So here is the second one shot for "Masters of Galifrey" I did want it to be longer but that didn't pan out. I did get a new place so I'm setting all that up, good fun. Broke up with my new girlfriend, funny story on that.

I like knives, guns too, but knives more. I was sharpening one of my regular blades and I slipped on the stone and sliced my thumb open. I mean this edge was a nasty serrated bugger and it got deep. Skin was torn, muscles on display, and a bit of bone exposed. I just sat there staring at it and then I began laughing.

Full belly laughter, and she walked in. Blood was all over the place, I was laughing, blades on the table, she was freaked. She left me shortly after I chased her around the apartment, trying to give her a hug, and throwing blood everywhere. Great fun, but on with the story.

"This is my" – Talking

"Dark Passenger" - Thinking

Adopted. He knew he was from a very young age, in fact one of his first memories was of his paternal unit at the time telling him so. At first he didn't know what it meant, but gradually he did, though he never found it within himself to care. I mean sure he could fake it, but not very well.

He had a father and a sister, both adoring fans of his. Though only one of them knew the truth, and the other had a slight inferiority complex about her "perfect" brother. She would cry over bad prom dates, evenings ruined by dad, while he could be out late at night. Yelling that he was so lenient because he was not his real son, only to apologize after.

His father, the great man he was, nurtured his gift, his natural talent of apathy, and evolved it into so much more. Taught him to harness his… darker tendencies. He became a hero, a dark avenger, though in society he would be a monster of a fairly high degree. He killed those that slipped through the cracks, or the ones that were too good to be caught.

Alas, dear ol' dad was gone now, and they had gotten a call from a storage place a couple days ago. Apparently their father had paid for several years for a storage unit, and upon a certain date the contents were released to his surviving family.

So here he was, with his wife, and sister, standing in a pile of junk. He looked around for a little bit, mostly tools, pictures, old fishing memorabilia, even some rusty knives. Scanning the dusty room he eventually he settled on a box with his name on it. Reaching in he pulled out a few photographs: a dirty blonde girl- his mother- a fake backdrop with his older brother holding him with a small smile, and a few of him and his sister. A twitch in his lips gave away his amusement at the memories he couldn't truly recall.

"Gah what a bunch of crap. Why did dad keep all this?" He sent a sideways glance to his sister, before giving his overused two shoulder shrug.

"Maybe he got tired of storing it at home." His sister rolled her eyes at his smile, and he suddenly felt a little self conscious. Not for any particular reason, but because he felt he got the social cue wrong. Turning from the current sense of unease he reached back into the box and grabbed a pocket watch. Scanning it a bit, he thumbed the latch slightly before easing up on the pressure.

"What an odd little trinket, to bad it's broken." He mumbled to himself as he fingered the old fob watch. His mind already dismissing the circular carvings, but his hand kept tracing them. A monolog was running throughout his mind, like always he felt the need to narrate to an invisible crowd. Never could figure out where that habit came from.

"Oh, how do you know it's broken?" his attention was taken from the dull watch, and refocused on the blonde next to him.

"It's obviously broken, not even ticking." He shook the thing for a moment, pressing it to his ear, pulling it away as it whispered something.

That couldn't be right, he figured with a frown.

"Something the matter?" His wife, his darling, truthfully a woman he used as a cover that grew into so much more. She scrunched her nose up in the little pout of hers, before laying a hand across his own. A small smile and she slid the watch from his grasp.

"Well, it was in your dad's stuff, so no telling how old it is." She stared at the thing momentarily, before she traced a few of the circles. Her gaze met his and he offered a small smile, mostly because social cues dictated it at the time. Though his eyes kept flying to the watch, an action the blonde noticed.

"If you want I can send it to be fixed, maybe a polish too?" A kind smile, one that didn't deserve to be shown to a monster like him. He eyed her slightly before his gaze drifted back to the watch with a slight frown. He was… afraid?

"Would you want that?" tentatively she withdrew the watch and was about to put it in her pocket when their third party crashed in.

"Hey guys! Watch out!" The brunette stumbled over a small pile of junk by the back of her foot. Her arms jumped around trying, and failing, to reestablish balance. One of her flying arms smacked into the watch, throwing it across the small space, landing it on the latch in front of the man.

A brilliant flash and twin cries of "DEXTER!" were the last things he remembered before the world erupted in a stunning vision of everything.

I actually didn't mean for it to be so short, nor for the whole identity to be all mysterious, but that was the way it turned out. Not much to extrapolate on that.

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