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.
Leaving it all behind: EpilogueReviews:
Skydaybreak: I didn't even get into it. Sorry!
Jade: NOPE!
Enough now on with the story….
Miss Parker's Residence
Three weeks after her showing up
Sitting at her computer Miss Parker muses, should I tell genius that it's me he's talking too. Smirking nah! Typing away she receives another instant message this time it's from Debbie.
MPProtégée: MP got a prob…big one.
ICEQUEEN: Give me a second. Brb.
Clicking over to Jarod's instant message. She types her response.
ICEQUEEN: Just do what I told you and everything will be fine.
PezHead: Are you sure I don't want to scare her away.
Growling, damn it Jarod you couldn't scare me away even if you tried. But writes instead.
ICEQUEEN: totally sure…look I have to go… a friend needs advice.
PezHead: Oh, ok ttyl (talk to you later)
ICEQUEEN: ttyl
Clicking onto Debbie's instant message
ICEQUEEN: what up
MPProtégée: Court might get off Scott free.
ICEQUEEN: WHAT!!!!
MPProtégée: His father is friends with the judge
ICEQUEEN: can you prove that?
MPProtégée: NO!
Pausing to think, Miss Parker looks around her computer room before an evil grin crosses her face.
ICEQUEEN: IS Frankie still hounding you?
MPProtégée: Yes, but what does that have to do with this..
ICEQUEEN: Get him to help prove your theory
MPProtégée: How?
The tow women chat away for about an hour before Miss Parker logs off for the day.
Broots Residence
Debbie's room
Sighing loudly, she hears J.J.'s footsteps approaching her room. Rolling her eyes, as she notices his reluctance to come near her bedroom door, Debbie turns in her chair. Spotting him in the hallway she smiles. "What's up?" he asks.
"Just wondering how I am going to prove the judge is prejudice already," answers Debbie as she turns back to her computer. Typing away she hears him enter her domain.
"What makes you say that," questions J.J.
"The fact that the Judge and Court's father are friends," states Debbie before adding. "I heard it somewhere that their golfing buddies."
"Really," mutters J.J. taking a deep breath he offers, "Want some help."
"Help would be nice," laughs Debbie as she adds, "Frankie."
Laughing, "we're back to Frankie?"
"Yep."
Miss Parker's Residence
Three months later
After singing off with Jarod Miss Parker was surprised to get an instant message from Debbie.
MPProtégée: Guess what?
ICEQUEEN: What…
Laughing at Debbie's goofy smiley face that she pops up.
MPProtégée: Frankie asked me to the PROM!!!
ICEQUEEN: LOL!! Did you say yes?
MPProtégée: I was thinking of having him sweat it out!!!
ICEQUEEN: WHAT!
MPProtégée: But then he KISSED ME!! : D
ICEQUEEN: LOL so what did you say?
MPProtégée: HELL YEAH!! WOO… now what to wear?
ICEQUEEN: Since I'm coming up this weekend we'll go shopping then. Ttyl.
MPProtégée: ttyl!!!
Broots Residence
Debbie's room
Running a hand over the silky smooth material Debbie positively glows. It's pink! Can't believe she wanted it to be pink. Feeling two hands on her hips she looks into the mirror to see J.J. standing right behind her. Feeling his hands slide across her stomach before intertwining themselves on her stomach she feels herself being pulled closer to him.
"Pink," states the man/boy. "Can't get over the fact that it's pink."
"I can't believe it either," laughs Debbie as he places small kisses on her neck.
"Well it's her wedding," mutters J.J. "We have to respect her wishes."
Turning her head to kisses his soft lips Debbie runs a hand over his arm. "But still pink?"
"BOO!" shrieks Ben. Causing the couple to slightly jump apart. "Did I scare you?"
"Hey little man," laughs J.J. "Don't do that."
"Why," asks Ben looking at the couple.
"Cause you scared me," states J.J. ruffling Ben's hair. Making him throw up his hands to protect it.
"Mommy going to be mad," huffs Ben. "Messing with my hair! I gots to be the bearer!"
"Ben," sooths Debbie. "Come here and let me comb it." As Ben sits down on the seat Debbie offers him. Debbie combs his hair.
Just then, Major Charles walks into the room asking that the wedding party start to head downstairs. Walking hand in hand, Debbie let's go of J.J.'s hand. Watching him join her nervous father standing next to his fiancée. Both of whom were talking to an equally nervous Jarod.
Hearing the wedding music start Debbie leans down to Ben whispering, "Are you ready?"
"YES," shrieks Ben. "Today my mommy and daddy are getting married!" Ben proceddes to grab the pillow he's to take outside and swiftly makes his way to his father, forgetting to go slowly.
"Well," laughs Debbie. "I think some one is in a hurry to see you married."
"Yeah I know," mutters Miss Parker as she smiles at the group of men waiting for her.
"Are you happy that you came back," asks Debbie.
Looking at her pensive face Miss Parker radiates her happiness in the smile she gives her before answering, "Sometimes leaving it all behind is the worst thing you can do." Miss Parker signals for Debbie to head down the walkway.
Linking her arm with Major Charles's, Miss Parker slowly makes her way towards Jarod until Ben shouts exasperated, "HURRY UP!"