and frowns.
"We were instructed by my father to come here" pausing for effect, "and pick up an important individual."
Marriott hallway outside suite 315 Times Squire 530pm
Reaching for the door, he turns the knob and opens it while talking on his cell phone, "About the time I climb into the driver's seat, Willie pulls up behind me, parks, and Lyle runs into the airport. Raines will tear them to shreds when they return," laughs Sam.
He signals to the young woman to enter, wanting to check over the suite first before the other individual enters, Sam holds up his hand preventing the old acquaintance from entering.
"No, Miss Parker I didn't inform them I was coming, no they don't know anything about my being here," he informs his boss. He listens intently to her instructions. He just finished his call when he hears Debbie screaming "Sam! We have company!"
The door thrusts open a very intense looking Sam in standing in the doorway. He casts his gaze over the very strange group. The tension in the room mounts, until they see Sam smile and relax.
"It' ok, Miss Broots. They are friends of Miss Parker and I don't think she will mind seeing them."
"Sam are you sure?" questions Debbie.
"Yep."
"But Sam, what about the you-know?"
"Well, Miss Broots it looks like Christmas has come early to the Charles family", replies Sam as he moves to one side and signals to someone in the hallway to enter the room.
Marriott (Ms. Jones room) New York City 3:30 P.M.
Pacing the floor Grim waits for Jones to return. "Damn it, what the hell is going on?' He turns and stares blankly at the wall. Hearing the soft click of the doorknob he moves into the shadows.
She passes him places the combat cloths on the bed. Reaching for her, Grim grabs her from behind, "What is going on?"
"Nothing, just some people are coming in early," Jones informs him. 'You wouldn't need the gear.'
"That's bullshit," hisses Grim, "since when do you care about a Centre employee?"
She struggles under his grip, "It's not a Centre employee."
"It's his child," hisses Grim. 'Do you like him?'
"Yes, an innocent child," she hisses, "a child that doesn't understand that Daddy pissed off .."
"Pissed off who?" demands Grim, when she remains silent, "Damn it WHO?"
"Raines," she wearily tells him, "Broots pissed off Raines."
Kennedy Airport New York 5:45 P.M.
From her view point Zoe could see Ms. Jones and Miss Parker talking in hushed tones, glancing at Lyle and Cox. 'Thank God Cox arrived when he did maybe this day won't be a total waste.'
Tugging her skirt with her hand, 'damn how does Parker wear this shit.' A slow smile spreads across her face, 'poor baby he looks so hungry for her. I'll just have to find away for him to have her.'
Cox glancing at Zoe, flinched as he saw her eyes eating him up. 'Stupidest mistake I ever made.' He stares at Miss Parker and Ms. Jones, 'now there's what I call a woman.' He starts to walk toward them.
"Flight 219 from Europe has arrived at gate 8."
The Lyle and Cox leap off toward gate 8; Miss Parker and Jones walk swiftly, leaving Zoe sitting in her chair.
Marriott hallway outside suite 315 Times Squire 5:45 P.M.
"Mom" "Oh, my God, Margaret" could be heard ringing down the hallway.
Marriott suite 315 Times Squire 6 P.M.
Wiping the ever-flowing tears from his eye, Jarod surveys the scene before him. 'My whole family, well almost my whole family, god if only *Kyle* could see this. We all here, we made it! Who would have thought that after all this time, all my hard work, it would be Miss Parker who brought us all together. *Miss Parker* who would have thought it! Wow!'
Uncaring if he was smiling silly, Jarod thought, 'I need to talk to her, thank her.' Jarod got his cell phone about to press speed dial on his cell phone.
"Jarod, don't you think we should all have the chance to thank her", states the Major.
"Yeah, I do." Going over to the hotel's phone Jarod dials Miss Parker's number it only rang once before she answered.
"What?"
"Miss Parker," Jarod says softly. He puts the phone on speaker.
"Jarod," she whispers.
"We all can hear you, I have you on speaker phone," he joyfully says.
"And just who is *we all*?" questions Miss Parker.
"Well, the Major, Ethan, Jason, Emily, and myself of course," replies Jarod winking to the other people standing around him. He was so happy he could hardly stand it.
"Great."
"Are you o.k?" questions Ethan.
"Just peachy."
"Fuck! She couldn't have just vanished."
The whole group jumped.
"*Damn it* I want to know who is responsible for this! We had certifiable resources confirm that she was here," ranted Lyle. "It doesn't make sense. *Damn it* we had her, how could she have gotten away! Huh, how could she have known! Tell me that!"
"Miss Parker, is this a bad time?" questions Emily. They could hear noises over the phone.
"Calm down, Lyle you're starting to attract attention!" Miss Parker hiss.
"I don't care! And just *who* are you on the phone with?" The sound of her brother's voice so close nearly caused Miss Parker to jump out of her skin. 'Can flesh crawl?' She turned to face him with a smug look.
"Listen this is not a good time to call, Broots I will call you later."
"Broots, that geek?"
"Yes, look I have to go."
Everyone could still hear the conversation because Miss Parker hadn't disconnected the phone call yet. "Lyle, let go of me this instant!" was the last thing the group heard.
********************************************************** Later Dream