Rusty hadn't really known what had possessed him to do it at the time. Later, after he had made the boys with it, he told himself that 'the man was a specimen! What kind of scientist would let that kind of god-like DNA get away without some sampling?'
He never told his roommate that he took a sample for experimentation from the man's dirty laundry while he was out. It would not have been likely that Samson would take it well, and quite honestly, the man was as terrifying as he was beautiful. Rusty had also… incorrectly assumed that it was unlikely he'd see Samson again after college. Hindsight sure was a funny thing.
Rusty had kept the DNA for a good while after that. Some couple years in fact, before he finally met Ben, one of his father's allies and the only other human being who knew about the genetic experiments Jonas Venture had been working on.
During odd periods of time he needed to escape the stifling attentions of Myra, who was becoming more unhinged and obsessed with him by the day. Those days Rusty would come down to Ben's home, hidden on the property, and have the man help him tweak a mixture of Samson's DNA and Rusty's own until they were both sure that it might make a full human being. The project was consuming, and Rusty could honestly never remember feeling so passionate; so intensely focused on the results of his experimentation in all his life.
Then the breakthrough he'd been waiting for finally happened. Rusty and Ben had finally figured out how to get the DNA to fit together, and it successfully took to the artificial womb they had grown from a graft of Rusty's skin.
The egg having took only made the former boy-adventurer even more passionate about the project. He knew his ducking out was only making Myra's twitchy, and controlling behavior worse, but the fleeting thought of how she might react when she found out he'd made his children was enough to keep Rusty secretive. In hindsight, yet again, that had probably not helped the situation in the slightest.
He still remembered the shock he'd been hit with when Ben told him there were two of them. Two boys, in fact. He was surprised, and giddy. Two boys made of a genetic mixture of Rusty's intelligence, and Samson's impressive physical make up. They'd be prodigies!
Months flew by, and suddenly the twins were almost finished growing within the womb. Rusty was faced with a choice then. At this point, Rusty knew Myra had lost most of her grip on reality. It had become easy to convince her of the oddest things, and so the solution had seemed obvious. It would be a simple enough task to convince the woman that she was the boys' mother, especially since she shared a few coloring similarities and physical markers with Hank, thanks to Samson's half of the DNA.
The day the boys were born was the most magical day of his life. They were easily Rusty's most successful experiment at the time, maybe even ever. The former boy-adventurer insisted on removing them from the artificial womb himself, practically shoving Ben out of the way when the display blared to inform them of the change with his scalpel in hand.
Hank fought his way out first, and Rusty could already tell from day one that the boy had taken after Samson the most. His soft blond hair, and thicker build spoke to it even as an infant. Dean was next, weaker and thinner than his brother, but still beautiful as far as Rusty was concerned. The younger twin had certainly taken after the Venture side of things with his ginger hair and slightly longer limbs.
Rusty managed to convince Myra that very day that she was the boys' mother, and so got to bring them both home to the compound with him immediately. He had been more thankful for that than he'd ever been for anything in his entire life. He had been so completely unwilling to let them out of his sight for even a moment. They had seemed like an incredible success after such a long drought of only failures.
Then things became suddenly much, much worse than they had been. Myra had reached some point of no return before the boys were even a few months old, and after a particularly harrowing experience culminating in the complete break down of her mental facilities, an attempt to burn down the compound with Rusty and the boys inside, and a very frantic call to the OSI; Myra was taken away.
Rusty vividly remembered the day, standing on the front steps of the Venture compound and listening to her crazed cooing and yells as she was carted off. He remembered shaking entirely too much from underneath a very heavy blanket that was doing very little to calm his nerves, and cutting himself off mid-retort because a very large, very familiar shape was suddenly on his lawn. A terrifying shape in the face of the life he had created, as far as he was currently concerned.
Brock Samson had been assigned as Rusty's new bodyguard, and suddenly the scientist had some new decisions to make.
