Let's keep this ball rolling, shall we!

I forgot to mention in the last chapter that this prompt list is from Cybra. 8D Yay!

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11- Click

"I'm coming down on the stereo

Hear me on the radio

CLICK, CLICK, BOOM"

It was so unnaturally loud. It was like, instead of using science to build on technology and humanities, they just spent it all on making the most bass possible come out of these damn speakers.

"I'm coming down with a new style

And you know it's buck wild

CLICK, CLICK, BOOM"

Focus on the mission, Six. Find Rex, drag him home, ground him forever, take two Advil. That should do it.

It didn't take too long for the ninja to find the teen and his blonde cohort in the mass of teenaged, punked, rowdy, concert goers. Very, very loud concert goers.

"I'm on the radio station

Touring round the nation

Leaving the scene in devastation."

"REX!"

Even with all the noise, the teen still jumped out of his skin. Once Noah felt something wasn't right, he turned to look, too. He instantly regretted it.

Six grabbed them both by the shirt collars and hauled them through the crowd. They are beyond in trouble.

"I can see it in my mind,

I can see it in your eyes,

It's close enough to touch it now,

But far away enough to die.

CLICK, CLICK, BOOM"

12- Slow Down

She was looking out to the Petting Zoo when Holiday heard a shuffle of papers behind her. She turned to see Six, placing a report on her desk and already heading out the door with a wave to her.

"… Where are you going?"

He turned back to her, eyebrow shooting up in confusion. "Work? There's still that meeting with White and the Committee and the British Division is asking for a new liaison and there's that EVO that still needs to be hauled to the Zoo and Rex is always-" When did she get that close?

"It's eleven at night, Six," she smiled to him, "When do you find the time to sleep?"

"At night," he instantly answered, but immediately found the hole in that, "… Later. At night."

"You," she shifted closer, putting her hands on the lapels of his jacket, "need to slow down. I was even about to go to bed, anyway."

No, he did not catch the hint.

"That's nice, but I still need to-" The rest of his voice was muffled by her lips against his. Once the surprise wore off, he closed his eyes to enjoy her moving lips, his hands moving where they pleased. God, her tongue could do things that- And she pulled away. Of course, she did. What else would he expect?

"Maybe," and he'll regret this at some point in the morning, "I could use some rest."

"I thought you could, too."

13- Homework

Rex was on his knees, outside, on the wet ground, with tulips in his hands. "This… is not homework."

Noah had already had his first little bundle planted and was packing the earth before starting on the second. "It's for Biology, Rex," he explained, "and besides, if we make it look good, we even get bonus points."

The latino EVO, at a loss, decided to explain again. "We. Are. Planting. Flowers."

Noah leaned up to glare. "Yes. We are. For twenty extra points on the next test."

The blonde went back to burying his next batch of tulips, while Rex just groaned. "This is stupid."

"This is college," Noah answered, "Get used to it."

14- The time between dusk and dawn

There was a time when he worked for half of the night and slept for a few hours.

Then, there was a time when he figured, to hell with it, and he started using the regular night hours for sleep. Work be damned.

Then, somewhere along the way, he figured, to hell with sleep. Why would he need that when he had Rebecca, all night, to himself?

It was that thought going through his mind as he kissed her neck in the aftermath of one of their excursions. He wasn't wild or passionate about it, at least not anymore, but he was just enjoying the feel of her skin on his lips and the taste of her sweat on his tongue. It was majestic.

Her cheek rubbed against his head like a cat's. "You're awfully affectionate tonight," she breathed, already spent.

"Aren't I always?" he asked, gliding up to her jawline.

She just smiled, moving her head to graze her lips against his for a second. Once he brushed away, she whispered, "We should get some sleep, though, and I know you're tired."

"I'm always tired, Doctor," he said, putting emphasis on her title. He knew she was talking about getting up early for work. He didn't like work. He didn't like sleep. What he liked to do was-

Her hand graciously touched against the side of his face and he opened his somehow closed eyes to see her smile. Her head moved to rest in the crook of his neck, one of her many favorite spots. "I'm not going anywhere…"

After a second of debate, his arms wrapped tightly around her and buried his face in her hair. "Damn right you're not," said his muffled voice.

She chuckled and he couldn't help the smile at his success. "I'll regret this later," he mumbled, and promptly fell asleep.

15- "Strenuous Trek" from Guild Wars

Darkness. Everywhere, everything, was darkness. There was a silent dripping of water from somewhere, but the constant sound and echo was causing to wonder about things. He could feel it. It boomed across him and through his chest, surrounding the stiff air, but had only the strength of a second hand on a clock.

Absolute darkness. No light. Nothing. He was so stupid.

An EVO went nuts and started to burrow underground. Rex, being the hero, went after it, just following orders. It didn't tunnel as deep as he thought and just rounded about and attacked, knocking him unconscious. When he awoke, he was in the darkness.

The fear of moving, trying to find freedom, was just that. It was fear. He didn't know if he was in a tunnel or a great chasm or even a well. He didn't know if he were down six feet or twenty or fifty. Surely, he could feel the air pressure or something if he were too deep. What if he did get up? What if he did start walking? There had to be a way out. He had gotten there somehow.

But what if he went the wrong way? What if, after walking for miles, he simply ran into a wall? What if he continued walking forever? He couldn't tell anything. He couldn't even tell where the horrid drip, drip was coming from. It was an inky, sticky blackness and it was clear that the drops dominated the environment.

Would he die here? No. He couldn't. Too much was left to be done. He had to live. If anything, he owed them that much. So, with a careful effort, he eventually got to his feet.

And he started walking.

Eight hours later, and he had never been more happy to see Six so pissed off.

16- Bed

One would be laughing his ass off right now… or utterly disappointed. Neither was a real wonderful thought.

It had only been a few weeks since he had found the boy. Only a few weeks since he met the doctor and they decided to run away with the kid. They had had instead changed the same place they were still trapped in, but at least the world was better off. The fact remained, though. It had only been just a few weeks since he met the little brat and he was somehow subjected to this.

The boy had broken his arm in training. (Honestly, Six was pretty sure he had faked the whole act just so Holiday would touch and send a warm smile his way.) Rex's arm, however, was still wrapped in the cast, actually broken or not. At the end of it all, it had been Six who's job it was see to everything that Rex needed help with… the real things. He was no one's lap dog.

Rex had done well so far and Six had to do nothing for him, except for follow him around most of the day. He didn't really mind that much.

Until bed time rolled around.

"What?" Just to make sure he heard it right the first time.

"Don't make this more awkward than it has to be," the boy, the child, snapped to Six. He was learning from Holiday. "My arm's all mangled and it'll just end up taking me forever so, j-just… just… tuck me in already!" Huff.

Six stared at him for a few good seconds. This was beyond him. Far, far, far, far beyond him. Far. Eventually, he just decided to give up. "Get in bed," he pointed. It was his job. He'd do what he had to. Nothing else to it. That was all.

The boy scrambled into bed without a word. He was learning quite quickly to follow Six's orders without question as often as he could… It was actually becoming one of those bad habits, or so that's how Rex seen it.

Once the boy was settled and laying Six, after chocking down the rest of his pride, walked over and covered the boy up, tucking him in. "How's that?"

"Not bad for your first time." Must always pick at the ninja. Always.

Six's mouth twitched, before he schooled it back to his normal, neutral, uncaring expression. "Night, Rex." He leaned back up and started heading for the door.

The boy rolled over on his side, closing his eyes. "Night, nanny."

Six stopped midstride out the door. No. Let it go. This was a onetime deal, after all. The boy wouldn't have the chance to say it again. So, Six turned the light off and left.

17- Love Letter

Holiday finally walked back in her room at one in the morning. The day had been far too long for her tastes when it was something so tedious and simple that Bobo could literally do it. With her position in Providence, however, it had to be her.

She had already taken her hair out of its bun and walked a few steps in the room before she realized that Six wasn't there. He must've been caught late, too. She considered looking for him, but she was exhausted. Besides, whatever it was would likely be wrapped up soon. Six had a schedule to almost everything, including, in his age, bedtime… It was at three, at the most, but who was counting.

It was when she sat on the bed to peel off her heels when she found something on her pillow. A little piece of paper. Forever curious, she picked it up to read Six's obvious handwriting.

'Apparently an important job in Moscow. I'll call when we land.'

'Sorry.'

Her lips twitched into a smile… He said sorry for not telling her beforehand. Since when did Six say sorry to anyone about something that wasn't his fault.

Holiday fell back on the bed, looking at her note with a smile. Didn't matter how tired she was. She'll wait for his call. It would be short, to the point, but worth it.

18- Bathing (mild M; Lime-ish)

It was about midnight when they decided that showering together really wouldn't be a bad idea. Really. They were being mature about the whole thing. It had been a long day, they were both tired, neither really wanted to wait on the other. Eventually someone suggested that they take a shower at the same time and neither really seen a problem with that.

There were two reasons to prove that it was a bad idea.

"Who doesn't like hot showers?"

"Me."

"Well, you still don't have to take all of the water."

"I'm not taking it. It's a shower."

"You're standing in front of it."

"Well, who uses two shampoos?"

"It's a shampoo and conditioner."

"Didn't they start combining those in, like, the `70's?"

"The cheap brands."

"So, you use expensive shampoo."

"I didn't say it was expensive."

"You said it wasn't cheap."

"Six. I'm about to throw the bar of soap at you."

"Oh, so we're angry now?"

"A little annoyed, yes."

"Well, maybe I can fix that."

"Oh, no. You stay over on your side, water bo- Hey!"

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"That didn't seem li- Six!"

"Yes?"

"Stop smirking. And stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"That! Keep your hands to yourself."

"Well, I'm not sure what we're talking about here. Do you mean this or-"

"Ngh!"

"… That one?"

"… Yes, that one. And stop smir-"

His lips stayed on hers throughout the rest of their shower. No, showering together was inconvenient and had too many distractions. Not productive at all.

19- Familiar Stranger

The doctor chick finished talking to the creepy guy on the other side of the TV monitor and started walking back up to him. She was nice enough, so he didn't really mind her for the moment. It was starting to unnerve him about how worried she looked though.

"How you holding up?" she asked, once she was standing in front of him again.

The teenager shrugged. "I'm not freaking out anymore, if that's what you mean. Who was the dude you were talking to?"

"White Knight," she answered, looking from the black monitor and back to the boy, "He runs Providence."

"Yeah," he sighed, "with an iron fist."

She didn't like taking up for the guy, but, "He has a lot to deal with right now, Rex."

"Uh-huh," Rex sighed again, leaning back, "Apparently since I'm the hope for all mankind." He gave the woman a look, not for the first time since he met her, but she only sent back her worried frown.

It made him feel guilty, and he looked away. Trying to change the subject, he leaned forward again. "So, I kno- knew you, right? Doctor… uh…"

"Holiday," she told him again. He nodded a couple times, mumbling it to himself over and over. "It's alright, Rex. I understand."

"Yeah, I-… I know." Didn't mean he liked it. He must've been close to this woman, because he knew that he was hurting her every time he couldn't come up with the name. "How's… that guy doing… the one who was found with me?"

Her frown deepened a little. "He's stable now. I don't know when he'll wake up, though. Whatever happened, he took the brunt of it."

"And I… I know him, too?"

She nodded. "Have you gotten to see him yet?" When the boy shook his head, she nodded to a door. "Come on. Maybe he'll jog something."

He hopped off the lab table he had woken up on to follow the doctor to another room connected to the tower. It was more private and certainly more medical, probably meant for if something happened to Rex himself.

A man laid on the only medical bed in the room and was connected to a few IVs, heart monitor, and breathing apparatus. A pair of shades sat on a small, metal table beside him. The teen knew enough to know that he had to have known the man well if Doctor… nice-lady let him back here.

"Do you recognize him?" she quietly asked.

He studied the man for a long time. There was something about him. Something that certainly didn't seem right. This guy radiated an invincible shield. It didn't seem right that he was hurt at all. The face seemed a little off, too. Like it was too exposed or something. Plus, the long scar on the side of his face seemed out of place. Perhaps it was new.

There was just something there, though, wanting to tug at him. He just wanted this guy to wake up already and prove he was fine.

"Rex?" she asked again.

Slowly, he shook his head and answered in a breath. "No."

20- Heat Wave

Rex groaned as loud as he could. "UGH! And I thought I hated Paradise. This place sucks!"

Six shot him a look. "Well, you could always go outside."

"Oh, ha ha."

Rex was scheduled again for his routine offload of nanites. After that… last time the group really didn't see the need to wait until the last second anymore. So, they would scrounge up a weekend and stay on the Paradise Base for a little while. Rex was not complaining about this outcome.

That is, until they arrived on the normal, routine weekend to only discover that everyone else had packed up and left, leaving a note tacked to the main counsel.

'A/C went out. You're on your own.'

After Holiday had finished her rants and fired a few people, they got to work on Rex's nanites. Things had gone without a hitch, but they always stayed one more day to make Rex didn't relapse or something from the procedure.

So, without any funky gas to knock him out, the boy had to brave the elements and sweat with the rest of his so-called family. Which reminded him…

He looked around the room, from the monkey at the end of the table, to his jacket-less partner across from him. "Where's the Doc?"

Six did the same, looking from the monkey, to the teen, before he shrugged. "I haven't really seen her in a while."

Rex's leg, the one propped up on the table like a real rebel, fell off when realization struck him. "You don't think she… has a box fan or something,… do you?"

"I'm pretty sure the doctor knows how to share," Six answered, leaning back in his chair.

The boy just narrowed his eyes. "Would you?"

The agent was silent. Bobo's chuckling could be heard behind him.

Just when they were about to get up to go find Holiday, the door opened. Bobo stopped chuckling. Actually, everyone just stopped, save for the oblivious doctor.

Her long hair, out of its tight bun, was still wet as it trailed down her back and over her tank top. The dripping ends of her hair barely grazed the tops of her blue jean shorts which were, with her long legs, pretty damn short. She hardly cared though. It was just them and she was about to die from being so hot.

"Well, I feel better," she mumbled, "That shower was worth it."

Six glanced back away from her, but whatever was going on behind his glasses were up to the imagination… until she started to walk away and into another room. It was beyond him to actually try and make his eyes follow her, so he gave up on that pursuit. Considering whether or not he should physically get up and follow her was put to a halt when he happened to glance to Rex.

The boy was about to fall out of his chair from craning his neck so much.

Yeah, that wasn't going to fly.

About a millisecond later and Rex found himself being dragged out of the room. "Wait. No. Where are we going?"

"Training," Six said, coming up with an excuse, "we're behind."

"SO? We never train when we- Is this about Holi-AH! We're not even there yet and you're already hitting me!"

Holiday walked back in the room with Bobo, watching the two disappear. "What's up with them?"

Bobo shrugged, not taking his eyes off of her. "Humans."

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I was about half asleep typing up the last one, so don't hurt me too bad about it. I'm just tired today.

And, YAY, no one died in thi- Wait… Okay, yeah, no one died in this chapter. XD FUN.

The song in the prompt 11- Click is called Click Click Boom by Saliva.

And, I think that's all!

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