Disclaimer: I do not own Generator REX – if I did the show would definitely be ranked R rather than PG.
A/N1: The idea came to while listening to the "uncle John from Jamaica" by Vengaboys and glancing over the ending of Repomen
A/N2: since most of the people seemed to be quite disturbed by the Spanish spelling(César ) of Caesar's name (for me, personally, it doesn't matter much) and IMDb(dot)com stated that Caesar is Caesar, I guess I had no other choice than change the spelling... och my!
Wake up, damn it!
Chapter one: Rex - Caba Luna
By your-biohazardous-friend
Rex felt pain and tiredness wearing off quickly. It was soon replaced with pleasant feelings - the warm sand, salty taste of the sea and the quiet, steady sound of crashing waves. Rex felt tired as if waken from long and much too realistic nightmare: Six, with broken legs was crawling in dirt to reach his katanas. Noah grasping in his shaking hands a providence gun specially upgraded for him by Caesar. Older Salazar, curled to himself, was lying in brownish puddle - a grotesque mixture of mud and his own blood - clutching his heavily bleeding, right side.
But, what do you know? maybe it was a bad dream after all, that came to people after eating too much before sleep. That would be nice for a change.
He opened his eyes slowly, savouring the peacefulness - He remembered this cost.
"Hello Mijo" came Caesar's joyful voice. "how are you feeling?"
"Caba Luna? really?" Rex asked taking offered a mango smoothie from his brother's grasp.
"Caba Luna? never heard of it" Caesar shrug his arms.
Rex took a slip of the smoothie, he had to admit it was creamy. Yet there was something odd filling the air.
They were alone. At the beach. During summer holiday.
"where are all the people?" He asked. The older man immediately stopped drinking his drink.
"I should be telling you this in a subtle way, but well..." the scientist started "I guess, you're sure, I suck at subtle talks"
"Caesar ? you're talking gibberish again!" suddenly Rex felt heavy in his stomach
"Rex, my little brother, you're dying" The drink slip from younger's grasp, hitting the sand soundlessly, the mango pulp quickly sinking into the white, hot sand.
"I'm dead?" the younger Salazar asked surprised "but..."
"not dead - dying" Caesar corrected "that's a difference"
"but... How?"
"look, I'm just your consciousness self-defence, I know only what you are aware of," The man admitted, Rex had no idea how, but Caesar held out another mango smoothie for him "yet, without this place and me, right now you would be coming through hell"
"so" teen began taking the drink from man's hand "all of this is… like a bunker?"
"you could say that"
"all I have to do now it's sit here and wait - till I die or survive?"
"it's more comfortable than waiting in the narrow, pitch-black tunnel for the light"
after a while of silence Caesar took out a small radio and turned it on. Rex eyes winded in realization as from the old-school device went, now improved, rock version of song about an uncle from Jamaica. Rex took the radio in his hands and tried to change the channel, yet, no matter how hard he searched, every radio station had the same awesome, yet annoying tune.
Teenager looked quizzically at his older brother.
"what's happening here it's combination of your old memories with new ones" the scientist said after a while, toying with a paper umbrella in his drink "the song is one of pieces of puzzle witch forms your mind's ideal hiding place"
"as I said" Caesar continued "I've never been to Caba Luna, yet here we are - if the was about to take place those... 5 years earlier and wasn't 'obscured' by your later experiences - we would be now at the Baltic sea, I would be 21, except of 25, the song would be sung by Vengaboys and the last thing you would like to do was listening to my explanations"
"what about parents then?" Rex asked with hope in his voice "are they going to come over?"
"I hope not" Caesar , again out of nowhere, put on a pair of sunglasses - which were looking like Six's - on his nose.
Rex darted angry look at the man.
"The Hispanic version of Holiday might be interesting but Six's... not so much - you're too confused over that delicate matter, that's why your subconsciousness decided to spare you the drama projecting me instead…"
As Caesar said nothing more, Rex put on his goggles and leaned back on the lounger. Finally enjoying the sun. He closed his eyes feeling drowsy again.
When Rex woke up again he wished he could come back to his little bunker-beach…
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