Discordia

A/N: Hi. (Yes, I really did just greet you like this is a fucking children's television show. You're welcome.) Before anything else, let me say that I have no clue what spawned this. Well, yes I do actually, but it doesn't make any sense and somewhere in development it was completely lost anyway so the way I see it it doesn't really matter at all. Case in point, this has no real inspiration. No specific moment in an episode that stood out, no song that made me want to write it, no piece of artwork or another work of literature... No. I just woke up one evening after unintentionally falling asleep while studying for an exam or something and thought 'I want to write a fic for Generator Rex that is pure, unadulterated, motherfucking chaos. So, here I am. Anyway.

Pairings: Noah/Rex (main), slight Rex/Circe, slight Rex/Breach, Six/Holiday.

(A Freaking Lot of) Warnings: Drugs, violence, language, bad comedy, non!con, masturbation, mature content (consensual sex), pizza theft, minor character death, and boy/boy... Whew! Okay I think that's it.

Disclaimer: Dis-klay-mur— Noun; That thing you put at the top of your story so that you don't get sued.

Ending...Thing: Let's light this jackrabbit! X3

Turn to Black

Rex was anything but cautious – the fifteen-year-old EVO was the exact opposite, in fact, in being completely and totally reckless – and everyone, including the teen in question, knew this to be a fact.

This recklessness endangered not only himself, but subsequently those he cared about on an almost daily basis. Take, for instance, his EVO chimpanzee sidekick Bobo or his stoic, ninja-in-a-suit caretaker Agent Six. Both of them were currently laying, injured, a few feet away from where Rex was crouched behind a flipped truck. Bobo had been knocked unconscious and from what Rex could tell Six was suffering from a broken arm and the threat of bleeding to death all because said teenager was being careless. …Again.

The three Providence agents had been battling a swarm of colossal EVOs for the better part of half an hour. All of the Grunts they had brought with them had been killed, but so had all of the EVOs except for one. For half a second, Rex had let his guard down while fighting the mutated whatever it was and almost bit it. The only reason he was still breathing was because Six had jumped in front of him and taken the hit. Of course, Rex was distracted by what Six had done and almost let the EVO take him out again because he's just that good. That time it was Bobo who'd saved him, managing to blast the EVO and turn it on himself just in time. What the primate didn't count on was not being able to handle the beast. Now Rex was fighting on his own. Still, he was sure – even as freaking exhausted as he was – that he could finish it off by himself.

"Rex?" Dr. Holiday's voice, sounding worried, suddenly crackled through the communicator in his right ear.

"I'm here, Doc," he radioed back. A relieved but tense sigh could be heard on the other end. "Don't worry," he went on in reassurance, "I'll have this thing down for the count before you know it."

"Be careful," the doctor warned, earning an unseen eye-roll from Rex."And Rex?"

"Yeah?"

"Six isn't responding. Is he alright?"

"Um…" Rex glanced over at him. "No."

Tense silence.

"But just gimme a sec and I'll take this thing out and then he can get some help."

More tense silence, then... "Do you need us to call in more agents?"

"Nah, it'll take too long for them to get here. By the time they show up I'll already be though with the fight."

Another stretch of silence, this one less tense and more tired feeling. "Don't be too reckless." Rex smiled and informed her that he was never reckless in the most sarcastic voice he could muster. After a quiet sigh the line went dead.

"Okay," Rex said to himself, rolling his shoulders and still smiling at Holiday's words. "Let's do this."

Taking a deep breath, and being careful not to suck down another bug with the air, Rex raced out of his hiding place and morphed his fists into his self-named Smack Hands. He quickly jumped into the air, managing to deliver a few quick blows to the snarling EVO's warped gray head before one of its tentacle-like appendages whipped out and plowed him into a nearby office complex.

Rex felt glass splinter around him and dig into his skin as he hit, and it barely registered with him when he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, surrounded by glass shards and other unidentifiable detritus. The next thing he was really aware of was the giant monster screeching at a pitch that could rival Circe's wail; which woke him from the stupor that last blow had induced.

After dry heaving a couple of times, Rex picked himself up off of the broken city street and tried to pull air into his burning lungs. When he could finally breath again, he decided 'no more Mr. Nice Guy' and created his BFS before going in for the deathblow. He'd learned that these things had a week point that was right below what appeared to be an ear of some kind, so that was what he aimed for. Unfortunately, the EVO managed to slide just enough to the right to dodge Rex's sword and instead he wound up slicing into one of the many oozing sores that coated the creature's gnarly skin.

Removing the sword proved difficult as Rex found himself struggling to free his 'arm' from the shrieking beast. When the sword finally came out with a jerk, a sickly green liquid sprayed from the ulcer and coated Rex's face.

"Gah!" he yelped in surprise. Before he had time to really react, Rex felt a sudden, excruciating pain in his eyes, stabbing like spikes into the back of his skull. Gasping from the intensity of it, he squeezed his eyes shut, returning his hand to normal as he rubbed at them, trying desperately to get the liquid off. Instead, he just felt the burn through his gloves on his hands. It felt like he'd been set on fire, leading him to wonder if this stuff was a type of acid.

The beast slung Rex off while he was disoriented, causing him to drop thirty feet straight down; there was a sickening thud! as he hit the asphalt below. Taking barely a second to regain his senses, he ripped his hands from his eyes and forced them open despite the pain, knowing he had to get back up and finish off the EVO no matter what.

When Rex opened his eyes, though, he saw…nothing. Everything was just a mysterious blackness, like he was completely enshrouded in an ink-black fog that refused to lift. Slowly, the realization came to him along with a feeling of fear that gripped his chest like a vice and churned the acid in his stomach; he was blind.

Breathing heavily from nothing other than the almost paralyzing fear, Rex staggered to his feet and, upon standing, felt an instant nausea and dizziness wash over him. Suddenly something hit him from the side and sent him flying. His head connected with something hard and as a sticky wetness that was probably blood dribbled down the back of his neck he could feel that he was about to pass out.

Just before he lost consciousness, Rex managed to call into to Dr. Holiday through his earpiece that he was going to need that help after all.

Quickly.

Rex slowly slid his eyes open, groaning as he instantly noticed a dull throbbing in the back of his head. He started to look around, only to notice that everything was still dark, as if they were still shut. This led him to wonder if there was a power outage before the memory of what happened slammed into him, sending his mind reeling. Terror gripped him again and his muscles tightened in worry; was he still on the battlefield? It would be exceedingly bad if he was.

He tried to pick out the sounds surrounding him, knowing they should tell him where he was, or at least if he was still on the field. He could hear rapid typing on a keyboard, then papers rustling, shoes clomping across a hard surface. Was he in a medbay? He moved his right hand, where it lay at his side, ever-so-slightly to see what he was lying on. Cloth. A bed maybe?

"H-hello?" he called out into the darkness, his voice cracking from dryness. He heard a small gasp and the rustling of fabric as something feathery and light hit the floor.

Wait, that gasp sounded familiar…

—

The papers Dr. Holiday was carrying fell to the floor at the sound of Rex's voice. She hadn't known he was awake, although the sensors should've picked up on it. She pushed it to the side for now, telling herself she would run a check on her equipment later.

"Hey, Rex," she greeted, forcing warmth into her voice since she knew he couldn't see her smile, as she stooped down to pick up the pages.

"Doc?" Rex asked, propping up on his elbows and turning his head towards the sound of her voice. "That you?"

Blowing a loose strand of chocolate-colored hair from her eyes, Holiday stood up and sat the stack of jumbled papers on a nearby desk. "Yes, Rex. Its me." She walked over to him and rested a small hand on his tense shoulder. His own hand came up to cover her's, insuring that the only physical link he had to knowing she was there didn't leave.

"Doc… Why can't I see?" he asked, getting straight to the point. "I mean, I know it had something to do with what that EVO sprayed me with, but…"

Holiday sighed and rubbed at the back of her neck with her free hand. "Well, while you were unconscious I ran a few tests on you and that spray. It appears that it was a toxin of some sort that induces blindness upon contact with the eyes. I can't be certain, but it appears to be the same type of venom that a Dilophosaurus possessed."

"A dilo-what?"

"It was a dinosaur that lived during the Jurassic Period. It had the ability to spit a type of venom that blinded anything it hit in the eyes. If you've ever seen Jurassic Park I believe its featured in it."

"What's Jurassic Park?" Providence's self-proclaimed 'secret weapon' rarely had time to peruse blockbusters.

"A movie. But never mind; its not really that important. Now, the venom of the Dilophosaurus caused permanent blindness as did the EVO's toxin," Rex's hand tightened around Holiday's, "However, after extensive testing and a few failed attempts I've developed an antidote and injected you with it—"

"But I still can't see," Rex interrupted.

"Yes, I happen to know that. Now will you be so kind as to let me finish?" Rex mumbled out an apology before Holiday started speaking again. "As I was saying, I've injected you with the antidote, but unfortunately I couldn't create a fast acting one, so it will have to work its way through your system and dissolve the toxin slowly. It'll be few weeks before you can see again. A month at the most."

"But I will be able to see again? Without a doubt?" Rex checked, body completely rigid and nervousness seeping through his voice.

"Without a doubt. You will definitely get your sight back," Holiday confirmed, giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "In the meantime, though, I'd recommend having someone with you at all times to help you get around."

Rex opened his mouth to protest, but Holiday removed her hand from his shoulder and placed it over his lips, closing them together. "No arguments," she told him strictly. "Even the best of us have to have help sometimes, Rex." Holiday felt it was safe to take away her hand and place it back on his shoulder. "Now, normally I would do this myself or have Six to, but seeing as he is incapacitated and I'll need to take care of him—"

"Wait," Rex interrupted again. "What do you mean 'incapacitated?'"

"Well, Six was injured during the battle—"

"Yeah, I remember him getting knocked out, but…I mean, he's gonna be okay. Right?"

"Of course," she lied easily, waving the question off, "but at this current moment he can't really walk. And I don't think Bobo would do a very good job…"

"No," Rex agreed, shaking his head fervently.

Holiday smiled slightly. "So, I have arranged for Noah to stay here be your…"

"Seeing-eye person?" Rex supplied, smirking.

Holiday smiled in return. "Sure. Seeing-eye person."

"…Doc?"

"Yes, Rex?"

"How long was I out? It seems like it would've taken you a while to do all this."

"Oh, a few days," she said vaguely, waving her free hand in dismissal even though Rex couldn't see it.

"Days?" he asked incredulously.

"You were greatly injured, Rex. Plus…I did give you some sedatives—"

Rex scoffed. What was it with doctors and knocking people out?

"Your body needed to rest so it could recuperate," Holiday replied derisively, a scowl marring her pretty face. "Now then, Noah's supposed to arrive today, however I wasn't expecting you to wake up for another few hours, if at all before midnight, so it will be a while before he gets here. …By the way, he'll be staying in your room to make things easier. I hope that's alright."

"Yeah, no problem." Rex shrugged. "It'll be like an extended sleepover."

"Okay, good. Good." Holiday nodded to herself in thought. "In the mean time, you'll need to stay here…or I can help you around for a little while till he arrives. Do you need anything?" she asked. Rex needed a lot of things, a shower among them, but the most prevalent thing was food. He felt like he hadn't eaten in days, which according to Dr. Holiday he hadn't. He was about to tell her so when his stomach beat him to it. Holiday laughed delicately at the loud grumble. "I'll go and get you something to eat. Anything you want in particular?"

Rex thought for a minute. "Meatloaf?"

"Alright, I'll be right back." Holiday stood to leave. Just before she was out the door Rex called after her,

"And some Mountain Dew, please!"

"Since you said please," Holiday responded, smirking, as she walked out into the hallway.

Once he was alone – or he assumed he was alone, since he heard the door slide shut with a swoosh – Rex laid back on the cushioned table and shut his eyes. Not that there was much of a difference.

And for the next month there won't be, he thought gloomily. His one and only (figurative) light at this point was that he would at least get to spend some time with Noah.

Ending A/N: I feel the need to say: the title for this isn't exactly English, although most of you probably figured that one out already. Discordia is a Spanish word that simply translates as discord. I decided on making the title Spanish for two reasons. The first being that Rex uses Spanish a lot in the show, which implies he is at least half Latino. The second being that it sounds cooler that way. ^o^

Anyhoo, there you have it. Chapter one of the epic fic of pure chaos. :) I hope you liked it. And please don't forget to review. Please. Think of the children.