Stray
By Cybra

A/N: An interesting concept deserthaze of deviantart came up with that I had to roll with. Future chapters will be longer. And I chose today to post the beginning up because it was Father's Day. Happy Father's Day to all dads and dads-to-be out there!

Disclaimer: Generator Rex belongs to Man of Action. The movie Aladdin belongs to the Walt Disney Company.

Prologue

Her plan was working perfectly.

Holiday smiled to herself as she dug her hand deeper into the bowl. She tossed a handful of the popcorn into her mouth, chewing on it with satisfaction as she watched Rex and Noah who sat on the floor in front of her with their eyes glued to the TV screen, Rex absently reaching out to swat at Bobo as the monkey slurped a soda.

Rex and Six were temporarily relieved of duty after their last mission. It had provided plenty of evidence that even the most textbook of EVO incidents could go horrendously wrong if someone wasn't paying attention. It hadn't been either's fault, yet Rex had ended up with a busted leg while Six had received four broken ribs. Both had been lucky to walk away mostly intact, something she was eternally relieved for. Bobo had been the only one left relatively unscathed aside from some burns.

Holiday had received permission from Knight to let Noah visit for the weekend to keep Rex company. The teenage EVO had been steadily losing his mind due to inactivity, and she'd been worried he'd hurt himself even worse if he tried to use one of his builds to escape the boredom.

She smirked as she glanced to her left at the other person on the couch, the man having dozed off within the first five minutes of the opening trailers. It had taken much cajoling to get Six to take the oxycodone he'd been prescribed for the "discomfort" he'd been feeling. (What Six called "discomfort", most people called "God Almighty, help me!" pain.) However, the trouble had been worth it. Six on painkillers was easily one of the most entertaining things she'd seen in a while: The man had relaxed to the point of being partially narcoleptic. Still, it was good to see him getting some rest considering he'd been spending his unexpected free time prowling Providence headquarters as if expecting an attack any minute.

She'd suggested that in place of this week's family dinner they watch movies and order pizza. The teenagers had enthusiastically agreed to it. Bobo had looked relieved to have the week off cooking duty without the "threat" of Holiday taking over. (Honestly, why couldn't they just let the cake thing go?) Six had offered no opinion either way but had still gone along with it.

Which brought them to that particular moment in time as they watched Aladdin for the first time Rex could remember. Holiday laughed and shook her head at the "horse with two rear ends" quip, amazed at how that joke had flown over her head when she'd first seen the movie as a child.

The snooty nobleman on the screen sneered down at the animated hero. "You're nothing but a worthless street rat. You were born a street rat, you will die a street rat, and only your fleas will mourn you."

Six flinched in his sleep.

Holiday's hand paused halfway to her mouth, the popcorn still in her hand. She blinked as she saw Six shift positions, his sunglasses sliding down a little to show his eyelids twitching.

She wondered what he was dreaming about that could have gained such a reaction.