Disclaimer: Don't own Holiday, Rex, and Six 'cause MoA does. But I'd love to own Six P:

A/N: Dammit Six T.T You just had the worst timing, didn't you? YOU DON'T CONFESS YOUR LOVE SOMEONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EPISODE. IT NEVER WORKS. (sigh) But that was just extremely adorable, wasn't it? :3

So, here we are :D A Holix collection!

Remember When...

Holiday's Cooking Sucked?

Rex sniffed the air suspiciously as he entered Holiday's make-shift kitchen. What used to be an office space with dirty cabinets was now supplied with clean counters, a hand-me-down oven, microwave and fridge, and a smell of chocolate. He saw Six watching over Holiday's shoulder, muttering directions from a slip of paper as she stirred something in a bowl. "Are you torturing food again Doc? Or are you actually cooking?"

She sent him a glare over her shoulder, but she smiled sheepishly. "I'm doing better." She nodded to Six. "He's been helping." She held up a batter covered spoon. "I felt like cooking sweets and found some recipes online." She looked at Six. "What're we cooking again?"

"Banana sugar cookies," he said. "It worries me when you cook and you don't even remember what you're making..."

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Next step."

"Add two eggs." He took out a small bowl from the cabinet. "Use a seperate bowl this time. I had to dig out pieces of shells from the brownie batter."

She smacked him and took it, sticking out her tounge. Six smiled slightly at her aggression and Rex noted the slight flirtation between the two. He smirked, cutting between the two. "Sooo how can I help?"

Six rose an eyebrow. "You can watch. Holiday and I have this handled."

"I don't know..." He grinned. "Has Holiday told you about the time when she made my birthday cake?" Holiday froze, the egg slipping from her hand and exploding in the bowl. She slowly turned to him, giving him her worst look. Rex smiled sweetly, shrugging. "So you haven't heard it."

"Fine," she spat. She thrust the sink handle, water shooting out. She shoved the messy bowl under the running water. "Tell him."

Six looked at him expectantly.

"Noah couldn't even stick a fork through it. It was like she mixed up the concrete mix with the flour. You throw a fork at it, it bounces off with a dent in it. No one let her cook anymore after that." Six pursed his lips, almost like he was fighting a smile. Holiday's face was flushed with embarassment. "But it's cool. You got it Six, it smells like chocolate...no scents of cement anywhere."

He ducked out of the room when a shifter was tossed with dangerous force towards his head.

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Cookies were baking in the oven and the brownies were out to cool. Holiday cleaned the bowls and handed them to Six for them to dry. She was unnatually quiet, her blush still lighting her face. "So it was really that bad?"

She sighed, hanging her head. "I'm surprised Noah actually got a piece. No one could cut a piece after him." She scrubbed the mixing bowl, the brownie batter crusting at the bottom. "In high school, we had to take at least one technology credit to graduate. You can take a cooking class or wood construction. Guess what I took?"

"Wood construction."

She nodded. "I was the only girl in my class. All the other girls took cooking class." She laughed. "I guess it all worked out though. I loved building things together, make them work. If I had to deal with constant jokes from other guys about me belonging in the kitchen, I had to deal with it. Now I rebuilt this dumpster of a place with lovely help from you, and we turned it into our personal little headquarters." She handed him the bowl when it was finally scrubbed to death. "I can live in peace knowing everything I did in high school wasn't in vain."

"You're a terrible cook," Six said with a tiny smile. She pouted, grabbing the wooden spoon. "But you're an amazing scientist."

Her eyes widened at the light compliment. Then she grinned, whacking him with the spoon. "You're a terrible romantic." She handed him the freshly cleaned spoon, grinning at the confusion etching between his eyebrows and strutted out of the kitchen. "But you're an amazing fighter."

A/N: :D Review?