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Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘The Pretender”, but I would have if damned NBC took my five bucks! Stupid *%$#@&#…heh…sorry… Well, no infringement intended, I’ll give them back when I’m done playing with them.




Not Even Oz Can Save Us

by J.






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I finally caught the bastard!

Its the last god-damned-time that he’s gonna try an outsmart me. Right now I'm parading him down the halls and into daddy’s office. He'll be so proud of me. I allow a small smirk at Lyle as I pass him; the dumfounded look on his face is almost making me laugh.

Almost.

I can just see Daddy now. 'I'm so proud of you Angel!' And then he'll give me a hug, and a kiss in the forehead, maybe take me out to dinner. I'm almost there; I like it when he’s proud of me. No-scratch that; I need him to be proud of me. I'm jamming my 9mm Smith and Weston harder into Jarods back. Basterd thought he could outsmart me...

He didn't.

I'm in Daddy’s office...but he’s not happy with me...Lyle and Bridget are next to him.... But that can't be possible. Brigitte is dead. Oh, shit! How the hell did Jarod get the handcuffs off?

"Freeze, wonder kid!" I level my gun to his head. Why isn't anyone else trying to stop him? And why the hell is Daddy smiling at the god damned basterd like he’s an old friend?! I'm stepping back, planting my feet. Un fucking believable! Where the hell did Jarod get a gun?! He’s pointing it at me, that 'I'm better that you' look on his face. I ought to shoot it off, but the triumvirate wants him alive.

"Now, Jarod.... that’s not very nice." Finally! At least Daddy’s still sane.

"Your right.... Dad." Jarods' handing the gun to my father.... what an idiot!

Daddy’s pointing the gun at me. Me! I knew this was coming. I don't know how, or why, but I knew it. I just did.

"I'm sorry, Angel...” I hear him before I hear the gun shot.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

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"What the hell?"

My hair a disheveled mess, I bolt upright in bed. Ring... ring... ring... My phone. Hell of a way to wake up from a nightmare, huh? Laying back down I sigh, if I don’t answer it, it'll go away right...

Its still there.

My digital clock is flashing 4 am. Who the hell would call at 4-fuckin-am? This better be good...

"This better be good!" My voice sounds harsher than usual. Probably 'cause its 4 am. Whoever’s on that phone, it’s not there lucky day.

"Miss Parker... No friendly 'what' for me?"

"Jarod." Figures. The name barley escapes through my clenched teeth. My hand is tightening around the phone. I can hear the shell cracking and I ease up.” What the hell do you want, Wonder kid?"

"Just wanted to let you know.... I've almost got the puzzle finished." I can hear the smirk on his face. One day I'm going to shoot it off. Centre be damned.

"What are you talking about...?" My tone softens, not too much, just enough to let him know I'm curious.

"Now, if you can't remember why should I tell you...?" Damn him. Damn him, and his smugness and cute little ass. "Really, Parker. You need to keep up."

I sigh, keeping quiet. If I give him three minutes of silence, he'll tell me. Always does. He’s too arrogant and vain to keep things to himself. I'm getting bored …..

And five... four... three... two...

"Our mothers were closer than you'd think."

Told ya.

"Come again...?" I loved-love-my mother, but its 4:25 am, I love my sleep just a little bit more.

"Parker.." He’s talking to me like I'm a child. I hate that. I just wish I could hate him. "You’re running slow this morning."

"Out with it!" I'm mad, and now he knows it.

"Maybe I just shouldn't tell you about the fairy tale ending..." Condesending, with just a hint of amusement. That’s his tone. Fairy tale ending? God.

"Look, Jarod! You didn't have a great childhood, given. But you had a roof over your head; food on the plate and someone was wiping your ass every time you got up! Stop trying to relive it with me damnit! I had one already and I wish to God I could give it back!" I'm near screaming. I'm not mad at him...at least not all at him. I'm mad at me, but its easer to yell at him.

"Parker..." He’s concerned now. He feels guilty. Good.

He should feel guilty.

"No, Jarod. No. This is the real world, not some fairy tale. Cinderella doesn't get her man, Snow White doesn't wake up, and there’s not enough magic in Oz to save our sorry assess." I can almost see him flinch with every word. I'm not yelling anymore, that’s what’s hurting him so much. I'm being calm and smooth, or I try to be. My voice got a little ragged near the end. I'm crying. I hope he doesn't pick up on it.

But he will.

He always does.

"Its not my fault." His voice is almost harsher than mine. "Its not my fault your a drunk stuck in a death trap, with a murder for a father."

Oh, no he didn’t.

The phone crashes against the wall. It’s laying in pieces where I threw it across the room. That’s the end of that. I hope.

I can't take anymore.

I just can't. Jarods taken away my entire family away from me. My mother died trying to save him, my fathers not my father. He’s even got Ethan. I needed Ethan. I need him. He’s all I've got left.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

My cell phone is ringing. It’s Jarod. I know it. I'm rolling over, putting a pillow over my head. Getting good use out of my new mantra.

If I don't hear it, he’s not there...

If I don't hear it, he’s not there…

If I don't hear it, he’s not there...

If I don't hear it, he’s not there...

If I don't hear it, he’s not there...

If I don't hear it, he’s not there...









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