Chapter Nine (I think. Damn it's hard to remember what chapter I'm up to)
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters and this show, would I be posting on this website, instead of writing new episodes? No? Didn't think so. Oh well. *sigh*
Parker awoke to the smell of disinfectant. She opened her eyes and was temporarily blinded by the stark whiteness of her surroundings. There was a drip in her arm. She put these things together to work out that she was probably in one of the Centre's wards.
She wondered what had happened. He memories seemed sort of fuzzy and unreal. Chasing Jarod through the backstreets of a city with Lyle and a sweeper. Catching up with him and trying to reason with him, only to have him pull a gun on her and try to shoot her. 'Lucky he missed my heart' she thought muzzily 'I'm going to whop his arse when I catch up with him.' At that thought Lyle entered with a doctor and the two other members of her team in tow.
'Morning sis. Nice to see you finally awake.' He chirped brightly.
'How long have I been out for?' she growled, trying not to sound confused and groggy.
'You were bought back here a week ago. Lyle said Jarod shot you in the leg.' Broots filled in the gaps for her, sounding doubtful and nervous at the same time.
'The bastard! I'm going to kill him when I find him.' She snarled, confirming Lyle's story for Broots and Sydney. Ripping the covers off she pulled the drip out of her arm and swung her legs off the bed. 'Where are my clothes?' she demanded, realising she was clad only in one of those annoying hospital gowns.
The doctor pointed to a cupboard by her bed, clearly worried that she shouldn't be getting out of bed so soon after waking up from her coma. She didn't care. She wanted to catch the smug bastard that had done this to her.
The men left so she could get changed and once back in her high heels and small skirt she felt much better. Striding down the halls she sent most ducking for cover at the look on her face. The single-minded resolve she felt would not be deterred.
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Two days later Broots and Sydney were in absolute awe of her determination. Despite her week long unconsciousness she was unstoppable- coming in early and working late, searching hard for Jarod.
Sydney knew something had happened. Jarod had said that Parker had left the Centre. Sydney had been laying plans for him and Broots to follow. Besides, he knew that Jarod would never shoot someone willingly, let alone Parker. Lyle was lying. The question was how had he gotten Parker to agree with him? The thought that her memories had been tampered with made Sydney nervous. He tried to shrug it off. There was nothing he could do until Jarod contacted him. Still he didn't like it all.
Just then Parker strode in. She never just walked anywhere these days. 'Anything yet Broots?' she demanded. The tech made a plausible attempt to disappear. Any fondness that Parker had shown to him before had disappeared. She had reverted back to how she had been when they had first met. Cold, angry. 'No Miss Parker' replied Broots, flinching at the storm that would follow his words.
The room temperature dropped. 'I suggest you try harder then Broots' hissed Parker, cold enough to freeze the hottest pits of hell. Almost growling with frustration, Parker stalked out of the room. The two men left in the room exchanged worried glances as the clicking of her heels faded.
Parker paced restlessly down the dim underground hallways of the sublevels, scattering people in her wake. The anger she felt burned coldly. She couldn't quite account for the single-mindedness she felt on the issue of Jarod. She just knew that she had to catch him.
On a whim she tuned her steps toward the lower levels. Something didn't feel right but she just couldn't figure out what it was. Sighing, she tried to put it out of her mind.
As she went down deeper into the sublevels, the amount of people thinned out. Not many had clearance for down here. By the time she reached SL-24 the endless corridors were empty. She stopped going down and began to navigate the way towards Angelo's space. She needed him to empath some things they had found at Jarod's last hideout.
Parker secretly suspected that Angelo was holding back his gift to help Jarod but she would coax it out of him, one way or another. She walked on head down, knowing the corridors like the back of her hand. Footsteps made her look up. She blinked in disbelief at what she saw.
A black leather clad form was jogging head down towards her. 'It's my lucky day' she thought and pulled her gun. 'Freeze Jarod!' she commanded, aiming at him. He jumped and looked up, stopping dead.
'Parker!' he said in surprise, the happiness in his voice confusing her briefly, causing her stomach to jump. She quashed the strange feelings, cocking the 9mm to make sure he got the message.
'Hands where I can see them Jarod' she demanded. For a second he just stared at her in confusion, then, as if suddenly realising something, he slowly raised his hands.
TBC.(that is, if anyone wants to know what happens next)
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters and this show, would I be posting on this website, instead of writing new episodes? No? Didn't think so. Oh well. *sigh*
Parker awoke to the smell of disinfectant. She opened her eyes and was temporarily blinded by the stark whiteness of her surroundings. There was a drip in her arm. She put these things together to work out that she was probably in one of the Centre's wards.
She wondered what had happened. He memories seemed sort of fuzzy and unreal. Chasing Jarod through the backstreets of a city with Lyle and a sweeper. Catching up with him and trying to reason with him, only to have him pull a gun on her and try to shoot her. 'Lucky he missed my heart' she thought muzzily 'I'm going to whop his arse when I catch up with him.' At that thought Lyle entered with a doctor and the two other members of her team in tow.
'Morning sis. Nice to see you finally awake.' He chirped brightly.
'How long have I been out for?' she growled, trying not to sound confused and groggy.
'You were bought back here a week ago. Lyle said Jarod shot you in the leg.' Broots filled in the gaps for her, sounding doubtful and nervous at the same time.
'The bastard! I'm going to kill him when I find him.' She snarled, confirming Lyle's story for Broots and Sydney. Ripping the covers off she pulled the drip out of her arm and swung her legs off the bed. 'Where are my clothes?' she demanded, realising she was clad only in one of those annoying hospital gowns.
The doctor pointed to a cupboard by her bed, clearly worried that she shouldn't be getting out of bed so soon after waking up from her coma. She didn't care. She wanted to catch the smug bastard that had done this to her.
The men left so she could get changed and once back in her high heels and small skirt she felt much better. Striding down the halls she sent most ducking for cover at the look on her face. The single-minded resolve she felt would not be deterred.
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Two days later Broots and Sydney were in absolute awe of her determination. Despite her week long unconsciousness she was unstoppable- coming in early and working late, searching hard for Jarod.
Sydney knew something had happened. Jarod had said that Parker had left the Centre. Sydney had been laying plans for him and Broots to follow. Besides, he knew that Jarod would never shoot someone willingly, let alone Parker. Lyle was lying. The question was how had he gotten Parker to agree with him? The thought that her memories had been tampered with made Sydney nervous. He tried to shrug it off. There was nothing he could do until Jarod contacted him. Still he didn't like it all.
Just then Parker strode in. She never just walked anywhere these days. 'Anything yet Broots?' she demanded. The tech made a plausible attempt to disappear. Any fondness that Parker had shown to him before had disappeared. She had reverted back to how she had been when they had first met. Cold, angry. 'No Miss Parker' replied Broots, flinching at the storm that would follow his words.
The room temperature dropped. 'I suggest you try harder then Broots' hissed Parker, cold enough to freeze the hottest pits of hell. Almost growling with frustration, Parker stalked out of the room. The two men left in the room exchanged worried glances as the clicking of her heels faded.
Parker paced restlessly down the dim underground hallways of the sublevels, scattering people in her wake. The anger she felt burned coldly. She couldn't quite account for the single-mindedness she felt on the issue of Jarod. She just knew that she had to catch him.
On a whim she tuned her steps toward the lower levels. Something didn't feel right but she just couldn't figure out what it was. Sighing, she tried to put it out of her mind.
As she went down deeper into the sublevels, the amount of people thinned out. Not many had clearance for down here. By the time she reached SL-24 the endless corridors were empty. She stopped going down and began to navigate the way towards Angelo's space. She needed him to empath some things they had found at Jarod's last hideout.
Parker secretly suspected that Angelo was holding back his gift to help Jarod but she would coax it out of him, one way or another. She walked on head down, knowing the corridors like the back of her hand. Footsteps made her look up. She blinked in disbelief at what she saw.
A black leather clad form was jogging head down towards her. 'It's my lucky day' she thought and pulled her gun. 'Freeze Jarod!' she commanded, aiming at him. He jumped and looked up, stopping dead.
'Parker!' he said in surprise, the happiness in his voice confusing her briefly, causing her stomach to jump. She quashed the strange feelings, cocking the 9mm to make sure he got the message.
'Hands where I can see them Jarod' she demanded. For a second he just stared at her in confusion, then, as if suddenly realising something, he slowly raised his hands.
TBC.(that is, if anyone wants to know what happens next)
