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tamingthemuseTitle: Family
Fandom: the Pretender
Prompt: Prompt 354 - Mummy
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: the Pretender and its characters does not belong to me.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Helena had always felt that her life was a repetitive story of loss.
When they told Jarod that his parents would come see him, he had been equally scared and excited. It had been so long since he had last seen them he was afraid they would not recognise him. But worse than that he was scared he wouldn't recognise them. If he was honest with himself he couldn't remember their faces not their voices. They were only a gap in him he could feel at night pulling at him.
His parents never arrived. The plane that was bringing them to the Centre crashed and they died. He wasn't allowed to go to their funerals.
It hurt for a little while but then he made himself forget. There was work to do and anyway he could barely remember them as it was. So it really didn't matter much. At least that's what he told himself.
He lied.
It hurt to hear Miss Parker talk about her mother. It hurt even more when her mother died. Although he had never known her, he could remember the idea of family, the love and warmth of a mother. But it was comforting too because now they were both orphans of a sort. All they had was each other and Sydney. They were their own family of a sort, and life went on.
Years later, Jarod escaped from the Centre. He had forgotten about his family. His mom and dad had been dead for so long, it didn't remember the gap in him. But the world was filled with family, with children laughing and parents loving them. It was full of warm embrace and gentle care. And he remembered. The pain he felt was not just for all the people he had killed through his simulation. There was a layer of pain that ran deeper into him and he needed to stop it.
He looked for his parents graves. He knew he couldn't talk to them, couldn't see them but he felt he had to visit their graves. He wanted to feel close to them. He wanted to feel their presence, to trace their names with his fingers and cry. But he couldn't find them. He couldn't find the plane crash they were supposed to have died in. It was just another lie the Centre had told him. And then he knew.
He knew his parents were still alive and he still had a family. He looked and looked and looked. He had a purpose now. A purpose that ran deeper, that was stronger than righting all the wrongs he had caused. He had to find his family. He had to find his mother and tell her how sorry he was for having been such a bad boy, to tell her how sorry he was for having disappeared and forced himself to forget about her, to tell her he still loved her no matter how many lied he had told himself over the years.
So he searched. He took risk with the Centre but it didn't matter. He had to find them. He had to find his mother and be loved once more.
Fandom: the Pretender
Prompt: Prompt 354 - Mummy
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: the Pretender and its characters does not belong to me.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Helena had always felt that her life was a repetitive story of loss.
When they told Jarod that his parents would come see him, he had been equally scared and excited. It had been so long since he had last seen them he was afraid they would not recognise him. But worse than that he was scared he wouldn't recognise them. If he was honest with himself he couldn't remember their faces not their voices. They were only a gap in him he could feel at night pulling at him.
His parents never arrived. The plane that was bringing them to the Centre crashed and they died. He wasn't allowed to go to their funerals.
It hurt for a little while but then he made himself forget. There was work to do and anyway he could barely remember them as it was. So it really didn't matter much. At least that's what he told himself.
He lied.
It hurt to hear Miss Parker talk about her mother. It hurt even more when her mother died. Although he had never known her, he could remember the idea of family, the love and warmth of a mother. But it was comforting too because now they were both orphans of a sort. All they had was each other and Sydney. They were their own family of a sort, and life went on.
Years later, Jarod escaped from the Centre. He had forgotten about his family. His mom and dad had been dead for so long, it didn't remember the gap in him. But the world was filled with family, with children laughing and parents loving them. It was full of warm embrace and gentle care. And he remembered. The pain he felt was not just for all the people he had killed through his simulation. There was a layer of pain that ran deeper into him and he needed to stop it.
He looked for his parents graves. He knew he couldn't talk to them, couldn't see them but he felt he had to visit their graves. He wanted to feel close to them. He wanted to feel their presence, to trace their names with his fingers and cry. But he couldn't find them. He couldn't find the plane crash they were supposed to have died in. It was just another lie the Centre had told him. And then he knew.
He knew his parents were still alive and he still had a family. He looked and looked and looked. He had a purpose now. A purpose that ran deeper, that was stronger than righting all the wrongs he had caused. He had to find his family. He had to find his mother and tell her how sorry he was for having been such a bad boy, to tell her how sorry he was for having disappeared and forced himself to forget about her, to tell her he still loved her no matter how many lied he had told himself over the years.
So he searched. He took risk with the Centre but it didn't matter. He had to find them. He had to find his mother and be loved once more.
