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Knight of the Pretender 1 of 9

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 07:40:30 GMT

Title: Knight of the Pretender
Author: Phoenixnz
Fandom: Knight Rider, The Pretender
Characters: Michael Knight, Sarah Graiman, KITT, Zoe, Billy, Jane, Jarod
Genre: drama
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Verse: From the Humanity/Pretence 'verse, the sixth story in the series.
Disclaimer: I own KITT, yeah right! Kidding! But I do own Jane.

Summary: Jarod calls in his sister to hunt down a mole and help stop a federal witness from being killed. But trouble is, the Knight Foundation, Michael Knight and Sarah Graiman have been given the same task. Can Michael Knight and Jane learn to trust each other long enough to put a dangerous criminal behind bars?

a/n: It's been a while since I posted anything to do with my crossover series, apart from on my own journal, but this is a verse that I've created following on from The Pretender - the verse started with You Run, I Chase and will end with Apocalypse, a crossover with Smallville, Supernatural, and of course, The Pretender. The 'verse centres around a female Pretender, Jarod's youngest sister (an OC).

"How much do you know about FLAG?"

Fanfic: Old Long Since

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 23:33:24 GMT

Title: Old Long Since
Author: aprilvolition
Date: 12/6/11
Part: 1 of 1
Rating: PG13
Ships: Jarod/Miss Parker
Archiving: Just on my LJ, ask if it goes somewhere else.
Warnings: Some bad words.
Timeline: Sometime after Island of the Haunted
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Pretender characters or anything about them so don’t sue me.
Summary: Jarod leads Parker to Times Square on New Years Eve.
AN: lady_of_scarlet was my wonderful beta. Any mistakes left are my own.

Just a little Jarod/Parker New Years story surprisingly lacking in angst. So, consider this a fluff warning.

Check it out at my journal.

Happy Birthday, Sydney!

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 22:38:08 GMT

Happy Birthday, Patrick Bauchau who turns 73 today!

New community for all your fanfic ideas!

Mon, 14 Nov 2011 23:16:53 GMT

Whether you're a fanfic writer with too many plot bunnies and not enough time, or an avid fanfic reader constantly thinking of countless stories you'd like to see written, this is the place to share those ideas in hopes that someone in need of inspiration may find them.

Membership: Open
Fandom: Multi-fandom (and pairings)

Click banner for community outline. I'm really hoping for fandoms such as this, where new fic is rare, people will pop on over and post some ideas that might inspire someone to write again.

Fan Art: Minimalist Posters - Season 1, Episode 1-8

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 03:26:10 GMT

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Andrea Parker Hits Wisteria Lane! +

Thu, 08 Sep 2011 20:02:11 GMT

More sibling get-to-gethers? Looks like Andrea will be joining Jamie Denton on Desperate Housewives this season.

Less Than Perfect star Andrea Parker has been tapped to replace Friends alum Jessica Hecht in the final season of Desperate Housewives, TVLine.com reports.

Hecht was originally cast to play the new girlfriend of Tom Scavo (Doug Savant), whose marriage with Lynette (Felicity Huffman) fell apart in Season 7. Talks between Hecht and the ABC series reportedly fell apart, so Parker will step in.

Parker, who will next appear in USA’s Common Law, is one of many additions to the final season, including and V‘s Charles Mesure and Protector star Miguel Ferrer.

Desperate Housewives returns Sunday, Sept. 25 at 9/8c on ABC.

What is that I read? Parker is getting a show on USA? That is what it said. I’ll keep you posted!

Michael T. Weiss Guest Stars

Thu, 25 Aug 2011 18:22:31 GMT

The brothers are back together. I really want to hear Michael Weston say, "I decide who lives or dies," but it is unlikely in the extreme. Still it is so great to see Michael T. Weiss on Burn Notice. It airs tonight (I wish I'd had more advanced notice). Check it out...

FIC: Core Temperature [NC18 / R18] Jarod/MP (1/1)

Wed, 20 Jul 2011 05:33:18 GMT

Title: Core Temperature
Author: thebluerose
Date: 18/07/2011
Part: 1 of 1
Rating: NC18 or R18
Characters: Jarod/Miss Parker
Archiving:
Warnings: Adult Content and Language
SPOILERS: Only if you haven't seen the episodes and previous movie.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Pretender characters or anything about them so don’t sue me.

Summary: Miss Parker ends up with hypothermia, and Jarod has to treat her serious condition. Not realising the identity of her rescuer, Miss P shows her appreciation in a *very* personal way. Smut! - if you like it let me know, there is plenty more in my brain!

They had tracked Jarod to his latest pretend, something to do with forests and logging. Parker and a team of sweepers drove up into the forest, trying to locate the remote cabin Jarod was in. However the weather took a change for the worse, forcing them to turn back. Parker sent the sweepers ahead in their truck to clear the road for her car, which worked a treat until she missed a turn in the dark and blowing snow and put the car nose first into a deep ditch. She had no cell reception, and was not prepared for a night in a blizzard.

Jarod had seen the lights of the cars, no one came up here unless they needed to, and no one who knew these mountains would come up with such a nasty storm clearly on its way. It had to be the Centre. Fortunately they had missed the fireroad that lead to his cabin, but he was concerned, the weather had closed in quickly, and driving would be treacherous.

More and more concerned something was wrong, he overrode all the instincts screaming at him to stop, dressed for the weather, and got the skidoo out. He would go down the road, just to check....

Jarod expected the car to be there, that warning sense was right. He didn't expect Parker to be in it alone of course she sent the sweepers ahead. She was cold, very cold, and nearly unconscious. Hypothermia was dangerous and could kill you. Too many people underestimated it and died in the mountains every year.

He got her back to the cabin, it was warm, but he built up the fire even higher, and bought more wood in from the shed. Working quickly as time was critical, stripping the bed, he made a comfy bed on the floor in front of the fire, piling all the cushions and pillows. He had to get her warm, her core temperature had dropped. Very gently he laid her on the bed in front of the fire, and stripped her out of her clothes, doing the same he lay down behind her, snugging her up against him, and draped the blankets over them both.

Soon he was too warm, sweating in the overheated cabin, but Parker was cold, cold and still. Her breathing and pulse were light but steady, and by god she was too stubborn to die on him now!

He lay awake for hours, monitoring her vitals. Eventually she roused enough to complain of thirst, and after a few careful sips slipped into a more natural sleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tended the fire, carefully replaced the sheets with clean ones, put a glass of water within easy reach and climbed back next to her. Tucking an arm under her head, he draped an arm over her, lightly holding one of her hands in his. Hoping they both survived the night, he let himself sleep.

Parker woke, mouth dry and head groggy but quite comfortably warm. Eyes still closed she snuggled down for a moment, eyes opening as she realised the warmth behind her was a man, a naked man. The room was completely dark, except for a warm orange glow from the impressive pile of embers in the fireplace.

Parkers brain clicked into gear, connecting the dots OMG this is hypothermia treatment! whoever this guy is he saved my life. Spotting the glass of water she had a cautious sip, yes it was heavily sweetened. Another sip helped clear the taste from her mouth and she lay back with a sigh.

Shit, how long have I been here? how long was I out? and who is this guy? He was sleeping deeply, heavy REM sleep breathing. She wondered how long he had been awake tending her. Hypothermia was dangerous and could kill if not treated properly, though of course all the forestry staff would be well trained. It could save their own lives as well as others.

Well Parker ,you surely used up a life today, doesn't leave many left now, does it. She hated the annoying voice, it was all to often right.

Sighing she closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth. It was pleasant just to be, for a change to be alive. She snorted quietly to herself, dying was not on todays agenda! A bit of a wiggle to settle her hips more comfortably, and a familiar sensation arrested her attention. A further careful exploratory wiggle confirmed it, she was tucked up against the only erection in the room. An evil smirk twisted her lips poor boys, even when they are sound asleep their bodies betray them.

'sound asleep' the words rolled around in her brain, and she paused for a moment and took a better look at what they were telling her, her eyes widened and her pulse fluttered she couldn't....tho he was very asleep......and he HAD saved her life......it was the least she could do..

slowly slowly ever so slowly, pulse steadily throbbing now, she parted her legs, moving her hips to a better angle, reaching down to ooh just up a bit and ahhhhhh...........there

She slid herself glacially slowly down onto his firm length, exhaling a little as he filled her warm wet core. It was naughty and exciting and she still had no idea who he was and the excitement was thrilling. Slow gliding strokes on her clit god this feels amazing, why haven't I tried this before realising the answer no guy awake and fucking you is going to give you this much time to prepare she sighs in sadness for lost opportunities, lost herself in slow gliding sensation.

Jarod woke warm, eyes closed he became aware of the most delicious sensation, his cock was all the way into her hot silky warmth. Eyes snapping open in shock, he realised Parker had a head start on him, her breathing was heavy, sweat glowing under the light of the embers, and her finger stroking stroking stroking.

Inhaling a surprised breath, he coughed at the dry air, and it moved him deeper within her , she sighed "oh good, you're awake" grinding her hips down against him, she purred "yes, yes like that, slow" as he mentally shrugged and followed her instructions whats a man to do? , she groaned "oh god, thats goooooood"

He followed her lead, keeping it slow and steady, but she had clearly had time to warm up, the pace of that finger slowly increasing. He was starting to feel it now, feeling it build, and gritted his teeth, hand firm on her hip as he thrust and thrust again.

Moaning, she tosses her head, neck straining back, breathing quicker, stroking quicker, he is riding it now, stroking harder and faster, her breath starting to hitch. Jarod takes control now, hips grinding into her harder, panting in time with the rhythym.

She can feel the pressure building, the long slow ones always have the best payoff, and this is promising to have fireworks. The sensation of him moving inside her is exquisite, especially as he listened to her, and is following her lead, rather than losing himself in his own lust. She catches her breath "yes yes yes oh yesssssssssssssssssssssssss"

With a cry she arches back, and with a final intake of breath, curls forward as every muscle in her body contracts in the first violent surge of orgasm. As her muscles close around him, it drives him over the edge, his own release pulsing into her, his cry hoarse and deep.

Her body still pulsing around him, she is panting "oh god oh god oh god" and he holds still, deep deep inside her, drowing in the sensation. Holding his breath, eye screwed shut, head back, revelling in just how DAMN GOOD it felt.

Her body has never felt such intense pleasure, the first wave damn near cracking her spine, each following wave receeding slowly, like the tide going out. After what seems hours, she inhales deeply, every muscle completely relaxed. She had never felt such perfect peace.

Still sheathed inside her Jarod smiled, he suspected Parker was in for a bit of a shock. Her generous appreciation for her rescuer was a bit surprising, but Parker was a woman who knew what she liked, and wasn't shy about it. Reaching up for his glass of water, he took a sip and then handed the glass down to her "here, you must be thirsty"

OH MY GOD! Parkers eyes snapped open as she rudely pulled away from him, spinning to face him, a variety of emotions flashing across her face. Jarod is lying there, gloriously naked, sweaty and clearly basking in postcoital glow. And he has the gall to hand her the glass "here, I know this will help". Snatching the glass from his hand, gulping a mouthful, and coughing as she choked it down, all the while glaring at him. Slamming the glass down, she sits up pushing away from him.

"Careful" he reaches a hand out "the fire is right behind you" and she registers the heat on her spine. Jarod sits up, both hands up in a calming motion " you had hypothermia, your core temperature had dropped and you had passed out, I had to treat you, had to warm you up as fast and as gently as possible"

Sputtering "you... it was you, YOU saved me!" Turning to face the fire "Oh my god, OH MY GOD" remembering the incredible sex they had just had, softer now "oh shit". Jarod senses her realisation, scoots over and wraps his arms around her, dropping kisses along her shoulder and neck "it wasn't that bad, surely?"
She can hear the smirk in his voice, the heavy satisfaction and oddly, something she would have described as tenderness.

Turning in his arms to face him, disarmed, she looks into those chocolate brown eyes, and smiles a slow satisfied smile of her own "actually it was very good, mind you I did most of the heavy lifting" Throwing his head back, he laughs once, and then dips his head down to hers in a toe curling kiss "lets have a shower, now you appear to have recovered, and then I might try some heavy lifting of my own" Suiting actions to words, he stands up, and then crouches, gathering her up in his arms, and completely lifts her off the ground.

Her surprise turns into delighted laughter as he whisks her into the bathroom. Hot water soon steaming, she smiles a wicked grin as she steps behind the curtain. Shrugging, he goes to turn away, grabbing a towel, when a long arm tipped with painted fingernails grasps his wrist "where the hell are you going?"

Dropping the towel, grinning with anticipation, he slides into the shower.

After all, he had to do everything he could to raise her core temperature :)

The Pretender Fic: The End of Days - Miss P POV

Mon, 18 Jul 2011 05:52:13 GMT

Title: The End of Days
Author: thebluerose
Date: 17/07/2011
Part: 1 of 1
Rating: PG13
Characters: Jarod/Miss Parker
Archiving:
Warnings: G
SPOILERS: Only if you haven't seen the episodes and previous movie.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Pretender characters or anything about them so don’t sue me.

Summary: I got to thinking about how Jarod could convince the PTB to actually leave him and his family alone, and this is the result. Told from Miss Parkers POV

Zoe was the trigger. When they took her, Jarod finally realised a truth. The Centre would never let him go, so long as he was alive. Or they were......
It took him over a year, but he had time on his side. And damn good reason. Infiltrating the security around the Triumvirate was a challenge, given there were three of them scattered around the globe, but he was determined. Determined that no one would ever hurt the people he loved again. He and his family had earned their freedom and he was going to ensure they were granted it.

Three very personal messages were left for the Triumvirate heads in highly secure and sensitive areas. Those messages were warnings and threats. And a deal - leave *his* family alone and he would not harm theirs.

Parker looked around as she walked across the lobby, puzzled. More people than usual, all moving too fast, talking too quietly. Tension and stress across all faces, something was clearly happening, but she was unaware of the details.
Broots and Sydney were waiting in her office, but unlike those outside their faces were excited, pausing with hand on hips, she purses her lips "this cannot be good, you two look like you just won the lottery".

Sydney rises smiling "please Miss Parker, I think you need to sit down". She is concerned now, their smiles are getting wider and she is frustrating at not being in on the joke "please sit, there is something you must see, its about Jarod"

Broots stifles a noise, she eyes him suspiciously, it sounded like a laugh. What could he possbily be laughing about? His hand holding the paperwork shakes as he hands it to her "here, its all here in black and white". She snatches it out of his hands, ripping the file open. A Centre memo is the only document inside, but not just any memo, its a Centrewide memo from the Triumvirate. She inhales in shock and looks at Broots and Sydney "the Triumvirate never communicate with Centre staff directly, what the hell is going on?"

Broots flaps his hands at her, his voice excited "read it read it". Underneath all the legalese intro are words she never expected to see written under this letterhead

AS OF THIS MOMENT ALL PURSUIT OF THE ESCAPEE FROM THE PRETENDER PROJECT - NAMED JAROD - IS TO CEASE AND DESIST. PERMANENTLY. NO HARM IS TO COME TO THIS MAN (AND ANYONE KNOWN TO BE IN REGULAR CONTACT WITH HIM OR HIS FAMILY) FROM ANY CENTRE EMPLOYEE. ANY CENTRE STAFF MEMBER FOUND BREACHING THESE TERMS WILL BE DEALT WITH IMMEDIATELY BY THE TRIUMVIRATE, DIRECTLY.

Her heart skips several beats and she feels dizzy. How? What? WHY? and the dawning realisation that this may be the key to her freedom. She couldn't chase Jarod now, they could't hold her hostage anymore.

Eyes shining, she rises to face both men "is this true? is it REAL?" Broots nods with excitement "you saw all the people running round like ants, its been like that since early hours of today. A communique came in from Africa, and since then this place has gone nuts. What do you think it means?"

Memo in hand she strides to the door "I don't know what it means, but Im sure Lyle and my father do", she pauses, looking over her shoulder "coming boys?"

Slamming the doors to her fathers office open, heels clicking on the stone floor as she walks to the desk. Lyle and her father pause their conversation, turning at her entrance. She flourishes the memo in her hand "is this true?" she demands "what the hell is going on?"

"Ah, Angel, here you are" her father grips her shoulders in greeting "Lyle, explain everything to your siste will you" he drops a kiss on her cheek "I have things to take care of for upstairs". As he walks away she turns to face Lyle, a familiar smirk on his face "well Parker, it appears the science experiment has finally grown a pair" he barks a laugh at the confusion on her face "Jarod finally put all the pieces together, and did the only thing he could to ensure his survival. He directly threatened the Triumvirate and their families. If they, and we, leave him and his family alone *for good* then he will not ......escalate any further action"

"It seems the boy wonder has finally found the secret recipe for happiness, treachery and extortion!"

Sinking down into the nearest chair in shock, she catches her breath and begins to laugh out loud, ringing peals of genuine delight, tears running down her face, she chokes out "no, he did exactly what the Centre taught him to do, he did it our way" the laughter continued as she collapsed back into the chair "oh god, the irony is priceless. And the solution is so simple once you see it. I can only wonder what finally drove him to take this step".

Suddenly the laughter was gone, and the steely glare back. Lyle fidgeted under it as she stepped to the edge of his desk, leaning forward on both hands to glare at him "what do you think drove Jarod over the edge, hmmm? Our normally peace loving wonderboy doesn't strike without reason, doesn't strike first."

Lyle wasn't going to tell her about Zoe, Parker hadn't been read into the abduction at the time, and all the other particpants were no longer ...employed.

"Anyway, its all water under the bridge" taking her gun out from the back of her skirt, she places it on Lyle's desk "I'm leaving, be a good boy and get HR to do all the appropriate paperwork would you?"

Lyle stands abruptly "you can't leave!" Walking across to the doors, she pauses before opening them "yes I can, and I am. I was only here to catch Jarod, and now he is bulletproof. Therefore I am leaving, for good" she threw a whimsical smile at him "maybe I will have a holiday, somewhere they have drinks with fruit and silly umbrellas"

Lyle and Mr Parker were adamant she was staying, but they had had an agreement, she no longer had reason to stay, and they couldn't hold her if she wanted to leave. She suspected the Triumvirate put pressure on them to let her go, if the primary hunter of Jarod was gone, it would send him a clear message. They were scared, and with good cause. It would keep them honest for a while, and she wanted to leave while she had her chance.

Broots decided to stay on at the Centre, he liked playing with the toys, and there were many other projects to be worked on. Sydney played her card, opting to leave and settle into retirement. She suspected he wanted to spend some quality time with a certain lady from his past.

She *did* have a tropical holiday, with sun, sand and fruit drinks with umbrellas. It drove her nuts.

Deepest Secrets (Jarod/Miss Parker)

Sat, 16 Jul 2011 09:48:52 GMT

Title: Deepest Secrets

Author: thebluerose

Date: 16/07/2011

Part: 1 of 1

Rating: PG13

Characters: Jarod/Miss Parker

Archiving:

Warnings: Adult Content PG13

SPOILERS: Only if you haven't seen the episodes and previous movie.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Pretender characters or anything about them so don’t sue me.

Summary: Its the 5th anniversary of Tommies death, and Parker prepares to grieve in her usual fashion. Jarod is concerned she hasn't come to terms with the pain after so long, and decides a little therapy is required. Theme Song : Bring Me to Life - Evanescence

Parker, you are going to regret this in the morning.

She ignored the voice in her head, hand mostly steady as she topped up her glass. Not the finest single malt, but she wanted to save the good stuff. Tonight was about numbing the pain, and memories. She welcomed the burn down her throat, setting the glass down on the table, rested her head on her arms and stared into the fire.

She had sat here earlier, crying, holding her favourite of his red flannel shirts to her face. Crying because he was gone, but mostly because the shirt had finally lost the smell of him. It broke her heart all over again.

Losing him had been the second worst day of her life, and finding out the Center had been behind it had broken something in her soul. She knew this, just as she knew the anger and the pain she wrapped around the broken piece was all that was holding her together. When you hold on so hard for so long, its damn near impossible to let go.

Blinking more tears away, she stared in to the flames, replaying her favourite memories over and over again so few, such precious few memories Sloshing more whisky into the glass, the bottle satisfyingly light, and the alcohol buzz was making her head spin. Resting on her arms again, she closed her eyes, shoulders and back shaking with restrained emotion, and she let out one choked muffled cry.

Jarod stood at the window, watching through a crack in the curtains. He knew Parker would never get over Tommies death, but he was concerned. She was wound so damn tight, and didn't seem able to let go of any of the pain, and it was clearly tearing her up. It was time something was done. He had made sure Broots and Sydney were occupied for the evening. No one else was likely to disturb her on this day of all days.

Letting himself in the back door Tommy had given him a key, making his way to the doorway, he stopped, watching her, listening to her harsh tortured breathing. She was speaking low and angrily to the air, and to his vast amusement, threw her head back, shoving the glass into the air as if to toast and said clearly "FUCK YOU UNIVERSE!"

"Such language Miss Parker!"

Parker jumped in shock, whisky splashing out of the glass how in HELL had Jarod got inside her house.? Did she just imagine the featherlight caress on the back of her neck?

Jarod leaned against the mantlepiece, eyes hooded, that annoying everpresent cocky grin firmly in place. He dangled a key in front of her, before tucking it in a pocket, grin widening at her annoyed expression.

"Why are you here?" oh god was she slurring her speech?

"I know what today is, what Tommy meant to you. I want to help"

Choking back a sob, Parker snarled at him "he's dead, goddamit, how can you possibly help that?"

Crossing to the couch, Jarrod sat down, reaching to draw her up to sit next to him. Keeping hold of both her hands, he looked gently at her ravaged face "Parker, you need to let him go, Tommy and your mother. I know that losing them was worst of things thats happened to you, but this anger and pain you keep locked up, its hurting you. Its not letting you heal"

Surprised at this unexpected compassion, she gazed up at him how did he know? how did he *always* know how she felt? Angry too, because he was telling her things she didn't want to hear, didn't want to admit to herself. It was her deepest secret.

Temper bought Parker to her feet, throwing off his hands, to pace a little unsteadily it must be said up and down in front of the fire. Angry, she was angry now, and well in the grip of the alcohol what right did he have to say this to her, to judge her, to weigh her pain? "I've lost the two people in the world who I loved, and who truly loved me. And the Centre took both of them away, to control them or me" spinning to face him she spat "how could you, the boy who has been alone all his life, possibly understand that kind of loss?"

Ohmigod, did she just say that? Those are not words that should be said face to face, out loud. Or ever.

Jarod flinched, gasping as if the words drew physical pain. His head dropped into his hands for a moment, as she stood frozen with the horror of what she had just said, words that could never be unsaid.

Uncoiling, crossing in quick angry sides, he grabbed her by the shoulders, his face ugly with pain and anger. Parkers dulled brain realised she was seeing something new, Jarod had actually lost his temper. His hands crushing her arms painfully, she wanted to say something, anything but the expression on his face frightened her.

His breathing was heavy, his jaw flexing as his teeth gritted "The Centre took EVERYTHING away from me! my life, my family. I never had the opportunity to experience the love that you are are selfindulgently wallowing over. And if I had, I would treasure it and hold it close and dear and precious. Not torture myself with cheap whisky and a sobfest!"

He shook her, snapping her head back "Why Parker? why do you shape this pain into a knife and carve your own soul into shreds with it? Would Tommy want you to remember him like this?

How? how did he see inside her so clearly? how did he know how her pain was shaped? Why was he asking her to face this, her deepest secret?

Tossing her head in evasion, she stepped back, his hands still encircling her arms, til her back was against the wall and there was no escape. No escaping the demand in his eyes, the anger at her words the old old pain of their shared histories.

Her voice stuttered "I...I...no I can't!" Another shake and headsnap, another demand "Why Parker, why won't you let them go?" Her tear streaked face rose to his, her eyes haunted and glazed with the alcohol his heart twisted to force her to face this, to face such a deep truth and when she spoke in the voice of that lost little girl inside, he nearly faltered

"Both my mother and Tommy were taken by the Centre. Both of them loved me, and Tommy was killed to control me. How could I possibly allow myself to love anyone again, knowing this? How could I ever put an innocent life at risk again?"

His voice was deep and controlled "Thats not the reason" His thumbs bruising her arms "Say it!" She is panting, light quick frightened breaths oh god he is going to make me say it, make it *real* Her face is strained, she turns it away, hair falling in a curtain,

"If I let them go, then I *will* be truly alone. Now and for always. Cold, lonely and alone." Her voice a harsh whisper "I have no choice, I cannot risk otherwise"

Jarod heaves a sigh of relief, getting her this far was the aim, though he could hope for more, for her to solve the one last remaining puzzle. He gathers her into his arms, comforting now. Knowing she needs time to process, he leans his shoulder up against the wall, thankful something solid is holding them both up.

His embrace is warm and surprisingly gentle, given the words and emotions exchanged. Parker relaxes, realising he was right, she had been holding on too tight, had been afraid to let go, afraid to admit it afraid to be alone and lonely

The whisky had a good hold of her now, and it sparked her temper, pushing her out of his arms, her turn to challenge, to question "Why the hell do you care anyway, you just told me the Centre destroyed your life, and I am the Centre! Why do you even care?"

She expected the anger she saw in his face, but the other emotion confused her, she couldn't quite identify it.

Uncertain, she stepped away, back against the wall and he followed, this time a bruising grip to her jaw, forcing her face up towards him, the line of his mouth tight and his voice husky "god Parker, you still don't get it do you?" Blinking, trying to clear her head of the whisky fog, staring up at him. They were so close, her body pressed against the length of his, jaw captured in his grip, neck at a painful angle.

Neither moved, but there was an indefinable shift, her body registering it before her clouded mind. The length of long hard masculine body pressed up against hers was Jarod's, but her mental image of him was from before he left the Centre, an immature and inexperienced boy. The boy had grownup, and from what her body was telling her, totally got with the program.

He felt it too, it was reflected in his eyes, that emotion she still couldn't identify "Why do I care ?" The grip on her jaw softened, now a caress of the thumb and down the line of her neck. Confusion held her still, and the kiss he planted on her lips stunned her. Her mind blank, her body responding her back arching into the embrace, lips opening under his, the hot delight of his tongue, his taste dark and exciting

He pulled back, eyes hooded, smug grin tugging at one corner of that mouth. The expression on his face was one she had never seen before "Don't you see it Parker? there is no peace for my soul, til there is peace for yours" It was his deepest secret

Before she had time to process those astonishing words, he claimed another kiss, hot and demanding.

She was glad the wall was there to hold the both of them up

Some Things Never Change (Jarod/Miss Parker) R18

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 16:44:57 GMT

I have finally got around to watching all the four seasons of The Pretender at once. I have seen bits of it on and off but never all of it. Imagine my surprise when, for the first time ever, the muse strikes, leaving the following scene in my head, and it WONT LET GO til I write it. This is my first piece of fic ever, please be gentle :) - Sorry fixed all the HTML now

Title: Some Things Never Change
Author: Craig Van Sickle and Steven Long Mitchell
Date: 14/07/2011
Part: 1 of 1
Rating: R18
Characters: Jarod/Miss Parker
Archiving: http://thebluerose.livejournal.com/396809.html
Warnings: Adult Content
SPOILERS: Only if you haven't seen the episodes and previous movie.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Pretender characters or anything about them so don’t sue me.

Jarod had followed the child abduction case back to Australia, wanting to make sure all the loose ends were tied up in the mothers country as well as the US. The temptation of hopping across the ditch to NZ for a little R&R was irresistible, especially as he wasn't sure the Centre had followed him this far. But several days of jetlag and NoDoz had taken their toll, and once Jarod had arrived at the exclusive hunting lodge he had leased for the week, he crashed hard. What he didn't realise is Parker *had* followed a hunch and leaving the rest of the team behind, had defied Lyle to fly to Australia, and with Broots providing remote support, had isolated some options. While Jarod was sleeping, it had given her time to track him down........

Jarod woke groggy but instinctively realising something wasn't right. He wasn't alone, and the blindfold and wrist restraints did not come supplied with the lodge. A moments concentration revealed a familiar perfume and the click of expensive heels. Shaking his head to try and clear the fog, hearing the footsteps come closer and the bed giving way as she sat down beside him.

The cold gunmetal trailing down his torso told him he was naked, an unusual variation, designed to add to his vulnerability. What he didn't expect was the four sharp fingernails tracing a pleasurepain path following the gun barrel down his body. His breath hitched in surprise.

Parker smiled, he could feel it, a smug satisfied toothy smile. She leaned forward, almost caressing his face with her gun. He couldn't resist a defiant tilt of his jaw up and away from her, resistance was so instinctive. Her other hand removed his blindfold, he was surprised to find her face so close to his, as he glared angrily back at her. Her smile was still there.

Surprisingly she hadn't gagged him as well, so he replied with his own cocky grin she hated that grin, it drove her nuts, testing the restraints for breakability having both arms restrained was going to be a challenge to escape "a bit kinky for you Parker, I had no idea the wide open spaces affected you so deeply"

The smile faltered, but the gun under his chin never wavered, but it was her eyes that concerned him. The kiss was hot and startling, despite his surprise, he was happy to return it with interest. She took what she needed, he was in no position to deny her anything :)

Pulling back, breathing heavily, she stared at him, her eyes still conflicted. Thankfully the gun was on the bedside cabinet within easy reach still . Jarod waited, uncertain how this was going to play out. You can only pretend so far and Parker was outside all of the normal rules.

Jarod gasped, throwing his head back, testing the restraints again but for different reason this time. He had read the Karma Sutra for research for a pretend, but the real thing was an entirely different experience.

Parker smiled carefully, her mouth and tongue working skilfully over him. Jarods response was gratifying, she suspected this was a new experience. Wrapping her hand firmly around him, laving and swirling, feeling Jarod respond, feeling the pressure build. He was wound tight, back arched, head thrown back, strain showing in the line of his arms pulling at the restraints. She increased the rhythm and pressure, Jarod breathing growing heavier, almost desperate. Parker knew she could hold him there, on the edge, tormenting him, and briefly toyed with the idea. Jarod must have felt it, gasping "Parker, PLEASE!"

Again with the evil smile, but this time she took pity, and took him over the edge, his cry of release both relieved and triumphant. Satisfied, she sat back, giving him some time to recover, that smile still there but more proprietory now.

Jarod shuddered, the pleasure had been astonshing as was Parkers rather surprising skillset and he was completely utterly enervated in the best kind of way. He slitted his eyes all he could manage at this point and gazed at Parker, who was clearly revelling at the affect she had had on him. His sensitised skin shuddered under her touch as she trailed fingertips down his body, she was smiling a different smile now.

Closing his eyes and groaning with satisfaction, he stretched under her touch. Turning his head to her, Jarod smirked just a little and tugged again at his restraints " I believe its my turn next, and these are going to limit my........ choices.... more than a little"

They exchanged a look, a shared understanding of escape potential, remoteness of the site, a willingness to run and to chase. She let him talk his way out of the restraints, they were in the middle of nowhere, and he was right, it *was* his turn.

Released he lay there, easing the strain on his shoulders they didn't usually get quite so much exercise, watching her under hooded eyelids. She sat, quivering internally, her turn to be uncertain. She had staked a claim and drawn a line in the sand. Usually, in their twisted history, that meant the next play would be harder, taken further for both of them. Often an educational experience for involved parties, but not always a painless one.

He watched her, knowing what she was thinking she had drawn a line in the sand, and now it was his turn. First, he had to get her out of those clothes. A memory, an old old memory flickered, and she had a moments warning, as the memory flared in his eyes. He pounced, and she shrieked,wriggling, trying to escape "Damn you Jarod, how did you remember" gasping as his inescapable hands reduced her to a helpless gasping collapse of course he would remember she was ticklish.

Later she would collect the tattered remains of the designer suit and shirt. The suit was torn beyond repair, but she liked the shirt, perhaps new buttons could be sewn on?

Jarod was delighted with the lacy frivolous confection of lingerie Parker was wearing under the severe designer suit, and the rich purple tones glowed against her skin. Panting hard, released from the tickle torture, she lay half under him, and the familiar heat of temper showed in her face "is that the best you got, wonderboy?"

Now it was his turn to take control, and as he rolled her out from under him, over til she was face down across the bed, a shadow of fear crossed her face. But no matter how hard she had chased him, how badly he had been abused, he had never offered her any direct violence. Nervously she allowed it, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her fear, her vulnerability.

But he felt it, of course he did. Part of what made him such a good pretender was his empathy. And he knew her better than she did, even better than he knew himself.

A buttefly kiss on her shoulderblade, more trailing down her spine, this time she shuddered in delight. Delicate finger tips traced along her body, exploring the curves and lines, not light enough to tickle but enough to tease. This time she could feel *his* smile, wicked at the responses he was achieving. A trail of hot tongue circles along the lines of her shoulder, up behind her ear made her gasp his name "oh god Jarod, don't you dare stop"

Of course he did stop, but as he was turning her over and finally claiming her lips, she forgave him. He kissed with great skill and enthusiasm, but it was the passion she could feel rising in him that made her breath catch and the realisation that without her noticing, the lingerie was gone, and she was naked beneath him. Parker hoped it was intact, it was expensive and her favourite colour.

He kissed with his eyes shut, fully involving himself in the experience. She, with her eyes open, wondering how they had finally got to this point in their relationship and welding this memory into her brain, to treasure always. He pulled away and they stared at each other, two intent driven people who were bound by bonds impossible to break and breakaway from. This moment has been a long time coming but both hoped it that it would yet neither would admit that to the other

She smiled a tiny fraction, he looked haunted and frightened and uncertain and yet committed all at once. She understood why, and did what she could to calm his fears with another kiss. The kiss deepened, the heat rising between them. Jarod pulled away, hiding his face in her neck, breathing hard "Parker, I need this....I need this ....now"

His urgency was compelling, and yet she soothed him like a fretful child "shhhh shhh its OK, I'm here, I'm with you". She pulled him up, kissing the fear away, sinking down as he rose above her, reaching up and gathering him into her. That first smooth movement had them both sighing, she with acceptance and he with shock or was it awe. He paused, staring down at her and she took a moment to shimmy her hips to a better angle, using both hands on his hips to snug him in deeper.

Jarods eyes glazed over, dropping his head to her breast "you are an evil woman Parker" and felt her laughter underneath him. As he began to move, the laughter gave way to breathlessness, and it was his turn to laugh, until he too lost his breath.

There was so much history, so much emotion between them, this could never be gentle. It was hard, fast and a little angry, and Jarod was amazed at how Parker gave as he took and took more. The energy between them faster now, they spiralled around each other, she rising to meet his passion, he was taking her up higher and higher, she was wound tighter and tighter, back arched and straining, both hands bunched in sheets nails shredding them but better them than his back. He was driving them both now, she was lost in sensation, riding the wave of it without realising she was saying his name over and over again

Parker sucked in a breath, holding it, feeling herself on the edge, waiting oh god oh god oh god and with a primal scream fell over the edge, Jarods deeper cry following her down into the stars and the darkness. Both of them covered in sweat, panting hard, crashland into the mattress, both minds numb with the sensory overload.

Jarods slighly hoarse voice rouses her "maybe I should get caught a little more often" and all she can do is snort her annoyance at him getting the last word in.

some things never change</span></p>

Spam Comments

Mon, 27 Jun 2011 17:24:25 GMT

I'm sorry to say we are getting spam comments which is harder to prevent than you can imagine. I've made it so only registered users can comment but that doesn't necessarily stop the spamming. In an effort to keep our group clean, please report to LJ and/or delete any spam you come across.

I've made it so all anonymous commentators have to use the CAPCTHA feature LJ has provided. Hopefully this means any future anon comments are from official users who are just shy, though usually this is not the case.

I am reluctant to close the group off from any fan that may stumble upon it without being a member but it seems the best option to stop spamming.

Happy Pretending

Flashfic: Waiting and Other Cravings

Thu, 19 May 2011 23:09:41 GMT

Title: Waiting and Other Cravings
Author: Adrianne Boudreau
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Pretender
Wordcount: 317
Pairing(s): Jarod/Miss Parker
Spoliers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretender, that honor belongs to Craig Van Sickle, Steven Long Mitchell, and NBC.
Summary: A Snapshot Of Jarod & Miss Parker After The Demise Of The Centre.

Read Here @ My LJ

Icons.

Fri, 13 May 2011 13:34:00 GMT

Hey, only three icons, again, I know, I'll try to make more!!! :)

Podfic: Inner (Non) Sense by Melanie Anne

Thu, 12 May 2011 08:04:32 GMT

Title: Inner (Non) Sense
Author: Melanie Anne
ReaderAdrianne Boudreau
Rating: PG
Characters: Jarod/Miss Parker, Ethan, Ben Miller.
Archiving: , might post it on Missing Pieces Archives
Warnings: None
SPOILERS: Up to Season 4 finale
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Pretender characters or anything about them so don’t sue me.
Summary: Someone's playing matchmaker....
Reader's Note: This is my first podfic, so please feel free to leave constructive criticism.

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Icons! :D

Wed, 30 Mar 2011 22:33:59 GMT

[01-10] Emma Watson
[11-33] Pretty Little Liars
[34-36] The Pretender
~~[37-47] The Vampire Diaries~~

here at ornements
public for three days :)

Fanvid: Teenage Dream

Wed, 23 Feb 2011 03:16:15 GMT

Title: Teenage Dream (Jarod/Miss Parker)
Date Created: 02-22-11
Music: Boyce Avenue's version of Teenage Dream (Seems like an odd fit, but it kind of... works.)

The Pretender: Phone Call

Fri, 18 Feb 2011 00:00:31 GMT

[07] Icons (Season One & Corn Man)
[01] Friends Only Banner (Corn Man)

Preview:

See them HERE @ graffitigraphic

Pretender icons

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 16:34:47 GMT

Preview :

Find the rest @ fleur_fragile

Fan-made Season 1 Trailer

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 06:35:21 GMT

Title: Season 1 Trailer
Date Created: 01-20-2011
Music: The Pretender by Foo Fighters

Pretender Graphics

Sun, 06 Feb 2011 01:13:34 GMT

2 Picspams
3 Motivational Posters/Macros
1 Gif
2 Wallpapers
4 Icons

At my journal.

tprewatch: come and join!

Tue, 25 Jan 2011 14:05:00 GMT

Hello everyone,

Remember my post about a possible rewatch?

It's going to start soon!
The community is set up: tprewatch.

The calendar and the organization of the rewatch are not all ready yet. I'm waiting for you to join to create polls to organize the rewatch to fit everyone as best as possible.

So come and join tprewatch.

allis

Fic: I Wrote It For You

Mon, 24 Jan 2011 17:59:57 GMT

Title: I Wrote It For You
Author: aprilvolition
Date: 01/23/2011
Part: 1 of 1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Miss Parker centric with hints of Jarod/Miss Parker
Archiving: Just let me know where it's going.
Warnings: Character death, language, violence
SPOILERS: Not really.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

I'm writing a different ending, Jarod.

First post here. I hope I did everything correctly. Please let me know if anything needs to be edited.

Merry Christmas!

Mon, 03 Jan 2011 18:34:39 GMT

My Own Personal Headcanon of 2010.

Wed, 29 Dec 2010 01:01:47 GMT

With Dexter, Inception, The Pretender, and Alias.