Shattered Dreams. By Miss P.

NOTE: Less than perfect (Lydia) / Pretender (Jarod) crossover.

Summary: Miss Parker is gone, neither the Centre nor Jarod knows where she is or what happened to her. Many years later, Jarod finds someone who looks like her.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story and I'm not getting paid for writing it.

CHAPTER ONE.

It was dark outside. Three hours late, a woman silently sneaked around the corner towards the apartment she was living in. She scanned the corridor with frightened eyes. But no one was there. Quickly she brought up her keys to unlock the door. Just as she had put the key into the lock the door was opened and two strong arms grabbed her and dragged her inside. The man pressed her against the wall, blaming her for seeing someone else. As the woman tried to make him understand she wasn't, he hit her face hard. She let out a loud gasp; the man hit her again, and again! He continued what he was doing every time she made a sound. Crying, the woman sank to the floor, her body was shaking violently. But the man didn't care, he placed a hard kick in her stomach and with a scream of pain, she curled up at the floor, trying to make herself as small as possible, to escape the wrath of the man. With a second hard kick in her ribs, the man screamed at her to get up. The woman was too scared and in too much pain to obey. She just closed her eyes and waited for another kick. But instead the man got hold of her arms and without waiting for her to get to her feet; he walked towards the bedroom, dragging her behind him. As they got into the room, the man lifted her up and abruptly threw her on the bed. He started removing her clothes; the woman didn't do anything to stop him. Sobbing, she let him do what he always does. She had been late and this was her punishment...

NEW YORK. NEXT MORNING. THE NEWS-STATION.

Lydia stepped out of the elevator; she stopped for a while, scanning the hall. She continued walking, heading for her desk. Almost immediately after she'd sat down, Claude came up to her. Lydia gave her a tired look. A look that said 'go away'

"Hello Lydia!"

"What? I'm not in the mood, just spit it out!" Lydia muttered.

"Your boyfriend has been here asking for you! You might want to call him, he seemed upset," Claude explained. She didn't notice the fear that flashed through Lydia's eyes.

"What did you tell him?" Lydia gasped.

"Nothing!" Claude gave her a puzzled look, but decided to not ask.

"Did you say where I was?"

"No, I told him I didn't know. Something wrong?"

Lydia shook her head. She gave the other woman a small smile. Claude left and returned to her own desk, Lydia immediately picked up the phone, dialing Greg's number.

"Hi love! What? No... I overslept. Don't worry; you know I only love you."

"No, I promise, I won't be late. Yes! I love you too."

Lydia put the phone back; her hands trembled slightly as she grabbed her handbag. With a firm grip of it, she got up on her feet and headed for the ladies room. She never saw the puzzled look Claude gave her.

And soon the whole thing was forgotten as their new co-worker Mr. Spelling showed up.

"Lydia! This is Jarod Spelling; he's the substitute for Will while he's at the hospital," Claude said as Lydia walked past them. She slowed down a little and gave Jarod a casual look.

"Hi, nice to me meet you," she said before she continued to her desk.

Jarod stared after her, shock and confusion written all over his face.

"Mr. Spelling? What's wrong?" Claude asked.

It took a while before Jarod answered. "I think I know her..." he said, still staring at Lydia.

"You know Lydia? How?"

"I... I don't know. Is her last name Parker?"

Claude gave him a puzzled look. "No, Weston," she said.

"Oh, maybe I was wrong then!" Jarod said, forcing himself to smile as he saw the woman's confused look.

A while later, everybody had returned to their desks, and when Jarod had put his stuff in his office, he decided to talk to the woman he thought could be Miss Parker. He left the office and walked over to Lydia's desk.

"Hello, I never got the chance to talk to you, I'm Jarod."

His voice made Lydia jump, dropping her coffee. She let out a loud scream as she got the warm liquid on her skin.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Jarod said. He quickly took off his shirt and gave it to Lydia. "Here, take this before you burn yourself," he continued, eying Lydia's wet blouse.

"No!"

"It's okay. I won't look," Jarod said as he turned his head, letting the woman change her clothes. With trembling hands, Lydia slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slid down her shoulders. She didn't want to but the coffee was really hot, she just didn't have the time to get some privacy. Quickly she grabbed Jarod's black shirt and took it on. As she realized Jarod was looking at her, she let out a low gasp; quickly she wrapped the shirt tight around herself, looking down at the floor.

Jarod looked at her, shocked. Something had obviously happened to her, those bruises looked awful. He wondered how she'd got them. He slowly shook his head, if she was Miss Parker, why wouldn't she tell him? She acted like she had never seen him before, Jarod frowned. What the hell was going on here?

Jarod was quiet for a while as he tried to remember the name the others had called her.

"Lydia, why don't you take a day off? You don't seem to be feeling so well," he said kindly.

Lydia shook her head. "No, I'm fine!" she said with a slight smile.

Jarod could see that she was lying. He gave her a look of compassion. It was obvious that she was very frightened about something; he just wished he knew what. He wanted to help her, even if she wasn't the one he thought she was. Jarod sighed, he had to know and there was only one way to find out.

"Miss Parker, I know you recognize me, please talk to me!" Jarod said.

Lydia gave him a puzzled look. "What? Who is Miss Parker?" she asked.

"Dammit Parker! This is serious, stop lying to me!" Jarod said, raising his voice.

"I'm not lying!" Lydia almost screamed. She turned around and tried to walk away from him. But Jarod grabbed her arm and forced her to face him.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but don't lie to me!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please let me go,"

"Miss Parker."

"I'm not her! I'm not!" Lydia desperately tried to get away from Jarod, but he just took a harder grip around her arms.

"Let me go, you're hurting me..." Lydia whispered. As Jarod heard her voice tremble and when he saw the fear in her eyes, he regretted acting the way he had. Of course he had no intention of frightening her; he just wanted to know the truth. He slowly let go of her.

"I'm sorry," he said. He gave the woman a doubtful look. Was it possible that she wasn't Miss Parker? She looked just like her, only her hair was longer and was blond instead of dark brown. But that could easily have changed during the three years she had been gone.

Lydia sat down in her chair. She glanced at Jarod. He seemed like a nice guy. But of course, that was never to be trusted. Even though she was scared, she wanted to know who this Miss Parker was. And why Jarod had thought she was her.

"Jarod, I promise, I'm not the one you think I am. I have never seen you before. I'm not lying," she said, hoping he would believe her.

With a sigh, Jarod walked up to the desk, sitting down on its edge.

"You look just like her," Jarod mumbled. He was quiet for a while. "And, The reason I though you could be her is that, she disappeared more than three years ago. I don't even know if she's alive, nobody have seen her since then. I guess I just overreacted, I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. Were you two close?"

Jarod nodded. "We were childhood friends, and I... I loved her, I still do," he said in a sad voice.

Now it was Lydia's turn to nod. She looked at Jarod. "Don't give up," she said.

"I won't, but I don't think there's any chances left of finding her."

TBC