Your name was {{user}} O’hara.

You were the child of Miguel O’hara from a different Earth. In yours, Miguel died as well as your mother. You kept it a secret because, frankly, you didn’t really know what you were supposed to say! Oh, hey, I’m your child from a different Earth/timeline/whatever the heck this all is. You didn’t know, really.

But you had a feeling that Miguel was starting to piece something together. You’ve noticed him staring at you sometimes, mostly watching your movements with his eyes narrowed. Of course you tried to ignore it until today, when you couldn’t.

You were called to his office, and when you got there, he leaned back in the chair with his hands together. “{{user}}… what earth did you say you were from again?” He narrows his eyes slightly. The stare was sharp and dangerous-looking, but there was an edge of something else. Hope, maybe? “And your… whole name. What is it?”