"MISS PARKER!!! Are you ok?" yelled Debbie as she ran towards Miss Parker.

Miss Parker looked up in panic. She couldn't let Debbie see Jarod like this...but before she had had the thought...Sydney had flown passed her and swooped up Debbie and turned himself 180 degrees...so as not to let Debbie see the horrors that lay in the car.

"I'M OK DEBBIE!!" Miss Parker yelled out so as to avoid the child running to her again. She then turned back to look at the immobile Jarod again. More tears sprang to her eyes and she again let the contents of her stomach spill out. She cried harder as the pain and sorrow washed over to her. She sucked in the much needed air to her lungs... and then she whimpered.

"I'm ok."

Broots had left in his car to get something for Miss Parker's "upset stomach" by Debbie's orders, and had taken Debbie with him.

Miss Parker had been escorted to the bathroom of the shack. She now sat on the floor of the bathroom next to the commode. Her stomach had given her hell and now her ulcer was acting up as well. She was crying at the pain...the pain of what was happening.

It made no sense to her. None of his was making any sense.

She began to remove her clothes...she couldn't ware them any longer. Not when they had his blood on them...blood that had spilt because of her. The death of Jarod had made her feel dirty...and the fact that his blood was on her hands- literally- made her feel as though she would never make up for what had been done.

She had removed her high heels and had taken off her jacket, and had thrown the jacket to the other end of the bathroom- when the note fell out of her jacket pocket. She didn't see it at first...but as she removed her skirt and blouse and threw them where she had discarded the jacket...the note floated up with the gust of air that the clothes had produced.

She looked at the note for a long period of time before she picked it up with a shaky hand. She sank to the floor against the wall as she gazed at the note. Her finger tips glided over the edges of the note, with her other hand her fingertips outlined the letters of her name on the front.

She slowly opened the note...being careful not to rip it.

So I guess your reading this. The first line read.

I guess that means I'm dead. The trap they held for me actually worked. At this Miss Parker sat up straight as her eyes widened at the words written.

All I can say is I'm sorry. I failed you. Miss Parker read.

I thought Thomas was a good man. I thought that he would take you away from all of the horrors of the Centre...but I was wrong.

It's about 2 in the morning right now, and Thomas just called me. He told me that I had to come as soon as possible, that something happened. The reason I'm writing this letter to you...is because I heard the lying in his voice Parker.

At that Miss Parker closed her eyes.

I heard him lying to me...and I knew that his joined their side...he's helping them capture me...but you and I know that I won't let them...at least not alive...and I guess if your reading this note...they succeeded in taking me back in a body bag.

Miss Parker held the tears back...she had to keep her eye sight so she could finish the letter.

But I know have to fall in this trap Parker. I know I have to...if you are to live...I guess I have to die tonight.

Miss Parker fought back the tears with all her might.

And I'm ok with that Parker. I'm at peace with it- Because I would rather die...then to live in a world without you in it. It's difficult for me to be writing so openly to you. But I know in my heart that this is my goodbye to you. This is my goodbye to my best friend...and this is the letter I write to you my dying wish.

Miss Parker's body betrayed her as a tear rolled down her face.

Find my family for me Parker...find my mother...and find the secrets the Centre has withheld from us our entire lives. Make them pay for what they took away from us.

Miss Parker nodded to what Jarod asked of her.

So I guess that's it...heh...imagine...me a genius...speechless...only you could do that to me Parker. Only you.

You're the only one that can drive me insane with your forked tongue...you're the only one that could make me happy when we were children...you're the only one...period. I'm smiling right now thinking about you...about your attitude, your looks, your passion...and how I'll never get a second chance...to kiss those soft lips of yours. Your kiss kept me sane for all those years Parker...and I just wanted to thank you for it.

She couldn't help the tears that came with those lines.

He was actually thanking her...for kissing him.

I wish it didn't have to end this way. I wish I could have had my family. I wish many things Parker. But most...I wish I had the chance to tell you that I love you. That I have always loved you...that even if you had to pull the trigger yourself...that I would never stop loving you...believe me I've tried...it just won't work.

I love you Parker...never forget that...that I...always...loved you.

With all my heart,

Your Jar

Her body arched back as the tears wouldn't stop...and her body pain and heart broke down together. The rage inside her and sadness culminating into a force she had never felt before.

She stood wobbly as the tears fell and her nose ran and her makeup smudged all over her face. She looked into the mirror and saw her reflection.

He had known.

He had known that it was a trap.

And he had gone to his death...because he loved her.

With rage she screamed and lashed out at the image in the mirror, breaking the glass and cutting herself. She began screaming louder and she began to throw anything and everything that was in her path.

She was suddenly being ripped away from her destructive path, as hands and arms wrapped around her frame, trying to restrain her. She yelled out and clawed at the men who restrained her.

"I'LLMAKETHEMPAYI'LLMAKETHEMPAYI'LLKILLTHEMI'LLKILLTHEM!!!!!"

"MISS PARKER PLEASE!!!" cried Sydney.

She struggled until her body had no energy left.

Sydney seized the opportunity and scooped her up...he carried her to the bed and laid her down...but just before she passed out from exhaustion she whispered to Sydney her vow.

"I'll make them pay Sydney...because I loved him too."

Then Parker's body gave up the struggle to stay awake, and left Sydney to cry beside her.

It was the voices that woke her...she knew that now. She slowly opened her eyes. She glanced around the room to find Ethan, Sydney, and Broots over in the corner. Broots was on his laptop, and Sydney and Ethan just looked over Broots' shoulder to the screen in shock. She slowly swung her legs over the side. She looked down at herself.

She was only wearing a bra and her silk panties. She did a quick look around and found a white shirt on the chair next to the bed. She quickly grabbed the shirt and put it on. It was long enough to where it covered everything, but still way to high do be descent. But at the moment the shirt would have to do.

She slowly got up and approached the trio.

"Where's Debbie?" Miss Parker asked.

The question caused all three men to look to her.

"She's outside getting some equipment for me from the trunk of the car. She should be back any second."

A good minute passed until Debbie came back with the equipment Broots needed. The equipment was set up quickly and soon Broots finished what Broots needed to do.

As he finished, he looked to the others behind him in shock.

"You were right Syd." Broots said to Sydney.

Finally Miss Parker approached the trio.

"What's he right about?" asked Miss Parker.

Sydney's hand held his chin as he eyed Miss Parker.

"Are you feeling ok Miss Parker...you remember what's going on correct?" he asked.

"YES SYD...I'm all here now." She answered a bit testily.

"You have to forgive me Parker, but you've given us quite a few scares in the past 2 hours."

All of them looked at her now...even Debbie. She looked away and talked while looking to the ground.

"I can't cry anymore. That time has come and gone..."she then turned back and looked directly into Sydney's eyes.

"He wanted me to find his family. And I'm going to. Am going to do what he asked of me." She stated.

"What have yah got?" She asked Broots.

Broots sat back and then looked at Miss Parker.

"We..Well Syd had a theory, that even though we pretty much have confirmation from...um...your inner sense that Ethan is your brother," Broots stopped to look at Sydney and continued only after he nodded the ok to tell her.

"That Ethan might be related to Jarod." Broots finished on a whisper.

Miss Parker looked at Ethan again...and it was as though she had been smacked in the face. She hadn't seen it before. The similarity between Ethan and Jarod was there...in Ethan's eyes. They were Jarod's eyes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and with it came a memory.

She watched as her mother brought forth Ethan into this world, she watched the conversation between Jarod and her mother, she remembered watching her mother's execution...

Miss Parker opened her eyes. It was an answer to one of her questions...but something wasn't right...how she could be remembering things that she had never experienced was a mystery.

But she remembered.

"Don't bother." She spoke to the group. They all looked at her questioningly. Miss Parker sighed dramatically.

"He is Jarod's brother...and he is my brother."

She then looked to Broots.

"How did you know about my inner sense?" asked Miss Parker crossly.

Broots looked like he had been caught stealing something from Miss Parker...his eyes had widened and his mouth made motions to talk...but no sound came out.

"I told him." Ethan stated. He smiled shyly to his sister.

Miss Parker smirked back at him. She couldn't help it. She had a little brother...that wasn't a psycho.

"Daddy?" Debbie's voice rang out.

Everyone turned to see the girl sat on the otherside of her father.

"Yes honey?" Broots answered.

"People that weren't Ethan's mommy and daddy made him?" asked Debbie.

Broots was at a loss for words...how was he going to explain this...but he was saved by Miss Parker.

"Yes sweety." Miss Parker answered.

Debbie went to stand by Miss Parker and looked up at her.

"Why would they do that?" she asked Miss Parker.

"Because their bad people honey...they wanted to make babies for them to keep...and hide from their mommy's and daddy's."

Debbie was a smart child for her age. She stood and contemplated the answer given to her question. Then she shook her head in a no fashion.

"But why would they do that to your mommy if they had you to take Miss Parker?"

As Debbie asked that question a chill traveled up and down Miss Parker's spine. Miss Parker knelt down to the girl's eyesight.

"What did you just say Deb?" asked an uncertain Miss Parker.

Debbie sighed dramatically.

"I said why would they do that to your mommy if they had you to take Miss Parker...was she trying to protect you and let them take another baby from her?" Debbie asked.

At this comment Miss Parker looked up at Sydney and Broots. What she was thinking couldn't be right...she prayed she wasn't.

She got up and went to stand behind Broots.

"Broots run a check on my name on any "donations" or "extractions" that were done to me. Anything..." and before she could finish Angelo came up behind her and tapped her on her shoulder.

Miss Parker whirled around with her traditional "do not mess with me" face. Angelo stared at her for a good minute...before lifting his hand into her line of sight.

Angelo held two DSA's in her hand. Angelo had been in the corner of the room minding himself since she had gotten up from bed, and now all of a sudden he popped up with DSA's in his hand. She knew it wasn't a coincidence. Angelo had been planning this. It seemed that he had planned all of this...from the getaway...to bringing her here...and giving her these DSA's.

She reached up and took them from his fingertips. Angelo sighed as soon as she took them, and then walked back to his corner.

Miss Parker stared after him.

"Broots do you have your DSA player?" she asked urgently.

"Yah..hold on...there." He opened the DSA player and put it on the table next to his laptop, he entered his password and then made way for Miss Parker to work with the player.

Miss Parker quickly put one of the DSA's and the screen quickly became clear...a young Jarod and Miss Parker lay in bed together.

Broots quickly covered Debbie's eyes and quickly moved to take her outside for a while.

It was very apparent what the young Jarod and Miss Parker had just finished. There was no doubt in her mind. They had recorded it all...all of their rushed meetings between Jarod and herself.

She took out the disc and inserted the other...and a piercing scream filled the quiet room.

"JESus!" cried Miss Parker at the yell.

On a birthing table lay a young Miss Parker...who was about to give birth.

"DAAADDDYYY!!!!! PLEASE DON'T LET HIM TOUCH MY BABY!!!NNNOOOO!!!!" screamed the young Miss Parker.

"Miss Parker you have to push now...the baby's are here." Commanded the voice of a psychotic Mr. Raines.

"NNOOO!!! WHERE'S JAROD!!! I WANT JAROD???" the screaming young Miss Parker begged.

"HE'S NOT HERE...NOW PUSH!!!" yelled Mr. Raines.

Miss Parker watched the DSA in utter horror. She covered her mouth in shock at the scene playing out before her. Her eyes had gone wide as the shock made her cry once again.

The young Miss Parker yelled and screamed...and then a baby's scream joined hers. But what happened next is what scared her.

"AGAIN MISS PARKER!!! THE OTHER TWO NEED TO BE BORN!!!" yelled a angered Raines.

And within 2 minutes another child was born. Within the next 5 minutes a third child was born.

Miss Parker squeezed her eyes shut as she prepared herself for what she knew was coming.

The young Miss Parker held out her arms to hold her children. Raines who held one of the children born just looked at the young Miss Parker and began to move to exit the room.

"No," cried a weak Miss Parker.

"Let me see my babies...please...just once...please."

But her begging fell on def ears.

Broots was about to turn off the DSA when Angelo grabbed his hand. Broots looked up startled as Angelo grabbed him. Angelo shook his head no.

Not long after Raines had left...someone entered the room that should not have been alive...someone from the past.

Mrs. Parker entered the room stealthily. Young Miss Parker had been knocked out. Mrs. Parker slowly approached the bed and caressed Miss Parker's brow and head while she cried. She kissed her daughters brow and then whispered something into her daughter's ear. Suddenly another figure entered the room with one of the baby's. It stunned all those watching even more than the appearance of Mrs. Parker...it was Jacob.

"Jacob?!" whispered a wide eyed Sydney in amazement and disbelief.

Jacob passed the child to Mrs. Parker and Jacob then knelt by Miss Parker's side. He slowly caressed her face and cried openly...then bent over and kissed her forehead, cheek and lips.

"Je tame cheri, je tame." Jacob said against Miss Parker's cheek.

And then...just as quickly as they arrived...they left.

As the DSA finished all in the room stood in shock, well, all except Angelo. Miss Parker was in utter shock. All of her questions had been answered with this DSA.

Her mother was still alive.

And now she knew who her real father was.

She had three babies.

Three babies.

She was a mother.

She began to laugh from pure joy and horror of the situation. Sydney who was still in shock over what he had seen on the DSA. Two very important people in the history f the Centre were very much alive...

"Broots I want you to run..." but again before she finished Angelo again interrupted by reaching over Broots' shoulder and sped up the search for what Miss Parker needed.

There on Broots' computer screen was the Nugenisus network...her name and file highlighted in yellow on the screen.

"Miss Parker...yo...you know what this means right? The Centre has been using your ova to make pretenders." Broots informed Miss Parker.

Had Miss Parker been in her regular state of mind she would have chewed him up into little pieces for the obvious comment made. But at the moment all she knew was joy.

But then her mind began to replay the DSA. Her children were taken from her, from Jarod, and they were at the Centre.

They were at the Centre.

She glanced around, not really looking at anything, but her mind started to go into hyper drive.

She needed to get her babies out of the Centre, she needed to find her mother and father...she had to find Jarod's family...to give him a proper funeral. It could take months to track down all of Jarod's family.

But she knew what to do...she turned to Angelo.

"Angelo...I need to find Jarod's family. Do you know where they are Angelo?" asked Miss Parker.

Angelo nodded but then shook his head no. Miss Parker shut her eyes to fight the frustration that threatened to make her lash out.

"YES OR NO ANGELO? IT CAN'T BE BOTH!!" She screamed. The man shrunk back.

"I'm sorry Angelo but I will not baby you!!" She said in frustrated anger.

"Ethan help." Angelo answered Miss Parker.

Miss Parker looked over at Ethan. She walked up to him.

"Are you going to help me?" She asked, a bit afraid of his reply.

Ethan looked at her. The voices in his head were starting again. He had begun to sweat. He rubbed his hands against his pant legs. He then looked directly into her eyes.

"I think I was born to help you." He whispered what the voices had begun to tell him.

Miss Parker stared at him and soon reached out her hand to grab his.

"There are many things that you and I need to discuss...but I'm hoping you can put that aside...and help me take back what those sons of bitches have taken from you and me." Miss Parker vehemently.

Ethan nodded. Still not completely sure of his supposed sister's intentions...but one of the voices assured him. Assured him that she was his sister, and together they were strong.

Miss Parker turned again to Broots.

"When the hell did you get back!" She asked with the old Miss Parker attitude, realizing that he had left at the beginning of the first DSA.

Broots smiled at this.

"I came back before the first DSA ended. I just took Debbie out to the car and told her to listen to some music." Broots answered.

Miss Parker nodded her understanding.

"Broots I want you to do a search, in whatever the hell that facility is, on what happened to all of my ovum. I want to know everything they tried, failed, and did. I might have more children than I think...and if I do I want their locations. ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING BROOTS." She yelled out in a rush of panic and desperate need- the need to hold her children...for the first time in her life.

"I'm on it." Broots said.

Sydney had gone to sit on the couch. Oddly, as Miss Parker glanced over at him. He didn't look all that shocked. He actually looked happy. When he caught Miss Parker looking though, his face turned to one of shock and amazement instead of one of happiness.

Odd.

As she approached Sydney, he smirked at her.

"I guess I must start calling you Miss Green then, shouldn't I?" Inquired Sydney.

And for the first time in that day, maybe decade, Sydney saw her smile in contentment to his comment. She chuckled.

"I guess so...Uncle Syd." She smarted off.

Sydney's smirk turned into a true smile at her comment. She slowly sank next to him on the couch while facing him.

"I guess this means I actually have to start listening to you Froid...but don't let it go to your head." Miss Parker joked.

At this Sydney turned to her with a sobered look. He let his arm swing round and grab one of her hands.

"No...now is the time I follow you...like before...but now...with hope in our futures." He whispered with tears in his eyes.

Miss Parker gripped his hand and then went to hug him. A hug...something so simple that was denied to her many times...because it showed affection. She held Sydney to her and he responded by holding her in a tight hold.

"We'll find Jarod's family Uncle Syd...and then will find ours." Miss Parker stated.

"Yes Miss Par...Miss Green...we will." Sydney stated.