A/N: Four out of seven reviews on chapter one had the word "cute" in them and two of the remaining three had "adorable". =)

Before we get started, I'd like to publicly reply to two of my reviewers.

Shadow-L-Chan: I will definitely be using your ideas. I'm actually using two of them combined in this one. Thank you so much. :)

EnderMoon: I don't think Six would cuss a lot, but think about it. A kid being so difficult all the time that you almost never don't have a headache? You'd be cussing, or at least I would. Lolz.

Merry Freaking Christmas

Rex crossed his arms defiantly and sent a deathglare to his caretaker, Agent Six. "I want a Christmas tree," he somewhat ordered of the man, determined to win their long-standing argument.

Six crossed his arms resolutely and glared back at his eleven-year-old charge. "Regardless of what you want, you aren't getting one. Providence doesn't celebrate, nor does it decorate for, Christmas."

"What'cha even wanna tree for, kid?" Bobo Haha asked from his perch on Six's desk, not particularly because he was on the agent's side (he wasn't), but just because he was curious.

"Because," Rex drawled, "If there's no tree, where will Santa put the presents?"

Six and Bobo exchanged a look, silently conversing with subtle actions: Six raised a brow. Should we tell him? Bobo shook his head. He's just a kid.Six shrugged. He has to grow up sometime. Bobo narrowed his eye. Bad idea. Six raised his chin. No, it isn't. Bobo rolled that same eye. Do whatever you want. Its your funeral.

"Uh, guys?" They looked back at Rex, who was looking back at them like they were planning to kill him somehow.

Six decided to tell him. "Rex." He waited for the stubborn child to look directly at him before continuing in a very clear, precise voice. "Santa isn't real. He's a fictional character made up to dilute the minds of children. He doesn't actually exist."

Rex's face screwed up and for a minute Six actually thought he was going to start crying. Instead, Rex punched Six in the chest – since that was as high as he could reach or else he would've gone for the face – and screamed, "You liar; Santa does exist!"

Six looked down at Rex, a little surprised that he had actually done that. "Rex—"

"No! Santa's real; I don't care what you say." Rex turned around and ran from the room before Six – who was still a little shocked – could respond.

Bobo looked over at him. "I toldja not to tell 'em." Six ignored him and rubbed at the sore spot on his chest; for an eleven-year-old, Rex could hit pretty hard. Six supposed he blamed himself for that, he was the one who had him training so much.

"I don't see why he's so upset," Six muttered, to himself or Bobo was unspecified. "It's the truth."

"Yeah, well. Truth hurts sometimes." Bobo shrugged and walked from the room.

Ten minutes later, Six was sitting in his office finishing up some paperwork, just minding his own business, when Dr. Holiday suddenly burst into the room. "Ever hear of knocking?" he asked her, not bothering to look away from the computer and certainly never breaking in his steady typing.

"Ever hear of dreams?" the woman shot back, coming to stand about a foot from her partner.

Six glanced over at her now and raised one eyebrow, his trademark way of asking what she meant.

"You told Rex that Santa isn't real and now he's in his room crying his eyes out," Holiday informed him, crossing her arms across her chest angrilly.

"Crying?" Six checked, making sure he had heard correctly. "He's crying…because he found out Santa doesn't exist?"

"Yes, he is." Holiday waited for her partner to say something, but after a minute when he didn't she just continued. "He remembers nothing about his past, Six. On top of that it has only been a year since you dug him out of a pile of rubble in the middle of a destroyed warzone and took him to a place that views him as a weapon. Where, may I remind you, he was nearly killed within only twenty-four hours?"

Still, Six said nothing, opting to just stare at the perturbed woman.

"Santa represents good, Six!" she half-yelled, enunciating every word as though she were talking to a mentally challenged person, "Rex needs to believe that there is still something good in a world that has given him nothing but heartache!" Holiday paused, recomposing herself. "...And you just took that belief away from him." She just stared at Six for a long while. If it weren't for all his self control and training as an agent, the man would've started fidgeting. But he had those, so instead he held her gaze and waited for her to continue. Although, he had to admit, when Holiday's features took on a look of resolve, he got a little worried.

She opened her mouth to speak again, "So, now…you're going to give it back."

"And how exactly do you propose I do that?" the green-clad man asked, showing none of his worry.

Holiday smiled deviously. "I'm glad you asked."

Agent Six raised his hand to knock on Rex's door, thinking of what he was about to do. Holiday said for him to tell Rex that he was only testing him when he said Santa wasn't real, to see if he could withstand someone lying to his face and still stick to what he knew to be true.

…He was also supposed to let Rex know that White Knight was actually Santa, but that he was always in a bad mood because it never snowed in the desert surrounding Providence base. For some unknown reason the doctor was positive that that would really sell it. Sometimes Six wondered about that woman.

The agent was more than a little hesitant to tell Rex all of this, and not just because it sounded ridiculous. It was mostly because Six simply liked to be honest with people. He hated liars; he always had. To him they were the lowest of the low…and he refused to become one. That's why he wouldn't do it. He didn't care what Holiday said or did (and God knew she would give him hell for it), Six would not lie to Rex, not even about this.

But he would deal with the fact the kid was crying.

Taking a deep breath – mentally of course, as taking a real one would've required outward emotion – Six let his fist connect with the cold metal of Rex's door. A muffled voice could be heard from the other side screaming, "Go away! I said I don't wanna talk about it!"

"Its me," Six told the boy, figuring that if Rex said he'd already said that to whoever he thought was knocking, he thought Six was someone else. A second or so of silent waiting passed before the door lit up with blue lines and slid open. Six peered into the dark room, where he could see Rex sitting on a messy white bed, one hand pressed against the wall. As soon as Six walked through the door, it shut behind him and the blue lines retracted back to Rex's hand before disappearing completely as he removed it from the metal wall.

"What do you want?" The minute Six got a good look at Rex's tear-stained face he knew he had to do more than handle the Crying Situation.

"Rex," he started, walking to stand in front of the distraught adolescent. "I believe I was a bit…rash in what I said earlier."

Rex's eyes narrowed. "You lied."

"No, Rex. I didn't lie; in fact I'm going against my orders to lie to you right now. Holiday wanted me to tell you that I was testing you when I said Santa wasn't real…and that White Knight is Santa."

Rex's eyebrows went up, though his eyes remained slightly…dead. "Dr. Holiday said that?"

"She seemed to think you would believe it," Six shrugged, "As I was saying. The truth. Santa does not exist."

Rex opened his mouth, but Six held up his hand to quiet him. "However," he went on, "I shouldn't have informed you of that so carelessly. I should have been more…gentle. And given you more details."

"Details?" Rex sniffled.

"Yes. See, Santa doesn't exit…physically. But psychologically he does, if you choose to believe so." Six took a breath, thinking how to phrase what he needed to say. "Rex, Santa represents good in the world, alright? If you choose to believe that there is a Santa psychologically then you believe in good."

Rex looked lost. "What? That doesn't make any sense."

Six opened his mouth, but closed it again when he couldn't think of a way to simplify it so that an eleven-year-old could understand. After a minute he finally went with, "I'll explain it to you when you're older. How about that?" Rex paused, considering, then nodded. "Good. For now, just know that Santa isn't a real person, but a representation of good in the world."

"Oh...okay." Rex smiled up at the man, brightening up surprisingly quickly. Satisfied, Six turned around and was about leave when Rex caught him by his sleeve. He glanced back down at the boy. "But since Santa won't be bringing me my Christmas present...will you?"

"That depends solely on what you want," Six said quickly, not about to agree to getting him what he wanted only to find out it was a bazooka…

"A puppy!" Rex cried, jumping up.

…Or worse.

"We'll see," was all Six said before walking from the small room.

A permanent-looking smile was fixed on Rex's face as he rolled around on the floor with his new Chiweenie puppy.

Six had, of course, had no intention of getting Rex a puppy once he actually thought about what that would entail. However, unfortunately for him, once Holiday got word of what Rex wanted (he'd told Callan in passing and the captain had let it slip to Holiday) she immediately went out and bought him a small, brown and white dog of a very destructive, rambunctious breed. She also signed the tag 'Santa'.

Laughing, Rex stood up and ran over to hug Six around his waist. Hugging said agent was somewhat like hugging a tree, both lifeforms just stood there stiffly and offered nothing in return. "Thank you, thank you, Six!" the boy cried.

"Six?" Holiday whispered dangerously once Rex was back to playing with the Chiweenie. "Why doesn't he believe Santa brought him that? I signed the tag as such."

Six's only return to her icy stair was a shrug. Luckily, he was saved from Holiday's wrath by an interesting little statement.

"I'm naming Psycho!" Rex yelled happily.

"Psycho?" Holiday and Six chorused.

"Yeah, because Six told me Santa was a psychological representation of good in the world and since the puppy came from 'Santa' I figure psycho is a good name. You know, since its the first part of psychological?"

Six was a little impressed that Rex had learned to correctly pronounce psychological representation and learned what it meant. Not that he showed it, of course.

Holiday glared at Six from the corner of her eye, they would definitely be talking about this later. "Yes, well, Rex I don't think you really know what 'psycho' actually means— Oh!" Holiday cut herself off with a gasp as Psycho padded over to Six and left him a little...gift on his shoe.

"Look," Rex cheered as the yellow liquid pooled around Six's foot, "Psycho gave Six a Christmas present! Merry Christmas, Six!" Psycho yapped as if to agree with Rex's 'Merry Christmas'.

"Yeah," Six muttered, glaring down at Psycho and wondering if Rex would notice the dog's disappearance in a few weeks. "Merry freaking Christmas…"

A/N: Anyone else notice that White and the monkey are the only ones with full names in this show? I just think its weird. o_O