ANOTHER PRETENDER
Disclaimer: I have no rights to The Pretender and have never met any
crew or characters. I am not making any money off of this, etc. Written (copyright) 2001.
‘Another Pretender’ by Kimberly
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Setting: Takes place after Season 4 finale, Jarod is reunited with Major Charles, Emily, than and J2 (Jackson), they are all currently living in a house in Florida, still searching for Margaret. Miss Parker is back at the Centre, business as usual. No injuries from the train accident.
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Prologue
Scene One: Family Home
“What are you doing up so early?” Major Charles questions his oldest
child.
“I...I couldn’t sleep.” Jarod stumbles, not wanting to admit he had another nightmare. Major Charles sensing Jarod’s unease changes the subject.
“What are you working on son?”
“I don’t know I just had this feeling when I woke up that I needed to
search the Centre
archives.”
“Are you looking for clues about your mother again?”
“I’m always looking for her, but this is something else, something I
need
to find.”
“Okay well I’m going to start breakfast. No doubt that the rest of
the
family will be up
soon. french toast sound good to you?” Major Charles asks.
“Sure, but are you sure french toast is supposed to be black? It
tasted
burnt last time.”
“Son I already told you, don’t doubt my cooking abilities, that is how
french toast tastes.”
“Yeah well that’s not what Emily told me, and for some reason I think
I
believe her.”
Jarod jokes, knowing his father is really a bad cook.
“Yeah well you believe what you want, but I could be a chef if I
wanted
too.” Major
Charles jokes.
“Sure Dad whatever you say.”
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Scene Two: Miss Parker’s Office
“Dammit” Miss Parker mumbles when she can’t get the lid off of the
Advil
bottle.
“Something I can help you with Miss Parker?” Sydney questions.
“Oh Syd I didn’t even hear you come in.”
“Could it have been you were too busy yelling at the medicine bottle?”
Sydney jokes.
“Could, now what do you want?”
“I just received an e-mail from Jarod.”
“What’s Frankenboy up to today? Helping an old lady cross the
street?”
“No actually he wrote;
