Ok, maybe I'm a little sentimental… and silly… but we are a community bound together by our love for fan fiction and in particular for our love of Generator Rex. And when someone in the community decides to leave a vacuum is created. But it's your decision shamelessfangirl. I hope one day you find motivation and continue writing. In the meantime I hope you at least keep in touch by reading and dropping a comment one of these days. So if you're reading this, good luck in all your endeavors. I wish you well.

So I have permission from her (or from her profile) to continue any of her stories. We actually talked about this one and I'm using some of the ideas we batted around to finish it. So this first Chapter is all her story (the first 3 chapters) and the next will be mine. If you enjoy reading someone's story, please don't forget to comment to give them encouragement and motivation.

I don't own GR or this first chapter.

"He did WHAT?" Holiday shouted at the nervous wreck of a young Providence soldier that currently stood at attention in front of her.

"W-well he's sent them to get the evo," he stuttered shrinking into himself.

Holiday put her hands to her face exasperated, she had no clue what this EVO did, if they could handle it, how to stop it and White sent them out blind to go kill it. Typical.

"Urrggghhh, no one tells me ANYTHING here," she growled turning away to find out for herself what they were up against, her speed picking up as she ran to the lab.

Meanwhile Rex and Six where on the jump jet, the thundering of the blades filling up the air. Rex was grinning in his seat while Six was piloting it in the front. He stretched upwards, warming his limbs and pulled his goggles over his eyes, "This is just what I need! To kick some EVO butt! It's been so boooring at Providence." He looked over at Six to see if he was actually listening "This is going to be a piece of cake!"

Six continued to stare at the buildings that were passing him by, a frown stuck on his face, they were almost there.

'Don't get too cocky kid,' was the last thing he said before landing. He didn't like being in the dark about his enemies, 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' phrase stuck to him. Rex of course was first out activating his BFS, followed swiftly by the agent.

Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she tried to bring up all research on the new EVO. Her face had a look of hard concentration as her eyes flicked back and forth scanning the information, she went to biting her lip absentmindedly before her eyes widened and she leant back. Holiday stared at the multiple screens that had the research on.

"Sh*t" this didn't look too good. This is why you didn't send people in blind White! She mentally scolded; she would deal with him later.

"Six?" she radioed "Six come in!" Great, radio's not working. She'll just have to go and warn him herself. She grabbed her gun from out of the drawer and loaded it.

The streets were deserted and far too quiet for Six's liking. He was perched on top of a building, a perfect vantage point for the green clad ninja. It would be a lot easier if he knew just what he was up against.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a movement in an ally way, a shadow-like figure move out of sight. He silently dropped off the building and cautiously made his way to the centre of the road, katanas readily drawn. He had sent Rex to search in a different area before hand, thinking that they would cover more ground.

"Rex, come in, I think I've spotted the EVO." He was met with a dull noise of static. The EVO must be interfering with the radio, he thought. Guess it's time to go solo.

He made pursuit of the shadow in the ally way, sprinting silently, but keeping his distance. He growled under his breath as the shadowy figure made another turn, he didn't like the EVO leading the way. He stopped when he was lead out into a small square.

He put his hand up to shield his eyes until they quickly adjusted from the shade in the alleyway to the sun. It took him a second to notice, but damn. He was surrounded. Shadowy figures surrounded him from all directions advancing in. His eyes flicked between them all weighing them up, he got into a fighting stance to prepare himself, he could take them. His mind stuttered as he recognised the figures. He looked closer now; they were all people from his past. The people that hurt him, shunned him, all his inner demons were there. They were the things that filled his nightmares that made him wake up, scared. These people were the reason he was so scared to let anyone in, the reason why he ever got scared.

"No, NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" It wasn't possible, it couldn't be possible. He swiped at one with his katana, yet it did no damage. The sword passed clean through. Panic started to grip him as they closed the circle further. He stabbed out in blind panic, hoping to do some damage.

Holiday ran with the tracker in her hand, hoping that Six still had his radio communicator in his ear. Her heart pounded against her chest as she ran down the alleyways that the virtual map told her to go down. She hoped that this EVO hadn't found Six yet. This EVO got inside the minds of its victims and brought to life their inner demons. It was all in their minds, while the EVO stood in the background watching, but they didn't know that, and when the shadows got close enough to do damage, they sure felt it, she had seen the reports and the scratches on the victims. Six didn't say anything, but by the way he acted she was pretty sure his past didn't involve family hugs and rainbows. She could only imagine what he was up against.

She skidded to a stop as she saw Six up in the distance, she tried calling out him, but he didn't respond.

The shadows had landed some heavy blows on him. He stood panting and wiped the blood that had come from his cut above his eye. He felt a hand land on his shoulder; blindly he spun around and stabbed the shadow. Only he was met with resistance this time, he blinked away the panic and fog that clouded his mind. He stabbed the shadow, only, it wasn't the shadow, it was Holiday?

Six had stabbed Holiday with both his katanas through the stomach. Holiday's face wore shock and confusion, she had been stabbed?

Her hand started to slip from Six's shoulder as she fell, knees buckling. He quickly pulled out the katanas and caught her.

He looked in horror at Holiday in his arms.

"Oh god, what have I done?" He needed to find help.

Six ran as fast as he could. His heart was pounding against his chest. His mind was in pure panic, the only thought he had was to help Holiday. Buildings past by as he ran, scanning them franticly for anyone or anything that could help. Everything was in overdrive.

"Hang in there Holiday, hang in there!"

He had no idea where he was, he didn't know where a hospital was. He felt hopeless. Holiday was dying in his arms and he couldn't do a darn thing about it. He glanced down at Holiday whose face had screwed up in pain after the shock wore off. It drove him forward.

Holiday could taste the metallic tang in her mouth as she coughed up blood. She could tell that some of her internal organs had been damaged and she definitely had internal bleeding. Her head started to spin; she had lost a lot of blood. Suddenly, in a moment of clarity, it dawned on her that she wasn't going to make it. She was going to die. But of all the places to die, she thought, in his arms wasn't a bad way to go.

"Six," she said weakly, pulling at his sleeve "Six stop."

He knew what she was going to say, he could feel her blood seeping through his hands, he wasn't an idiot, but he refused to believe it. He desperately looked left and right, eyes wide with panic, searching, hoping, for a miracle. His whole body started to shake.

"I- I can't lose you, Holiday, I can't lose you, don't leave me," he said his voice breaking "I can't do this without you, I- I love you"

A small smile appeared on her lips and she closed her eyes "Finally..." she managed to whisper before going still.

"Holiday! HOLIDAY! WAKE UP, HOLIDAY!" he screamed her name sinking to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he held Holiday close to him.

He put his forehead against hers and let his tears run as his cried out in anguished pain.

And there, in the middle of the street, was where Holiday died.

0o0

Alcohol. Even the word tasted bitter to him now.

He vaguely remembered it being the first thing he came in contact with when he got back to Providence, and a bottle of the stuff was always in his hands since. He ground his teeth, a habit he had picked up. He didn't even like alcohol. It kept him off his game, but it did the job. It numbed the pain and made the day's countdown closer to his death that much quicker. Alcohol poisoning would be a blessing at this moment.

The room around him was a mess. Empty bottles were strewn across the floor, shards of glass showed evidence of where he had thrown others. Blooded fist marks showed up on the wall where he had punched it over and over again, every single bit of his room was wrecked.

Six sat at the end of his bed, it hadn't been slept in for days. He couldn't deal with the nightmares. He had his head propped up with one hand and held a bottle of whiskey by the neck in the other. He stared at the only thing that was left intact, a picture of Holiday.

He stared darkly at it, his self-loathing increasing. The alcohol did nothing for the pure liquid ball of hate that six felt for himself. He couldn't physically go and hurt someone as it was his fault; it was all his fault that Holiday had died. He winced away a flash back of Holidays pained face. So he had opted to tear himself apart inside out, he had never needed to feel anyway.

Glancing down he noticed that the bottle was empty, he definitely needed more alcohol. Discarding the bottle anywhere, he roughly stumbled out the door in search.

Everyone in Providence knew what Six was up to, but most people were far too scared to even talk about it. His reputation stood strong even in his darkest hour. So when he did occasionally appear out of his room in search of drink, he was left with more than enough space.

White was giving his partner some time for once to let it out of his system. He didn't show it, but White caught hints of Six's feelings towards the doctor every now and again.

Rex was mourning for Holiday as well. He had been called back to base only to be met with Holiday's body, showing two sword wounds, and the information that Six had locked himself away. With the help of Noah and Bobo, he kept sane; they were there for him and brought a sense of normality. He understood what happened was an accident, he had forgiven Six. He just knew that Six would never forgive himself.

Six searched through the cupboards. He knew that the Providence agents had a secret stash in here somewhere.

"God-t" Six mumbled to himself, no knowing that Rex had walked into the room.

Rex grimaced at the strong small of alcohol that came off him. I have to talk to him, he thought.

After much shuffling of goods, Six finally grabbed a bottle of whiskey that was hiding in a far corner. He went to head out of the room only to be met by the sight of Rex. It struck Six just how mature Rex looked. The last week had changed them both.

"Six, give me the bottle," Rex stated.

Six shrugged off the demand and continued to head past him through the door.

Rex watched Six stumble past him, but stayed his ground.

"Six, this isn't what Holiday would have wanted."

Just the sound of her name was enough to make him stop. He had stayed in his room so he couldn't blow his lid on anyone who didn't deserve this, but Rex was right there, and he let his anger flare out for a moment. Six spun around to meet Rex aggressively.

"I'm sure Holiday would have wanted a lot of things, NOT DYING, WOULD BE ONE OF THEM, BUT LOOK HOW THAT TURNED OUT!" Six spat out.

"Holiday would hate to see you like this! Destroying yourself! You can't just drink yourself to death Six. I can't believe I'm the one to say this of all people, but there are responsibilities, people, you need to take care of. Locking yourself away in your room won't achieve anything, instead honour Holidays wishes. We're all worried about you Six, we need you, I need you, the world needs you. I'm not telling you to forget Holiday, I know you never will, just don't do, this," Rex gestured at his current ragged form.

Six stood in silence, his face still and his eyes still hidden by his glasses.

"If you won't do it for me, do it for Holiday. Now hand me the bottle"

Six slowly handed the bottle back to Rex.

Rex dramatically wiped his brow in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Phew, Six I thought I was going to have to figh- anddd your gone." Six had slipped out of the room when Rex had looked away.

Rex looked at the doorway, hoping that something came out of the talk.

Six was back in his room again, looking at the picture of Holiday, the memory of Rex's words repeating through his head. Rex was right, this is definitely what Holiday wouldn't have wanted. He needed to clean up his act. Six made a promise to Holiday there and then that he would do everything in his power to look after Rex, keep Beverly safe, and follow her dreams to look after everyone he cared about no matter what.

"I'll do it for you Holiday," he murmured in to the empty room.

He stood up, put the picture back in his wallet and got to work. He cleaned up the glass in his room, put on a new clean suit and shaved. He knew he was going to have one hell of a withdraw, but he stopped drinking, and vowed to never again.

The next morning White had called everyone in for a team meeting, see how the EVO situation was, what new strategies they could out in place etc. etc. Rex was sitting on the edge of the table letting it all pass straight over him as his boredly let his legs swing loosely. Ugh, at least he could wind Six up when he was here, Rex thought as he stared into the distance looking up at the ceiling. Six had been given time off work almost, no one expected him to show up to anything, and he didn't.

Suddenly, the room went deadly quiet. Rex swung his head to see what was happening and saw a smartly dressed six walking smoothly towards them. Six was well aware of the stares he was getting but brushed them off and made his place at the desk.

"Agent Six reporting for duty."

"Nice to see you could make it, now where were we?" White railed off in his rambling again.

Rex looked closely at the agent. He was back! But something was different? Something had changed.

Over time Rex figured out that a part of Six died with Holiday. He became cold, and even more withdrawn. He had soft spots for Rex and Beverly though, becoming their guardian angel of sorts.

Six never did touch another drop of alcohol again-

0o0

"Hey, Six, pass me a grenade would ya-" Rex pointed to the heavily stocked shelf that secured all the ammo in the helicopter, a stern faced Six sitting below.

"No."

Rex threw up his hands in defiance "Awww, come on!" he clasped his hands together, making puppy eyes "Please?" he asked in the sweetest voice he could muster.

Six continued to stare coldly at him through his dark sunglasses. "No."

"But - Whyyyy" he moaned.

"You already have enough weapons with your machines, not to mention your aim needs work."

"Wha-!? My aim is fine thank you very much." Rex took out an elastic band from his pocket and fired it at Six sitting opposite him with a twang.

It missed.

Six lifted up an eyebrow unimpressed.

"No."

Six mentally tuned out the explosive happy teen's requests and contacted Caesar through his ear com. It still grated on him, but Caesar had been appointed chief scientist, and so had to now report to him on present matters.

"Caesar. What exactly are we flying into - This doesn't feel like a normal evo attack."

Caesar stood over multiple computer panels, one throwing up a stream of data, others showing news footage, but the one he was currently looking at were the ever fluctuating bars on the energy levels. He ran his hands through his hair as he stared at it. 'Mierda'

"Well - er, I don't say this often but I don't really know what we're looking at."

Six rolled his eyes behind his glasses and ground his teeth. He cast a cautionary glance at the muted TV showing the news footage.

"All I know is that it is very exothermic, the energy usage levels are off the charts! I don't know how long this thing can last, it is highly unstable. Get out there as soon as possible."

The Pilot gave the signal to Six "We're on our way out now – over." he stated cutting of communication.

He directed his attention back to Rex who seemed to have noticed that Six was ignoring him and shut up in a sulky manner.

"Rex. We are going into this blind, all the information we have is that it's dangerous and unstable. Nothing new. stick close to me and follow my orders."

Rex nodded, a professional seriousness coming over him.

Rex could annoy, pester, anger and ignore him, but Six knew that if it got down to it, the kid knew what had to be done.

Six ran out with Rex behind him, not really knowing what to expect.

He heard it before he saw it. Sounds of crackling energy, and almost lightening filled the air.

In front of him a huge orb of glowing fluctuating mass swirled, the wind whipped up the debris from the floor, creating a dust cloud, causing him to shield his eyes.

Looking closer Six noticed movement from inside. 'Was that a shadow in the middle?'

The glowing orb brightened for a flash before a mass leaped out and ran away.

"Rex, you stay here in case anything else comes out!" he shouted over the deafening wind whipping past his ears "I'm going after what ever just came out!"

Six swiftly unleashed his blades and sprinted after it, fighting against the wind as he tried to keep up with the shadow that seemed to leap in bounds.

The further away he got the more he could see, the wind dying down. Buildings came into view. The beast had managed to climb the walls and was now jumping from roof to roof. Six ran up the roof of a car and jumped, leaping from wall to wall in a side alley to get to the roof.

He landed with grace and continued the chase, leaping off one rooftop to another. He was getting closer.

From his jacket pocket he threw several shurikens, but the beast dodged out of the way. He cursed and continued the chase. This thing was a lot more agile then first thought.

Just as he leapt off on to one of the buildings, the beast skidded to a halt, turned around and fired black dagger like objects from his mouth. Six tried to dodge them, but one caught his shoulder, causing him to lose footing as he fell onto the gravely rooftop.

He stuck his katanas into the roof to slow him down, just saving himself from skidding off the edge.

He heaved himself up, only to see that the beast, had vanished.

He swore a bit more loudly this time.

"Six - better get back here it looks like its going to spit another one out."

He tensed his jaw and pulled himself together, wiping away the blood from the grazes in his face, he continued.

"I'm on my way Rex" Six folded his katanas back into his sleeves and looked back grimly at the empty view before sprinting back.

So ends her story. Next begins mine… Check back tomorrow.