Title: (Promise) You'll be the death of me.
Fandom: The Pretender
Genre: angst, romance, comedy.
Pairing: Jarod / Miss Parker
Rating: VM14
Bingo Challenge: Prompt Jolly (Promise)
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, are the property of TNT, Steven Long Mitchell and Craig W. Van Sickle.
Note: The events of this fan fiction are temporally placed after "The Island of the Haunted".
Dedicated to Nanyscia. Why yes.
The black car in front slowed approaching the building with two floors, and the window was lowered electrically.
Miss Parker and tilted his head forward with your right hand slipped lower on his nose sunglasses. His mouth was tight in a thin line, as he thought of such epithets could tie his men after finding once again that Jarod had escaped again.
He opened the door and Italian with a shoe heel to twelve centimeters touched the concrete, the other followed, and when he stood up his right arm, holding it with the other folded under the breast, while between the middle and index finger holding a lit cigarette.
He heard someone behind him off the vehicle, and the voice of Broots that came from inside the car.
"Jarod has worked for four months as a teacher of psychiatry, specializing in the mourning, the Washington University School of Medicine, but when I contacted them they told me that would be available at this address."
The building was anonymous as any medical facility, and on it were legible embossed glossy black words Strasberg Laboratory. Miss Parker felt close to the pit of my stomach - the usual ulcer or a strange foreboding - and the difference did not matter that much because they were both big trouble.
"He is a Doctor. Steven M. Strasberg, a specialist in general surgery, with an area of jurisdiction in removal of tumors. "
" I heard about it. E 'was mentioned several times in some magazines.' Said Sydney closing the buttons of his brown jacket. Parker looked at him. He wanted to tell you that if you really longed to have an air retirement leading to the park grandchildren could point to a jacket with patched elbows, but he preferred not to give advice that you would definitely regret it.
"So our mortgage this week decided to help the dying, and maybe find the cure for cancer during the lunch break." Said the woman crossing the street , closely followed by Sydney, and then later by Broots.
"Alleviating the suffering of a human being that you start at the end of his time on a big, often overlooked, Miss Parker. "fatherly tone was irritating and she retorted," To do that just pull the plug hole and the oxygen hose "his imagination, more ; fervent than usual lately, he showed her the picture immediately without Reins of his tubes up his nose and seemed to be able to breathe easier.
"How can you say otherwise, I am sure that these circumstances are able to arouse in you a deep respect and mourning. "
would have been ready to do its part by alleviating the suffering of Reins while smoking a Marlboro in his face asking him if he wanted to make last pitch asphyxiate while watching issued some left whistling through his threadbare and useless airways. Oh yes, she was moved by a certain perspective dictated by his keen sense humanitarian.
entered the building and a nurse who adopted the same virility of a steward in a hat approached her asking her to turn off air contrite cigarette. She looked cold, raising his eyebrows, and the nurse went off at a brisk pace.
"He's right." serious Sydney said "There are sick people here."
& ldquo ; It will be my second-hand smoke to kill them, "Parker said, looking around the hall and dropping the cigarette on the polished floor, then step on the shoe, "Tonight will complain to the friends of my lack of sensitivity and be comforted with a gay porn." Broots continued as he entered the building slightly breathless.
"Miss Parker?" The woman took in her full crimson and looked at the man with graying hair wearing a white shirt and identification tag.
"I Dr. Debrin. We expected it. "He said looking at the three" Or rather, Jarod you expect. "
" Jarod's here? "He asked with excitement and anxiety. The genius had finally miscalculated? Thus ended? With a trip to Saint Louis on Thursday any one? And why the hell his stomach was determined to cling to that?
"I wish there was more time, I am sure that Jarod would wanted to greet everyone "
Parker shook her head, as if his hearing was muffled, or had taken a shot in the head.
"Doctor, are you talking about?"
The man looked at her for a moment, surprised by his reaction, but a sudden consciousness joined him soon after and gave a weak smile.
"Jarod has end-stage lung cancer"
Miss Parker blinked once and pressed her mouth by swallowing the saliva that threatened to choke her. Smiled and Sydney seemed to be the grimace of pain which sometimes made her his ulcer.
"No," she said quietly, shaking her head "You are mistaken. He is here to do a superhero. To do the shrink, or neurosurgeon, or the servant of the baths, but he is not here because he is sick, let alone why it is dying! "had a smile and her hands clasped tight in both fists. It was the perfect manicure result in minor cuts on the palms but at that moment her body was terribly alien and his brain failed to send the pulse of pain.
Jarod She was there to take it back to center, not necessarily in one piece. In all likelihood he would make it run a lot, and he kicked and smile with that grin I-know-a-secret that drew the attention of his ulcer and irritated beyond measure, and would have caused dropping some mysterious revelation that & rsquo ; would make recourse to a family pack of aspirin and did vent his anger on Broots or some garbage with a spine is not developed. But it certainly was not there to greet Jarod.
The doctor looked at her seriously, and spoke slowly to avoid provoking further anger. Had such reactions are often seen, whenever he found himself to communicate to a family that had shown a tac inoperable malignant tumor.
"Time is short." Kindly explained to her "Jarod is in the room deep in the corridor, and specifically asked her. It 'a long wait but that is only up to you to decide what to do. If you do not feel like I can, "
" Maybe you should see it. "Parker interrupted the doctor turning to Sydney, who had resigned and a tired expression. Why do not you angry? Why not ask the doctor the explanations? He had some medical knowledge with which to protest, she had nothing but the belief that that stupid lab rat devoted to justice and the good and marshmallows shaped like a teddy bear would not die just to give them the satisfaction of doing his damn work. Maybe age and had suffered losses that Sydney had made death more bearable, and for a moment the envy.
"It's not me who asked." She replied, shaking his head "There is a room where we wait," asked the doctor, speaking also for Broots.
"holding it up." Replied the other preceding and Miss Parker leaving property in the white corridor and aseptic. For a moment he remembered the long wandering in the corridors of the Centre. Sublayer 18 of those were gray and bare, full of shadows, and she crossed them reminding herself not to be afraid, repeating as a mantra that all was well, that at the end of the corridor there was Jarod.
So Miss Parker began to walk, one foot before the other, feeling the shadows on even if the corridor was full of light, trying to believe in his mantra, because at the end of the corridor there was Jarod.
The aluminum knob was cold and she put us in a few moments before you shoot it too. Enough light filtered by the blinds do not have to be necessary to resort to artificial, and sound of the machine which provided oxygen to the man lying in bed in the room greeted by giving it a feeling of claustrophobia.
Ritta in its full vermilion looked watchful eyes of Jarod, who spotted the front door shut and clenched his teeth behind the lips perfectly rigged staring as if he were an enemy ready to hurt her at any moment.
There was a faint smell that he could not concentrate to recognize hidden under that of bleach and disinfectant. The room was clear and impersonal, furnished with a bed surrounded by machines, a vacuum cabinet and a chair against the wall.
"you invent anything to not get locked up." She said with sarcasm masking the trembling of the voice. He hated having made a trip of five hours with a CD of Police made repeated as the only alternative to the chatter of Broots. He hated not being able to deduct taxes from new shoes, which was to buy every time a pair is damaged or worn in pursuit of Jarod, as labor costs. He hated that providers of bathroom soap service stations were always empty.
especially hated that Jarod was in a hospital bed, dying.
Oh yes, she was strangled with his own hands more than once. A couple of times she had dabbled with fantasy to shoot his knee. But to get killed by a tumor while both were a step away from the truth and once he gets to hunt in every remote corner of the United States was an affront that could not tolerate. He decided that he had every right to be angry, because after having spent the time to push and push to send it in the direction that he felt was morally high deserting, he was choosing the easy way. This was leaving alone.
"a case of two meters." Says he focuses all his energy on making enough to pronounce those words that gave him the breath mask on his face "I dare you to do better. "she said and drew his pistol from his belt by pointing in his face while he laughed and then weak coughing, choking.
Parker left his S & W on the cabinet beside the bed and leaned over him asking "What's wrong?" Opened in mid-air with his hands on his chest, as if afraid of touch it.
"I call the nurse." Decided to reach out his hand to the remote resting on the deck, connected to a white wire that ended in the wall, but Jarod stopped the wrist with one hand and shook his head, gasping for breath.
"The flight is mine." He said, accusing her of wanting to escape. Or maybe you just want to escape their separation.
She stared at him for a moment, doubtful. Jarod saw the slightest decrease tension in the shoulders and on her way to breathe regularly realized that he had checked. He looked into my eyes and then looked at the chair against the wall, because you sit.
"Oh, and now I will say sitzen " ridiculed her as if she had mistaken for a trained dog. Sometimes, in fact, when the Triumvirate told her to jump and its not-father but his uncle reminded her to ask how high, we felt.
"If you own is necessary." He replied just as ironic, hiding a smile behind his oxygen mask.
Miss Parker moved away chair, reluctant to put it near the bed of Jarod.
She felt uncomfortable and a little voice inside her was trying to demand attention but to no avail.
They had not been so close since they were stranded on the island of Carthis. If you focus could smell the burning wood in the fireplace behind them, the warmth and shelter offered by the cover that Jarod had him close and smell of her skin clean that you mix with those of hot tea. For this she was always careful not to focus ever.
But now she was sitting at his bedside as one of the most classic scenes from movies in which the two men greet each other forever and who goes mark - inevitably, irreversibly, painfully - the lives of those who remain. This type of marks she had some experience but this time, he knew, would only be worse.
He had angrily chased and hunger, as it pursues revenge. How chases hope. Now the hope, irreverent and fleeting, was extinguished in an unnamed hospital bed and she could not do anything but stand there and wait for the sheet on the face would rise, to return to Blue Cove which would have been an expensive body. He had spent years doing the retriever to a bunch of torturers and would return victorious with his bone, then he would receive a cookie and would be free to make a worthy funeral for all hope of truth and peace.
"I thought ..." he began speaking slowly, "... that you might Please ... "he paused again for breath" ... a front-row seat. "he concluded, smiling.
That should have been one of his jokes, he thought Miss Parker, and felt anger. He felt anger because no, she was not pleased. He felt no anger because they could not end like this. He felt no anger because they could not leave her and expect her to take him as one of his usual, silly games.
"Jarod not to disappoint you, but right now you're not a great show." Returned almost hissing. Jarod recognized his basic defense reaction: the attack.
"You have better things to do," he asked, smiling with no resentment, "Dining with the family?" He asked ironically, "I know a restaurant that cambodian Delivery. We still have the problem of disposing of the van. "
Miss Parker clenched his teeth, irritated. At that time the culinary tastes of his brother Lyle were the most bearable of the situation. And most of you know that, despite everything, to be with Jarod - chasing him around each hole of the city, to be glued to the floor of the motel TINIEST, solve puzzles without sclerotic solution, to keep him company while dared to die - was the best option he had. And, of all times, he had chosen to make him understand this. Typical!
"What What would you do? "he asked.
"It 's another one of your stupid tricks?" She asked in return, openly angry.
"I want to know ..." he said, taking a breath "... What would you do now, if I were free to do so."
The question caught her by surprise, and without a valid response. He had always thought to be responsive to everyone, but for some time Jarod was forced to get used to the idea of not being able to answer even the most basic of questions.
"When I was at the center that I did not think about it." He explained, tired "I dreamed of the places I had shown on the books, and all had the same smell. & Rdquo ;
"Let me guess." she said with a grin "The smell stale ventilation ducts. "
" No. "he replied calmly," Your. "
" Where are you trying to get there? "he replied angrily. He wanted her helpless and vulnerable to implement one of those moving scenes that made her only the sick? "You're trying to get one of those poignant conversations in which the last to reach closure and some sort of cosmic balance to the universe? Well, forget it! We will not close at all! "He said rising from his chair so quickly that it ended on the ground. "Thou shalt have my blessing to let go here alone to struggle in the midst of inept and human waste!"
"I will die." He said, as a matter of fact .
"would not allow it," she said, forgetting the rules of logic and nature. With him I could never win. Only in a dream, sometimes chase stopped. In a dream, sometimes, they were not hunter and prey. They were nothing but two hands met in midair in a lit room. Nothing but the guardians of each other secrets.
nothing else but skin against skin and lips against lips and soul into the soul glow of a fireplace on a deserted island.
They were silent for long moments. Parker realized he had said too much, and on another occasion that would have been an embarrassing evidence of weakness but would Jarod This resulted in the failure of his small tomb, so this was not so terrible. It was not so terrible. It was worse.
"Accordiamoci." He said when he stopped Parker's chest rise and fall quickly in the fury of anger.
"What?" She said confused.
"I will survive this and any else is necessary, in return I want a simple promise. "breathing badly, and she thought she was delirious. And what logic there was need to fight or a delusion? Could support him and believe for a while, 'he would keep his promise.
Of all those who had never met in life, he was the only one who had never broken one.
"What promise?" He asked out of curiosity and wants to overturn his life. Make sense of the grueling trip in the car, the car chases relentlessly, night phone calls and the disappointment of his father.
"Nothing challenging." Coughing as soon as he said "The part I liked a lot but dell'obbedire has been eliminated and I doubt that you would surely have appreciated, however, .
She was obviously confused, "What are you talking about?" he asked again, in a faint voice.
Jarod ignored the question continued his speech "There is still a part of being faithful, which I" explained "and to love and honor each other every day of Our Lives "
She stared at him for several seconds and then began to laugh. It was the saddest laugh that Jarod had ever heard in his life and looked at her as you watch a beautiful dream that vanishes.
"Being able to thee I would have asked on his knees," he said when she stopped laughing "You rise with more conviction," he added with a smile "And I would have liked, but then I said no & rdquo ;
was typical of Jarod be romantic in the least opportune moments. Make them want things that would not ever want. As you say, for example.
"You guessed it. I would have laughed at you. " confirmed, nodding lost. He could see the scene before his eyes, and it was a beautiful scene, "But you'd be wrong on the answer." Admitted, surprising herself.
"I will not die." He said, looking straight in the eye "and she would not find you a second time in a magnanimous mood as well." He said with a smile , she laughed and tired, and felt a sensation that was almost alien. And regret that he had met briefly a long time. Hope.
Jarod's body move violently on the bed, and my back is arched upward before he returned to fall heavily on the mattress. Parker moved to approach him while machinery postponed a flat line and an intermittent sound. Someone yanked out of bed as she tried to shake him and force him to open his eyes, and was dragged by force into the hall, where the knee gave way causing her to lean against the wall.
He heard the cries from the room Jarod confused with a persistent hum in the his head, while blood flowed away, making them difficult to think clearly.
He sat on a bench in the hallway, standing still staring at the point where the wall met the green white paint.
"at 14:02," said the doctor, who suddenly saw his side.
Parker blinked "What?" Said he realized that he had not heard a single word of what the man had said.
Dr. Debrin looked at her kindly and she placed a hand on his shoulder, which she refused because the body was numb.
"It 's been very good."
She wanted to scream, grab him by his immacolatissimo white coat and throw him to the wall as long as the wall turns red, but at this time the effort was too expensive to move.
"Jarod was a true inspiration to us all," he said, as if he were already writing the eulogy "Thanks to him, and you too of course, we able to help many people who will be forced to go through this painful experience. "
The stomach was turning in front of that perfect example of insensitivity and indifference passed off as pure altruism.
"It 's all gone in the best way." He went on smiling and calm.
"The best way?" She said, raising his voice involuntarily. The forces were returning suddenly, it was not simply to reduce a sieve disgusting man claiming to be the benefactor.
The phone rang in his jacket pocket and grabbed her without looking at the dispaly. Ready to thrown to the ground and bury it with a heel while the man kept talking, without restraint or remorse "It 'was by far the best exercise I've ever seen," he said.
"Exercise," asked the phone rang while still in his hand.
"Sure," replied the other, nodding, "But now I have to leave because someone another is ending. "he said looking at his wristwatch," It 's time. "
" Wait, "he said, without the doctor gave her plays" Parker & rdquo , she answered the phone dry.
"The application of the method Strasberg education to the treatment of trauma is just one of many ways to help people, you'd be surprised what you can do 's art to improve the world. "enthusiastically explained," Rather, I was thinking, where would you rather go on a honeymoon? "the irreverent voice of Jarod - too healthy - got the ear and the blood started ; pounding in my temples.
"Wherever you'd like to be buried," she said almost in a growl, and his ulcer came back and knocked to the side and comes back to mind the fantasy of a shoot knee. And then another.
"I see, I decide ..." said the patient "... but then I do not want to hear complaints,"
"I will kill you ; with my hands. "assured him through clenched teeth.
"You make me die." Admitted light in tone, and was not parrying bullets between the eyes, or anything else that would result in a perpetual interruption of vital functions "But not yet." reminded "Not until you've at least kept your promise."
"-Jarod "
He severed his - certainly poisonous - replied softly," Parker said in the same tone in which it was promised as a child, torn from their intentions to revenge with an ease that she would favorite hate with greater conviction "A promise is a promise" and Parker recognized the smile on the other side of the phone. A smile that said I also won is time, and it was a trick innocent and I will never leave .
"Till death do us part."
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