Chapter Four
Parker was in the kitchen starting to make her dinner when she heard a thump from the living room. Warily, she pulled her gun and crept through the door to see who was in her house.
Upon seeing the figure she tucked her gun away and swallowed hard. She wasn't surprised that he was here; it was just how he looked that worried her.
Jarod was lying in the middle of the floor with his eyes closed. A thin trickle of blood was coming out of his nose. He didn't move when she knelt on the floor beside him. She checked his pulse. It was slow and steady. She breathed a sigh of relief and propped his head up with a pillow from the couch.
She wasn't sure what to do next. She had her prey unconscious on the floor. The most logical thing would be to call the Centre. He would escape the second he woke up but she would gain some kudos, just for bringing him in.
She seriously considered it as payback for the headache that had only just worn off, but then Jarod groaned and she dropped the idea.
'I swear, if you're playing possum I will put a bullet in each of your kneecaps Jarod' she whispered fiercely.
He groaned again, obviously beginning to wake up. The blood from his nose began to drip on her expensive carpet. Scowling at the fact that he chose her lounge room to teleport into and lie unconscious in she went to get some tissues.
When she came back he had rolled on his side and was curled in a tight ball. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. 'Jarod, what's going on?' She demanded, wiping the blood off his face. 'What . . . Where am I? Why's it so bright in here?' he mumbled.
Parker looked around. It was night and only a gently glowing fire and a single lamp lighted the room. It looked like Jarod was afflicted by the same thing that she had woken up with that morning- only worse.
'What have you been doing?' She growled, knowing that this had something to do with him wanting them away from the Centre tomorrow. His eyes flickered open and he smiled. 'You'll see . . .' he whispered and closed them again. Parker knew she'd get no sense out of him tonight. She sighed and went to fetch a blanket for him. If he was going to arrive in her house unexpected then he would have to sleep were he landed.
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The next morning, before she started getting ready for work, she went downstairs to check on Jarod. He was still asleep on her floor but he awoke when he heard the soft tread on the stairs. He looked around groggily than looked up at her as she stood over him with her arms crossed.
'How did I get here?' he asked, squinting slightly.
'I don't know, you tell me.' She growled.
'I meant to go back to my place,' he mumbled, then tried unsuccessfully to sit up.
'Jarod, what have you been doing?'
'I'll let you know when I remember.' He said, frowning in thought. Then, for the first time, he disappeared right in front of her eyes. It was like he slowly became less real until her eyes told her brain that she'd been imagining things and there was no one there.
Parker growled in frustration, waving her hand through the air where he'd been. Yep, he was definitely gone.
TBC . . . but first, I need some user input. What would Parker, Sydney and Broots be working together on at the Centre if they weren't chasing Jarod?
Parker was in the kitchen starting to make her dinner when she heard a thump from the living room. Warily, she pulled her gun and crept through the door to see who was in her house.
Upon seeing the figure she tucked her gun away and swallowed hard. She wasn't surprised that he was here; it was just how he looked that worried her.
Jarod was lying in the middle of the floor with his eyes closed. A thin trickle of blood was coming out of his nose. He didn't move when she knelt on the floor beside him. She checked his pulse. It was slow and steady. She breathed a sigh of relief and propped his head up with a pillow from the couch.
She wasn't sure what to do next. She had her prey unconscious on the floor. The most logical thing would be to call the Centre. He would escape the second he woke up but she would gain some kudos, just for bringing him in.
She seriously considered it as payback for the headache that had only just worn off, but then Jarod groaned and she dropped the idea.
'I swear, if you're playing possum I will put a bullet in each of your kneecaps Jarod' she whispered fiercely.
He groaned again, obviously beginning to wake up. The blood from his nose began to drip on her expensive carpet. Scowling at the fact that he chose her lounge room to teleport into and lie unconscious in she went to get some tissues.
When she came back he had rolled on his side and was curled in a tight ball. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. 'Jarod, what's going on?' She demanded, wiping the blood off his face. 'What . . . Where am I? Why's it so bright in here?' he mumbled.
Parker looked around. It was night and only a gently glowing fire and a single lamp lighted the room. It looked like Jarod was afflicted by the same thing that she had woken up with that morning- only worse.
'What have you been doing?' She growled, knowing that this had something to do with him wanting them away from the Centre tomorrow. His eyes flickered open and he smiled. 'You'll see . . .' he whispered and closed them again. Parker knew she'd get no sense out of him tonight. She sighed and went to fetch a blanket for him. If he was going to arrive in her house unexpected then he would have to sleep were he landed.
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The next morning, before she started getting ready for work, she went downstairs to check on Jarod. He was still asleep on her floor but he awoke when he heard the soft tread on the stairs. He looked around groggily than looked up at her as she stood over him with her arms crossed.
'How did I get here?' he asked, squinting slightly.
'I don't know, you tell me.' She growled.
'I meant to go back to my place,' he mumbled, then tried unsuccessfully to sit up.
'Jarod, what have you been doing?'
'I'll let you know when I remember.' He said, frowning in thought. Then, for the first time, he disappeared right in front of her eyes. It was like he slowly became less real until her eyes told her brain that she'd been imagining things and there was no one there.
Parker growled in frustration, waving her hand through the air where he'd been. Yep, he was definitely gone.
TBC . . . but first, I need some user input. What would Parker, Sydney and Broots be working together on at the Centre if they weren't chasing Jarod?
