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For webbers, who requested a The Pretender ficlet, with Jarod/Miss Parker.

Title: My Rags of Heart
Author: voleuse
Fandom: The Pretender
Pairing: Jarod/Miss Parker
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: I brought a heart into the room, but from the room I carried none with me.
Notes: S1, no spoilers

After he escaped, there were a thousand things Jarod wanted to learn. The first thing he ferreted out, however, was Parker's unlisted phone number.


Jarod had been cold before, of course, and even freezing, almost frozen to death. (Sydney had bundled him under blankets after that simulation, and put his hand on Jarod's shoulder while taking his temperature. Jarod remembers that moment more vividly than the simulation itself.) Standing outside, in the open air, was a totally different experience.

The sun was sinking behind the mountains, and snow fell like sparkling confetti against his skin. Jarod tipped his head back and felt the crunch of ice under his feet as he shifted.

He leaned against a tree, and while he waited for Parker to arrive, he rubbed his cheek against the bark and marveled at life's texture.


Parker shed her gun first, set it on her coffee table. She rolled her shoulders and sighed.

If she hadn't spent most of their lives cataloging him, Jarod mused, hovering at the edge of the kitchen, he would feel guilty about watching her like this.

She stretched arms towards the ceiling, her hands unclenching like a dancer's. Something thrummed at the pit of Jarod's stomach, but he waited until he stood between Parker and the gun before he spoke. "Long day?"

Parker whirled about. "Jarod!" Her right hand instinctively reached back for her abandoned gun.

He grinned, then shuffled to his left, mirroring her quick step. "Ah! Let's leave the gun out of this discussion."

She narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"

He shrugged. "Maybe I missed you."

"Right." She folded her arms. "Pull the other one."

Jarod managed to smile despite himself. He pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket and dropped it on the floor. "Early Christmas present." He tapped it with his foot, then slid it forward.

Parker kept a close gaze on him as she bent to pick it up, but it didn't matter. When she tore the flap open, she glanced down, and Jarod slid away.

He was out the door when she let out a wail of frustration, and his lips twisted at the sound.

He knew the feeling.


A/N: Title and summary adapted from John Donne's The Broken Heart.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 1st, 2008 11:09 am (UTC)
ADORABLE. He is so sly and clever, that cheeky bugger.
Jan. 1st, 2008 04:32 pm (UTC)
Also *gleeeeee*.

And you know, I think you're right about that phone number. And I love the texture of this piece.
Jan. 5th, 2008 12:31 am (UTC)
Blessed imagery; however, stay away from stuff like "sparkling confetti." It is something we read in the papers we grade.
Dec. 6th, 2009 01:06 am (UTC)
*misses these two like whoa*

Great story! I really like this characterisation of Jarod.
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