Summary: *Sequel to Gemini Protocol* Six months ago, Avenger and SHIELD agent Clint Barton and former IMF agent, William Brandt, learned that they were only the living subjects of a genetic experiment meant to replicate the original super soldier project. Six minutes ago, they learned that their dead brother wasn't quite dead. And he's had some added enhancements. There was never just two.

Pairings: Clint/Natasha, oblivious!Will/Jane, some Aaron/Marta and Tony/Pepper. Nothing major is really going to happen in terms of romance. This story is mostly about the boys and their adventures…. So bromance all around!

Warnings: Language, I guess, because I have a potty mouth damn it. Also a strong possibility for crackish behaviors. Spoilers for The Avengers, Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol and The Bourne Legacy. Oh, and whump because… I write fanfiction for The Avengers. Apparently that's reason enough!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Author's Note: Hello and welcome back to all those that are returning from the first part. To any new people… you might want to read the first story. I would say that this could stand alone but I would be lying. And I'm trying to quit that habit. Anyway, this is just the beginning. I took the epilogue from Gemini and added a bit more to it. Not enough for a standalone chapter, so here we are. I hope that you enjoy.

All for One… and One for All

Technology was an amazing thing. It saved lives. It gave man the ability to reach the stars and beyond. It also allowed Phil Coulson to see every annoyed facial feature on the face of one Jasper Sitwell despite the fact that the younger man was currently in Manila. Phil was able to see his protégé suffer from the air conditioned comfort of his own office at Stark Tower. Technology was pretty awesome.

"How the mission going?"

Jasper's right eye twitched minutely but he gave no further indication that he was annoyed. He didn't need to. Phil knew he was but he also knew that Jasper brought this upon himself. So his sympathy was a little a low at the moment.

"The warehouse remains active but thus far there have been no signs of suspicious activities," Jasper reported. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. Phil could see little beads of sweat pooling on his skin in crystal clear high definition. Jasper noticed his attention and glared. "Are you sure Stark's information is accurate?"

"It's Stark. He might be functionally insane and permanently stuck in his teenage years but I don't doubt his research. Especially not when it comes to something like this."

This was the subject of Jasper's mission. A month ago, information was leaked about a project funded by the CIA. It was a huge mess with almost every intelligence agency in the game up in arms. When the information first reached SHIELD, Nick (and pretty much everyone) immediately thought of the ever present pain in the rear super soldier experiments. Needless to say that particular subject always tended to bring out the crazy in most SHIELD personnel and that was before the discovery that one of their own was born because of a failed experiment with the super soldier serum. Now everyone was chomping at the bit to get to the bottom of Operation Treadstone. Especially the Avengers as there wasn't a single one of the founding members (aside from Thor) whose origin didn't have some connection to that cursed formula. Phil was still waiting for the next plot twist that would reveal some previously unknown, unimaginable, and implausible connection between Thor and the super soldier experiment.

Or rather Phil sincerely hoped it was Thor's turn next because he really didn't think that Clint could handle anymore curveballs at this point. He was holding up relatively well given the sudden brother overload (not just Stark's continuing efforts at adopting them both). But Phil worried what one more blow would do to the archer's psyche. And what affected Clint also impacted Will. They really were two halves of the same coin. How they functioned thirty years without each other was a mystery to everyone as they hadn't spent more than a few days away from each in the six months they'd been reunited. And even when they were physically apart, there was still the connection between them that kept them together in some capacity. It was a fascinating bond.

"You've got that look in your eye again. You must be thinking about a certain bird brained archer and his much better half. So how are the Doublemint Twins anyway?"

A lesser man than Phil would've been fooled by the flippant tone. But Phil didn't become known as Fury's good eye without being excellent at seeing between the lines. Despite how much Jasper protested it, he cared about Clint. And that meant that by extension, he cared about Will. The two were a package deal. And Jasper had never really been good about not caring about the archer despite his many, many arguments to the contrary.

"They miss you too, you know?"

"I definitely don't miss the brat or his devious twin. You know the only reason I even agreed to this mission was because it got me as far away from them as possible without having to quit SHIELD. But just so we're both clear, if Fury hadn't come through with the Manila mission, that would've been an option for discussion."

"I think you may be exaggerating the situation a bit. They're not that bad."

"Separately, no. Well, actually that's just Will. Clint is pretty much terrible on his own too. But together…. they're menaces. Last month, Will stood there and helped Clint climb the Statue of Liberty…. From the outside! With a blindfold! Will is the one that put the blindfold on the idiot!"

Phil smirked. That was one of Clint's lesser intelligent moments though Ethan did share some of the blame in that one. All of the IMF agents were told in the very beginning that under no circumstances was Thor, Clint or Tony to ever be dared to do anything. Ever. None of them had an ounce of common sense between them. No matter how impossible or deadly it might seem to a normal person, they would see it as a challenge. Impulse control was not one of their strengths. But to someone familiar with the Avengers, it was just another thing. The man on the screen opposite him was more than familiar with that truth.

"Okay, so he's a little eccentric."

"And he lives to annoy any SHIELD employee that isn't named Phil Coulson or Nick Fury. And Will isn't much better. He just goes a long with whatever insane thought pops into Clint's head. So no, I've earned my break from the kid. I'll catch up with him in a month. I'm sure he'll be fine until then. And you'd let me know if something changed, right?"

Phil laughed. "Careful, Jasper. Your caring is starting to show."

Jasper opened his mouth to retort but a voice off-screen commanded his attention. He held up a finger to Phil indicating that he would only take a minute. He took three and when he came back his face was even more flushed than before. The subtle tick in his right eye that was definitely Barton induced was even more pronounced.

"Is there something you wanted to tell me, Phil? How could you neglect to tell me that one of your twins is running loose in Manila?! Its Clint isn't it? That's why you didn't tell me. I know he's your favorite and what not but I thought you would at least have the decency to give me a heads up."

"Jasper, what are you talking about? Clint is right…."

The door to his office slammed open at that moment revealing an incredibly pissed off twin. Judging from the tie hanging loosely around his neck, Phil was going on record by saying it was Will. Especially since the other was currently in the vent just above his head.

"Come out now or I swear I will drag you out by that stupid fat head of yours!" Will hissed, glaring up at said vent. There was a muffled noise that somehow Will interpreted as a response. "I don't care if we're identical. Clearly we don't have identical brains. Mine tells me to stay in bed when I have a concussion. Yours tells you to go crawling through the vents! Now get down!" Another muffled sound. "Fine then. I'm coming up there!"

Phil could only watch in silent amusement as Will nosily dragged a chair from across the room until it was under the vent he was yelling at. True to his word, he climbed onto the chair and stretched up to reach the very loose vent cover. There was a less muffled response this time as a head of dark blonde hair appeared in Will's hands.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"Well then next time listen to me!" Will hissed. It didn't escape Phil's attention, however, that Will was a lot gentler as Clint slid out of the vent. He stepped off the chair and helped his brother to sit down. Once Clint was settled, Will squeezed his shoulder. "You need to stop escaping from Medical."

"It's boring. And that nurse Tony hired is a Nazi. Like seriously, I think she might actually have been a Nazi. She's old enough."

"So not the point," Will murmured. He pointed at Phil. "And you. You know you're only enabling his delinquency."

"Worrisome bitch," Clint muttered loud enough for Will to hear.

"Reckless asshole," Will said in the same annoyed, yet affectionate tone.

"Uh," Jasper started, pulling all attention to the forgotten screen. "If they're both there then we have a problem."

"What now?" Clint groused, rubbing his no doubt aching head. Will smacked his hand away as it strayed towards the bloodstained white bandage on his forehead. Clint frowned before redirecting his glare in Jasper's direction. "What's got your panties in a bunch this time?"

Jasper's right eye twitched again even as he held up a piece of paper with two pictures printed on it. It was an APB for a man and a woman. The woman was a pretty brunette that Phil was certain he'd seen before and recently. But it was the male that caught his attention. All too familiar bluish eyes stared out from the paper Jasper held up. The same dirty blond hair. The same exact nose.

"Not again!" Clint and Will groused in unison. Phil could only agree. Didn't they go through this same thing only six months ago? Things were only now starting to settle down. He could only hope this was another doppelganger (although the world did not need another Jason Walsh, despite what Clint thought). Although with the way that Phil's luck ran, this was going to end up being by the byproduct of some genetic experiment to replicate Project Rebirth. Again.

"Stark, Banner, get in here."

A few minutes passed before the door opened once again. This time a worried and frazzled looking Bruce followed by a calmer Tony and Benji. Oh, perfect. Phil made a mental note to check for any burned or exploded objects in the Tower. Bruce growled as he caught sight of the twins.

"Nurse Turner is going crazy looking for you," he pointed out as he stalked over to a not at all guilty looking Clint. "If you don't stop escaping, I'm going to follow through on previous suggestions to sedate you. I don't care if you slip into a coma. It might be an improvement on your current lack of self preservation."

"I meant to ask what you did to yourself this time," Jasper commented. Clint rolled his eyes and then winced as he was reminded as to why that was a bad idea.

"Latest alien menace," Will replied, rubbing circles on Clint's back. "Everything was going good until Steve's shield sliced off one of the thing's tentacles. It landed on Clint and knocked him off a building. It's okay though. Steve broke his fall. And his head."

Jasper snickered, earning a dark glare from all parties assembled. He scoffed. "That one goes in the book, birdie."

"Right next to heat stroke on a BS mission in the Philippines," Clint retorted, glaring at the screen. "Have fun staring at a factory!" With that said he reached over and turned off the computer screen. "So, who's up for another fun filled adventure in genetics?"

Half an hour later, Will was seated on the very comfortable sofa in Phil's office with Clint beside him. A copy of the APB was resting on his thigh. Across the room, the others were doing the same. There was a heavy silence in the room as they all contemplated the pictures. Will had a feeling that something was going to happen. Things had been relatively calm in the six months since the IMF agents met the Avengers. Or as a calm as it can be living with a bunch of superheroes and Ethan.

But Will had a feeling that the calm was over. Something told him that everything was about to change but he couldn't get a sense of whether this was a good or bad thing. Either way, it made him feel itchy. It also made him even more hypersensitive about his twin's wellbeing. He always on edge when Clint got hurt during a mission (which seemed to be just about every time) but between this new look alike and the feeling of wrongness, Will felt even more aware of Clint.

Almost as if on cue, Will felt Clint list further into his side. He didn't complain. He simply shifted his weight on the chair to help the archer settle into a more comfortable position. He eyed the bandage on Clint's head which Bruce changed. The bleeding seemed to have stopped at least. But the fact that he was so restless meant that the pain hadn't.

"How's the head?" he already anticipated the flippant response. Clint had a tendency to brush everything off as being fine or okay. Will was convinced that one day something was going to come along and rip his brother's arm and the idiot was only going to brush it off as a scratch. So he already knew it was pointless asking Clint how his head felt. He was just going to lie. But this time Will was wrong.

"Hurts," Clint murmured, shifting his head against Will's shoulder. Will raised an eyebrow. Clint just admitted pain. That never happened. The concern skyrocketed. "It's too hot, Will."

Will peered down at the thin t-shirt his twin was wearing, frowning at what he saw. He could see the sweat forming on Clint's skin. Could he be sick too? He brushed the back of his palm against Clint's forehead. He felt warmer than usual. The frown deepened. Clint wasn't showing any signs of a fever when he was initially checked into Medical earlier that afternoon. This was sudden. That feeling of wrong grew until it was suffocating him. He opened his mouth to call Bruce but Phil spoke up first.

"Now I remember where I've seen her," Phil said. "She was on the news. She was the only survivor in that laboratory shooting a few days ago. Seems strange that she lived through that and now she's on the CIA's hit list in Manila."

"Wait, a second I know this woman too," Bruce announced. "Her name is Marta Shearing. Actually she's Dr. Marta Shearing. We almost worked together on a project about seven years ago."

"Almost?" Tony questioned. "How do you almost work on a project? Especially you. It's science. That's pretty much your weakness. There isn't anything you wouldn't do for science."

"Except genetic experimentation on actual human test subjects," Bruce clarified. "I won't do that. I was interested in working on that project because as you all know Erskine and his formula was a particularly interesting subject for me. This project was promising to capitalize on his work and improve it. I was involved in the early planning stages of the project but I left when they started talking about using human test subjects. Dr. Shearing was young. From what I remembered, she had just finished her doctorates. She was still easily influenced. She couldn't be persuaded to leave. So I left her there. And then I went to work on another project with the super solider serum. We all know how that turned out."

"Yeah, big and green," Tony acknowledged. "So what was the name of this project anyway? Not the gamma radiation FUBAR but the one that Shearing worked on."

"Uh, it was….." Bruce trailed off as he thought about it. Will felt Clint's snort of amusement and was relieved that his brother's sudden temperature was decreasing. He felt cooler. "Oh, I remember. It was called Outcome. Operation Outcome."

Will's eyes narrowed even as Tony let out an audible gasp. Still it was Benji that voiced their thoughts. "Wasn't Outcome one of the names you came across when you were researching Treadstone?"

"Yeah, that's actually the folder where I found the information about the lab in Manila." Tony ran a hand across his face. "So there is another guy that looks like Clint and Will running around with a geneticist that worked on a secret government project that was experimenting with creating super soldiers? Anyone else feeling a serious case of déjà vu right now?"

"I'm just amazed that there is a seemingly never ending supply of men that actually look like the Wonder Twins over here," Benji commented, shaking his head. "And it seems like they have the same penchant for finding trouble too. What are the odds?"

"Better than you think," Clint spoke up, sitting upright a little more. "There's the creepy bomb expert in Afghanistan. There's also Walsh, who's not that bad as long as you don't eat his food. There's also that dude that thinks he's a vampire. Oh, and that guy that used to be SWAT and freed the French terrorist dude. Although now that I think about it that Hondo guy reminds me of Fury. Tony, did Hondo remind you of Fury?"

"Yeah, now that I think about it. Big, scary and kinda mean," Tony nodded. "Yeah, he's Fury's clone. Or his Life Model Decoy." He turned to Phil with wide eyes.

"That's still not an actual thing, Stark," Phil said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Will sympathized. Or rather he would've if he hadn't enabled Clint's medical phobia and let him hide in the vents.

"And there's also…." Clint trailed off as Will placed a finger against his lips.

"Hey, stop. Benji meant that rhetorically."

Clint's eyes widened slightly even as he slowly nodded. "Oh, sorry."

"S'okay," Will assured him, patting him on the leg. He knew that between the concussion and the new look-alike, Clint was feeling more than a little out of it, hence the uncharacteristic rambling. Will wondered if his brother was also picking up on his own feelings of uneasiness. Either way, he didn't want Clint overloading his already overtaxed brain. He watched as Clint settled back on the sofa, closing his eyes.

Will picked up the paper that set off this latest bout of turmoil and craziness. The man really did look like them. Will never really spent a large amount of time studying his face in the mirror prior to reuniting with his twin. But ever since then, his own face was the most familiar sight in the world to him. The face on the paper was similar but there were slight differences. His face was slightly rounder and the eyes were a little harder. There were also a few scars on his face that would indicate some serious trauma. But the one that caught his attention was the faint, silvery line right about the man's left eyebrow.

"Mirror images," Will murmured. He looked at Clint beside him, specifically to the same sliver of a scar above his right eyebrow. He glanced down at the picture. The same exact eyes stared back at him. They were the same eyes. There was darkness in them but they were the same eyes he looked at every single day. "Oh, no."

Clint cracked an eye open. "What?"

Will shook his head even as memories flooded his mind. Of a smaller version of the man beside him giggling that he had something in common with their beloved older brother. While Will and Clint were identical in looks and voice, Clint and Kenneth would both sport the same scar on opposite sides of their face. They were mirror images of one another. Will's shaky hand traced the scar on the picture. Clint grabbed a hold of his hand, stilling the nervous movements.

"Will, you're starting to freak me out a little here. What's wrong?"

"Uh, I think…. I think that this might be Kenny."

Clint's hand fell to the side even as he stared at the side of Will's face. "Maybe it's the concussion speaking but that's not funny."

"Wasn't trying to be," Will replied, resuming his idle tracing of the faint line on the man's face. He then lifted the same hand and traced the matching scar on Clint's eyebrow. "Mirror images."

Clint paled even as his fingers took over for Will's, touching both scars. "Oh my god."

"Hold up," Tony called over to them. "Because it sounds like you're saying that you think that this guy is your brother, who last time I checked is dead."

"I know it sounds crazy and impossible but… yes. I think that this is Kenny," Will replied, firmly. "He's not just some random guy. It's him, Clint. I know it."

Clint didn't say anything. He just kept staring at the picture with wide eyes. But Clint and Will had a connection that went beyond words. He knew what his brother was saying without hearing the words. It's because he was also thinking it. There was always a latent connection between the brothers. Once they were reunited, that connection simply became more obvious. There was always a part of Will that thought something was missing. Once he was back with Clint, that piece was quieted… but it was still there. That was the same part of him that was feeling uneasy since the minute he laid eyes on the picture.

"It's him," Clint whispered, rubbing his forearm absently. Will was familiar with his brother's gestures. The archer had an almost amusing avoidance of needles. Whenever he was forced to get a shot, he would walk around rubbing his arm in the exact same way, whining to anyone that would listen about how it hurt. But Will knew that Clint hadn't had any injections recently. So why was he rubbing his arm? This was getting weird.

"Are you both certain?" Phil asked. He had wheeled his chair over to the sofa and was studying both of them carefully. Clint and Will exchanged glances before Will nodded for them both. Phil sighed, sitting back in his seat. He looked to the others gathered in the room. "Well, you heard them. Pack your bags. Looks like Jasper is about to have some company in Manila. We've got a triplet to find."

"Oh, Four Eyes is going to love this!" Tony grinned broadly. "At least we'll get some entertainment out of all this." Will couldn't help but agree.

This was not fun. This was the opposite of fun. This was downright misery and agony and…. A whole bunch of other words that were escaping him at the moment. But as soon as he didn't have a fever so high he was pretty sure he could feel his brain liquefy, he would get back to describing the abject wrongness that was his current situation. He would rather be shot than go through this. This being the side effects of the viral injection he took just an hour ago. This being the cold clammy skin that totally belied the fact that he also felt like his body was on fire.

This was the fact that Aaron Cross was sick. He was really sick. He knew it was going to hit him hard but he really wasn't expecting this. Now that he knew what symptoms he would be experiencing, he could vividly remembered the bout of sickness that left him wishing he would just die and get it over with already. But he didn't die then, and he was determined not to die now. Still, they barely made it out of the warehouse housing the virus before he felt the first symptoms. They made it as far as the city limits when he finally admitted to himself and to Marta that he couldn't go on any further. And Marta, bless her soul, merely nodded and said that she would try to find them a place for the night.

He shifted against the wall she left him propped up against and coughed. He could feel the virus spreading through his veins, changing him. He could feel it making him better. If he managed to live though this, Kenneth Kitsom was officially history and Aaron Cross who wasn't twelve IQ points below Army standard would live in his place. Dumb Kenny was gone. He didn't know what would happen to him, or Marta, after all of this was over but he did know he was never going back to the CIA nor would he ever go back to Berwin. He was free of both of shackles for good. But still… something was missing.

Aaron struggled to keep alert but his mind kept drifting. It was what made him stop in the first place. He was supposed to be keeping his attention on staying one step ahead of the goons that Byer was sure to be sending after his ass. But instead, his mind kept pushing images of a little boy in a lab playing with blocks….. He snapped his eyes open, unaware of when he closed them in the first place. The virus was taking him under fast. This wasn't good. This was…..

"It's no good!" Kenneth muttered as he stared at his latest creation. The bright, multicolored slabs of plastic taunted him. It was all wrong but he didn't understand how. He just wanted it to be right. He needed it to be right and it wasn't. It was all wrong.

"Kenny?" a small voice piped up to his left. "What's wrong?"

He didn't need to look to know that even though he only heard Will speaking, Clint wasn't far behind him. They were always together because they were twins. And because Clint couldn't always hear them. Will told Kenny that it was his responsibility to look after Clint because he was the oldest. But Kenny was older than Will. Didn't that mean that he was supposed to look after them too? Nurse Mary told him that it was okay that he didn't always look out for them because he was sick. But he didn't want to be sick. He didn't want to be different than his brothers. He didn't want to be wrong… but he was.

"It's all wrong!" Kenny hissed through clenched teeth. Small fists reached up to his hair, pulling at clumps of the same dirty blonde hair the boys behind him were sporting. "Everything is wrong. I'm wrong."

"What's wrong with it?" Will asked, stepping closer. He had his head tilted to the side, staring at the block structure on the table. "It looks nice."

"No, it's not nice. It's wrong. Wrong and stupid. And sick! Like me!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Clint standing beside him. His matching eyes were wide even as he shook his head. "Not wrong," he said, carefully and slowly. Kenny looked to see that his hearing aids were out. That explained why he was holding onto Will so tightly. He was always clingy when he couldn't hear everything. "You're good."

Kenny shook his head. He tried to sign like Dr. Brandt taught them but his fingers were slow and clumsy. Will was able to learn it quickly but Kenny was always behind. He tried anyway. He tried to tell his little brother what he wanted to say but the frustration was building. There were tears stinging in his eyes. He wished he could just be normal… like Will. But he wasn't. He was the dumb one.

"You're not dumb," Clint said, staring at him. "You're not wrong. You're Kenny. You're good." He stepped closer to the table with the blocks that started this whole mess. He tilted his head to the side, mimicking Will's stance. "You're right. It's wrong."

"Huh?" Will murmured.

"Yup, it's wrong!" Clint declared. "But that just means we have to start again!"

Kenny felt the tears recede as he looked at the youngest brother. "We?"

"We can make it better together," Clint promised, solemnly. "You're not wrong. You just need help."

"Help?"

"And that's what we're here for!" Will added with a bright smile. Clint managed to replicate the same smile. Kenny would never know that he was sporting a slightly dimmer version of that smile on his own face.

He watched as Clint gleefully knocked over the offensive structure. Will glared at his twin, even as he picked up the stray blocks that had fallen to the floor and put them back on the table. Clint merely laughed at his attempts at creating order, occasionally knocking a block on the floor. Kenny laughed because Clint laughed. His little brother didn't laugh nearly as much as he should. He felt happier hearing him laugh.

Half an hour later the three boys sat staring at their joint effort. To be honest, it really didn't look that much different than the one Kenny built before. Will admitted that he was working based off the original design. Clint kept getting distracted by the idea of tossing the blocks at the various staff members who walked around the room they were playing in. So far his aim was true and he nailed about four disgruntled nurses and one doctor. But even though it looked the same, it felt… better.

"It feels good," Kenny announced.

"That's because we helped," Clint said, nudging him with his shoulder with one hand. The other was pulling at his newly replaced hearing aids. Naturally, Will was smacking his hand away a second later. "We can do anything when we're together."

"Yeah," Kenny whispered, looking fondly on his bickering brothers. "Yeah, we can. Like that book that Nurse Mary reads to us at night."

"Oh the one with the swords and stuff!" Clint smiled. "I like that one."

"All for one and one for all?" Will tried out the phrase. Kenny nodded. "That is us. We're better together."

"Aaron?"

He gasped, eyes snapping open once more to see Marta's concerned face watching him warily. Judging by the tightness in her face, she probably called his name a few more times than either of them should feel comfortable with. He swallowed against the lump in his throat that had less to do with the virus wreaking havoc with his system and more to do with the dream…. or was it a memory? It felt too real to be a dream but he was an only child… wasn't he?

"Aaron, did you hear me? I said that they had a room available. Can you walk?"

He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He knew it failed when the tightness in her face grew. "I don't really think I have a choice," he tried again to lighten the mood. "I don't know about you but I definitely don't feel like spending the night out here."

Marta glanced over his shoulder at the street gambling going on behind him. She mustered a much more believable smile and shook her head. "No, I don't suppose I want that either. Come on, I'll help you. We can move faster together."

His already racing heart skipped a beat with that one word but he ignored it in favor of putting an arm around Marta's shoulders. He leaned heavily on her, concentrating on every step with razor sharp focus. He almost groaned and called it quits when he saw the steps leading up to the apartment building. Of all the dangers and traps set for him on this whole excursion into insanity, he never anticipated stairs as being the one that did him in… but there they were.

"You can do this, Aaron," Marta whispered. Her arms tightened around his waist even as she guided him to the stairs. "We've made it this far. We can make it."

He nodded tightly and let her walk them up the stairs. It was a battle but it was one that he won. As soon as he was feeling less like death, he was going to destroy those miserable stairs. Or maybe not. Simple, petty destruction was more Clint's thing…. Clint who wasn't real. He was starting to get concerned with the frequency he was having these… hallucinations. They were becoming his reality and that wasn't good. Still….

"Doc?"

"Yes?" Marta sounded somewhat out breath as she continued to shoulder most of his weight on their shambling zombie like walk to the room where they would be spending the night. "We're almost there."

"I know. I mean, that's not it. It's just… you remember my file?"

Marta tensed somewhat. He knew that this was a sensitive subject for her. She really was a good person at heart but until he saved her life from gun toting assassins, he was just Operative Five. He was a number and not a name. That was changing for her. She was starting to see the men behind the files. He didn't know what happened with the other operatives but he got the feeling that the coming to terms process for Marta would take more time than they had at the moment. In the meantime, he was just hoping that she managed to remember something about him… other than just his number.

"Yes," she mumbled after a long silence. "Why do you ask?"

"Do you think that… could I have been experimented on... like genetically... before Outcome?"

Marta actually stopped to think about that question. Aaron was happy for several reasons. The most pressing being that he wasn't actually sure he could keep going. Though the room was apparently only twenty feet away, it felt like it was more like 20 miles away. The second reason was the hope that she remembered something about him. Something that could help him center his reality again. Because while it very well could be the fever playing tricks on him, there was something in him that wanted to believe there were identical faced men out there waiting for him.

"Well, it's hard to say. But out of all of the other sub…. other operatives, you have demonstrated more impressive results all around. Both physically and mentally. It's almost like the virus enhanced something that was already dormant in you." she peered at him from behind a fringe of dark brown hair. "Do you think you were subjected to genetic experiments before Outcome recruited you?"

Aaron shook his head. "I actually don't know. It's just that I keep having this dream..."

The lines by her eyes tightened again and he promptly shut up. He was tired of worrying her. She had done so much for him already. The least he could was stop giving her reason to think he was completely over the bend. He forced a smile on his face and resumed his shuffling steps towards the door. Marta kept pace beside with her arms still wrapped around him, keeping him close and steady. Because they were going to make it through this together. He glared at the door that didn't seem to be getting any closer.

"All for one and one for all, my ass."

*The end for now. Reviews from the last story asked for more h/c and more whump and well… I aim to please. There will be plenty more in the next few chapters. Also this Bourne arc is going to get wrapped up pretty fast. I anticipate that this story will be less action (because I suck at writing action) and more exploring the triplet's relationship.

Also I hope the title is better. The originally suggested title really was terrible! LOL. I hope this one is better. If not, as always, I'm open to suggestions.

Ciao for now!