Disclaimer: The characters Miss Parker, Sydney, Jarod,Broots etc. and the fictional Centre, are all property of MTM and NBC Productionsand used without permission. I'm not making any money out of this and noinfringement is intended.

Special thanks to Danielle : - ) for her incredible fastand good job in editing this! Thank you very much!!
Also to Emily, she started the Picture Story Challenge,without it this story would not exist! So Emily this is for you!
 
 

How Could You Do This?
By Nicolette



"No, you stay here! " Jarod placed a hand at the wall to keep her frommoving away.  He was furious. It was to late anyway, but he wantedto hear why. "Now I am waiting", he demanded.

Miss Parker kept her gaze on his left arm, her mind was racing, tryingto come up with an explanation. He was just too close and she never sawhim so angry. He had every right to be, from his point of view. She knewthere was no other way.
"Jarod.... " she trailed off, trying to gather her thoughts. 'Comeget a grip, you know it is the best way.'

A silent battle in her head.
She could feel herself slowly slipping back into the cold unmovingimage she had pretended to be so many years. He never had believed her,maybe now.

"Jarod", she began again, her voice now clear steady raising her gaze, looking him directly into his eyes. "what do you want, this is all noneof your business, and you know the whole think was just an accident."

She saw his eyes darken a bit more.

"Nothing more than another little science experiment", she curled herlips up in a little smile, raising one eyebrow at him. Mocking him, makinga joke out of him and his feelings. For a split second she thought he wouldslap her.

"Science experiment? " he choked. This could be not true, she wouldnever... he stared in her eyes....dark blue and sparkling in the dim light.Laughing, laughing about his feelings. He was such a fool, everybody hadseen in her what she was, only he demanded that they all had been wrong.That she was not cold and selfish, uncaring. Now she was there in frontof him against  that damn wall

After he received the file he tried to reach her, to hear that it wasfaked, that it was not true. He wanted to hear .. yes what ? That she lovedhim , that she never would do anything so cruel?

He tried to ask her, he called her, but as soon as she heard his voiceshe ended the call. 24 hours and he finally was able to catch her alone.Now here he was looking at her hearing her words, but not believing them.A little voice in his head came up and told him he had always known. 'Whathave you expected? She is a Parker'

It was even more horrible to see her leaning back, relaxed confidentunmoving.... uncaring.... than the call he made earlier, his last try toget her into talking over the phone. But Lyle had picked up. He had laughedat him, what he still wanted, it was already to late.  He better shoulddeliver himself to the Centre......

With this he simply hung up. His laugh still echoed in his ears.

But this was nothing comparing to her silent laugh. He had to fightnot to take her and shake  her, try to get an sense or any feelinginto her mind.

He simply had to admit that she had lied, nothing she had told him thatnight had been true. It had been a kind of game for her, nothing more,he was a toy for her, used and thrown away.

Miss Parker could see his thoughts racing, his expression changing fromshock to deep disgust, not hate, or pity, just disgust, it was like a knifein her heart. She could not tell where she got the strength to keep upher attitude. Her heart cried out not to believe his eyes. But her performancewas perfect. She was in her own way as well trained as Jarod. Not by simsbut by her life.

Jarod slowly pushed his body up, away from the wall, away from her.He took two steps back, his gaze roaming  over her body.

He shook his head in disbelief., but he could tell it was the truth.His friend was dead, died long ago in one of the dark corridors of theCentre, dead and buried with her mother. She had lost her soul, has soldit to the Centre. It was true, the file was no fake, she had done it.

"How could you do this? " he asked, with this he turned and moved furtherto the shadows of the night. When his
 figure was not more than an outline he turned a last time, glanced back at her, still leaning against the wall.

"This little science experiment was our Baby. You have killed our child,I hope you are happy now. " with this he vanished into the darkness.
 

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