BB says: More chapters for you! Celebration! *total fail at dancing* that's why I'm a writer not a dancer.

Rating: Still Teen. Yup. Still.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Generator Rex. Nope. Or Alice in Wonderland. Nope.

"I can't go back to yesterday- because I was a different person then,"

~Lewis Carroll

"You like her, don't you?" Rex jumped, looking at the strange young woman who had chosen to stalk him. How did she always…?

"What do you mean?" Cheshire sighed good naturedly, still smiling. "That gothic girl you saw at the beach. You. Like. Her." Rex looked away, staring at his ice cream. He had seen Cee repeatedly over the past year, and it really freaked him out how she could see right through him. How she always found him.

"I wasn't watching you. I happened to be there. It was spring break you know." She took a bite out of her ice cream, not even wincing at the sharp pain of sudden cold against her teeth. "Not all of us have to sneak out to enjoy the summer. It was amusing to watch you chase her all over the beach." Rex frowned. He was at the beach again, sans Noah and Bobo, in his swimming trunks. The girl next to him wore a loose, orange dress, a black bathing suit peeking out the top. She was barefoot, and wore a bandanna instead of the hats he had seen her in before.

"Who are you?"

"Cheshire. Or Cee."

"Not your name. Who are you? How do you know me?" Cheshire blinked at him, adjusting her orange dress over her outstretched legs. "Wouldn't you know if I knew you?" Rex's eyes dimmed. "Not really. I…lost my memory. I can't remember anything from a few years ago so…I mean if you know anything…"

"I don't. You can never go back to yesterday because that person is already gone for good." Rex shrugged. Her babbling was less creepy the more he heard it. It had acertain logic to it; he figured it was just her style to be cryptic. Besides, her skin had this strange, almost golden glow in the sun. It was…pretty.

"So anyway," Cheshire's grin regained its radiance. "This girl, Circe? She was cute." The distraction wasn't working. He was still trapped in the folds of his own mind. She punched him in the arm, making him yelp.

"Hey!"

"It's okay to talk to me about love you know. That friend of yours, the blonde?"

"…Noah?"

"Yummy. I would tap that. Totally. All over the place. In the kitchen. On the floor. In the car-"

"Woah! I get it!"

"I mean he could hit all the wal-"

"STOP! IT BURNS!" He screamed, but there was laughter in his voice. Cheshire giggled, licking the melting ice cream off her fingers. He stopped laughing suddenly, and when she looked at him he blushed and looked away. She shrugged. Vanilla was her favorite flavor.

"Why do you follow me, Cee?"

"Because you're like me." Her smile became a small upturn of the lips. "Alone. Wandering. In control of what makes you different but not what makes you strange. Even with the greatest mastery of your abilities," she paused, looking out at the waves. Several surfers were swimming out, and little kids splashed in the shallow waters close to the sand. She and Rex sat just a few feet from the water. They had gone swimming earlier. "They wouldn't see it. All they would see is what you could be, not what you are." Rex closed his eyes against her words. "But I'm not like that. I'm not out of control." Cheshire raised an eyebrow. "Not like the others, I mean."

"It doesn't matter. If you're not one of them, 'normal', you're the enemy. It's a sad fact that we have to live with. Power is a lonely thing. But, if it's any comfort, you're lucky," she grinned at him, blue eyes shimmering, white hair lifted stirred by the warm breeze. He knew she had a tail, and could imagine it swishing in mischief behind her as she sat up on her bright, flowery towel. She leaned in close to his ear. "You can hide in plain sight."

"Hey chief! Coming to the beach wit' out the monkey! What the Hell?" Rex looked up to see Bobo running towards him, Six and several of Providence's agents standing in front of an aircraft. "Sorry Bobo. I saw the chance and I took it. You weren't there."

"Whatever. Expect a 'Bobo bomb' in your bed tonight." Rex sighed, sparing a glance to his side. As usual, Cee had disappeared, towel and all. Like she had never been there.

In Cheshire's opinion, there were three types of nanites. The deactivated nanites (in the "normal" people) felt muggy and sleepy. There were angry nanites that buzzed like a hive, confused and aggressive. Even her own were relatively chaotic. And then there was Rex.

Meeting him, letting the feel of his nanites wash over her, was like nothing she had ever felt before. They were so tame, so in sync with his body it was like they were born a part of him. It was unsettling, so much so that she could feel him no matter how far from each other they were. She was in Paris and knew he was in San Francisco. He was in Nebraska when she was in Thailand. Her estimates of his location weren't precise, but she could close in on him enough to find him when he was alone. When the sluggy, muggy nanites of his "ninja nanny" and the slightly faster nanites of his monkey weren't with him. Alone.

Cheshire didn't know why she was drawn to him. Maybe even she believed what she'd said before; loneliness and power aren't strangers. Two lonely people could understand each other's pain.

Cheshire materialized somewhere in Canada, the weather warm but not hot enough for her swimsuit. Reaching into her bag, she changed into a blue sundress, slipping on girlish black shorts and shoes underneath. Roaring met her ears from a distance and she wandered towards it, following deer trails.

Oh. Niagara Falls.

She watched it. The beauty of such a thing was terrible to her. It was so natural. So easy. Carved into this world to create rainbows and to stir stone. Humans were miniscule in comparison, their existence frail and ugly. She lifted out her camera and snapped a few shots.

Cheshire had taught herself photography and, while she knew she wasn't very good, she knew enough to sneak into local schools and develop her film. She liked to commemorate her adventures. She learned that if she could see an image of where she wanted to go, it was easier to appear there. Like taking a shortcut.

Hoping to get a closer picture of the mist, she appeared on the ground closest to the falls, on the boardwalk. A wedding was taking place on the water, the couple grinning as the water splashed them in their matching ponchos and galoshes. The cake was next to Cheshire, chairs with white ribbons dancing in the wind and slapping at her legs. She snapped a photo of the wedding, an uninvited guest taking advantage of a photographic opportunity. The sun was setting, the breeze was cool on her face.

Something was wrong.

Her eyes widened as her stomach lurched, the sudden appearance of aggressive nanites nearly sickening her. It happened in an instant. The wedding party was on the boat, laughing and holding each other. Then there were screams.

A large, mutated fish slammed into the hull, cracking it down the center. The guests clung to the railing as the boat swayed dangerously. The monster slammed into it again, completely tipping it over.

Into the water the people fell, screaming and yelling as they bobbed to the surface. Cheshire could see the large shadow of the evo just below them. As they flailed it circled ever-closer, perhaps curious at the appearance of all these bobbing snacks. Cheshire hummed through her nose and scoped a handful of the pristine cake into her mouth.

Fish were gross and slimy and should always know their place. Especially in the presence of a cat.

The bride screamed as the evo brushed her leg, but before it could bite down, Cheshire had made up her mind to help.

With a jerk and a twist of her wrists, the entire wedding party was yanked out of the water by an invisible force, deposited roughly onto the tables. The groom slammed into what remained of the cake. The bride landed on who may have been her mother. Glosses flew through the air and buried themselves in the mud of the pier. Cheshire had to suppress a giggle. The evo, furious at the sudden lack of food, breached the surface.

It still looked like a fish. Gills, big eyes, a large, gapping mouth. But the tentacles and the tusks were new. As was the size. It was easily as big as the boat it had capsized.

A tentacle lashed forward, aiming at a party guest, and Cheshire pulled up the tables (dumping a few people) as a makeshift shield. After ramming into the tables a few times and realizing Cheshire was uncovered, the evo's tentacles wrapped around her body, bashing her head on the boardwalk and dragging her into the water.

Knowing she would need the air, the girl stopped herself from screaming.

Underwater was the evo's domain, and if Cheshire hadn't thought it was a big dumb fish that got too uppity, she would've believed it knew its upper hand.

Tentacles flew at her from everywhere, lashing her body, cutting deep and dizzying her. Cheshire could barely get her bearings before one would slice across her face or slam her into one of the legs of the boardwalk. The air rushed out of her lungs in a slew of bubbles, and she was too tired to even think of using her ability under water. After lifting all those people and furniture, she was beat.

Or so she thought.

Big dumb fish were easy to confuse.

She launched herself off the legs of the boardwalk, vision going dim at the edges from lack of oxygen. The evo obviously wasn't expecting her to charge it, and missed with the tentacle aimed at her. Taking her chance, Cheshire latched on and held tight to the appendage, the evo accidentally shooting her out of the water. Drawing the last dregs of her strength, she lifted herself and the mast of the ship into the air, grinning.

"You can't beat a cat, you dumb fish." The evo came after her, leaping out of the water with its mouth open. She plunged the mast deep into its throat, killing it. Its body hit the water roughly, causing a wave that crashed into wedding party. Those who were not in shock squealed. Completely drained, Cheshire was left to plummet to the ground, landing amidst the wedding guests. She opened her eyes blearily, painfully dragging herself to her feet.

In the chaos she had lost her hat. Her dress was ripped severely, revealing the tail she usually kept wrapped around her upper thigh. The strain of her abilities had made her skin turn black once more, and her claws had unsheathed themselves, her blood mingling with the water as it fell from her body.

Cheshire imagined she looked like a fright, soaking and bleeding and not blending very well at the moment. The people surrounding her all looked terrified. "Don't worry," she announced into the deadly silent crowd, "I'm not hungry. So I won't eat cha…today." She made her way over to her bag, laying forgotten on the edge of the boardwalk. The crowd formed a tunnel to let her by. Her camera and change of clothes were soaked, and she realized, with a grin, that she could've just stayed in her bathing suit.

Something hit her on the back of the head. Looking down, she realized it was a little white shoe.

The bride was glaring at her, tears in her eyes and her dress ruined. The groom held her tight, adding his hate to hers. "Hurry up and go, evo," he spat. "Haven't you done enough today?" Cheshire grinned widely, narrowing her eyes. Her tail swished in agitation. "I'm sorry. Am I the only one who thought a reception in the guts of a giant fish was tacky and overdone?" There were more glares and murmurings of confusion in the crowd. Everyone was too disoriented and scared to see that Cheshire was fighting, not helping the other evo. All they knew was that this happy day was ruined and they were glaring at the best possible scapegoat. Glasses, plates, and shoes came flying at her.

A deeply driven nugget of sadness was within Cheshire, but she smothered it with maniacal giggles. "Yes. Hate me. Hate me because I saved your pathetic lives!" She disappeared, floating for what felt like an eternity before crashing down upon a mattress. She registered the fact she wasn't alone just as she lost consciousness.

"What the…?! Cee?!"