Hey all my fellow Pretender fans, do you realize that September 19, 1996 will be the 10th anniversary of the premiere of the Pretender on NBC? So in order to celebrate this momentous occasion... I'd like to see everyone try to put together a little something to help commemorate this special day! Those who make videos, make us a new video! Like to work in photoshop... create some new icons or wallpapers for us. This is our 10th anniversary... let's celebrate people! I'm especially encouraging all Pretender fic writer's to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard and come up with a little something to be posted on the 10th anniversary... exactly one month from today! Any rating, any length, poetry or pose... whatever floats your pretender boat! *grin*
Title: With Not A Bang Rating: G. Challenge: five words PEZ: Miss Parker
Miss Parker didn’t die with them. Nothing in the hail of bullets touched her, sending pain throbbing down her spine, or crimson blooming on her shirt. Others died – Sydney, Angelo, Emily, but not her, and not Jarod.
She’s old now – nearly with them – far older than she ever expected to reach. Her life had always seemed like a candle burning at both ends, one too bright to last. It almost feels unfair for the wick to burn so long now, when all other lights were snuffed out.
Miss Parker watches the dawn rise, and waits. Only a few years to wait.
Title: Good Things Come… Author: maestra Rating: R Pretender 100 drabbles challenge: Five Words Part II – Challenge #61 Word Count: 104 PEZ: Miss Parker
A/N: For Miss Ginger, because I’m waiting ever so patiently for more chapters from her… and you know what they say, “Good Things Come to Those Who Wait!” *Splashes around in the gutter* Come on in, the water’s fine…
Stealthily she stole into the room, like the early dawn light which tinged the night sky. Silently she crept up to the bed where he lay sprawled wearing only a white sheet. She had the greatest urge to place her crimson lips against the bare golden skin at the base of his spine. No longer able to fight it, she did so. The sleepy Pretender beneath her awoke with a groan, and rolling over, pulled her down capturing her beneath him. Then all coherent thought fled, as her world centered on the trailing kisses he left down her neck and upon her throbbing lips.