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[rude_not_ginger]

Mun is SOOOOO drunk at the moment...Whatever you want to do to the Doctor...GO FOR IT.

The Doctor sat at the pier just near the Hub in Cardiff.

Just relaxing, with a bottle of wine.

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"Closer." ::Had he turned so the Doctor couldn't see the barcode? Oh, maybe.

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Oh, but the Doctor was on a roll. "Closer, but not quite, eh? What am I missing? Time and era? Place? Organization?"

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"Time is now, or I guess to be technical twenty two years ago. Place. Here, unless you want to pick a state. And denial or confusion don't count. Oranixation. . .you could go for that." Oh, this was fun.

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"Not Torchwood, is it?"

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"Not Torchwood. Good name though."

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"Decent. Named after a farmhouse, unless I'm mistaken."

He wouldn't give up, though!

"US Government? I've never been very good with American conspiracies."

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"Seems like nameing something highly combustable Torch anything might be asking for trouble." Hay and torches. Back combo. Seriously.

"US Government. Or, to be specific, hey look! Hint time! Government funded subcontractors."

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"So, we have government funded cloning that is subcontracted....Tell me, Jude Law, what are you cloned to be, or do I need to guess that, too?"

He probably did, so he continued to ramble.

"Well, judging by your weight and intelligence, you're not a Bill Gates clone...I'd say...military, perhaps?"

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"Dude, I am so much better than Jude Law. And Gattica creeped me out." He decided to both confirm and give another hint, which may only confuse things more. "Military. And heres a another hint. I am a clone, not a clone, and a prototype."

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"Alec mark one then?" He hopped up and down as they walked, juggling through his mind for more ideas.

"A military prototype of the perfect soldier. Clearly rebellious, otherwise you'd still be in no-see-ums and wandering about killing things for the subcontractors who created you."

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He laughs at the hopping. "Oh clearly rebelious. They tried to get rid of that. I was loyal though. They turned on us first. Trying to cover their tracks when they were exposed." He spins just in time to not walk into a bench. Instead he hops up onto the back and walks along the endge, keeping pace with the Doctor. Hands in his pockets the entire time.

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"Mental conditioning? Oh, that's brilliant. When things don't go as planned, work on elimiating what you don't like." The Doctor despised the concept of conditioning, the concept of perfection. The flaws in humanity were the things he loved most about them.

"So they were exposed, then?"

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He snorts as he drops fromt he back of the bench to the ground. "Mental conditioning? Please, dude. that's so friendly." He waggles a finger at the Doctor "And I'll have you know they did like me, or I would have been put down."

"Oh totally exposed. Like a streaker in Time Square."

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The Doctor stops and stares at Alec, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Just...put down? Like some sort of animal? That's disgusting."

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He stops to face him. "More like defective equipment. They used the word 'destroy'. We said 'put down'. We got it from a guard who was telling another how his wife had had to have their cat put down. So you know, seemed appropriate. I mean, we knew what we were made of." It's all said in a pretty flat matter of fact tone.

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"You're not equipment, though," the Doctor's rage couldn't be directed at Alec, which made him frustrated. It was undirectable rage.

"Just destroy a living being because you haven't worked the way they planned? Eliminate evidence? And in the end, for what? So they have a perfect soldier to go out and die some more?"

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"Dude, kick a tree or something befor you pop." He could see the frustration, hell he could smell it, but this was how he grew up. Afraid yes, angry, you know it, but also used to it. "We aren't seen as people though. Weapons. Very expensive, highly skilled bio-weapons. And dispite everything, were weren't made to die. I mean, I'm tougher than a god damned cockroach. We were made to take what ever could be dished out and still make it back."

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"People aren't weapons."

The Doctor unclenched his hands and tried to regain the bubbly-happy he had moments before. It was gone.

"So tell me, Alec. Who are you?"

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"Some people are. I am, and I'm not asamed of it. I'm just more than that."

He spun again to walk backward, head tilting a bit, in the curious cat way he has. "Who am I? X5-331845739494, 494 for short, some name that was taken from me long ago, Lucky Charm, Simon LeHane, Smart Alec, McDowell which I picked out randomly, Winchester by late arrival. A weapon, a protector, a monster, a soldier, husband, brother. Take your pick." He holds out his arms wide. "No one has ever asked me that before."

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"You should pick for yourself," the Doctor said. "I did. Stuck with it ever since. It's so much better than when they try to pick for you."

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He shakes his head a little. "I'm all of those things. And I don't mind being named by others. Aside from the ill fated Simon, they all saw me when they did it. I was born witht eh designation and barcode, but everything else I earned."

He raises an eyebrow. "So you picked the Doctor? You like to fix things or figure out how they tick?" Or if that isn't a double edged question coming from someone like Alec. But he thinks it's the first. If he though it was the second he'd be gone by now. Also Ruby would have never let the man near he husband.

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"Something like that, yeah." At the time, the Doctor remembered liking the prestige of the title. The Master once said it was because he was 'the man who makes people better'. Now, he couldn't tell who was right anymore.

"Where I'm from, when you hit a certain age, you choose your own name. I chose mine."

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"When I was growing up names were a secret and a privilage. They provided indeviduality. The X5s? We had names. Not quite sure where they came from. But it was only inside our unit. Alone, our secret, though an open one. Our handlers knew about them. But it was some thing that could be taken. Mine was." Shrugs. "It's been stripped. I don't remember it. Only memory I've ever lost I think." He almost philisophical about it.

"But the others? Dude, having some one name you is like a right of passage to living outside the wire."

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"Sounds horrific," the Doctor nodded.

"Having a name meant you were finally free, where I'm from. Free from decades upon decades of schooling. From being told where to go and what to do and how to think. Not nearly to the degree of your childhood, though."

He scratched the back of his head and sighed.

"If you could have that back, that name you were...would you want it?"

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"You don't know the half of it. But it was what it was. I learned and did a lot of good things. Did a lot of very bad things to but that'll bite me in the ass when the time is right." No point in worrying now.

"Decades and decades? How old are you?"

He thinks about the man's last question. Really thinks. "No. Who ever that was is gone. Lost in an emptry room somewhere. If I can't remember? Pretty catestraphic, best to let it go."