Things We Forget.
Summary: AU. While driving home one night, Linkara encounters a strange blond man by the side of the road. Upon taking him home, Linkara discovers the man, Jaeris, has selective amnesia and…A baby bump? Based on a dream I had.
Warnings: Memory loss, Mpreg, strange alien biology (obviously), and ship teasing.
Linkara was driving home when it happened. He was bringing home dinner after filming a crossover with The Last Angry Geek at the comic book store. Teen Titans: Enter the Wyld required two ticked off nerds to tackle it, after all. He was halfway home he caught sight of something, illuminated in his headlights. It was a figure with shockingly blond hair and a backpack traveling along the side of the road. Linkara probably wouldn't have looked at them twice, but for the fact that the figure wasn't walking. It was running. Linkara slowed down. He didn't agree with rubbernecking, but something could really be wrong here. Then again, it could just as easily be a thief on the lam from the law. He was about to speed up again when the figure stopped, shuddered, and collapsed.
Immediately, Linkara stopped the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and jumped out to investigate. He knelt by the figure and gave them a good once over, his eyes straining in the dark. The person had fallen on their side, arms around their stomach. They looked unhurt, but didn't respond when Linkara gently patted their cheeks and checked their pulse. After confirming they were still alive, Linkara peered down the road. There didn't seem to be any ax murderers or other ghouls after them.
Linkara felt a shiver go down his spine, and not just because of the spooky situation. If the temperature kept dropping, they were going to freeze to death for sure. Linkara made up his mind. He carefully extracted the person from their backpack, picked them up in his arms and carried them to the passenger side of the car. The person-he was pretty sure they were male, but it was very dark- mumbled incoherently. The head on his shoulder shifted, and then stilled, the blond hair tickling his neck. Linkara gently set him in the passenger seat, and buckled him in. As he was clicking the seatbelt into place, his other hand came to rest over the soft curve of the person's stomach.
Something under his hand moved.
Linkara jerked his hand back as though he'd been burned. He stared down at the stranger's stomach. Cautiously, he placed his hand in the same spot again. Another thump, this time against his fingers. Linkara swallowed. Ok, obviously not a male. Must be a woman. A pregnant woman. Linkara shrugged out of his trademark coat and used it to cover the person, who he noticed was shivering in a t-shirt and thin pajama pants. They also didn't appear to have any shoes on. Linkara felt his heart twinge in sympathy for them. What exactly had they been running away from? He glanced over his shoulder worriedly, and then, after retrieving the backpack, headed back to the driver's side. Once in, he drove as quickly as he could back home.
It was a challenge getting up to his apartment with an unconscious bundle, a backpack, and a bag of fast food, but he managed it, somehow. In front of his apartment, he kicked the door, and it was opened by 90's kid. "DUUU-." He began, but stopped short.
"Uh, I thought you were just coming back with food."
"Things got complicated." Linkara handed off the food to him and moved to stand in the living room. "Nimue, two to beam up to sick bay."
"Confirmed." Came the smooth voice of Nimue, and after a brief sensation of vertigo, they were standing in the medical bay of Comicron1 Linkara laid the person onto the medi-scanner, and flicked the switch that turned it on. "Nimue, could you scan this girl, tell me what's going on with her?"
"Confirmed."
Two metal arches passed over the person, coming to rest over their stomach. Linkara blinked as he looked the person over. Now that they were in proper light, he got a better look at them. They had very long hair that was down to their backside and a surprisingly flat chest. It was hard to tell with the bangs obscuring their face but they looked almost…Linkara shook his head. Had he just imagined the kicks?
"This unit has finished scanning." Nimue reported, breaking him out of his thoughts. Linkara looked up. "Report?"
"Subject is suffering from severe exhaustion and is approximately 20 weeks pregnant." Linkara nodded. "I figured."
"Subject is also male." Linkara's eyes widened behind his glasses. "WHAT?!" he yelped. "That can't be right, scan them again!"
"This unit has done so, subject is still male." Linkara glanced down at them and leaned in for a better look. He brushed their bangs aside and found a masculine-if oddly pretty –face. "Huh." He pursed his lips. "Guess you were right, Nimue."
"This unit is not in the habit of being incorrect." Linkara moved to the backpack on the floor and unzipped it. Maybe there was a clue as to the man's identity in it. What he found left him with more questions than answers. There were several cans of what he assumed was food with labels written in another language that looked like a cross between Chinese and scribbles. There were some clothes-black, and some sort of leather- and, pushing those aside, he discovered a gun.
Not a toy gun, but a magic one. It had the unmistakable weight and aura of a magic gun, similar to his own, yet different. He held it for a minute, weighing it. He didn't dare fire it, and he wasn't even sure he could. It was a different style than his, vaguely western and white, with a brown barrel, and warm to the touch. "Guess you're not from around here." He remarked to the unconscious male.
"Subject does seem to have alien physiology." Nimue added. Linkara returned the gun to the backpack and zipped it up. "Come on," He addressed the sleeping person. "Let's get you into a proper bed."
Comicron1 had no shortage of rooms, though some were less seemly than others. Linkara had yet to clean out the more macabre places, but there were plenty of empty bedrooms. What they were used for, he wasn't sure he wanted to know, since Vyce didn't seem the type to have friends over, but since they'd burned the old bedding and gotten new, it should be pretty safe. The person didn't stir as Linkara laid him in a comfy spare bed. His unresponsiveness was a little unnerving, but the medi-scan's verdict was that he just needed a good long nap to recover and this was merely part of the healing process. Linkara couldn't help but worry a little, though. He'd never had a pregnant…person in his care before, much less a pregnant alien. As he tucked the man in, he pondered how best to proceed. A conversation with Linksano was definitely in order. Linkara pressed the button on the bedside table and was transported back to the apartment living room.
The other members of his household were at the kitchen table eating dinner. A place was set for him. It said a lot about the way their household functioned that no one questioned him returning with a strange man in tow. Harvey looked up from his chicken wrap. "Hey, kid. Junior mentioned you found something extra while you were out?" Linkara nodded, sitting down to his supper. "Linksano, when you're finished, I need you." Linksano dipped his head in acknowledgement. Behind him, the TV was on, playing a news program.
"And in local news, several startled witnesses reported seeing a UFO in the sky…"
AN: Not my best work, but the plot bunny was persistent. My advice is to not hold your breath for updates, as it takes awhile to edit my work and I'm not very good at multi-chaptered things. Despite all of that, I hope you enjoy.