sorry for the long delay...hope you like this chapter. Don't forget to read my other DA fic that surrounds this one. It's called Breeding Program: Successful

I sat on the bed, cleaning the blood of the unconscious 551, I knew what his designation was when I saw his barcode when I was checking to see if his neck had been broken. He was stripped down to his boxers, and was lying on top of the worn cotten sheets.

I was amazed at how bruised and battered he was, and was still somehow alive. If I hadn't felt his pulse and seen his chest rise and fall fractionally, I would've easily have thought him just a lifeless body. It must be why White had no idea he was alive, and had left him in that cold morgue. Bruises and lacerations covered him nearly from head to toe. I could even make out individual boot prints standing out in stark black and purple against his tanned skin.

I looked over my should and checked to make sure the little boy on the other bed was still asleep. Then, assured that he was sleeping soundly, I returned to my duties of cleaning up 511.

We were in a room in a cheap motel nearly fifty miles away from White's compound. The last two days we'd spent running as far and as fast away as we could with a three-year-old and an unconscious beaten man. Finding a car to hotwire on the side of a deserted highway seemed like manna from heaven, it was almost too good to be true. Of course we ditched it and torched it halfway to the motel, wanting to make sure we couldn't be traced to it.

Mace had put 511 down on one bed as soon as we walked into the room, rented with 'borrowed' money. I had sat PX-1133 on the other, and he had fallen instantly to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Then Mace went off to his room, saying…

flashback

Mace wiped off his hands after he sat the raven-haired man down on one of the beds. "Okay, I'm off to my room."

I stared at him as I pulled the blankets up to cover the toddler asleep on the other bed. "You mean you're not going to help me?"

He headed for the door. He looked over his shoulder just before he walked out. "Hey you're the one who collected all these strays. You deal with itm I'm gonna catch some sleep." Then he walked out.

I stuck my tongue out at the now closed door. "Jackass."

end flashback

I had finally goten all traces of blood of of 511 when I heard PX5-1133 start to wake up. He had slept for the entire time we'd been at this motel. I guessed that while captured he didn't sleep, probably to frightened to let his guard down, and was trying to catch up for at least a week of sleep deprivation.

I sat down my blood soaked washcloth down in the bowl of water on the floor beside the bed, and rushed to the other bed. I sat down carefully on the edge, trying not to startle him.

He sleepily opened his eyes, then he smiled when he recognized me. "Mama." He said, much to my shock.

"Mama?" I repeated, stuned. "W…why would you call me that?" I guess it wasn't the best response I could have given him, but when you're eighteen and a three year-old you just met calls you his mother, you tend to freak out. Not even Manticore had prepared me for such an encounter.

He stared at me like I was the one who was talking crazy. "That's what you are, my mama." At my blank, vacant, empty look, he continued. "PX5-1133. An exp…experimental cross between…" He paused, trying to remember a speech he had obviously heard many times before. "B…between P-622 and X5-511."

I swear I think my heart stopped. My gaze snapped between the boy and the unconscious 511. Besides the emerald eyes, my emerald eyes, I realiezed that he was the spitting image of the raven-haired X5.

I felt dizzy and light-headed, my world was like a magic eightball, tossed recklessly into a moving drier, nothing made sense. My face must've gone pale because the toddler seemed to panic. "Mama!"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Y…yes baby?" Was all I could say, I am just used to interacting back and forth with anyone other than Mace. Sometimes I wish I had the ability to talk to people like the charm-enhanced X5s. Psy-ops interrogators weren't expected to talk, but to get someone else to talk. They weren't designed to be 'people' people. "I'm fine, don't worry."

He seemed to relax when I said that. "Mama…" He crawled into my lap and looked up at me. Funny how that felt so right, so normal. "Your name is Charlie, right?" I nodded. "C…can I have a name too?" He asked shyly.

My racing mind stopped at that simple question. They say we psy-ops soldiers have no heard, but I could feel myself melt. "Of course." I sat there for a minute, looking down at the young boy. "I've got it."

His entire face lit up in a huge grin, one I'm familiar with for it is my own. He bounced up and down excitably. "What? What is my name?"

"What do you think of the name Lucas?" I asked him, unsure of his reaction.

"Lucas!" The little boy shouted with glee, yes actual glee. I'm guessing Manticore never got around to training him with all the transgenic uprisings and escapes lately. So he was really just a little boy. "Can we call me Luke? I heard one of the guards talk about someone named Lucas that they all called Luke!" He was nearly bouncing with happiness. "My name is Luke," he said, as if trying it out. "My mama is Charlie and my daddy is X5-511!"

I am just in love with Luke, but what do you think?

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