Title: You Can't Outrun What You Are
Author: Crystal
Archive: yes to mpreg
Feedback: crysgen78@h...
Summary: John Doe and Jarod and drinking…more random stuff.
Author's Notes: Yet another product of my delusional mind. Yes, I know. I need help. Drabble +. It's a one-off
Fandom: John Doe/the Pretender
Pairing: John Doe/Jarod (John Doe pregnant)
Rating: PG-13

"I know everything there is to know except who I am."

Jarod stared at the man sitting morosely at a bar beside him. He'd come here to help this John Doe find his identity, but so far they'd come up with nothing. One thing he did know was that the Centre was definitely not behind this, and whoever was, knew how to cover their tracks. It was frustrating. What was more frustrating was that John was now currently on his fourth drink, and the man could *not* drink. Although, he was a little cute tipsy, Jarod thought. "Listen, for what it's worth. I'm not really sure where I come from either."

John looked at him like only a drunken person who thinks he's still sober could, and smartly said. "What do you mean?"

Jarod looked around the bar, and decided that he didn't really want to talk about it there. "Why don't we head back to your place?"

"Yeah, sure." John stood up, and Jarod immediately placed a steadying hand on his back, and guided him out the door. He didn't see the way that the friend John called Digger was glaring daggers at him.

They made it back to the loft that John rented, and Jarod guided him to the couch, and sat down. "Now, are you going to need anything or are you fine for a minute."

"I'm fine. I'm fine." John waved a hand to indicate that he was okay. Jarod made his way to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, deciding that he really enjoyed John's company more when the brilliant man was sober.

He went back into the living room to find John already passed out, slumped slightly over the arm of the couch. Jarod went to ease the man into a more comfortable position since sleeping that way all night would definitely cause a few kinks to set in, but John woke as soon as Jarod touched him. "Sorry," Jarod whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up; I was just trying to make you comfortable."

"It's okay," John said softly. His eyes darted to Jarod's lips, and then back up again quickly, but one look into Jarod's eyes told him he'd be caught. "Sorry," he mumbled and started to look away.

"No, it's all right," Jarod turned John's face back toward him. He couldn't help feel that maybe he should wait until John was completely sober, but instinct was winning out over a slight case of conscience at the moment. "John, have you ever…"

"Not that I can remember. I mean I'm sure I have. There's this woman. I see her in flashes…just not that I can remember. Have you?"

"With a woman or man?"

"Either…both"

"Yes, to either and both. One willing, one not."

John's eyes widened slightly. "Sorry, then…"

"No, like I said it's okay. With you, I want to." John looked away again. "What is it?"

"I don't know how…I mean I know how, but, damn it why can't I just say this."

"It's okay. I think we can figure it out." Which is precisely what they spent the night doing.

As Digger watched the video from the hidden camera he'd installed in John's apartment, he picked up the telephone, and dialed a number. "I think we have a serious problem on our hands," was all he said once his call was answered. He then hung up, and looked at the file in his hands. The title read-'Jarod-Pretender-Property of the Centre.- His organization and the Centre's symbiotic relationship was about to blow up in their faces.

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