Happy 4th of July!
There is this great writer on this site that has written two really great stories on Generator Rex… three if you count the one she hasn't finished yet. Her name is solsixtus. My stuff is trash comparatively speaking. I can only wish I can write like her. Anyway, several years back I noticed that she had an idea for the next Gen Rex story that dealt with Six and Holiday getting lost in the desert. The idea has since been taken off her profile page but I've been thinking about the story ever since.
I asked her permission to use her idea and I couldn't believe she granted it! Now I regret asking because I HAVE NO CLUE on how to do this. And she said she'd like to read it when it's done. The pressure! But here it goes anyway. I apologize ahead of time for the suckiness (is that even a word?) of the story.
I had originally wanted this to be part of the GenRex storyline but after trying to insert it I realized it limits me in what I can do in terms of Six and Holiday's relationship. But suffice it to say their relationship in this story starts out "professional" (so around Season 1 and early Season 2) and we'll see where it goes from there.
I own nothing, not even this idea.
"So? How long will you guys be gone?" Rex asked as Six loaded equipment onto the jeep.
"We'll be back in a few hours." Six answered flatly.
"A few hours like 3 or a few hours like 6?" Rex persisted.
"A few hours like you better have all those assignments Holiday gave you done by the time we get back…" Six answered.
"Awww man," Rex groaned. "Do you know how much reading she gave me?" Rex complained. "Then I have to annotate everything."
"Then you better get started." Six said.
"You're all heart, Six." Rex said sarcastically.
"I know." Six replied. Looking up, he saw Holiday. "Ready to go?"
"Yes." She said simply adjusting the satchel slung over her shoulder. She was in her white Providence issued field suit. When she noticed Rex, she smiled. "Don't forget to do the essay this time."
Rex groaned. "Come on doc, Noah's going to the movies this afternoon and I want to go with."
"Then you better finish your work." Holiday said.
"You guys are a barrel of fun, you know that?" Rex grumbled.
"Okay Rex, you can skip The History of the Mayan Empire but you have to read A Tale of Two Cities and discuss the resurrection theme in the book." Holiday conceded.
"Whoopie." Rex said unenthusiastically.
"And don't forget your math worksheets." She added as she hopped into the passenger side of the Providence jeep.
Six got in the driver's side. "You're spoiling him." He told her.
She buckled herself in and gave him a smile. "If you want to take over his education, be my guest."
"Comment withdrawn." Six answered as he started the jeep. Soon they roared out of the hangar.
Rex's phone rang with a familiar ring tone. "No… I have to finish my school work first… Hey Noah, what do you know about A Tale of Two Cities?"
0o0
Six lead the convoy that traveled along the winding roads surrounded by canyons in the desert.
"I hope this isn't going to take forever like last time." Holiday sighed. "I hate these on-site inspections."
"They are necessary to weed out spies and traitors." Six noted.
"I know, I know. White's been paranoid ever since the Weever episode." Holiday closed her eyes. "Just means more work for me."
"When was the last time you took a break?" Six asked unexpectedly.
Holiday looked up. "What?" She asked startled.
"You know… a vacation?" Six kept his eyes straight ahead.
Holiday snorted. "I haven't had one of those in 5 years. I think only normal people get to take vacations. When was the last time you had one?"
"I asked first." Six replied.
"And I answered. Your turn, agent." Holiday gave him a sidelong glance.
"I don't take vacations." Six answered. Then he quickly added, "But I do take a day to myself once in a while."
"You do?" Holiday raised an eyebrow. "Since when? I haven't seen you off base."
"I don't always do it off base." Six admitted.
"You know sparring by yourself, doesn't count as taking a day." Holiday smirked.
"Any day without Rex is a day to myself." Six said flatly.
Holiday chuckled. "Rex isn't that bad. Now Bobo on the other hand…"
"Agreed." Six said.
They sat in companionable silence as the same scenery passed by.
Holiday straightened up. "Six." She warned.
"I see it." Six stated. He expertly swerved to avoid a boulder rolling down the steep cliff. The truck behind him was not so lucky. It was completely knocked onto its side.
Six stopped the jeep. Jumping out, he went to check on the driver. Holiday unbuckled her belt and opened the door. It was pushed shut. When she looked up, a gun was pointed at her face.
"Scream doctor, and it's the last thing you'll ever do." He snarled.
Holiday feigned innocence. "Of course not." She said sweetly. She made like she was about to sit back when she suddenly jerked her satchel up knocking the gun out of his hand while simultaneously opening the door hitting him in the mid section. Jumping out she ran towards Six.
"Six!" She yelled to get his attention. A hand clamped around her mouth and violently pulled her head back. A second later the pressure abated. Turning around, she saw her assailant on the floor. Six stood above him.
"Are you all right?" He asked, his voice tight.
Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded fingering her neck to check for damage. Six must have noticed because he took a step closer to examine her.
"I'm fine." Holiday suddenly felt self-conscious.
"Stay close. It's an ambush." Six said.
"No kidding. Glad to see that Providence produces such sharp agents." A voice floated down.
Both of them whirled around.
Above them stood Gatlocke, holding his cybernetic arm cannon up casually, with a smug look on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Six growled pushing Holiday behind him. His blades slipped into his hands. "You were in Providence's prison."
"Tut, tut. No prison can hold me!" He placed his free hand on his hip and puffed out his chest. "Especially when you bribe people." Gatlocke pointed his cannon at them and fired.
Looping his arm around Holiday's waist, they leapt out of harm's way. Gatlocke continued firing. Using his magna blades, Six deflected the shots back at him. Gatlocke formed an energy shield to block the reflected fire.
"I'm a reasonable man." Gatlocke scratched his cheek with the tip of his cannon. "Just give me the pretty doctor and you can all be on your merry way."
"Over my dead body." Six snarled. Holiday wished he had used a different phrase.
Gatlocke's eyes lit up. "Challenge accepted!" He brought two fingers to his lips and emitted a shrill whistle. Dozens of men clad in black wearing masks with skulls on it seemed to appear out of nowhere, surrounding them.
"Get into the jeep!" Six ordered Holiday. She was about to protest but decided now was not the time to argue. She did get into the jeep but released a gun from under the dashboard after pushing a button. Pulling it from its partition, she took aim and fired. She managed to take out an assailant sneaking behind Six. She continued to fire causing Gatlocke's men to scatter for cover. From the corner of her eye, she saw the smoking remains of the convey behind them. They were on their own. Holiday slid into the driver's side. She shifted the jeep into drive. Pulling the vehicle in between Gatlocke and Six, she yelled at him.
"Get in!"
Six wasted no time in retracting his blades and pulling the door open before diving in. Holiday didn't even wait for him to close the door. They barreled down the road. Arrows flew around them.
"Providence, we are under attack, repeat under attack." Six said into him comink. Static answered him. He turned to Holiday. "They must be blocking our transmissions."
"I'm not surprised." She said gravely. "Hold on, I'm going to try to lose them." She made a sharp turn off the road into the desert. The jeep bounced the occupants mercilessly around as they tried to get away from their pursuers. They came to some gentle sloping cliffs.
"I guess it's time to test the four wheel drive." Holiday commented. She shifted the car into a higher gear and drove up the incline. As they made their way up the cliff, Gatlocke's men stopped at the bottom, unsure of what to do.
Gatlocke pulled up in his car, glared at his crew. "What are you blokes waiting for? Go after them! But keep the doctor alive. We won't get paid if she's dead!"
"What about the agent?" One of them asked.
Gatlocke grinned. "Make him walk the plank."
"Where's a plank in the desert?" He asked confused.
"It's an expression!" Gatlocke snapped. "Kill him."
"Oh, why didn't you say so?" He waved his arm at the rest of the gang. "Everyone, up the hill!"
The men began to carefully ascend the cliff after them.
"They're coming." Six commented as he looked at the side view mirror.
"Are they suicidal? Their bikes don't have the traction and mass to stay on the side of a mountain." Holiday said in disbelief.
"This is Gatlocke. He's not known for his rationality." Six said dryly.
"Well, let's see what they think of this." Holiday stepped on the gas. The tires rotated quickly propelling them up faster while dislodging the rocks beneath them. The debris rained down on the gang causing some to plummet down the cliff.
Holiday reached the top of a flat plateau. Driving across, she reached the edge. Stopping, she got out and peered over the side. It was a deep ravine. Muttering an oath, she turned to Six who had gotten out.
"End of the road." She said. "We've got to go it by foot or take our stand."
Six glanced down the steep cliff and looked over to the ridge where they had come from. "The latter is not feasible." He stated.
Holiday went to the jeep and pulled out her satchel and gathered some supplies. "Then we need to get going. I estimate they will be up here in less than 10 minutes. We need to put distance between us and them."
Six also went to the jeep. Pulling out some rope from the back he measured it across his chest. When he seemed satisfied, he tied one end to his magna blade. He strode along the edge of the cliff. Rebecca followed him, curious as to what he was planning on doing. Putting some distance from the jeep, he stopped and scanned the horizon. Taking the magna blade with the rope, he rammed it into the ground. He held his hand out to Holiday who raised an eyebrow.
"And what exactly are we going to do?" She asked skeptically.
"Trust me." He said.
She hesitated a moment but the roar of bikes reminded her there wasn't much time. As she put her hand in his, she was pulled against him. A second later she found herself clinging to him for dear life as they plummeted down the side. Just when she thought they would smash into the ground below, her stomach flipped as they bounced up. After a few recoils, Six let her gently on the ground. Giving the rope a tug, his sword came flying down. He quickly detached his blade and put it away.
"Let's go." He turned to Holiday who was still trying to get her heart out of her throat.
Nodding and praying her legs would not give out, she followed him.