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Disclaimer: You know that
they belong to me � at least the way they are acting � normally they aren�t
mine � but today I have borrowed them and I am happy to tell you that they want
me to over-write their lives and give them the lives I want them to live J

Note: this story is
dedicated to all the Loons & Daniela, the wonderful country side of
Scotland, Aaron and William � the two most gorgeous man of the Highlands (who
will never read this but who cares) � and of course Gogo, she knows quite why.
It was a response to a
challenge � but now, I am finished, and cant remember which one � I just know
that it was a list one by Mickey I think, but I am not sure

Thanks � in the end.

Rating: well Mel? � she
gave me a �R�
Feedback: *begging on my
knees for some* mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com

I can touch the sky

by Mary Eve Parker

�Shut up Broots and give me some privacy here� she said when she moved
her tired body into the tent. �I can't stand camping,� she added and zipped the
small tent door.

Outside Broots and Sydney were waving giggling faces to each other, not
saying a word or making any noise. Both knew quite well that this trip was
quite hard for her and that her conditions weren�t the best lately but it had
been her idea and Broots had found a cottage Jarod would be in. But now it
looked like Jarod was on a trip through the Highlands and so Parkers decision
was easy � they had to follow him.
Broots and Sydney shared a tent, Parker got her own one without any
debate. But there wasn�t a bathroom or a shower somewhere, it was too cold to
swim in the near river or the sea. But well both men seemed to have a little
fun seeing her in such an uncomfortable situation.
Jarod could also have moved to Australia but he had decided to leave the
states for Scotland � what a brilliant decision.

So actually they were between nowhere and nowhere, somewhere between
Aberdeen and the north End of Scotland. Parker was angry about the fact that
they had missed Jarod, more than ever before. She wasn�t used to Scotland and
its low temperatures and her outfits didn�t match these. It was just September
and bitter cold.
But what to do now? She was a little uncomfortable in this small tent in
the absolute darkness. Darkness was something she was afraid of. At home you
would always find a light on, on the floor just to have a glimpse of light in
her bedroom. The Centre was the fact that she hated the darkness, was afraid of
it. You couldn�t know who was behind you or in front of you if it was dark like
right nowt tot today she was absolutely tired, she was still afraid but after
two hours of shifting around in her sleeping bag, she found a position which was
at least a little comfortable and fell asleep � only her feet were out of the
bag, she couldn�t stand warm feet.

~*~

Jarod was sitting next to his warm fire, knowing that Parker and the
rest of the gang out out there somewhere. After a couple of weeks here, he had
gotten used to its temperatures and liked it. He started to love this country,
more than his home one. Well he was sitting there a warm mug of tea in his
hand, looking into the fire, thinking about what Parker would be doing now.

He had left her a card on the table, nothing fake, just a card with some
routes on it and a telephone number. The number belonged to an old Reverend in
a small town 50 miles away from the living room she was standing in. And this
man was just there to tell her that she would have to go to the north to find
him � and now? Now she was about three hours behind him and this only because
he knew the area and she didn�t. Both of her companions had a lot of fun seeing
her in a situation like this, an unknown one. Jarod knew she had never been
camping before and wasn't used to the fact that there wasn�t a shower in the
morning or a bed for tonight � normally she was living out of her suitcase but
staying in motels.

So he smiled thinking about Parker laying in hleepleeping bag, rolling
around in her tent. He was thinking about how she would feel if there would be
nothing in the morning and nothing at night to get a little comfortable. They
would be on tour for days, maybe weeks. She would probably be gonna freak after
at least three days and head home. But he wasn�t sure if he really wants her to
leave this wonderful country for one, which would maybe go to war again. He
wanted her out of all the dangers the Centre and her country could cause her �
he wanted her to be free and this was the reason why he had packed his bags and
flown to Scotland.

He was fascinated by its culture and all its nature, much more than he
had ever seen before. Jarod�s plane had stopped in Glasgow, a lovely big city.
Well he had read that it was the biggest of Scotland but in comparison to big
cities in the states it was damned small � but they had two underground lines
and a beautiful station. But this and the University campus where the only things
he had seen during his short visit because he had to move to Edinburgh, the
capital as soon as possible. There he had the possibility and luck to see the
end of the famous music festival and all the fire works, Scottish music and all
its beauty.
Yes he had fallen in love with this country and its beer of course. He
smiled about the thought that he could share all this with Parker, the only
real friend he had. But he had left everything behind him in the States �
Parker, Zoe and his family. Zoe was the last person he was missing, but he was
missing Parker more than he thought he could ever miss her � her voice,
stubbornness, the famous �what� and her beauty of course.
~*~

The morning was cold and the sun wasn�t even really rising when Parker
woke up, fixed in her sleeping bag, not really able to move anymore. It was
absolutely twisted around her body.
After a couple of minutes of rolling around and shifting she was able to
get out of it. She hated sleeping in such small �rooms�.

Slowly she opened the zip of the tent door and got out of it, still
wearing the same outfit as the day before, the only warm one she had � dark
blue jeans and two pullovers, one of them was from Jarod, she had found it in
the cottage. She could still smell him, and well, she wasn�t sure what was more
arousing, the knowledge that he had worn it or the fact that she would be able
go find him this time and he would see her wearing his pullover without
changing her mind. Both facts, maybe, aroused her and she needed some release from
these overwhelming feelings � but there wasn�t a proper wall between the tents,
and every sound louder than a whisper would be recognised by one of the men.

Outside the tent it was even colder and she got her arms around herself
to warm her a little. The fire was out and she knew that there was no sense in
making a new one when they had to move forward.
Parker sat down on a little stone next to the ash she was stirring at
with a piece of wood when Broots came out of the tent. She noticed that he felt
uncomfortable but she just noticed him and both said �morning� in a silent
agreement that the morning wasn�t good.

When Sydney was awake they studied the map.

�I think he went more into the north Sydney like Father � well the old
guy said on the phone.�
�Sure this would be possible Parker, but why can't you think that this
would be a bad hint he give us.�
�You know Syd as well as I that he is normally just faster than we are,
but the directions are most of the time absolutely correct. He wants us to find
something.�
�Well Ms. Parkerwillwill go to the west if you go with me or not.�
Sydney said strongly knowing that she wouldn�t resist his directions. But she
did.
�You can go to the west Sydney with Brootsie but I will go to the north,
I am sure he is up there somewhere.�
�Can Ie a e a word with you Sydney?� Broots asked him and both men moved
away. Parker felt a little lonely knowing that she could get lost easily and
that there wouldn�t be anybody around in these dark nights � she tried not to
feel afraid but she was, at least a little and this fact made her feel
uncomfortable.

�You have your mobile with you Ms. Parker?� Broots asked and she just
nodded.
�You will need to save the battery so only switch it on at 6pm, we will
too and if somebody has news we will exchange it than. In case of an Emergency
we�ll have a problem but it�s the only way to save some battery for at least a
week.� Sydney added.
Now the situation was clear, both men would go to the west and leave her
alone. She felt afraid of the fact that both didn�t trust her instincts of
finding Jarod. She would be alone.

~*~

Jarod got up the small mountain, seeing completely over the woods he had crossed during the
last couple of days. In a country like this you are able to find yourself and
he hoped that Parker would find herself. Sydney had phoned him to tell him that
she was now on her own, running around, trying to find him and he had sworn to
the two men that he wouldn�t be far away from her that if something might
happen, he would be able to save her.

During the night he was resting not far away from her in his sleeping
bag. Jarod knew that there were still wild animals running around, bears and
other dangerous beings. Normally Parker was a strong person but in the dark
unknown woods she might freak out by an unknown sound.

He tried to plan her moves, leaving some cloths on his way to give her a
route and she took it. She was following him but getting tired easily so he had
to be near enough to be familiar with her tiredness and the fact that she was
using the bushes quite regular. She had also caught a soft cold during last
night�s rain. He was able to control her but not the weather. It was well known
that it will get under 0� Celsius soon during the nights and that the floor will
start to freeze, but he couldn�t change the climate.

So he was watching her, washing her fingers in the nearly freezing small
river. What would he do to give her a soft backrub after all the miles she was
hiking through the woods with the heavy backpack. She had a lot to carry with
her � her tent, cookery, some food in cans, water, a second pair of hiking
boots she had maybe bought in Aberdeen, a light jacket, some lingerie and her
sleeping bag. It wasn�t a lot but heavy if you have to wander uphill and
downhill in the next moment.

She was beautiful, and when her hair was not professionally done she was
even more beautiful and without makeup she seemed to be perfect � he thought.

It was late afternoon and he knew that she would stop soon to put the tent
on a secure place under the trees to save it from too heavy rain and wind, and
save some warmth for them.

But Jarod hadn�t planned for her to stay here near the river. Parker put
the tent down from her backpack and opened it. Now, after a couple of days in
the lonely woods she was able to open it alone and within a couple of seconds.
She looked fabulous in the snug jeans even if they were extremely dirty and she
wasn�t able to get out of them for days now. It wasn�t her style to run around
in not stylish clothes like these.

She made a small fire near the water and got out of her, of his,
pullover and put it on a tree to dry a little. It had rained heavily and she
seemed to be happy that it had stopped � Jarod too.

He was spying her, sitting on a stone not more than 15 feet away from
her. He was able to see her relaxed face and her incredible blue eyes wandering
over the soft waves of the water.

But this silence was disturbed by her mobile phone.

�Hello Syd � no I am fine � yeah me too � absolutely wet yes � Broots?
God never thought of that �.� She was laughing. �Bet you had a lot of fun� no�
I haven�t � he could be everywhere you know � fine�. hear from you rrowrrow.�

~*~

Broots had hurt his elbow on a tree � still the thought about the fact that
he was able to injure himself so easily made her giggle � and was Syd�s pain in
the ass now. He was all the time praying that the pain would go away, and it
wasn�t even blue or broken. He just wanted to be home sitting near the fire
reading a good book or drinking a glass of wine � no that was what Parker
wanted to do but firstly she had to get rid of all this dirt on her.

Slowly she padded to the river and put a hand into the water. It was
damned cold but she was sure that she wouldn�t find something warmer in weeks.

~*~

�She can't do that now,� he was murmuring.

He saw Parker getting out of the second pullover she was wearing and
noticed the soft pink snug tee she was wearing. But she also put this above her
head before she sat down on a stone and started to unbutton her jean and hang
it near the fire to dry.

She was sitting there in the coldness of the evening just in her
underwear. Jarod couldn�t resist the situation and got a little nearer to her,
seeing how her body reacted to the coldness of Scotland, the country of her
mothers family.

�She couldn�t do that now, not what I am thinking of�
And in exactly this moment she unhook her bra and stepped out of her
panties and slowly went near the water. It was freezing cold and she knew that
she wasn�t allowed to stay in longer than a couple of minutes � not to cool
down too much but she wanted to wash her hair and freshen up a little.

Her toes touched the water and sent a flush of coldness through her body. She has never had goosebumps like these
and her nipples had never been tighter but she had to do this.

She stepped slowly into the water, till she was in over her knees and
the softly lapping waves touched her
inner thighs Even in this coldness, a touch like that could send pleasure through
her body � like now.

Quickly she let herself fall down till she was in the cold fluid all
over, stayed there for two minutes,
washing her hair as good as possible and got out of it, wrapping herself in the
towel, the only luxury of her backpack and sat down next to the fire.
She tested the trousers and the pullovers, dried her hair as well as
possible and stepped into her underwear softly.

He saw her petite body in the falling sun, shimmering all over because
of the left water. She was so beautiful and now it was the first time he could
see her, and only her � not a picture created by the Centre.

~*~

When Parker woke up, she felt uncomfortable, her bra was irritating her
all over. She hated wearing bras at all but it was a need at work. Normally she
got rid of it as soon as she was at home and kicked the high heels off.
So she worked it open under the two pullovers and rolled around in the
sleeping back. The last night was a good one. She had been able the first time
to sleep through it in one piece. The nights before she was thinking about her
life, all the mistakes she had done and all the things the Centre had done with
her life. She had thought about Thomas and her lightly changing connection to
Jarod. He seemed to be more a friend than a �project� to her, more the only
person who cared for her. But why wasn�t he around now? She couldn�t believe
that he had planned to be outside all the time.

But Parker had nearly lost the control of time. She wasn�t even able to
tell you which day was today � but this was the miracle of the Highlands. They
were able to confuse you, taking your feeling for time and space and giving
you�re the control over yourself, giving you the possibility to see the true
you, the inside you are hiding.

Gently she shifted around in the tent and decided that it was time to
get out of it. It was already midday and the sun was standing high. The card
was lying in front of the tent like the day before.

She hadn�t noticed the softly changed route Jarod had marked while she
was asleep, nor the circle around a cottage, a place to hide for the coldness
of the mountains.

The mountains where high around her, stony and only some were wooded
till the top. She knew that the north was coming sooner than she thought it
might happen. She studied the map and decided to follow the route and head to
the cottage.

But she wasn�t even sure if the mountains she
was at was the right one, if she was able to read the map correctly. She was
just able to decide between rivers, a little between the height of the
mountains. Hell what would she do to have Broots or Sydney around her. The
loneliness was almost killing her. She was singing and humming all the songs by
Shania Twain and Vonda Shepard on her walks, sometimes also the old country
Dolly Parton songs or even one by Madonna when she remembered the lyrics. She
was singing all day long, not to bore herself to death.

She would kill to see Jarod, cuff him around a
tree, call Sydney and go home � she would be free after he is returned.

~*~

She couldn�t know that he was at the cottage
already making a fire, warming things a little up. He wouldn�t be there when
she opens the door but she would know that he wasn�t far away. He didn�t want
to be caught but she was so beautiful and he wanted to see her, nearer than 10
feet away.

Parker was still on her way up the hill. She
had seen smoke over the mountain. She felt him around her, missed him a little
� missed company at all. She wanted to run away, not being near him. Maybe she
would just melt into his arms.

Suddenly she heard a sharp cry coming from
near the smoke. She put her backpack down within a second, leaned it again a
tree and ran up the hill. She was searching for him, till she found him �
bloody.

�Sit down� she yelled at him, standing there,
the left arm bloody and open � it had been a bear, one of the brown bears
running around in the Highlands. Her tone was hard, and not soft like he had
expected it.
Jarod sat down.

Parker looked around her and saw the cottage
not more than 100 ft away. She helped him up, her gun against his side. She
wasn�t as relaxed as down the river where he had seen her in her amazing
beautiful soft birthday suit. But now she was the Parker the Centre had
created, not the soft little playful girl on the river.

�Get the door open!� she yelled at him again.
Jarod tried to free himself from the poking gun and her aggressive voice,
yelling into his ear.

�Don�t even try Jarod.� She just said and
grabbed his wounded arm. Jarod cried out, shouted in pain. �Arg��

She opened the door in the end and got inside
with him.
�Why can't you just be there when I come
Jarod?�
� That wouldn�t be 100 % me, wouldn�t it?�
� No it wouldn�t but it would make my life
easier� she looked around. �Where do you hide the first aid kit?� she asked
him.
Jarod just lifted the shoulders �I don�t know
it� and than she heard a sharp breath. It was nearly killing him, the pain and
she knew that � but she had to stay a Parker and not change into to the Mary
mood.
�Don�t move Jarod� she ordered him �or you
will��
�I will not move Parker� he whispered in pain.

She couldn�t see him like this, she didn�t
want him to see like this. She never wanted to see him in pain or hurt but this
time it wasn�t her mistake that it happened, it was his own or the bear's.

She looked through the house, always keeping
an eye on Jarod. She found something to clean the wound, a bottle of Moscarova
� cheap Russian Vodka she thought. And near the unused sink she found a towel.
Slowly she moved back to Jarod and noticed that he had nearly drifted off.
Parker woke him, not soft but also not to rough.
Together in a lot of pain they removed his
pullover and she started to clean up the bloody wound with the wet towel. He
was hissing, crying and shouting all the time and she understood very well why
he did it. The wound was deep and bloody and she was sure that it would take
weeks to heal.

�Stop that Parker please�
�I will not, it has to be cleaned Jarod.�
�But it hurts.� She gave him a look that said she knew that quite well.
�Stay calm Jarod, it will hurt more when it
starts to heal.� she said
�I know but you don't have to remind me.�

He tried to find a comfortable position but
this was impossible. The pain was unbelievable. She noticed that he was nearly
away again.
�Jarod don�t fall asleep now, you have to stay
awake� she shot at him, friendly tone but with a bad undertone. He had noticed
that her body was as less relaxed as his. He was hot, hot in pain and hot
because of the image which was still in his mind � Parker nude slowly getting
into the cold river. He couldn�t stop thinking about this, it was so unique.

�Please Parker�, he begged when she got a
second time over the bloody arm of his gorgeous male body. �please ��
�I don�t want to see you dead because of an
infection in the first moment I could bring you back to the Centre and live a
life like everybody else.�

Both of them knew that this wouldn�t work. She would never be able to have
family and a normal life. The Centre was her family, she didn�t have anybody
else. It was just her and the Centre.
Nobody else.

�Can I get a glass of this liquid of yours?�
he asked and she nodded in agreement. She had forgotten to give him some Vodka
to drink. She kicked her mind to forget that. How could she?

�Stay like this Jarod, if not it will not
heal.� Jarod just nodded when she got off the floor and headed to the kitchen.

~*~

In the moment of her return he was on his way
to the door.
�Stop that Jarod!� she shouted at him and in
exactly this moment she was standing behind him, pressing him against the door.
�Don�t even try this. I have got you and you will go back with me.� she added,
angry and a little disappointed. Parker had felt that he would try it but not
that early and in the moment the wound wasn�t even closed with something. �You
want it the hard way, so this is the hard way.� she said and put one handcuff
around his well working wrist and locked the other one on hers. Now they were
locked together. She opened the door and tossed the key outside.

�You can't do that Parker�
�Like you see Jarod, I can. And its your fault
that you can't sit down now because I want some coffee� Her tone wasn�t hard or
furious anymore, she seemed to relax a little.

~*~

He can't make me that hot, not Jarod. I am just
standing on the counter next to him and feel all the flood getting into my
upper body parts and my panties getting wet. It can't happen. Not a man had
this effect on me in ages, not even Thomas � not on the first look. But Jarod,
his body is as gorgeous as 20 years before. I could eat him, lick him and suck
him inside me. I would never let him go. Never.
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~*~

Please Parker don�t do that. Don�t try to
reach the salt on the end of the table � I can see every curve of your breast
again, when the top snugs tighter around your chest and I am not sure if I can
take that. There is no possibility for a release now for me. I am cuffed
against the hot skin of yours, the skin which is softer than pure silk.

~*~

Parker was making herself a piece of bread
with butter and a little salt, something she hadn�t eaten in ages. Her little
mother had always brought her a slice of bread with the special Irish butter,
little salt. She had loved it.

She had Jarod�s head nearer her body than she
had ever dreamed of that it could be. He had touched her hip more than once
when she had done the butter over the bread. Parker wasn�t able to look at
Jarod, but she felt a rush of wetness reaching her panties. �Shit� she was
thinking �why does this man has this effect on me?� � again. �Why could it not
be a normal man make her shiver?�

�Parker if you don�t mind, I would like to sit
down for a minute. I am not sure if I will pass out in a minute or two.� he
added and in the moment she looked at him, she noticed that he was more than
pale, dark circles under his eyes. �Don�t please� she thought.

With the bread in the hand they shares and two
cups of coffee in the other one Parker managed to sit down with him on the
sofa. It wasn�t really comfortable to eat and drink with the most loveable guy
cuffed to you, if you aren�t allowed to touch him � she knew that quite well.
No touching, no teasing � just being professional. How would she manage to get
to sleep tonight?

�Do you want a bit of it? If you want ��
Parker asked him and smiled a little. She knew that he was in pain and not
comfortable with the situation they were in but they had to manage it as good
as possible.

She wasn�t allowed to flirt with him, so the
best thing would be just to let him be. But well it seemed not to be that easy.

�Parker can I get a glass of water too?� he
asked her after sipping the coffee.
�Sure but (don't need 'at all') you have to
come with me.�

Slowly they got up and moved to the kitchen.
But suddenly she felt his arm around her waist. She tried to turn around but
noticed that he had nearly fallen over a broken floor plank. His chest was
pressed against her side, her arm on her back to steady him.

�Jarod?� she asked.
�Sorry� he excused, when he slowly got to his
feet again.
�How is your arm?� She asked when hers was in
front again. Her shoulder hurt from this suddenly movement of his, but she knew
that this was also not his fault. But god his arm around her waist had felt to
good, perfectly over her navel, pressing a little into it. God.
�It hurts like a damned bitch but beside it is
feeling like an arm in pain� he tried to sound funny.
�I know how stuff like that feels Jarod.�
�So why have you cuffed me than?�
�Because you tried to run away.�
�I didn�t.� he tried to argue.
�You did and stop discussing with me about
that now. Jarod we are here now and at 6pm I will call Sydney and we�ll bring
you back to the Centre and I will get my life back.�
�But you have a life � mine is just running
away from you.�
After hearing these words out of his mouth,
she felt sorry for him. Parker didn�t want him to be in one of those dark labs
in the Centre in the hands of Raines but on the other hand, she was the
huntress � she couldn�t just quit this job and go for good. This wouldn�t work
and both knew that, unfortunately.

There was a moment of silence before Jarod
added �I know that this isn�t the right moment Parker but I have to go to the
toilet, I can't take it anymore.� His face was hard, showing that he was
serious. Parker nodded and both went to the bathroom without exchanging a word.
But than in the bathroom when he reached for
the zipper of his jeans she was stopping him, the moment her hand touched the
fabric of box boxer shorts.
�Jarod� she reminded him.
�Do you want me to pee into my trousers or am
I allowed to open them?� he mentioned sarcastically.
As good as possible she turned away, but
couldn�t resist � this was Parker�s nature � to get a short look at his
manhood.

�God he would fill me� she was thinking,
leaning against his back a little, letting her head rest on his shoulder. �It
would be perfect.� she thought with a soft smile on her lips.

Jarod was still thinking about her � her soft
curves, the muscular back and the endless legs of hers, the perfect shaped
breasts, the beautiful belly of hers and the sporty rare end, her perfect
shoulders, the amazing blue eyes and the now soft curled hair �and her smile,
the one which was so rare but the most fascinating part of hers.

�Parker?� he nearly whispered in shame.
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