LOSING AND FINDING DREAMS
Based on the TV Show "Pretender"

Happy Holidays everyone! I am going to try to update all of the stories that I have up on this site. Unfortunately this part is a sad one, I was hoping to get to a happy one for today, but I guess I won't. ::Sighs.:: Anywho, I hope you all like it!

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Miss Parker and Sydney stood on either side of Debbie, offering whatever support they could while dealing with their own grief. T.K. Stood holing Miss Parker's hand, he sensed that this was a serious event and was standing quietly.

Miss Parker wore her "Ice Queen" façade. Sydney had put on his neutral "psychiatrist face." Debbie sat in her wheelchair, a stoic look on her face.

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T.K. subtlety watched everyone. So much sadness, he could feel it. Mommy had explained to him that Debbie's daddy had died, which meant he wasn't coming back ever again, and that they were having a funeral, which meant that the guy dressed all in black was going to say some things, people were going to tell Debbie how sorry they were and then some men would later come and burry him in the ground. He didn't completely understand but he knew that what ever it all meant it made many people sad, especially Debbie. T.K. had asked Mommy why Debbie's daddy would go away when it made people sad. She had told him that most of the time people couldn't decide when they die and sometimes couldn't prevent it. T.K. still didn't really understand but Mommy6 had told him Debbie's daddy hadn't wanted to make them sad, that he had loved Debbie too much to want to hurt her, that he had been helping Mommy get the judge to let T.K. stay with her forever and that was what T.K. wanted so he figured that Debbie's daddy was good.

The guy in black stopped talking and people began to line up going toward them. As people went by they said things to Debbie, some of them shook her head or gave her a hug. Some people were crying, but not Mommy, Grandpa Sydney or Debbie, they all just looked sad.

T.K. clutched Mommy's hand tighter and moved closer to her, hoping that she wouldn't die.

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They all hugged her and shook her hand so gently, so carefully, as if she were made of glass and would break. Under other circumstances Debbie would have been beyond annoyed, but she just didn't have it in her then.

People slowly walked by, offering their condolences; then leaving. More and more drove away until only she, Miss Parker and Sydney and T.K. remained. They stayed there looking at her father's grave in silence.

Then that silence was lifted when a soft sad voice spoke.

"Because I cold not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me, The carriage held but just ourselves, And Immortality."

They all looked up and saw Jarod slowly walking toward them; he held two yellow daffodils, which were a stark contrast with their gray surroundings. When he reached Broots's grave he set one down on the headstone; then walked over to the group. He knelt down in front of Debbie and handed her the second one, all but ignoring everyone else.

Debbie's hands shook as she accepted the flower; the tears that she had been able to hold in check during the service flowed freely down her cheeks. She took a shuddering breath and looked up at him; she smiled through the tears. "Daffodils were my dad's favorite." She looked down at the cheerful flower. "He wasn't big on gardening, but he always loved daffodils." She broke down and sobbed. Jarod wrapped his arms around her and she cried into his shoulder. Eventually her tears receded and her sobs quieted and Jarod let her go and sat back on his heels. Debbie wiped her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

Jarod smiled then moved aside as T.K. came up to Debbie, worry written all over his face. He climbed up into her lap and threw his little arms around her neck. "It's ok Debbie. It's ok."

Debbie gave a slightly tearful laugh and returned the hug. "Thank you, T.K." She then looked up at Jarod once more.

He smiled. "You are not alone."

Debbie smiled back.

T.K. looked at Jarod. "I'm Thomas Kyle Parker, everyone calls me T.K. What's your name?"

Everyone smiled at the outgoing little boy.

Jarod crouched down to his level and shook his hand. "My name is Jarod, I'm . I am glad to finally get to meet you, T.K., your mother has told me a lot about you."

T.K. beamed at him.

Miss Parker then came over. "Sweetie, how about you and Debbie head over to the car, ok?"

The two young people headed off. The three adults waited until they were out of hearing range.

"You're taking quite a chance being her, aren't you?" Miss Parker asked.

Jarod shrugged then looked straight into her eyes. "Should I be worried?" He was completely serious.

Miss Parker tried to muster a glare, but couldn't. She looked away, her eyes settling on Broots's grave and crossed her arms. "No." Her voice was barely audible.

A small smile that was sad, happy, amused, satisfied and so many other things, flitted across Sydney's face, but was gone before the other two saw it. He knew that part of the reason Miss Parker didn't try to capture him right then was because of certain unspoken rules that they had in the chase. Another reason was that he was pretty sure Miss Parker didn't really want him at that hell-hole, which was why they even had any exceptions to the he-runs-and-she-chases rule.

Miss Parker turned back to face Jarod, once again the infamous "Ice Queen."

"Have you found anything?"

Jarod accepted the change in her demeanor with an almost imperceptible nod.

"Broots covered his tracks too well to find out what it was he had found. However, I was able to discover that he had made at least two copies of everything that he ever downloaded, either on a DSA or diskette. They found a completely destroyed diskette in the wreckage." He looked at Miss Parker and Sydney meaningfully.

Miss Parker's eyes widened with shock.

Sydney smiled and rested his hand thoughtfully against his chin. "Only one diskette was destroyed."

A smile crept across Miss Parker's features. ".So one remains."

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