LOSING AND FINDING DREAMS
::Bows head in shame:: I am so sorry it took me so long to get this up! First I had a writer's block; then I accidentally threw out the spiral that I had written the chapter in while cleaning out my locker. Thank you to everyone who has kept on reviewing, I had no *idea* that people liked my story so much! It means a lot to me! ~*~ "I think I can help you there." Sydney and Miss Parker looked at Debbie with surprise. Debbie rolled forward a little, pulling something out of the wheelchair's pocket and tossing it to Miss Parker, who caught it. Miss Parker looked down at what Debbie had tossed to her. It was a cell phone. "Hit the speed dial," Debbie instructed her before either adult could ask any questions. Miss Parker did as she was told. The call was answered after the first ring. "Debbie?" Miss Parker gaped. "Jarod?" "Miss Parker? What are you doing on Debbie's phone?" Miss Parker glanced up at Debbie. "She gave it to me and told me to hit the speed dial." "What's wrong?" He knew that Debbie would have only given Miss Parker or Sydney the cell phone and/or his number unless it was an emergency. Miss Parker took a moment to get her thoughts organized before she spoke. "Debbie gave us a DSA her father had instructed her to give us if anything were to happen to him." "I'll be over in ten minutes." He hung up. Miss Parker pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it. Then she closed it up and handed it back to Debbie. "He'll be over in ten minutes." Sydney nodded. Debbie meanwhile fiddled with her cell phone. Miss Parker turned to her. "Debbie, how did you get that phone?" Debbie bit her lip. "Jarod gave it to me, incase I ever got in trouble, needed his help or just needed to talk." Miss Parker raised an eyebrow. "When did he give it to you?" Debbie wrung her hands. "Uh...Well, you see, he visited me a few times in the hospital. He gave it to me on his first visit." She ventured a look up at Miss Parker. "Are you mad at me?" Miss Parker's eyes softened and she knelt down in front of Debbie. "Of course not." Debbie looked relieved. Just then there was a knock on the door; Sydney went to answer it. "Sydney." "Jarod. In here." Sydney led the Pretender into the sitting room, he was followed by a young man who bore a shocking resemblance to Jarod. "Good evening Miss Parker; Debbie." He nodded to them both, his eyes lingering on Miss Parker. Debbie smiled at them. "Jarod." Miss Parker nodded in return standing up, her defenses back up. She glanced at the boy behind him. "I take it that this is J.J.?" Jarod nodded and motioned the boy forward. "Excuse my rudeness. J.J., Miss Parker and Sydney I believe you have met." J.J. nodded, grinning. "It is a pleasure to see you both again." "And this is Deborah Broots. Debbie, this is my son, J.J." J.J. grinned wider. "Hi." Debbie returned the grin. "Hey." "The DSA?" Jarod immediately became businesslike. Miss Parker led him over to the DSA player and started it up. Jarod took a seat and watched it silently; J.J. watched it from over his father's shoulder. When it had finished Jarod's eyes were burning angrily and J.J. was scowling. "Are there any clues as to who the parents could be?" Miss Parker shook her head. "No, none." Jarod sighed and rubbed his face as he sat back. He then steepled his fingers together and pressed the index fingers to his lips. "I will have to take a blood sample from him." He glanced up at Miss Parker and Sydney. "Unless there is one on file." They both shook their heads. He nodded and then looked Miss Parker directly in the eye. "I need your permission and your help to take his blood." Miss Parker swallowed and nodded. "Of course." Jarod nodded in return. "Since he is already asleep, I'll come back tom -" "Mommy?" They all looked toward the doorway. There stood T.K. rubbing his eyes sleepily and clutching his teddy bear. He then noticed Jarod and J.J. T.K. looked at his mother. "Mommy, what are Jarod and that guy doing here?" Miss Parker knelt down next to her son. "T.K., Jarod is helping us with something and that is his son, J.J." J.J.'s frown had become a grin as he walked over to the boy and stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you T.K." T.K. looked at his hand seriously; then he turned it over and shook it. "It is nice to meet you, my name is Thomas Kyle Parker but everyone calls me T.K." J.J. fought the urge to laugh; he leaned forward conspiratorially. "Well it is a rare and little known fact, but my full name is Joshua Jarod Charles, but I never go by it, I only go by J.J." T.K.'s face split into a huge grin. "So T.K., did you know that there is another way to greet someone, other than a hand shake?" Miss Parker smiled as J.J. proceeded to explain to T.K. what a "five" was and how it worked. She glanced up at Jarod, who was also smiling. He met her glance. Her smile fell the slightest bit, when she saw the question there but she nodded in agreement. She took a deep breath and turned to her son. "T.K., there is something we need you to do for us." ~*~ I hope that was OK. Thank you so much for reading this!
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