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Remember When...

Providence Had Those New Years Parties?

The desert air rose goosebumps on Holiday's skin as she climbed up onto the platform. She rubbed her arms, shivering, but smiled to herself, knowing that the cold was worth it. The city was miles away, but she could see it lit in the horizon, surronded by the clear dark sky. She could imagine hundreds of people partying and being together as time ticked away.

"This explains the coffee fixation you've been having."

She jumped at the sudden voice, turning to see Six holding blankets and a plastic bag. He smiled slightly. "Happy New Years," he said, handing her a blanket.

"Happy New Years," she breathed, taking it. She blushed. "Six, you don't-"

"I want to." He sat down, patting the spot next to him. She hesitated and he rose an eyebrow. "I don't bite."

She smiled sheepishly, sitting down on the cool concrete.

"Rex is spending time with Noah and his friends, and Bobo doesn't care for New Years if there's no alcohol involved. And Knight-"

"Isn't much of a partier," she laughed. She couldn't get the image out of her head of Knight wearing a party hat and 2012 glasses.

Six's lips curled into a small smirk. He was probably imagining the very idea too. He opened the plastic bag, pulling out two white cartons. "Leftovers from yesterday. I know it's not champagne and foie gras, but it's something."

"It's great," she said with disbelief. "Thanks." She took a carton and a fork from the bag. She dug into her chicken fried rice and looked at the sky. "So I guess you wanted to stay up for the fireworks too?"

He pursed his lips. "I heard that you guys had a tradition at Providence for celebrating New Years. I thought that I should...at least try to be here for New Years."

The fork in front of her mouth froze at her lips. Her stomach twisted and she put the carton down. She sighed heavily. "Everything's changed since we left Providence," she whispered. "All of those traditions have faded. The birthday parties for the researchers, the soliders, the agents...the mornings of getting coffee at the cafetria, greeting the same people in the morning." She smiled sadly, feeling nostalgic for the old times. All those years of being with friends. "God, the New Years party was amazing. You would never admit it, but you seemed so relaxed at them. You held a casual conversation with others and you would smile."

Six watched her, carefully selecting what he said. She looked almost homesick, longing to return to the way things were before. But they couldn't go back, not now. "I'm sure Bobo had a good time. Was there alcohol there?"

"Bobo would drink Dr. Broussard's punch and would dance on the tables," she laughed softly. "We wouldn't let Rex drink any of it, not that he really cared for it. When he was fourteen, he snuck some for himself and started gagging loudly enough to turn heads. The vodka was too strong for him to swallow down. Knight would keep to himself, but he was message us a quick New Years greeting and log off for the night." She looked at the city. "This is Rex's first time that he got to celebrate with Noah. Last year he wanted to, but Knight didn't want him leaving that night. Too many drunks on the streets he said." Her smile turned more genuine, but still longing. "I'm sure Rex is having a great time with Noah and his friends."

"I'm sure of that too," Six nodded. "And how did you like the parties?"

"I loved the start of a new year," she sighed. "Just the thought of discovering a cure for all of those incurable EVOs, maybe even cures for cancers, diseases, genetic mutations, pre-mature births and deaths...all of the possibities where endless to me." She closed her eyes, pulling her legs to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. "Every time the hand would reach 12, I would take a deep breath, promise to myself that I would work my hardest to change the world the best I can. Even if I relied on you guys for assistance."

"That's...really generous of you."

"It's what I wanted. It's always what I've wanted." Her eyes fluttered open. "Hopefully we'll get it right in 2012. We're away from Providence. We don't have extra hired guns, all of the equipment, the Petting Zoo, and the Keep, but...we have us."

"So resolutions?"

"Find cure for uncureables first." She smiled a bit more this time.

"Then cures for cancer and prematurity?"

"You got it." She laughed to herself. "So, any resolutions for you?"

He nodded at her question. "Same as yours. Help find the cure."

"Cheater," she slightly teased. "Jumping on the bandwagon..."

He smirked. "Fine. I'm going to jog more," he deadpanned. "I want to run a 4K marathon."

"Good for you!" She relaxed, her shoulders slumping. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. "How much longer?"

He checked his watch. "1149."

"Eleven more minutes," she breathed. "Wow. We're so close." She picked up her carton and began to eat again. She began to chewing slowly and examined the carton, her brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"...it's not microwaved."

"Microwave broke, remember? Rex-"

"And Bobo. Right." She shrugged and continued. "It's not so bad. It doesn't scald the roof of your mouth to the point you need to douse your mouth with ice water..." They ate in silence, and Holiday found herself really enjoying his company. It was nice to be alone with him, feel relaxed. No sexual tension, no heart beating like it was going to ex-

Wow. Jinx yourself Rebecca.

Ah, traditions. Then there was the kissing at midnight. There was one time Bobo kissed Dr. Hallows in his ear, and another time when a solider and agent got together that night. It was an awkward situation to be near when they started making out on the snack table...

How many times had she wished to kiss him at midnight to bring in the New Year, the hopeless romantic? She was only female with chemicals in her body that made her react in a certain male that was pure adreneline and master at handling katanas. The ridiculous daydreams of him one night swooping her off her feet when people cheered "New Years" and her lips meeting his were repetitive and exhausting, but it couldn't be helped.

"The time?"

"1152."

She groaned, hitting her head on her knees. "I can't wait any longer."

"Do you need me to bring Bobo up here? He can entertain us..."

"Never mind. I like silence. Silence is good."

"What was the best moment at New Years?"

"Thank you," she sighed with relief. "Definantly when Callan ranted about White Knight while he was drunk on punch, then proceeded to fall in the cake."

"It wasn't your cake, was it? He could've hurt himself."

She pitched the plastic fork at his head, which he easily dodged. "I can't believe you actually brought that up! That was a bit below the belt Agent Six," she pouted. "Actually, we bought it from a store. After Rex's birthday cake, they wouldn't let me bake anything anymore." She sighed. "Callan was embarassed after that though. He looked at White Knight with a straight face the next week and everyone watching him was trying to prevent themselves from laughing."

"I would've liked to see that."

"I bet you would've. How much time did that kill?"

"1154."

"Damn."

"1154 and 50...49...48...47 seconds. Oh, look," he muttered sarcastically. "It just keeps going down. 39...38..."

She just rolled her eyes and listened as he counted down the seconds, his monotone, yet joking voice the only sound in the quiet desert air. It soon grew closer to 1159 and she found herself softly counting with him, tapping her feet. Then as soon as she discovered she finally said the final "one" the fireworks broke in the horizon, snapping her back to reality. She stood up, watching the various colors exploding miles away. "Providence always had the best fireworks," she laughed. "Ours were handmade."

"I could see Rex finding some pleasure in that," Six said, standing up. "Happy New Years Holiday."

"Happy New Years Six."

They watched the fireworks. Holiday could've sworn she could hear the cries of people in the city. "2012," she gasped. "This is going to be such an amazing year."

"And we'll be here to help with your resolutions."

"And yours," Holiday smiled. "I'll get Rex and Bobo to jog with you every morning."

"...you know that was a joke?"

"I know. But I'm not joking." She grinned and walked to the platform's ladder, leaving Six in bemusement.

If they were still on the run from Black Knight by the next New Years, she could count that this could be a new tradition.

A/N: AHH not the best, I know xD Sorry about that...

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