LIFE OR DEATH
Part 7: Come Away With Me
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM!!! THEY'RE ALL MINE!!!! MWA-HAHAHA! * slaps herself and clears throat * Okay, disregard all that. TNT owns the Pretender (lucky stiffs) and I'm simply borrowing them for as long as they'll have me. * smiles sweetly *
Author's Note: Pardon that disclaimer. I watched an episode of tP today for the first time in a long time, and just about peed my pants at the all- encompassing hotness that Jarod (excuse me, Michael T. Weiss) possesses, and at the iciness of my hero, Miss Parker. I got the title of this chapter from a Norah Jones song. She's a really good singer. If you guys want the lyrics, just request it in a review, and I'll post the lyrics sometime. Really, the concept has nothing to do with the story, only the title of the song has some relation to it. Anywho, on with the story! ---Samantha
SL27
Silence resounded in the near-empty sublevel like a gong. It was almost deafening. -Funny how silence can be so loud, isn't it ?- Parker thought to herself. She almost chuckled at her inner statement. It was so like something for Jarod to say. Swallowing hard, she refocused on the task at hand. She looked at her watch impatiently. All she had to do was wait until the sedative that had been slipped into the guard's drink take effect. Then, she would quickly hook Jarod up to a portable life support machine and carry him to the ventilation shaft. After that, Angelo would help her get him safely outside using one of Jarod's own previous escape routes. Then, Parker would take Jarod to her home until the next day, when she would be leaving for her vacation.
She smiled when she heard a thump break the quiet. Swiftly, she moved to his unconscious form. She deftly hooked him up to the machine, then set to the more complicated task at hand. She had no idea how she was supposed to lift Jarod. She sighed and closed her eyes in concentration as she moved her hands underneath his body. -Biting off more than you can chew. That's always the way, isn't it, Parker?- she thought sourly. All of a sudden, she heard a click behind her.
"Turn around, Miss Parker," came a voice that was so familiar to her ears.
"Sam, this isn't what you think," she immediately commented. He shoved the barrel of his gun to her back and waited. Slowly and reluctantly, she turned around. She watched as he aimed the gun at her chest. Parker swallowed and whispered, "C'mon, Sam. Let me save him. Do the right thing." She closed her eyes and waited for his hands to grab her arms and drag her upstairs to Raines.
After a few moments, she heard a grunting sound. So she opened one eye, then the other. Sam stood before her, holding Jarod. He looked at her squarely and asked, "Where am I taking him?
Two Days Later
Somewhere in Montana
"Wow, Miss Parker. I must say that I never imagined we could pull this off," murmured Broots. Sydney merely chuckled and took another pull of his creamy hot chocolate.
"You can do almost anything if you set your mind to it, Broots," Parker replied cheesily, while raising her eyebrows to give her that innocent appearance. She shook her head and downed another shot of Pepto-Bismol.
The three had decided to spend their vacation in Montana, even though the Centre thought Sydney was in Chicago and Parker was in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Parker had thought it would be best if they all stayed with Jarod. She was swiftly beginning to regret that decision. She longed for sandy beaches, melodious surf, and hot cabana boys named Enrique. Not snow, freezing cold weather, and her co-workers. She sighed and left the large den.
She made her way to Jarod's room. Once inside, she sat down and rubbed her forehead. Jarod was off the machine now. It looked like he was on a path to recovery. Parker looked at his still form and felt envious of him for the first time. He was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the events surrounding him. She closed her eyes again and leaned forward, placing resting her head next to one of Jarod's hands on the bed. She laid one of her hands on top of his as she sighed. Sniffing, she felt a tear slide down her cheek before she fell asleep.
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM!!! THEY'RE ALL MINE!!!! MWA-HAHAHA! * slaps herself and clears throat * Okay, disregard all that. TNT owns the Pretender (lucky stiffs) and I'm simply borrowing them for as long as they'll have me. * smiles sweetly *
Author's Note: Pardon that disclaimer. I watched an episode of tP today for the first time in a long time, and just about peed my pants at the all- encompassing hotness that Jarod (excuse me, Michael T. Weiss) possesses, and at the iciness of my hero, Miss Parker. I got the title of this chapter from a Norah Jones song. She's a really good singer. If you guys want the lyrics, just request it in a review, and I'll post the lyrics sometime. Really, the concept has nothing to do with the story, only the title of the song has some relation to it. Anywho, on with the story! ---Samantha
SL27
Silence resounded in the near-empty sublevel like a gong. It was almost deafening. -Funny how silence can be so loud, isn't it ?- Parker thought to herself. She almost chuckled at her inner statement. It was so like something for Jarod to say. Swallowing hard, she refocused on the task at hand. She looked at her watch impatiently. All she had to do was wait until the sedative that had been slipped into the guard's drink take effect. Then, she would quickly hook Jarod up to a portable life support machine and carry him to the ventilation shaft. After that, Angelo would help her get him safely outside using one of Jarod's own previous escape routes. Then, Parker would take Jarod to her home until the next day, when she would be leaving for her vacation.
She smiled when she heard a thump break the quiet. Swiftly, she moved to his unconscious form. She deftly hooked him up to the machine, then set to the more complicated task at hand. She had no idea how she was supposed to lift Jarod. She sighed and closed her eyes in concentration as she moved her hands underneath his body. -Biting off more than you can chew. That's always the way, isn't it, Parker?- she thought sourly. All of a sudden, she heard a click behind her.
"Turn around, Miss Parker," came a voice that was so familiar to her ears.
"Sam, this isn't what you think," she immediately commented. He shoved the barrel of his gun to her back and waited. Slowly and reluctantly, she turned around. She watched as he aimed the gun at her chest. Parker swallowed and whispered, "C'mon, Sam. Let me save him. Do the right thing." She closed her eyes and waited for his hands to grab her arms and drag her upstairs to Raines.
After a few moments, she heard a grunting sound. So she opened one eye, then the other. Sam stood before her, holding Jarod. He looked at her squarely and asked, "Where am I taking him?
Two Days Later
Somewhere in Montana
"Wow, Miss Parker. I must say that I never imagined we could pull this off," murmured Broots. Sydney merely chuckled and took another pull of his creamy hot chocolate.
"You can do almost anything if you set your mind to it, Broots," Parker replied cheesily, while raising her eyebrows to give her that innocent appearance. She shook her head and downed another shot of Pepto-Bismol.
The three had decided to spend their vacation in Montana, even though the Centre thought Sydney was in Chicago and Parker was in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Parker had thought it would be best if they all stayed with Jarod. She was swiftly beginning to regret that decision. She longed for sandy beaches, melodious surf, and hot cabana boys named Enrique. Not snow, freezing cold weather, and her co-workers. She sighed and left the large den.
She made her way to Jarod's room. Once inside, she sat down and rubbed her forehead. Jarod was off the machine now. It looked like he was on a path to recovery. Parker looked at his still form and felt envious of him for the first time. He was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the events surrounding him. She closed her eyes again and leaned forward, placing resting her head next to one of Jarod's hands on the bed. She laid one of her hands on top of his as she sighed. Sniffing, she felt a tear slide down her cheek before she fell asleep.