A/N I'm posting this from school to show my friend how to post a story on fanfic. Everyone say hi Katie! Because's sitting here right next to me. Of course by the time you read this,we're probably not going to be here anymore. She's mean and doesn't want to say hi to all of you though...and she called me a looser. runs off and cries and writes about it because I'm emo like that Right, anyway, enough of me being a crackhead...that's Garret's job in this fic!

He opened the door to the knock. He knew who it was. He stepped back and poured her a glass. "Have you done anything aside from sit here and drink?"

"Went out to buy another few bottles." She frowned.

"You could be doing something." He looked at her as he at least poured himself a glass. He never felt right about drinking from the bottle when there was someone else there.

"What?" He took a long gulp. "What can I be doing? It's all out, I lost my job, the fact that my entire life is a sham came out, what am I supposed to be doing?" She was silent before she pulled out a few sheets of paper.

"What the hell happened to you?" She asked quietly, looking over the paper. He peered over her shoulder to be looking at his arrest record.

"I changed."

"Why? Not that it's a bad thing, but people don't just get up one morning, sweep all this under the rug and start living a legitimate lifestyle out of nowhere."

"I woke up one morning and realized if I wanted to live past twenty seven I'd have to do something. That if I kept on going that way I'd be dead." She nodded. "Dead or in jail for the rest of my life."

"So why become a doctor?" He shrugged.

"I started off a music major, I never wanted to be a doctor. But after tons and tons of my mother's ragging, after thinking about the way that my best friend went off and wound up fighting in a war and that I didn't want to think about doing that, I switched to pre med. And just stuck with it." She flipped through more of the papers. "I just woke up and applied to college one day and from there became this."

"You just woke up and applied? But you dropped out-" He chuckled slightly.

"Yeah, there was that." She flipped through a few more sheets.

"According to this it says that you graduated with a 3.2 gpa from Trenton Central high school in the top quarter of your class-"

"The last two years were invented." She nearly spit out the drink.

"Invented? You forged your high school transcript?" He shrugged and took another sip.

"Hey, if you look, it falls about right with my abilities. No one would doubt it. A C in history both years, C in Spanish, A in chem, B in physics, B's in math, it's all just about right. I just decided to save a little bit of time."

"So you invented your grades. How the hell did you do that?"

"Picked an out of state inner city school and said I went there, got a friend of a friend to add me in. They just thought that I got lost in the void when I came in and asked for my transcript, looked me up and handed it over. They had so many kids in and out that they didn't care. I didn't think it would matter, I wanted to go on to do something like be a studio drummer and thought a degree would help. I never thought I'd become a doctor when I did that."

"How many people know about that?" He thought for a moment.

"You and me. Johnny, the guy that did it died not too long after doing it, got caught up in a bad deal." She nodded.

"If that gets out-"

"I'm already screwed. It's just one more thing that'll fuck me over, once you're over your head, what do another few inches matter?"

"How can you just sit here with all this going on? I can't walk into any public building in the city without hearing about this. I walk into the morgue and it's all I hear, I walk into the police station and it's all I hear, I walk into the courthouse and it's all I hear. How can you not care?"

"It's already out, what can I do? Say that it never happened? It did, that's the thing. It did happen, and it's getting out. Everything I did wrong is coming to light, what the hell am I supposed to say about it? The only thing I can say is that I fucked up and I changed, and that does nothing, except make me slightly more sympathetic to the public."

"Garret, you need whatever it takes to get-"

"To get what? I'm never going to get another job again, I'll never make it past the "have you ever been convicted of a crime" line on the application. Hell, that's if they'll even look at my application after all this." He poured himself another glass and drank it down.

"But you're good-"

"Do you think they'll believe that? Think about Jordan, you hear about someone in the same spot as me, finding out that the life that they've lived is a whole big lie, that everything that happened for the first twenty five years of their life has been buried away, because of all the various illegal things that happened, would you hire them?" She was silent. "Hell, I wouldn't hire myself."

"Garret-" She trailed off.

"I wouldn't even date myself, I'm just glad Maggie didn't find out-" He trailed off and she glared at him.

"Maggie knew nothing?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Not about what I was, not about what I used to date-"

"Would this be the aforementioned Serenity?" He grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah."

"Was she it?" He laughed.

"She was one of many. There was Serenity. We learned very fast that there is a big difference between sleeping together in a van strung out and drunk and living together. Then there were the dozens of girls, then there was Christie, a word of advice, never get invovled with a hooker, and then I cleaned up. Graduated from med school, got a good job, met Maggie, got married, and started over."

"You dated a hooker?"

"Married her." Jordan looked shocked.

"And Serenity too?" He nodded.

"And Maggie never knew?" He shook his head.

"She never asked." It was the truth. She never once asked him if he had been married before. And he didn't offer up that information.

"You never told her that she was wife number three?" He shrugged.

"I didn't think it was important."

"Did you think maybe she might have?"

"I didn't love either of them." It was the truth.

"But you married them?"

"Serenity was all good strung out sex. Two years of it in a van going back and forth across the country doing the whole musician thing. After the band broke up, I thought getting married and having a house and everything was what was supposed to come next. We never really loved each other, not enough to make a marriage work. And Christie, well, Christie was at the lowest point of my low, I thought I loved her just because she was there, because I could pour my heart out to her when I was wasted and she just listened. Not to mention she was a knockout blonde." She looked at him.

"But you loved Maggie?"

"More than I loved them."

"Yet you didn't tell her?" He sighed. This was starting to run in a circle.

"Jordan, be perfectly honest, would you want me, knowing what I am?" She was silent. "Knowing my past, would you want to even date me, much less marry me?"

"Aside from the whole bad boy thing-" He glared at her. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean, you're, well, you're Garret, I know what you're like-"

"You know what I pretend to be like."

"How you act every single day." He chuckled slightly.

"Act being the key word-"

"But you changed." He shrugged and downed the rest of his glass.

"Maybe." She glared at him. "Look, Jordan, just go, worry about your own life." He looked down into his glass, not wanting to look at her.

"Garret-"

"Go. Don't worry about me." She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You're going to get through this." She told him, walking out the door, leaving him alone to sit and drink.