TITLE: Never tear us apart
AUTHOR: Trixi
e-mail : 1007-816@online.de
RATING: donīt know, PG-13 ?
SPOILERS: Second Season Final
DISCLAIMER: You know, the Pretender and its characters, Jarod, Miss Parker, Sydney and Broots belong to NBC and I just borrow them. I promise to return them after this.
The title belongs to INXS.
SUMMARY: Miss Parker finaly catchs Jarod and gets the order to kill him. But thatīs just the beginning...
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my second story and english isnīt my first language so please, just overread any typos... :)
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Now on with the show...
Somewhere in a little motel room
"Are you happy now?" Jarod tore at his handcuffs and looked to an evil grinning woman.
"I'm very happy, yes." Miss Parker took out her silver cigarette case, put one in her mouth and lit it, blowing the smoke directly in his face.
"We should...shouldn't you call the Centre?" Broots asked, walking nervously through the dark motel room.
"Don't panic, you moron!" Miss Parker shouted, grabbing him by his shirt and throwing him into the only chair in the room.
"This time he can't escape. I have him right where I want him." she purred and flashed Jarod a triumphant look.
Sydney entered the room and shook the rain from his heavy coat.
"We have...umm..." he began, but she cut him off.
"What? Spit it out!"
"There's a problem. The pilot can't come and pick us up. The storm is coming toward us too fast."
"Like I told you before." Jarod said, interrupting their conversation.
"Shut up! No one wants to listen to you." Miss Parker hissed and took her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed her father's number.
"Daddy, I have him! No, I mean...Yes....As soon as possible, but we have to wait here 'til the storm has passed...O.K., 'bye daddy!"
"And what did he say?" Sydney walked toward the window and looked outside.
"We should get to the Centre as soon as we can." she went to the bed and checked Jarod's handcuffs once more.
"Just to be sure." she whispered devilishly to him. "You know, there is no chancefor you to escape again."
"There is always a way. Maybe not at the moment." he said, tearing at the cuffs once more. "But there's no way I'll stay at the Centre."
"We'll see." Miss Parker replied sweetly, and felt for the key in her pocket, just in case he was now Houdini and found it.
She gave Broots the second gun and snapped, "Here, keep your eyes on him. If he tries anything, shoot him. And do us all a favor, and don't shoot yourself in the foot."
Then she disappeared into the bathroom.
* * * * *
Hours later
Broots still sat in the chair, Jarod lay on the bed, and Syd had stretched out on the little sofa. Miss Parker stood at the window and stared out at the steady rain falling. Noone had spoken since Miss Parker re-entered the room. Not even Jarod, who was so fond of baiting her.
"What's up with Frankenboy? Is he pretending to be speechless now?"
Miss Parker looked again at the silver briefcase containing the DSA's. They had found Jarod and the DSA's, what could make this day better? Nothing except a flight home to Blue Cove. She would give the Centre Jarod back and then disappear herself and never come back. She had already picked her travel route and bought a little piece of land in Canada. To think of it always made her a bit happier, but Broots dragged her out of her thoughts.
"Mmm, Miss Parker?"
"What?" she snapped, colder than she had intended. He was a poor guy and didn't deserve to be treated like this. But soon, he would be rid of her.
"I thought...maybe we could..."
"What, Broots?"
"There's a diner down the road, and I thought we could get something to eat. I'm starving . You know, you called me before I could have breakfast this morning and..."
"O.K.," she cut him off. "Take Syd and bring something back for your little genius too."
"Great. Syd, you coming?"
"Yeah." he said, slowly standing up and stretching. he was somehow glad this hunt was at an end now; he was too old for all this hunting.
Once they were outside, Jarod opened his mouth to say something, but Parker pointed her gun directly in his face.
"Not a word. I have had enough of your little mind games. You've played them one time too many."
He shut his mouth again but started as soon as she put her gun back in its holster at the small of her back.
"Do you already have the flight ticket?"
"I don't need a ticket for the Centre Private jet." she answered boredly. She thought that he would have something more intelligent to say at a time like this.
"I don't mean that. To Canada. I meant do you already have the ticket to Canada."
How could he have know about that? She bought it with a fake name and paid cash....
"I don't know what you mean, so shut up!" Attack is the best defense, she thought casually, when her phone began to ring. She grabbed it and snapped, "What?"
"Oh, Daddy! What? No, I understand....but...no, O.K.... as you wish. What about Syd and Broots? O.K., fine. I'll see you back at the Centre. 'Bye."
She put the phone on the desk and slowly sank into the chair.
"What? Won't Daddy let you leave him?" he mocked and smirked.
"I told you, shut up!" she shouted and stood, returning to the bathroom.
She shut the door behind her and leaned against it wearily. This can't be true. After all the time she spent chasing him, she should shoot him now? But why? She thought the Centre wanted him back because he was one of their best sources of income. Now her father was giving her the clear order to kill Jarod here and now. About Syd and Broots, she mustn't think because they will busy for awhile at the diner. It was just another job, although she had never had the order to kill anyone, other than Lyle, except he wasn't really dead at the time.
"Hey!" Jarod shouted from the room.
Parker smoothed her suit and went back into the room to Jarod.
"What?" she asked roughly.
"I need to go too. Or would you rather I make a mess in here?" he said, grinning at little. He didn't understand what was up quite yet.
Miss Parker hesitated before pulling out her gun. Better now than later, she thought coolly. But as she aimed at Jarod, and looked at him, really looked at him, she froze. What was she about to do?
Jarod saw the look in her eyes and the gun aimed at his head. He understood now what Mr. Parker meant by his last call. He was now useless to the Centre and Miss Parker should remove the problem and the evidence. He tried to free himself from the cuffs and to stand up without success. He just hit the headboard of the bed.
He closed his eyes and waited for the <
Jarod blinked and replied, "Go ahead, shoot me. Then you're free! Don't you think everyone deserves to be free?"
She didn't move; she didn't even blink her eyes. She just stood there.
* * * * *
After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity for both Jarod and Miss Parker, he heard a loud <
It was then he recognized her across the room. She was packing their things together and walked back over to him. She uncuffed him from the bedpost and harshly cuffed his hands behind his back.
"Just one word or noise and I really will shoot you. Now get up."
"Where are we going?" he asked, confused.
"That's none of your business! Go!" she exclaimed impatiently, and pushed him out of the room toward the black waiting for them in front of the motel.
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