For a Genius . . . Part 8
Disclaimer: Still not my property, still doing this without permission. Sigh. If only =
"Dammit, G! Don't talk about her like that," Jarod protested vehemently. "She's not some Mrs. Robinson wanna-be waiting for a young stud to drop in her lap."
Gemini started to ask, 'Who?' but refrained, afraid to stop Jarod's tirade and, hopefully, realization.
"She needs a man who is not afraid of her, who respects her strength, her focus and intensity," Jarod extrapolated. "She needs a man who will understand that sometimes she just needs to be a bitch without fearing that she will overwhelm him. She also needs a man who will let her be vulnerable without making her feel she is weak. A man who sees beyond her physical beauty to the emotional beauty of her soul. A man who will protect her and allow her to protect him. Someone who shares with her the knowledge of torment and the triumph of survival. She needs . . ." Jarod trailed off, suddenly, intensely, aware of the looks he was receiving from his listeners.
"She needs you?" Ethan suggested quietly in the void.
"She needs you," Gemini stated more positively.
"She needs . . . me," Jarod acknowledged weakly, his brown eyes shining with newly realized knowledge. "She needs me," he stated more clearly, more determinedly, more confidently.
"She needs me." Jarod stood, forgetting his ice cream and walked out of the kitchen. A man on a mission.
Ethan and Gemini glanced at each other and sighed.
"At last," they murmured together and then grinned at the absurdity of it all.
Gemini thought back to the woman who had brought the idea of hope into his life, waking him up to emotion at long last. He hoped he was able to return her good deed in some measure.
The End
Remember, this was just about Gemini and his thoughts about Miss Parker =
Thank you to everyone who encouraged me. I appreciate your taking the time and effort to keep me going to finish my very first Pretender fanfic.