All my thanks to Cleo for beta-reading the whole series. :-) This was one of my first tP fan fics and you helped me a lot. :-)

Some of a kind
Part 1: Kyle
A Pretender Fan Fic by Mareen


"Kyle!"

"What are you doing here, Jarod? I already have her. I don't need you."

I look at him. He's obviously frightened. His eyes are going from me, to the knife in my hand and then towards her. His eyes stay on her for a long, long time.


For a second, I'm wondering how this man can be my brother. We have nothing in common but this gene that makes us what we are. Special.

"Don't hurt her, Kyle. I know you are angry. But please, don't. It won't change anything. Let me help you."

"This is what will help me. Her death, Dr Billie`s, the old Parker's, his son's, Sydney's. I'm doing this for us. Once they are dead, we will be free."

"Kyle, if you kill them, you aren't better than they are."

"You never understood it, didn't you, Jarod? I have never been different or *better* than they are. I'm a killer. They made me one. And they used you as some kind of guinea pig. They deserve death."

He's looking at her again, his expression full of fear. I haven't touched her yet, only bound her hands and closed her mouth with a stripe. There's anger in her eyes.

Parker as usual.

I'm sure she would scream at both of us if she could. At me because I was able to catch her. At him because...because of what?

I watch them again. Jarod is talking to me, trying to change my mind about killing her. But I'm not listening. I watch them.

Yes. Parker would swear at him, too, if she could. But I'm starting to believe that she would do it because she's more afraid of him than she is of me. I could only hurt her body. Jarod, my brother, could hurt her soul.

I'm glad no one's that close enough to me to do that. No one is. Sure, Jarod's trying to. But he can't get through to me. Too much happened. We are much too different.

But these two...

They are drawn to another. Even now, their bodies are moving towards each other. Jarod's leg is slightly touching her arm and she doesn't push him away. Quite the opposite. And they are probably not even aware of it.

I strengthen my shoulders.

They are so weak. They *need* each other. If you want to survive, you have to be able to push away all emotions. Stay for yourself.

Alone.

And they can't do that.

Maybe I should envy them....

No. Not really. For what?

Jarod made his decision.

I made mine.

I could have killed them both. Parker because she deserved it. Jarod because he would have tried to stop me. He has chosen her and isn't even aware of it.

I turn around and walk away. Jarod is calling after me, but when I look back at them at last, he already has one of his hands on her shoulder and is very carefully taking away the stripe on her mouth with his other hand. I know he wants to hold her and she wants him to do it.

But they wouldn't tell each other.

In a way, they are worse than Raines or the old Parker.

Because my brother and his little girl, Miss Parker, are not only lying to each other. They are lying to themselves, too.

For a moment I think that they are somehow miserable.

So, in a way... they really owe each other.

There's nothing for me here.

I leave.


The End.

Some of a kind
Part 2: Parker
A Pretender Fan Fic by Mareen


Oh thank God. Thank God. He's here. I'm not alone anymore with this crazy son of a bitch and his best friend, Mr. Very-Sharp-Knife.

I close my eyes for a second. Try to be myself again. Miss Parker. Daddy's little angel. The Centre's most favorite Bitch. Cold as ice.

No fear. No emotions at all.

Oh yes. Here we go again. I'm back. It was just a moment of loosing myself. That's over now. I'm back.

Jarod is here. Probably feels like the knight in the shinning armor. My hero. If he thinks that will make me let him go, he's absolutely wrong. I will still bring him in.

Yeah. Miss Parker. Cold as ice.

I force the hysterical laughter back down where it belongs.

Jarod is talking to his brother, the little psychopath. Is he begging for my life? Why is he doing that?

Oh yes. "I still remember the little girl that gave me my first kiss."

Sentimentalities, Jarod. Sentimentalities. Why do you just never get that?

My arm feels warm. I look down at it. Jarod's leg touches me. It feels strange. Secure in a way. I've never felt this secure with anyone but Jarod. No one makes me feel this way except of him.

Whoa! What are you doing here? What are you trying to do, Jarod? Trying to get me on your side again? By touching me with your leg? Only you could think that would work. Not even sex would work, Wonderboy. Won't work. I'm still Miss Parker, not the little girl who told you her first name.

Sentimentalities. Pointless.

But I don't move away from his warmth. I just try to follow Jarod's words.

I can move away later.

Kyle says nothing. He's only looking at me and then towards Jarod. And back at me. And Jarod again.

I want to ask him if he thinks about this as some kind of Tennis game.

But I don't. I say nothing. I look into his eyes. I see how their expression starts to change.

What's going on? What's going on in this little crazy head Raines messed around with?

He's turning around.

I don't understand. Why is he going away?

Jarod is calling after him, but Kyle doesn't respond.

After a while, Jarod gets down on his knees in front of me. His one hand is on my shoulder and part of me wants to tell him to get the hell away. The other part wants to tell him everything. All the things I do not even dare to think usually.

What is he doing to me?

Very carefully, so very, very carefully, he takes away the tape on my mouth and somehow accidentally lets his thumb brush over my lips while doing it.

Get the hell out of here, Parker! Get the hell out.

"Did he hurt you? Does it hurt anywhere?" His voice is so warm. So caring.

"What? You want to examine me, Wonderboy?" I sound so harsh. But I have to. I have to protect myself. I need to do this.

His eyes go dark from disappointment.

"I call Sydney and tell him where they can find you."

I don't say anything. I just watch him taking out his phone and talking to Sydney.

"They'll be here in 20 Minutes. I have to go now", he says at last.

"See you soon, Jarod." My voice is so terribly cold. "When I find you and bring you in."

"Bye, Parker." He turns around and walks away. It's out of my mouth before I can stop it.

"Jarod!"

He looks at me again, hope in his eyes.

"Thank you."

He smiles.

"You're welcome. - Always."


The End

Some of A Kind
Part 3: Jarod
A Pretender Fan Fic by Mareen


The moment I realise what Kyle is up to, I feel as if something dies inside of me.

Just the feeling of her being hurt....

I know what my brother is capable of.

I`ve never talked to him about it. But I know.

Terrible things.

And if he`s done these things to her....

I've never met someone as strong as her. So hard. So very strong.

Miss Parker, the Ice Queen. At least the Miss Parker that exists today.

But her body is so small, so fragile.

Sometimes, the need to hold her, to protect her, is so overwhelming, that I have to fight it down with all the strength I have. She would laugh at me if she would know about it.

But the fear is always there.

When we were in that Bank and this man tried to hit her ... I know she didn't want me to protect her.

I *know* she can take care of herself.

But she looks so fragile.

I could put one of my arms all around her waist. I could let her vanish in my embrace.

So fragile.

And Kyle can be so merciless.


When I reach them, I nearly close my eyes out of relief. He hasn't started yet.
She was there. Still alive. Only bound. Her mouth shut.

She`s trying to look cool as always, but I can see the fear in her eyes. And she would never admit it, but she even has an expression of relief in her eyes, too, when she sees me.

"Kyle!" I say.

If I just can make him listen to me. Make him understand that what he`s about to do is wrong.
But when I look into his eyes, for the very first time, I realise, that they are cold. Dead somehow.

Raines did that to him.

"What are you doing here, Jarod?" he says. "I already have her. I don't need you."

I can feel the sweat in my armpits. Fear. Am I afraid of my own brother?

He has a knife in his hand. I`m trying to look at *Kyle* while talking to him, but I have to look at her again and again. Assure myself, that she`s okay.

Am I staring at her? I can't say. It's so hard to concentrate.

"Don't hurt her, Kyle. I know you are angry. But please, don't. It won't change anything. Let me help you."

He's not really listening.

But I can't say what he's thinking.

Why is it so hard to read him? I could always read people. Why not my own brother?

"This is what will help me. Her death, Dr Billie`s, the old Parker's, his son's, Sydney's. I'm doing this for us. Once they are dead, we will be free."

"Kyle, if you kill them, you aren't better than they are."

"You never understood it, didn't you, Jarod? I have never been different or *better* than they are. I'm a killer. They made me one. And they used you as some kind of guinea pig. They deserve death."

Dead. He's talking about Miss Parker dead. I can't think straight. Why?

I`ve always wanted to save her. Just because of one thing: She is my childhood friend and she deserves to be happy. But I'm not behaving as if I'm taking care of a *friend*.

What's going on inside of me is much more than that...

It can't be. It just can't.

She looks at Kyle with anger in her eyes.

Parker as usual.

I nearly smile about that.

When did I start to touch her with my leg? And why is it so hard to get away?

Is this...?

It doesn't feel like with Nia. Not at all. This is much more powerful.

I`m starting to talk. I don't even know myself what I'm saying. I'm talking and talking to my brother and don't realize what I'm saying. All I know is, that I'm trying to save Miss Parker who suddenly seems to be so much more than a friend.

He turns around and walks away.

I call after him, but the truth is, I don't want him to come back with all my heart.

After what seems like an acceptable time to call him, I stop.

A little voice in my head tells me, that Kyle is my brother, the only person I have, that Miss Parker will never feel the same way about me like I just realized I feel about her.

But I don't care about it.

I get on my knees and put a hand on her shoulder, the only way to tell her that nothing can happen to her anymore, she`ll allow without jumping at me again.

I take the stripe of her mouth and touch her lips with my thump.

I can still say it happened accidentally.

But she doesn't say anything about it, so maybe there is hope? Maybe she does feel the same I do?

"Did he hurt you? Does it hurt anywhere?"

"What? You want to examine me, Wonderboy?"

I hope she doesn't see the disappointment. I hope, she believes that I do not care about the way she talks to me.

"I call Sydney and tell him where they can find you."

So here I am again, calling Sydney to get her.

"They'll be here in 20 Minutes. I have to go now", I say at last.

"See you soon, Jarod." Her voice is so terribly cold. It hurts. "When I find you and bring you in."

"Bye, Parker."

I turn around to walk away before she can see the emotions in my face.

"Jarod!"

I try to look cool, just like she tries. But she is the master in this game.

"Thank you."

I smile. A much too happy smile. "You're welcome", I say. "Always."

My love.

And I'm happy though, because even if I still have to lie to her, I'm not lying to myself anymore.


The End.