So, it occurred to me upon second viewing that Aaron never told Marta his real name. I mean, he obviously did at some point but it wasn't shown on screen. And then came this little straight-out-of-my-head drabble on Marta and the significance of his name to her.

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"I just do the science!" She's pleading with him. He's yet to tell her his own name but Five scares the living shit out of her. Marta's had enough of this programme crap the last few days. More bullets have been fired at her than at a target on a shooting range.

"You don't know anything?" he almost laughs but she doesn't know why. "That's what you know; nothing?"

Her back is to the car, the autumn cool and calm making all this seem so much worse. All Marta can look at is his neck, muscled and veined and vulnerable. She's held him in her arms on her medical table more than any lover she'd held. She knows his body, his brain, his chemistry but doesn't know the man behind them so who is he really? Why'd he come for her? He's frightening her.

"What's your dosage status?" she asks, voice cracking as he backs away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb. She'd stitched that hand back together after some incident. Why hadn't she asked more questions?

He tells her and she frowns.

"You're still on greens?" he nods. "You were viralled off on greens last year."

He frightens her when he nearly yells; barely contained power and fury could all be directed at her. Marta can't blame him for being pissed. He's saying about nearly dying and she can picture Five alone, fevered, hallucinating. She's poked and prodded him for years and what do they both have to show for it; wounds and a burnt house? Five backs her back against the car. She doesn't even know his name.

"What about blue? Can you viral off on blue?"

She swallows. "Theoretically, yes." Marta nods; a glint in her eye speaks of an incredible idea. Complete independence, permanent intelligence made impenetrable by anyone. It can be done. "Manila. The Philippines." She mutters, looking at him.

He nods, looking into her so deeply. Neither has moved. He's got the glint in his eye too. It's danger and excitement.

"What's your name?" she asks suddenly.

His lips quirk in knowing but she can't tell why. "Aaron Cross."

"Aaron." She repeats, getting back into the car after him.

Marta glances at him and smiles inside. He's not frightening her anymore.