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Falling, by Jill Kirby (NC-17)
Fandom Category: The Pretender
Pairing: Ms. Parker/Jarod
Fic Title: Falling
Author: Jill Kirby
Link: http://www.kirbyfest.net/fiction/falling.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17; Graphic sex
Genre: general romance, angst
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Great characterization. Very hot. And everything I want in a Ms. Parker/Jarod fic. I love the author's voice for Ms. Parker, because she's tough as nails and yet very emotional about certain things. And since this is set post-movie, she is also very very tired of the little game she and Jarod always play. I love the new dynamic the author sets-up. Go! Read, if you're a fan of this pairing!
"Your father." The word was steeped in bitterness. "Was he your father?"
God, she hated it when he used that tone of voice with her-- that pontificating asshole tone, that I-know-way-better-than-you tone. He did not understand. "He raised me."
"And he was so good to you." Jarod stood, turning from her, running one hand over his hair. "Did he ever tell you the truth?"
She should have thrown something at him, or said something that would cut him, but all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut, balling her hands in the blanket. Don't cry, Parker; you're just tired and cold, and everything feels so... fresh right now.
Jarod sighed. "I'm sorry, Parker. I just..." Opening her eyes, she saw him rest his head in his hands. "We always end up having the same conversation, don't we?"
They were trapped, held back by her loyalty to a limestone prison and his need to find out why his life had been shattered. Neither one of them had the least bit of control over their lives, and never would. Jarod thought he did, by looking for answers, but the answers couldn't repair what had been done to him. Or her. "We do." Coughing, it took a moment before she had enough breath to speak. "Next, you'll lecture me on all the lousy choices I've made in my life."
He lifted his head, and she'd have sworn he looked hurt. "We could change it. We could change the conversation."
What had he said that day? Something about changing the story. "I doubt it."
"Couldn't we talk? Find answers... Answers that get us out of this track?"
"Not any more."
"The prophecies could..."
"I don't care about prophecies." Jarod started to speak, and she cut him off. "I don't care. People are dead, and those fucking scrolls are underwater somewhere. They are fish food, and they're not helping us... either of us." Parker pushed the towel off her head and stood up, keeping the blanket around herself, purse still safely hidden. "You know what the scrolls say? Do you want to know?"
Jarod, certainly sensing that saying anything just then was a bad idea, didn't respond.
"The scrolls say 'There are no fucking prophecies.' They say that we're going to be doing this for the rest of our lives. That we're trapped." Parker walked towards the front door, all barely contained energy and anger. "They say that this is all we're ever going to have. That's what they say, Jarod. That's what they're always going to say."
Pairing: Ms. Parker/Jarod
Fic Title: Falling
Author: Jill Kirby
Link: http://www.kirbyfest.net/fiction/falling.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17; Graphic sex
Genre: general romance, angst
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Great characterization. Very hot. And everything I want in a Ms. Parker/Jarod fic. I love the author's voice for Ms. Parker, because she's tough as nails and yet very emotional about certain things. And since this is set post-movie, she is also very very tired of the little game she and Jarod always play. I love the new dynamic the author sets-up. Go! Read, if you're a fan of this pairing!
"Your father." The word was steeped in bitterness. "Was he your father?"
God, she hated it when he used that tone of voice with her-- that pontificating asshole tone, that I-know-way-better-than-you tone. He did not understand. "He raised me."
"And he was so good to you." Jarod stood, turning from her, running one hand over his hair. "Did he ever tell you the truth?"
She should have thrown something at him, or said something that would cut him, but all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut, balling her hands in the blanket. Don't cry, Parker; you're just tired and cold, and everything feels so... fresh right now.
Jarod sighed. "I'm sorry, Parker. I just..." Opening her eyes, she saw him rest his head in his hands. "We always end up having the same conversation, don't we?"
They were trapped, held back by her loyalty to a limestone prison and his need to find out why his life had been shattered. Neither one of them had the least bit of control over their lives, and never would. Jarod thought he did, by looking for answers, but the answers couldn't repair what had been done to him. Or her. "We do." Coughing, it took a moment before she had enough breath to speak. "Next, you'll lecture me on all the lousy choices I've made in my life."
He lifted his head, and she'd have sworn he looked hurt. "We could change it. We could change the conversation."
What had he said that day? Something about changing the story. "I doubt it."
"Couldn't we talk? Find answers... Answers that get us out of this track?"
"Not any more."
"The prophecies could..."
"I don't care about prophecies." Jarod started to speak, and she cut him off. "I don't care. People are dead, and those fucking scrolls are underwater somewhere. They are fish food, and they're not helping us... either of us." Parker pushed the towel off her head and stood up, keeping the blanket around herself, purse still safely hidden. "You know what the scrolls say? Do you want to know?"
Jarod, certainly sensing that saying anything just then was a bad idea, didn't respond.
"The scrolls say 'There are no fucking prophecies.' They say that we're going to be doing this for the rest of our lives. That we're trapped." Parker walked towards the front door, all barely contained energy and anger. "They say that this is all we're ever going to have. That's what they say, Jarod. That's what they're always going to say."