I loved Marta and Aaron's characters and I really just wanted more.

So here here's my version of events.

Hope you guys enjoy.

Comments are welcome.

Oh, and I don't own anything (unfortunately).

The scene where Marta flashes back to her examination of Aaron.

Marta:

Marta Shearing took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself for her workday. Normally, she loved going into work; loved trying to find new and innovative ways of approaching biochemistry, virology and genetics. However, she was wound tighter then a drum at the prospect of going into Sterisyn Morlanta this morning. Her hands were shaking and her heart rate picked up when she looked too closely at what her schedule pertained. She had to admit to herself that she was nervous. Your being ridiculous. It's just an examination. You've done countless examines since you started working there. This one isn't any different. She wasn't aware she was just standing there staring at her coffee maker until Peter walked into the kitchen and startled her.

"What are we doing for dinner tonight?" Peter was her boyfriend of two years. They'd bought this fixer upper of a house six months ago and things had been strained between them since for too many reasons.

"Hmm, do you want to just order take out? It'll be late when I get home from work."

"Of course it will," Peter muttered under his breath, making Marta cringe. He was doing that a lot lately too, but she couldn't blame him. She was spending more and more time at work, but Peter was making it difficult for her to want to come home. "Fine, I'll order something and you can heat it up whenever it is you decide to come home."

Peter disappeared without another word, a bang sounding from the sitting room. Peter had lost his job two months ago and that hadn't helped matters between them. She was now the breadwinner so to speak and he was having trouble accepting that. She kept trying to reassure him, telling him he would find another job, but he just blew her off. He was also having a hard time with the fact that she had to keep her work a secret. All he could know was that she worked for the government and that she was a scientist. Couples were supposed to able to share everything and Peter thought that because she couldn't even share that with him, that he was being wronged.

Maybe he had a point.

What a great start to the day, Marta thought dismally, finally making her coffee.

Marta remembered a time when she was just happy to be carrying out research and testing her theories. She and Peter were dating and everything was good between them, but even then there was something off. Her relationship with Peter had been simple and straight forward. Almost too easy. She loved him, she did, but there was a spark missing. It had become more apparent when they'd moved in together. Now he wanted more and Marta wasn't sure she could give it. Not when she thought that she might not even be in love with him anymore - or at all.

Shaking her head, Marta pulled herself together and grabbed her things. She paused at the sitting room door contemplating whether to stick her head and say goodbye or just leave. She weighed her options. If she opened that door, then there would probably be a fit and she'd be late for work. If she didn't then, well, they'd probably have a fight tonight instead. Sighing Marta opted for a fight tonight. She didn't want to be late for work. She sat into her car and looked at the mess that surrounded her. Her car was a pigsty, stuff strewn everywhere, including fast food wrappers. Marta promised herself that she'd clean up the mess in car, especially since she couldn't fix the mess that was her relationship.

Marta arrived at work with five minutes to spare. She smiled and handed her ID badge over to James, the security guard at the gate. She parked her car and made her way into the lab, entering the code, scanning her palm and using her ID badge to unlock the door.

"His waiting in the lab for you," Dr. Donald Foite informed her, when she got his work room. Marta liked Donald. He was pleasant to spend time with and she didn't have to dumb down her words with him. She also had a suspicion that he might be gay and that enabled her to act more naturally around him. she'd never been good at talking to men, especially ones she found attractive, so Dr. Foite sexual orientation made her feel more comfortable with him - even if she'd only ever thought of him as a friend.

Apart from the science, Marta also part of a team that ran tests on nine operatives. Normally that would be fine. She would let her scientific mind take over, detaching herself from them on a personal level, but today was different.

Today, Five was her patient.

Dr. Hillcott wanted a full work-up, because Five had missed sending in blood's, one too many times. Marta got the impression that Five wasn't the best at following orders. Having meet all the Operative, she found he was he was one of the most rebellious. He constantly asked her questions, challenging her to show emotion, but she couldn't. She wanted to keep her job and asking questions was not the way to go about it. After all, there was cameras in the labs and examination rooms for a reason. So she remained ignorant of everything that went on outside of her little world; remained ignorant of what it was, that these Outcome Operatives did. At least consciously; subconsciously it was different matter.

Shaking herself, she tried to get her head screwed on straight. Five is just like all the others. His a number. A project. He signed up for this of his own free will. That's what she was told. That's what she made herself believe.

"Thanks Donald," she said, acknowledging him with a small smile.

Marta opened the exam room door, the sight of Five making her nerves return in spades. He was sitting on the exam table in a hospital gown, his back too her. It hadn't always been like this. At first he was just another number, someone that helped her move forward academically, but he never stopped speaking to her; he always had something to say. While the others sat there and stoically did as they were told. some did ask questions, but usually they were just medically related. Five had managed to humanise himself in her eyes and she was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

Marta remembered the deep gash he'd had on his hand the last time he was here. She was curious to how it had healed.

"Hello Doc," Five said, sensing her presence. "And how has your day been?" He didn't bother turning around and she wasn't sure if he was mocking her or not.

"It was fine, thank you for asking." Polite and distant was best. She walked over to the cabinets and placed the forms she had to file on Five on the counter.

"Mine was fine too," Five said, smiling. There wasn't any real emotion behind it; it was a smile for the sake of a smile. "Thanks for asking."

Marta ignored that, but turned around to face him. She hated it when he looked at her like that; like she was doing something wrong. "Let me see your hand, please?" She tried to distract herself from his expression with work. Five held his hand up, fingers spread apart. Marta wanted to keep everything business like, but she was finding it hard to keep her composure. "That has healed up nicely." She ran the pointer finger of her right across the wound that should have been there, but there wasn't even a scar. "Any diminished sensation?"

Five shook his head. "Nope."

Marta turned away and filled a syringe with anaesthesia. She was going to have to put him under while she carried out her tests. In a way she was glad she had to put him to sleep. The way he watched her, as ironic as it sounded, made her feel like she was under a microscope. He was intense and that intensity was starting to get to her, no matter how hard she tried to separate herself from her emotions. She could hear him rustling around on the medical table, but she could also feel the weight of his heavy stare on the side of her face when she turned to inject the contents of the syringe into his trip.

"You trying to put me down, Doc?"

"We'll, I'm afraid there's been a few gaps in your samples deliveries, so..."

"Uh-oh."

"...we need a full work-up. This is it." Marta picked up his Chems container and placed on her clip-broad. She hated that he wasn't taken this seriously. They had to have constant work-up's for a reason. She didn't want to see him die from some side effect of the Chems they could have caught if he'd do his blood work on time. It wasn't like she found it fun to poke and prod a human being. After all she'd never really been a people person, her nose constantly stuck in her books.

"Another one? Why is because I missed a blood drop? So ho..how'd you think it works? Doc? That we can just call a timeout? Everything stops, while you pull your samples?"

Marta resolutely kept her back to him, preparing sample tubes and other instruments she would need. No, she didn't want to know. She also didn't want to look at his face; didn't want him to see how much he was getting to her. She had to play this right. If the cameras picked on anything that was overtly familiar between them... Well, she had a feeling that she didn't want to know what they would do to her if she was seen to be becoming too friendly with an Operative.

"Why don't you lie down? Hmm? And relax." She tried to get him to stop. She didn't want either of them to get in trouble.

Yeah, I..." She thought she had him, she really did, but as she already knew, he was too damn stubborn for his own good. That in itself was a problem. She shouldn't know that he had a stubborn streak or that he was sarcastic or that he had a dry sense of humour. She also shouldn't have noticed how nice his eyelashes were. "Wh..What is you think we do out there?"

"Ok. That is enough information!" It came out sounding sharper then she intended, but he was scaring her with his damn questions. She wasn't supposed to think about what they did out there; she just did research. Her job was research.

"No I... Ah, well, your just a Doctor."

Marta couldn't help quickly looking back at him, hoping her expression was stern. "You know we're on camera." She quickly looked away again, when he caught her eye. So much for stern. She was pointing out the obvious, using it as a flimsy excuse to avoid his questions, they both knew it.

"Really?" He paused and Marta found herself holding her breath. "Is that why you make such an attractive appearance?"

"Okay. Why don't you count backward from a hundred, please?" Marta placed her left hand on the side of his neck, behind his ear. Despite her gloves, she couldn't deny that she felt the heat his skin gave off burn into her. He placed her right one on his shoulder. He stared at her while he started counting in another language. Marta looked away feeling something twisting in her heart.

Feeling him slump, his counting slowing and becoming slurred, she gently guided him down so he was lying on the table. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. While he was awake Five exuded fierceness and intimidation, like some men exuded confidence. He looked peaceful while he was asleep, although she knew Operative didn't need to sleep much, because of their physical enhancements.

Five was trouble. She was allowing him to get under her skin; each visit making it that much more clear that she was far more affected by him then she'd like. His comment about her 'attractive appearance' had made her blush, all over. It made her heart race, her breath hitch and her knees weaken. This was not good, so she did what she did when she wanted to square her emotions away, she looked at it from a clinical perspective. This allowed her to rationalise Five's behaviour, because he would never be interested in someone like her. He was a solider and she was a scientist; she knew she wasn't his type. He was just saying things like that to try and rattle her so that she might accidentally give information away.

And maybe she already had.