A/N: Well, since you asked so nicely (and because I don't have any other ideas for a story at the moment), this is now a chapter story. I can't guarantee that I'll finish it, but I'll try.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Generator Rex.

"Daddy!" The little girl ran to her father."Daddy! Guess what! I lost a tooth!"

The man scooped his daughter into his arms. "Really? Can I see?"

The girl grinned, displaying the gap left by her tooth. "Guess what else?" she bubbled after a moment. "April invited me to her birthday party! Next week!"

"That's great, Chrissie!" He smiled at her, then looked up at his wife. "How have things been, Victoria?"

She shrugged. "Just like they usually are, although she was less upset than last time you left."

"That's good." He set his daughter down gently. "I may need to go on another business trip soon."

"How soon?"

"Next Tuesday."

Victoria sighed. "Really, James, all this work away from home can't be good for you."

"I know."

-Rex's POV-

Rex walked through the halls of Providence's main base in a daze.

Six. Had a daughter. This was too confusing. He needed to talk to someone about it, or he was going to burst.

He stumbled.

"Hey, chief, watch where ya goin'!" Bobo brushed himself off from their near-collision. "Sheesh."

"Sorry, Bobo, I've just been thinking..." Rex trailed off.

"'bout what?"

Rex briefly considered telling the chimp what the agent had said to him, then decided that he valued his life more than that. "Nothing, really."

"Uh-huh. So how come you ran inta me? Ain't you used to thinkin' 'bout nothin'?"

It took a moment to work that out. "Hey!"

-Holiday's POV-

The lab doors slid open. The doctor turned around, and smiled when she saw who it was. "Good morning, Rex."

"Morning." Rex said distantly.

Holiday raised an eyebrow at the absence of the usual cheesy pick-up line. A small part of her thought, Oh my God, I'm turning into Six. She ignored it.

"I've been thinking..." Rex began.

"About?" she urged after a few seconds of silence.

Rex seemed to consider something, then continued. "Um... Earlier today I asked Six why he always wears green."

"Oh? What did he say?" she asked, genuinely curious. She'd never been able to get Six to talk about the suit. (Of course, there were a lot of things she'd never been able to get him to talk about. He was Agent Six, after all.)

Rex glanced around, perhaps to see if the agent had come into the room without his noticing (A legitimate concern.). After determining that no, he hadn't, he turned back to Holiday. His expression was completely serious."He said that he wears green because it was his daughter's favorite color."

She opened her mouth to say something, but was at a loss for words. What could you say to that? 'Are you sure'? 'Maybe he was lying'? 'You're kidding'?

Finally, she managed a faint, "What?"

"Yeah."

"You're telling me that Agent Six of all people has a daughter."

"Had. He was kind of specific about that."

"And now you're telling me this?" She'd gotten over the initial shock and was now vaguely wondering what on Earth had possessed Six to make him tell Rex something so obviously personal. (Personal by his standards, at least. Most people didn't keep their real names secret from their colleagues.)

Rex fidgeted. "I... I guess I wanted to talk to someone about it, and you're... y'know, you."

Holiday nodded. Talking to Six was right out, and Bobo would use information like this for blackmail. "So, what part of it did you want to talk about?" she asked, motioning for Rex to sit down as she did so herself.

"Are you busy today?"

"I've got the whole morning free."

"Then all of it."

A/N: It appears Holiday thinks in parentheses. There is no explanation for this phenomenon.

Well? What do you think?