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Santiago whimpered. He was shy, very soft spoken, and had just run away from an orphanage where nobody ever remembered his name. Hiding in a dark corner near a street light, he opened his bag. Inside was a loaf of bread he'd managed to steal, along with a motorcycle. Looking around however, he was wary of his surroundings. Brilliant purple eyes looking around him warily. Santiago knew not to trust his surroundings, or anyone for that matter. He was however, gifted with a power that was incredibly rare.

He could control and speak to machines, which made him an incredible hacker as well. Though that had never worked out for him. Sitting on the cold streets of El Dorado, he quickly finished his bread and drank some of the water. Deciding to try on making it last as he crafted his plan.

"Ire a Espana!"

He said excitedly to himself as he made his way to the airport. He knew he'd have to be careful and sneak onto a plane, but he was excited with the prospect of getting out of Dorado. He'd never been treated kindly in the city, but still maintained his hope for the future.

Managing to sneak into the luggage hold of a plane he knew was heading to his destination, his abilities over technology coming to good use, he hunkered down. Knowing that if the plane had to stop to fuel up, or someone would come to check the luggage, and perhaps move it to another plane.

"¿Tal vez alguien me quiera?"

He asked. He'd been told several times by the other orphans in the orphanage he'd used to live at that his mother had abandoned him there because he was a mistake. She'd left him because she didn't want him, and hadn't even bothered to tell anyone his name. He only even had a name because the only orphanage caretaker who'd actually cared about him, whom he only knew as Abuela, had decided to name him herself. She'd died recently, and had left Santiago on his own.

"Te haré sentir orgulloso Abuela."

He said, promising to make her proud of him and make his own path. After a long flight, Santiago had fallen asleep. Only barely managing to hide when the plane landed and someone came to gather the luggage.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he'd slid out the plane and run for it. Sticking to the shadows as he ran into the main city of Gibraltar. Hiding in a dark alley, he hunkered down once again before checking to see if he'd been followed. Unfortunately for him, he had. But not from the direction he'd thought he'd be followed from.

Jumping in surprise, he turned around to see an older woman with some kind of gun on her back and a single eye patch. Shaking in fear, he tried to back away.

"Shhh small child. It's alright...you don't have to fear me."

She cooed. Santiago calmed down some. He understood and spoke english fluently, but preferred Spanish.

"O….okay?"

He asked more than responded. Still not entirely sure on trusting the woman. The woman who'd found him being none other than Ana Amari, who had decided to go on patrol of the city surrounding the Gibraltar Watchpoint.

"Now that that's been settled, what's your name little one? You seem rather far from home."

Santiago shivered. His clothes were ratty, with several holes in them, and there was a strong breeze.

"S-Santiago. Please don't send me back!"

He rushed out, holding himself to try and stay warm. Ana didn't question him for a moment, simply picking him up and hugging him. Warming him up and calming him slightly.

"I won't send you back. Santiago is it?"

Santiago nodded at her pronunciation of his name. It was close enough for him.

"Yes ma'am."

He responded. Ana smiled at him.

"And such a respectful young gentleman. Come on. I know a place where you can have a warm bed and some food. And perhaps a check up."

Santiago whimpered, slipping back into spanish.

"Un doctor?"

He asked, having never been taken to the doctor's before. Ana seemed to guess his worries accurately.

"It's alright dear."

Ana said to the boy, lifting him into her arms with relative ease as she carried him to the Watchpoint.

"Doctor Ziegler is very kind. She won't hurt you. I promise."

Santiago smiled a bit as Ana carried him into the building, getting to know her after a long walk.

"You remind me a lot of Abuela. She was the only caretaker at the orphanage who was nice to me."

Ana chuckled and set him down, deciding that he could walk on his own.

"Well then, if you'd like, you could call me Abuela. I don't mind it."

Santiago thought about it for a moment, and nodded.

"Gracias Abuela Ana."

Ana smiled and walked the boy to Angela's medbay.

"Doctor Ziegler, I have someone here you may want to see."

Angela opened the door and was surprised to see Santiago looking up at her.

"Why hello…."

Santiago grinned.

"My name is Santiago."

He said cheerfully. Angela smiled at him, stroking his surprisingly soft black hair.

"Are you here for a checkup?"

Ana nodded.

"It's his first time visiting a doctor as well, so I'm unsure if he's ever gotten any shots."

Santiago shook his head. Medics came to visit the orphanage, but only when kids broke arms playing with each other. He'd never had that problem because he'd found his computer was better company.

"Well then, we'll have to make it a good experience then, won't we?"

Santiago's bright grin made Angela coo internally at just how cute he was before letting him in to get his examination.

The boy was surprisingly healthy, if a little underweight and incredibly behind on his shots. He also seemed to be incredibly intelligent and curious. Asking several questions about the procedures as they happened.

Eventually just falling asleep on one of the beds in the medbay.

Angela didn't have the heart to wake him up, letting him sleep in as a few of her tests went through. Just as his last blood test went through, Fareeha Amari walked into the room.

"Who's the kid?"

She asked, noticing the sleeping boy on the bed. Santiago wasn't quite snoring, but he did seem comfortable.

"His name is Santiago. I'm at a loss for his last nahe, but I think he may end up getting adopted formally by Ana. He already calls her Abuela."

Fareeha glanced over at him.

"Honestly, he looks like he could actually be related to us. But I don't remember having any hispanic relatives. Closest thing I can think of was Reyes."

Angela shrugged. The last test's results, which were DNA tests, hadn't come through yet. Though she was testing the maternal line. Hoping to at least figure out if the kid had another relative he could go to.

Just as she was about to say another word, the machine beeped. Signalling that the test results were in. While somehow the direct maternal line had come up blank, somehow the test had found the DNA of the one man who she hadn't been expecting to have any relationship to Santiago had come up.

Apparently, as far as the test could tell, Angela had been awing at for over an hour at the grandson of Gabriel Reyes. The only other bit of DNA the test had been able to successfully identify being none other than Ana Amari's. Which raised the question, "When in the world did Ana have that kind of relationship with Reyes, and where was the daughter that'd obviously been born of the union?"

Fareeha looked at her friend before asking.

"So what's his name?"

Angela looked at the test.

"I haven't run a paternal lineage test, but for now…..technically…..I think his full name is supposed to be Santiago Reyes-Amari."

Fareeha was in shock. Angela however was still deep in thought.

"Well….maybe there's another reason he called Ana his Abuela."

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