Disclaimer: I'm partially insane; it's not my fault. And I have no money so there's no point in suing me

Parker crept slowly towards the open roller door, gun drawn. She could see Jarod sitting on a chair inside, his hands handcuffed to a pole behind him. There was a bruise on his face and a day's growth of beard. He was talking to someone, she couldn't she whom. Then he stepped into view. It was Mr. Lyle.

He looked dirty and unkempt and he was trying to fasten a tie without the use of his thumb. As she crept closer, Parker saw Jarod make a comment that obviously angered Lyle. He swung round and grabbed a crowbar off the bench behind him then in a sweeping movement he knocked Jarod over the head with it. Jarod slumped forward, his eyes closing.

Parker had reached the door so she stepped around it suddenly, levelling the gun at the insane, thumbless man. He heard her step and a gun appeared in his hand. Then, although there was no-one else nearby she heard; "Such a violent family. That really wasn't necessary." Jarod walked out of the shadows behind the chair where he also sat, unconscious.

Miss Parker jumped but Lyle's reflexes were better and he squeezed a shot off at the apparition. It went right through him but the Jarod on the chair was slammed back against the pole and a hole appeared in his shoulder. The apparition flickered out and Parker strode over to the form in the chair to inspect the bullet wound. "Leave it, he missed the artery." The image of Jarod had reappeared, his head turned to face the body that slumped in the chair.

He looked slowly over at Mr. Lyle, who had not yet lowered the gun and Parker could see the anger on his face. He raised a hand and Lyle dropped the gun with a cry. "What are you!" demanded Lyle.

"I'm everyone, I'm. no one." Replied Jarod. Parker had heard that enough times before to know that it actually was Jarod. "Then who's that?" She asked.

"That's me too. The Centre really has no idea just what a pretender can do." Lyle cut in. "They'll know now. This is just more icing on the cake. What are you hoping to achieve by appearing like this?" Jarod frowned and Parker could see that Lyle was skating on thin ice. "I'm doing you a favour Mr. Lyle. I thought you might like to know who your real parents were. I know who can tell you. Just ask your twin here"

"What do you mean twin?"

"You two were separated at birth by Dr. Raines." Parker shook her head in denial.

"You're lying." She replied.

"I've got the DNA analysis to prove it. It's in my car back in town. I had to leave it there when I was bagged by your brother's lackey." Parker stood a moment in shock, both at the news and at Jarod's strange ability. She didn't notice him go but then the real Jarod stirred and the ghost Jarod was gone.

He woke up and blinked in confusion. "Hello Miss Parker" he mumbled groggily. She could see another bruise forming where Lyle had hit him. Lyle came to stand next to her so he could better talk to Jarod. "Where did you get DNA samples from?" He demanded.

"What?" Slurred Jarod.

"He doesn't remember. You hit him too hard." Snapped Parker. Jarod was obviously struggling to stay conscious.

"Maybe if I hit him again his informative friend will reappear." They turned to one another and began to argue. Secretively Jarod began to pick the lock on his handcuffs. Unfortunately they rattled as they slipped from his numb fingers and the twins drew their attention back to him.

"Nice act, you had me fooled," said Parker, jabbing her gun into his chest.

"It's what I do," he replied, "Along with taking firing pins out of guns so that trigger-happy predators can't shoot me." She levelled the gun at the floor and pulled the trigger. There was a clicking sound. "Like I said before, The Centre has no idea what a pretender can do."

He stood up and both of the twins fell back a step. "If you weren't so hell bent on following insane orders I could show you both things you've never even dreamed of. You have the genetics for it."

"If you can do all that then why did you even let us chase you?"

"Amusement," he said, and as he walked out Parker saw the wound on his shoulder heal.

TBC. (Because a reviewer asked nicely ( )