Epilogue
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"Watch your back." Six yelled to Rex who narrowly missed being stabbed by an overzealous terrorist.
"Yeah, yeah. I see him." Rex replied as he neatly disarmed the man with his BFS before kicking him down with his Punk Busters.
Six and Rex were in a middle of a take down mission of a liberation terrorist group that had taken over a government building. Six's comlink buzzed. He placed a finger on his earpiece.
"Yes. What? Now?" He asked incredulously. He stood still. A terrorist snuck up behind him. As he approached, Six merely punched him over his shoulder, sword still in hand. "Tell her I'm coming now. Wait. Where?" Six did a split kick to take out two assailants on either side of him before striking another in the nose with his palm. "Okay. I'm coming." Six finished his conversation. Taking stock at how many he still needed to stop, he got into a fighting stance and charged. A green blur ran through the room. Soon all the terrorists were lying on the floor.
"Hey, you didn't save any for me." Rex protested.
"Rebecca just went into labor." He said in a tight voice.
Rex's Boogie Pack sprouted from his back. "Where?"
A second later they burst through the roof on their way to the hospital. Callan saw them leave.
"I guess it's our turn." He motioned for his men to go in.
0o0
"You're doing great. Just breath." Beverly said soothingly.
"What do you think I'm doing?" She snapped as another wave of contractions hit. She screamed. Beverly winced but stayed calm. "Where is he?" Rebecca asked when the pain passed.
"He's on his way." Beverly assured her.
Rebecca screamed again.
"Don't push yet. The doctor hasn't arrived." A nurse told her.
"Are you kidding? I can't help… auughh!" Another wave hit her.
"Boy, he wants to come out." Beverly observed.
"Six!" Rebecca shouted.
Six burst into the room still putting on his hospital gown. A cap was already on his head.
"I'm here." He walked over to her side.
"Good." Rebecca said relieved. Then she grabbed his hand as more contractions came. "Where have you been? My water broke hours ago!" She yelled at him.
"Sorry. They were harder to contain than originally thought." Six tried not to show how much she was hurting his hand.
"You should have told White that I neeeeeed…" Rebecca squeezed her eyes and gritted her teeth waiting for the pain to pass. "You!" She finished, falling back against the pillow.
"Where's the patient?" A man in scrubs walked in.
"Guess." Rebecca snapped.
"Ah, Dr. Holiday, ready to have a baby." He asked jovially approaching her.
"I think the baby's ready to come out." Rebecca panted.
"Well, usually first births are slow… holy… the head's already halfway down… nurse, quick get me my…" The doctor went into action.
Six watched as the nurse ran to get the necessary items. He felt helpless and useless as his wife started screaming mathematical formulas in an effort to stay focus.
"X is equal to negative b plus or minus the square root, b square minus four a c all over two aaaaaaa." She squeezed Six's hand so hard he was sure he heard something crack.
"Okay push!" The doctor told her.
"I am!" Rebecca yelled at him.
"Again!"
Rebecca screamed.
"One more time!"
Six waited to hear a scream but instead of a woman, it was a baby's cry he heard. He felt his hand being freed from its iron prison as Rebecca's hand fell limply on the bed.
Six stood dumbfounded as the doctor handed him a pair of scissors.
"Go on. Cut the cord."
Six mechanically snipped the bloody tube. The nurse immediately took the baby to another area in the room to clean him off. The doctor took back the scissors. Everything became surreal as he watched people move and talk. But he heard nothing. He just watched as the baby was cleaned, swaddled and handed to him.
He apprehensively held the tiny bundle in his arms. The boy had quieted down. He looked up at his father with big bright eyes that looked almost silver.
For the first time in his life, Six knew what unconditional love was. This small child who has done absolutely nothing to merit his affection was his. And he loved him. Six knew that he would always love him no matter what. Even his relationship with Holiday and Rex, had started with conditions. But this child, this new life… there was no condition other than he was his.
"Welcome to the world… Kenji." Six lowered him into his mother's arms.
Welcome to the start of my season 8. This is just a short start to establish the rest of the story. For those of you who don't know I wrote my first rated M story (nothing really bad just adult themes) and this is sort of a bridge from those events to this event. You don't have to read that to understand this story, however. To the guest who asked, there will be no "sequel" to A Numbers Game. Answers will come as my stories progress… or maybe there will be no answers at all. Evil laugh. Sorry. The ending just means that death might not be a permanent state… or it might be. Who knows? Please let me know what you think.