Chapter two
A/N: this story has been sitting on my hard drive for years and I never thought of taking it further but we'll see where this leads shall we?
Parker paced angrily in front of Broots and Sydney, who watched her like a pair of spectators at a tennis match. 'He can't have just vanished into thin air.' She burst out.
'Why not?' asked Sydney, bemused. 'Why not? Because we've tracked him for years and he's never managed to disappear completely.' Parker was starting to splutter.
'Well I've known him since he was four and he's never admitted to having supernatural ability.' Replied Sydney calmly. He had been more than a little shocked by both Jarod's apparent abilities and the knowledge that Parker was Lyle's sister but he'd had time to adjust in the nearly whole month of silence on the pretender front.
'Sorry Sydney, if I'd told you then, they would have dissected me for fun and profit.'
Parker jumped and spun round as Jarod's voice wafted out of the shadows behind her. 'Should I bother pulling my gun on you?' She growled.
'There wouldn't be any point, but if it would make you feel better. . .' He replied, stepping forward and flashing her one of his 'gotcha' grins. Suspecting something, Parker glanced up at one of the security cameras. The little red light was off. No one knew Jarod was here.
'What are you doing here, Jarod?' asked Sydney
'What can I say? I've been busy but I've missed being chased round with guns and being repeatedly told that I should come in because it would be better for me.'
'Busy with what?' Snarled Parker.
'Ah, that. . . is a secret. But you will find out soon enough. I just wanted to recommend that you don't come into work tomorrow.' So saying he stepped back into the shadows and- just faded into the background. Parker strode forwards to stand where he had been just a moment ago. He was definitely gone. She sighed and shook her head.
'It certainly explains all those times we got there to find he had only just left.' Said Broots, his eyes wide with the mild expression of shock on his face. Parker just shook her head in frustration and stalked out with her hands on her hips.
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That evening, Parker stretched her legs out on her expensive leather couch as she nursed a glass of wine. As she was musing on Jarod's comment about her having the genetics for the things she had seen him do she sensed she was not alone.
'Ever heard of knocking?' she said, not looking up.
'Yes but that would be no fun.'
'Hmpf' she replied noncommittally, staring at infinity.
'You're not really thinking of ignoring my advice are you Miss Parker?'
'Which bit of advice would that be?'
'About turning up to work tomorrow.'
'You could just tell me why not and maybe I'd take some notice.' She snapped, already getting irritated with his superior attitude.
'It would ruin the surprise,' he said grinning as he strolled casually around the couch she was sitting on. She didn't bother to follow him with her eyes so when he walked back into her field of vision she was more than a little surprised to see him holding a glass of wine. The bottle she had opened earlier was still in the kitchen.
'Now there's a trick I'd like to learn,' she murmured. His grin got a bit wider.
'How about I teach you my 'trick' if you agree to stay away from the Centre tomorrow.'
'Fine, whatever,' she sighed, surrendering. He smiled and quirked and eyebrow, taking a sip of his wine before setting it down.
'Okay, first rule, I took the wine from the open bottle in your kitchen. You can't just make things. Second rule, the bottle, and the cupboard where you keep your glasses, were open. There was nothing between where the object was and where I wanted it to be. Third rule, start small and don't over tax yourself. Fourth rule . . . No, I think just three should do for now.
Right, it's quite simple when you know how. Watch.' He commanded her and moved the paperweight across the table.
'I don't get it.' Said Parker, frowning. She could sort of feel him doing something but she didn't understand what it was, let alone how she could do it. He looked at her then slowly and purposefully did it again. This time she caught it. You just had to . . .
The paperweight moved again.
'Well done,' he said, moving out of her field of vision again. 'Remember our deal . . .' came the fading voice. She spun round to look at where he'd been and scowled. She knew he was just doing it to annoy her and it was working.
Still, she couldn't help smiling and moving the paperweight again, then moving the TV remote into her hand from the arm of the couch.
To be continued
A/N: this story has been sitting on my hard drive for years and I never thought of taking it further but we'll see where this leads shall we?
Parker paced angrily in front of Broots and Sydney, who watched her like a pair of spectators at a tennis match. 'He can't have just vanished into thin air.' She burst out.
'Why not?' asked Sydney, bemused. 'Why not? Because we've tracked him for years and he's never managed to disappear completely.' Parker was starting to splutter.
'Well I've known him since he was four and he's never admitted to having supernatural ability.' Replied Sydney calmly. He had been more than a little shocked by both Jarod's apparent abilities and the knowledge that Parker was Lyle's sister but he'd had time to adjust in the nearly whole month of silence on the pretender front.
'Sorry Sydney, if I'd told you then, they would have dissected me for fun and profit.'
Parker jumped and spun round as Jarod's voice wafted out of the shadows behind her. 'Should I bother pulling my gun on you?' She growled.
'There wouldn't be any point, but if it would make you feel better. . .' He replied, stepping forward and flashing her one of his 'gotcha' grins. Suspecting something, Parker glanced up at one of the security cameras. The little red light was off. No one knew Jarod was here.
'What are you doing here, Jarod?' asked Sydney
'What can I say? I've been busy but I've missed being chased round with guns and being repeatedly told that I should come in because it would be better for me.'
'Busy with what?' Snarled Parker.
'Ah, that. . . is a secret. But you will find out soon enough. I just wanted to recommend that you don't come into work tomorrow.' So saying he stepped back into the shadows and- just faded into the background. Parker strode forwards to stand where he had been just a moment ago. He was definitely gone. She sighed and shook her head.
'It certainly explains all those times we got there to find he had only just left.' Said Broots, his eyes wide with the mild expression of shock on his face. Parker just shook her head in frustration and stalked out with her hands on her hips.
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That evening, Parker stretched her legs out on her expensive leather couch as she nursed a glass of wine. As she was musing on Jarod's comment about her having the genetics for the things she had seen him do she sensed she was not alone.
'Ever heard of knocking?' she said, not looking up.
'Yes but that would be no fun.'
'Hmpf' she replied noncommittally, staring at infinity.
'You're not really thinking of ignoring my advice are you Miss Parker?'
'Which bit of advice would that be?'
'About turning up to work tomorrow.'
'You could just tell me why not and maybe I'd take some notice.' She snapped, already getting irritated with his superior attitude.
'It would ruin the surprise,' he said grinning as he strolled casually around the couch she was sitting on. She didn't bother to follow him with her eyes so when he walked back into her field of vision she was more than a little surprised to see him holding a glass of wine. The bottle she had opened earlier was still in the kitchen.
'Now there's a trick I'd like to learn,' she murmured. His grin got a bit wider.
'How about I teach you my 'trick' if you agree to stay away from the Centre tomorrow.'
'Fine, whatever,' she sighed, surrendering. He smiled and quirked and eyebrow, taking a sip of his wine before setting it down.
'Okay, first rule, I took the wine from the open bottle in your kitchen. You can't just make things. Second rule, the bottle, and the cupboard where you keep your glasses, were open. There was nothing between where the object was and where I wanted it to be. Third rule, start small and don't over tax yourself. Fourth rule . . . No, I think just three should do for now.
Right, it's quite simple when you know how. Watch.' He commanded her and moved the paperweight across the table.
'I don't get it.' Said Parker, frowning. She could sort of feel him doing something but she didn't understand what it was, let alone how she could do it. He looked at her then slowly and purposefully did it again. This time she caught it. You just had to . . .
The paperweight moved again.
'Well done,' he said, moving out of her field of vision again. 'Remember our deal . . .' came the fading voice. She spun round to look at where he'd been and scowled. She knew he was just doing it to annoy her and it was working.
Still, she couldn't help smiling and moving the paperweight again, then moving the TV remote into her hand from the arm of the couch.
To be continued
