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Well, not the whole lot. Basically, this is a Pretender/Survivor Crossover and, just in case, by some miracle, the announcement of the next location for Survivor is the same as the one I have here, I want it to be known that I came up with it and didn't just nick it from CBS! *g* However, although the story is planned, I haven't finished writing it yet, so this is breaking one of the cardinal sins of fanfic. If it wasn't that I feel obliged to sort of stake my claim, I wouldn't do it at all. As it is, however, I don't think I have a choice.
So without much further ado, I present Survival of the Fittest
Prologue – Jarod’s New Pretend
Broots slipped into his house, tiptoeing through the hall as if afraid that someone in the otherwise empty building would hear him. Debbie was having a sleepover, but Broots, as he removed his shoes to walk in his Snoopy socks, felt that you couldn’t be too careful. It wasn’t as if he should really have been here, but Miss Parker and Mr. Lyle had gone off chasing another lead for Jarod, and Sydney was occupied with another of his projects. Broots had been left pretty much to his own devises, so he had taken his chance and left the Centre early.
In the living room, Broots settled into his recliner and switched on the television. He had a perfectly good reason for being home at this hour – of course he did! He had timed this to perfection. It was almost eight o’clock. The closing credits of The Insider were finishing up, which gave him just enough time to get a cold drink – beer, if he had any say in it – and watch the vital first few minutes of the first show of the season.
Unfortunately, Broots found that his fridge was almost empty and he gave an exclamation of annoyance before remembering that his housekeeper had called the day before to tell him that she was unwell and wouldn’t be in that week. Of course, he had completely forgotten to go the store, and now the empty fridge was the result! Grabbing a half-empty bottle of Coke (the only thing left in the fridge, except for something green and almost beyond recognition in a Tupperware container) and a glass, he went into the garage to collect a new bottle of Coke from the box he kept there and put it into the fridge before going back to the living room.
There, he found that the first episode of Survivor: Fiji had already begun. A search for the remote control, which had somehow slipped off the arm of the chair and ended up on the floor beneath it, took another few minutes and necessitated Broots switching on the light. He was just about to sit down in his chair again when he happened to glance at the television and froze, his mouth falling open with surprise.
“It can’t be…” he breathed, dropping into the chair as the man on the television began to speak, confirming Broots’ initial thought. “Jarod!” he exclaimed.
Turning the remote control around so that it faced the right way, he pressed the rewind button, thanking God for TiVo as he did so, and began taping the show. This was even better than the time he had happened to see Jarod on the TV when he – Broots – was taking a shower. Suddenly, coming home early from work seemed like the best thing he had ever done.
So without much further ado, I present Survival of the Fittest
Prologue – Jarod’s New Pretend
Broots slipped into his house, tiptoeing through the hall as if afraid that someone in the otherwise empty building would hear him. Debbie was having a sleepover, but Broots, as he removed his shoes to walk in his Snoopy socks, felt that you couldn’t be too careful. It wasn’t as if he should really have been here, but Miss Parker and Mr. Lyle had gone off chasing another lead for Jarod, and Sydney was occupied with another of his projects. Broots had been left pretty much to his own devises, so he had taken his chance and left the Centre early.
In the living room, Broots settled into his recliner and switched on the television. He had a perfectly good reason for being home at this hour – of course he did! He had timed this to perfection. It was almost eight o’clock. The closing credits of The Insider were finishing up, which gave him just enough time to get a cold drink – beer, if he had any say in it – and watch the vital first few minutes of the first show of the season.
Unfortunately, Broots found that his fridge was almost empty and he gave an exclamation of annoyance before remembering that his housekeeper had called the day before to tell him that she was unwell and wouldn’t be in that week. Of course, he had completely forgotten to go the store, and now the empty fridge was the result! Grabbing a half-empty bottle of Coke (the only thing left in the fridge, except for something green and almost beyond recognition in a Tupperware container) and a glass, he went into the garage to collect a new bottle of Coke from the box he kept there and put it into the fridge before going back to the living room.
There, he found that the first episode of Survivor: Fiji had already begun. A search for the remote control, which had somehow slipped off the arm of the chair and ended up on the floor beneath it, took another few minutes and necessitated Broots switching on the light. He was just about to sit down in his chair again when he happened to glance at the television and froze, his mouth falling open with surprise.
“It can’t be…” he breathed, dropping into the chair as the man on the television began to speak, confirming Broots’ initial thought. “Jarod!” he exclaimed.
Turning the remote control around so that it faced the right way, he pressed the rewind button, thanking God for TiVo as he did so, and began taping the show. This was even better than the time he had happened to see Jarod on the TV when he – Broots – was taking a shower. Suddenly, coming home early from work seemed like the best thing he had ever done.
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