A/N: a couple days ago I read a synopsis for Island of the Haunted, since
I have never seen the movie. I mean it was a play-by-play synopsis, very
detailed. It was really interesting. I just wanted to say, however, that
even though I knew Parker and Jarod would not get together, I nearly ripped
my hair out when they nearly kissed, but were interrupted. Sigh. Sorry to
anyone who has not seen the movie. If you want to read any pretender
summaries, I suggest you go Also, I know I'm
complaining here, but I thought the series was getting stupid at the end
with all the family issues. Mr. Raines is Mr. Parker's brother. Mr.
Parker is not Miss Parker's father.......... Does anybody agree or no? Anyway.....
Just read, I'll stop rambling now.
*At last: real dialogue. As u can probably tell, I'm bad at descriptive
writing. I like dialogue a lot better
Diabetics are warned: may cause dangerously high levels of blood sugar from the sickening sweetness.
The phone rang again. Parker hesitated, and then answered it on the
third ring.
"How the hell do you always know exactly when to call?" she demanded,
not even bothering to say hello first.
"Good evening to you too," Jarod replied evenly. Parker was sure she
could detect amusement in his voice. "I figured I'd give you a little
while to cool down after today. I didn't think you'd read the letter
right away."
Parker didn't press any further as to find out how he always seemed to
read her mind. It unnerved her, but she told herself she didn't care.
"What's the point, Jarod?" Parker snapped impatiently.
"Point?" Parker could just hear the grin on the man's face. She
wished she could slap it right off. "Since when is there ever a point
to anything I –"
"Cut the crap. I can see what you're trying to say."
"Alright. What am I trying to say?" The voice didn't sound quite as
amused as before.
Parker froze. It was true she DID know what he was implying, but she
really didn't want to say it out loud. "Shut up, Jarod. Just shut
up. Never call me again. Just shut up and get out of my life –"
"Do you agree?" Jarod interrupted.
Parker quit her ranting. "What?"
"Do you agree with the song?"
"What, you mean does it fit with us? Parts of it, sure."
"No, I mean do you agree with what the lyrics are saying. For
example, in the first verse where it says, "I wish you'd unclench your
fists." Remember on Carthis?"
"I told you to forget Carthis. As far as I'm concerned, Carthis never
happened."
You wanted that kiss as much as I did. Had Ocee not interrup-"
"Jarod-" Parker warned.
"Parker." His voice was firm, but gentle at the same time. "Just say
the word and I'll make it all right."
"'But not right now,'" she whispered miserably. She was torn. Torn
between her duty and her own wants.
"No, not quite yet," Jarod agreed. His voice was low and deep.
"Give me just a little time to find a place where they can never find
us. You need time to tie up loose ends with the Centre. Then we can
start a new life. Together."
Parker was crying silently at this point. She wanted his promises so
badly. She wished he was right in front of her. She wished she could
run right into his arms, and he could hold her and make her feel
truly safe for the first time in years. But she could not. "What
about Sydney?" She whispered. "What about Broots and Debbie and my
little brother? They need me."
"Find out where your brother is. Bring him with you and we can raise him." (Thanks to Ginger6's story, Brand New Year for the idea!) "We can keep in contact with Broots and Syd so long as they don't find out where we are. Even if they did, they care enough about us not to bring us in. Broots can pass on everything you want to Debbie."
"You make it sound so simple."
"'Let's rewrite an ending that fits.'"
Parker swallowed hard, trying to get herself under control. "It's just not possible. They'll catch us. I'll die before I'm brought in like a prisoner."
"That makes two of us. If they catch us, we'll at least have each other in death."
There was silence. Parker's mind raged. She wanted him. But there was just no way. Jarod waited patiently for her to think it out. At last he said, "Parker, 'since we're here anyway . . ."
Parker couldn't help but smile through her tears. "'We can end up saying things we always needed to say . . ."
"I love you, Andrea." (A/N: I always see people use names for Parker that really don't fit. I figured Andrea would fit since, duh, the actress's name is Andrea Parker. She's the only reason I ever watch Less Than Perfect. She's so funny!) "You don't have to say anything in reply. I know you don't like the word 'love.' I already know how you feel."
Parker sniffed and wiped her eyes. "You run, I chase," she said in a defeated tone.
Jarod did not say anything. He simply waited. Waited patiently for her decision.
She sighed. She knew what she had to do. There was no other way. No other choice.
"Okay, Jarod. Let's do this."
~FIN~
^^ Sorry if I got too OOC. Did you like it? Should I not give up my day job? Should I give up writing altogether? Also, to all LOTR fans, check out my other fics. They're poems, two from Pippin's POV, the other from Aragorn's. And more are to come. I may or may not do Frodo next. Anyway, please review!
Diabetics are warned: may cause dangerously high levels of blood sugar from the sickening sweetness.
The phone rang again. Parker hesitated, and then answered it on the
third ring.
"How the hell do you always know exactly when to call?" she demanded,
not even bothering to say hello first.
"Good evening to you too," Jarod replied evenly. Parker was sure she
could detect amusement in his voice. "I figured I'd give you a little
while to cool down after today. I didn't think you'd read the letter
right away."
Parker didn't press any further as to find out how he always seemed to
read her mind. It unnerved her, but she told herself she didn't care.
"What's the point, Jarod?" Parker snapped impatiently.
"Point?" Parker could just hear the grin on the man's face. She
wished she could slap it right off. "Since when is there ever a point
to anything I –"
"Cut the crap. I can see what you're trying to say."
"Alright. What am I trying to say?" The voice didn't sound quite as
amused as before.
Parker froze. It was true she DID know what he was implying, but she
really didn't want to say it out loud. "Shut up, Jarod. Just shut
up. Never call me again. Just shut up and get out of my life –"
"Do you agree?" Jarod interrupted.
Parker quit her ranting. "What?"
"Do you agree with the song?"
"What, you mean does it fit with us? Parts of it, sure."
"No, I mean do you agree with what the lyrics are saying. For
example, in the first verse where it says, "I wish you'd unclench your
fists." Remember on Carthis?"
"I told you to forget Carthis. As far as I'm concerned, Carthis never
happened."
You wanted that kiss as much as I did. Had Ocee not interrup-"
"Jarod-" Parker warned.
"Parker." His voice was firm, but gentle at the same time. "Just say
the word and I'll make it all right."
"'But not right now,'" she whispered miserably. She was torn. Torn
between her duty and her own wants.
"No, not quite yet," Jarod agreed. His voice was low and deep.
"Give me just a little time to find a place where they can never find
us. You need time to tie up loose ends with the Centre. Then we can
start a new life. Together."
Parker was crying silently at this point. She wanted his promises so
badly. She wished he was right in front of her. She wished she could
run right into his arms, and he could hold her and make her feel
truly safe for the first time in years. But she could not. "What
about Sydney?" She whispered. "What about Broots and Debbie and my
little brother? They need me."
"Find out where your brother is. Bring him with you and we can raise him." (Thanks to Ginger6's story, Brand New Year for the idea!) "We can keep in contact with Broots and Syd so long as they don't find out where we are. Even if they did, they care enough about us not to bring us in. Broots can pass on everything you want to Debbie."
"You make it sound so simple."
"'Let's rewrite an ending that fits.'"
Parker swallowed hard, trying to get herself under control. "It's just not possible. They'll catch us. I'll die before I'm brought in like a prisoner."
"That makes two of us. If they catch us, we'll at least have each other in death."
There was silence. Parker's mind raged. She wanted him. But there was just no way. Jarod waited patiently for her to think it out. At last he said, "Parker, 'since we're here anyway . . ."
Parker couldn't help but smile through her tears. "'We can end up saying things we always needed to say . . ."
"I love you, Andrea." (A/N: I always see people use names for Parker that really don't fit. I figured Andrea would fit since, duh, the actress's name is Andrea Parker. She's the only reason I ever watch Less Than Perfect. She's so funny!) "You don't have to say anything in reply. I know you don't like the word 'love.' I already know how you feel."
Parker sniffed and wiped her eyes. "You run, I chase," she said in a defeated tone.
Jarod did not say anything. He simply waited. Waited patiently for her decision.
She sighed. She knew what she had to do. There was no other way. No other choice.
"Okay, Jarod. Let's do this."
~FIN~
^^ Sorry if I got too OOC. Did you like it? Should I not give up my day job? Should I give up writing altogether? Also, to all LOTR fans, check out my other fics. They're poems, two from Pippin's POV, the other from Aragorn's. And more are to come. I may or may not do Frodo next. Anyway, please review!