Thing was: they had known each other, once.

Aaron saw the newspapers and television broadcasts and remembered a time when his name was Kenneth Gidson and the other man's name was David Webb. He remembered that for a short time they had served together, stationed somewhere small and remote.

Ironic that they should find themselves in this situation now.

So Aaron saw the things they said about Treadstone on TV. He saw the face of the man who had started the avalanche of accusation and denial – a denial so deep that agents everywhere were being betrayed by the organization that had crafted them, given them purpose, and told them that they were the best.

He couldn't bring himself to resent Jason Bourne because he remembered David Webb. David was not the kind of person who would reveal an important operation unless there was a very, very good reason for it. And whatever else it was they took from you when they molded you into a weapon, they couldn't take away that which made you, you.

For now, Aaron would run. He would take the doctor with him and keep them both underground and safe. And maybe (perhaps inevitably) they would cross paths with Jason Bourne.

AN: This is my headcannon – at least until The Bourne Legacy comes out. I'm excited. Aren't you?