First Meetings by icd
Summary: Written for the 'First Meetings'-challenge on Pretender100; Wordcount: 100
Categories: First Meetings Characters: Catherine Parker, Lyle
Genres: General
Warnings: None
Challenges: Drabble #31 First Meetings
Challenges: Drabble #31 First Meetings
Series: None
Chapters: 3 Completed: Yes Word count: 394 Read: 5426 Published: 23/04/05 Updated: 23/04/05

1. Whispers by icd

2. 10.000 feet by icd

3. Summer by icd

Whispers by icd
Disclaimer: not mine, no money-making intended, don't sue


“Hello, my boy.”

“Not you! I’m hallucinating.”

“No, you aren’t, my son.”

“You’re not my mother!”

“Yes, I am.”

“Biologically perhaps, but I was raised by others.”

“I know. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you.”

“No one ever was.”

“It’s not too late.”

“Yes, it is - you’re dead.”

“Physically - yes, but I’m still inside of you, Bobby.”

“Let’s see for how long.”

“What do you mean?”

The doorbell rang. Lyle grabbed his jacket and grinned devilishly. “You can’t keep me from doing what I’m doing!” He opened the door, smiling widely. “Hello, Chi-Lin. Let’s have Dinner!”
10.000 feet by icd
Diclaimer: see part one


éThe boy needs a father…’

“So you are Jarod’s father?”

“Yes,” the man piloting the plane looked at the boy. “I’m Charles. I’m also your father.”

The boy nodded. “That cut needs to be tended,” he pointed at the wound on the Major’s forehead.

“It will heal without treatment. We can’t go to a doctor.”

“We don’t have to, I can do it.”

“But you are…,” the Major started and then remembered who Jarod, and therefore the boy next to him, was, “of course you can.” He sighed and wondered how it would have been, had everything gone differently.
Summer by icd
Disclaimer: see part one


She tried to locate the reason for the team’s being here - in vain; instead her eyes found a young woman sitting under an old oak tree, a book in her lap, a young man approaching her.
Remembering, she smiled as her focus turned to the past: to another time, another place, another tree… and yet a similar scene:

Sitting alone under a pine tree, concentrated on her studies, a shadow had suddenly fallen across the pages. Annoyed, she had looked up.

“Good morning, Miss Parker,” a young man had said in heavily accented English.

Their eyes had met. “Who are you that you know my name?” she had asked coldly.

“Tommy Tanaka.”

The young man who was respected by those whose parents had resembling influence and feared by the rest had sat down next to her - uninvited. In time, strangers had turned into friends and friends into lovers.

A long, hot summer had followed.
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