Just a little fic I wanted to finish up since I might not be able to update this week, so two for the price of one! Love you all! Remember read and REVIEW!
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" Rex." A calm and gentle voice beckons from outside the preteen's so called room. The brunette boy quickly straightens up his shirt and his hair as the owner of said voice enters his room. "how are you feeling?" she asks, her warn green eyes shining with actual concern unlike most of the other physicians.
"bored." Rex Replies in a bitter tone bouncing the small red ball Dr. Holiday had provided for him in order to reduce stress. His frustrated glare melts as she gives him a comforting smile. "But better now that you're here." His coy comment seems to fall to deaf ears.
"right, anyways it's almost 12 pm, time for you're daily field training." She replies. He seems to almost jump in anticipation.
"finally!" he exclaims throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. "Another minute and I think my brain would've exploded!" the doctor stifles a chuckle; she knows she has to stay aware of her closeness to him. If any of the staff members see her develop any kind of bond with the boy they would limit her interaction with him and might kicked her off her position as his primary physician.
As they walk to the training field, she listens to him as he rambles animatedly about his "forbidden" explorations through providence keep. He knows she will scold him after he's done but he also knows she's the only one who will listen, the only one who is willing to care.
"Rex!" she interrupts mid-tale, he braces himself for the lecture, wincing as her eyes turn like those of a rebuking mother. "you know that area is off limits even to level 3 personnel! If anyone caught you-
"don't worry doctor-…doctor…" he pauses in the middle of his counter argument , his once bright spirit seems to crash down , his cheeks turning a light shade of red in indignation… he's forgotten her name…again.
"rex?" she calls out. She wishes her voice wouldn't sound so worried, so motherly. He searches her eyes in hope her name is somehow in engraved in her emerald orbs, he looks away as his search is fruitless.
"it's alright." She sooths him, once more checking her tone making sure to keep her role as just his doctor…not his mom. She places her hand reassuringly on his shoulder. "you've only been here for six mon-
"half a year! It's been half year and I still can't remember something as simple as your name!" he shouts cynically, shrugging away the warm hand that had tried to provide comfort.
"rex don't beat yourself up like this, it's completely normal in patients who suffer from amnesia to be forgetful. you know my name, I know you do." She states in a calm and firm voice. He looks back up to meet her eyes, the first person he'd seen as a friend, as a guardian inside of providence. He slowly remembers all that word association crap she'd taught him Green… those caring green eyes, green…trees…Christmas-
"doctor holiday!" he shouts the spark that had been robbed from his amber eyes only moments ago returns in a nanosecond. She tries to hide her beaming smile but can't seem to stop herself.
"you see Rex it must have just slipped your mind from all the excitement." She replies kindly. he nods and agrees, though both knew in back of their heads it was more than that. They wear mutual smiles, she's willing to bend the truth and he's willing to accept it knowing she does it out of compassion not manipulation. A few more steps and automatic doors hisses open revealing a green suited agent with a monotone yet slightly annoyed expression and a blaster wielding monkey frowning.
"hey, you two couldn't have sped it up a little, geez I was stuck alone with Mr. Smiles over here." The monkey complains getting a glare from the agent. "what happen Doc too busy reading junior here a story."
Rex furiously protests against the claim, though only to defend her honor and his self respect. He looks up to meet the doctor's unfazed gaze, she is calm, poised, and shatterproof, she is no longer in mom mode, the minute she stepped into the room, she was providence's top scientist again.
Her eyes place themselves on their silent member. He notices her glance but ignores her presence. He straightens his posture, no longer holding a comfortable stance but holds the posture of a soldier, the prefect soldier.
"When it says on the schedule 12:00 pm, it means 12:00pm." The agent scolds his tone cold and emotionless; both of the offenders unconsciously straighten up under his penetrating gaze.
"You act like I've been gone for hours." Rex retorts unafraid of the man's soulless glare.
"I was making sure Rex was up for vigorous exercise I can't allow him to go running around wielding machines that could rip to shreds half of the keep if he's in anything but top physical condition." The doctor recites as if the excuse was handpicked from her bountiful arsenal of comebacks.
Six turns his head in disinterest, he doesn't care for excuses. He's heard them all.
"Since you're ten minutes late you'll give me ten laps around the petting zoo. No machines." The agent demands. The boy swiftly protests.
"Are you insane? I barely survive when I have my machines! Those things out there will tear me to shreds!" he cries out in rage.
"Then I guess that'll teach you to be on time for training won't it?" Six replies to his complaint ignoring the boy's protest. It was always like this between them an unending battle of fire and ice. Rex's heated glare doesn't loosen as he continues to dispute with the agent. Six's solemn cold tone is lanced with annoyance as he counters every argument with his own cool and collected responses.
"The slam hands." The doctor interjects. Both men look at her in confusion, the monkey merely looks amused. "ten laps with nothing but the slam hands, no rex ride, no slam cannon, no punk busters, no sword, and no boggie pack." She explains. She offers compromise but both reject it.
"he'll never learn lesson if all we do is go easy on him, that's not how life works." The stern man responds. The child scowls in frustration.
"What life? You're gonna end up killing me! I'm going half mad in that broom closet, and end up half dead after everything training session, so far I don't see how that counts as a life!" the boy shouts infuriated by the his isolation from the world and from freedom.
"rex I know-
"if complaining is all you're ever going to do, I don't know how you're going to be contempt with anything you have." The agent interrupts; he ignores the glare sent by the doctor. One of his life lectures is on the way.
"six you shouldn't-
"contempt? Let's see how big your room his huh? And for the record lights out a 7pm is ridiculous! What little time I have to chill is just robbed I swear you want me to end up a soulless robot like all of you providence drones!" the boy exclaims drowning out the voice of peace, the emerald eyed woman tries to provide.
"if it would make you act less like a 2 year old I think you could stand to use the change." The agent retorts. The brunette woman slams her clipboard on the floor tired of being ignored.
"ENOUGH!" she orders, both men comply in a startled manner. Bobo seems to set as much space between him and two guilty parties as possible.
"rex is going to run ten laps with the slam hands! Understood! I am his doctor, if I feel there is something that could jeopardize his health, then as his leading physician my jurisdiction over the boy trumps yours! And as for you Rex, none of us live comfortable lives, we deal with the life handed to us, you were late, I know it's crazy but take the punishment like the kind of kid I know you truly are, a good and humble one. " her tone slips up, mom mode seems to jump back in for a fraction of a second, she can tell Six senses it but keeps his comments to himself. Both of them grudgingly agree to the compromise.
"let's go Bobo, you can help me write my will." The boy remarks bitterly, he gives them one last glare, though it softens slightly when he meets the doctor's apologetic eyes.
"sure kid, hows about leavin' that mp3 players under bobo's name, wouldn't mind havin' one of those." The chimp replies tauntingly as they leave the room. With a small hiss from the door they're gone and the room is filled with an unsettling awkward silence. The brunette reaches over to grab her abused clipboard, she tucks a small strand of hair away from her eyes and allows the words to flow from her lips.
"Six I'm sor-
"don't." he stops her mid-apology with just one word. "we both know you're not."
She nods; she doesn't feel sorry. he knows that all too well, he knows her all too well.
"spare me the guilt act, I know you couldn't care less that you undermined my authority in front of him." she can feel the acid in his cold words seep into her, painfully.
"that's not what was trying to do, I was trying to stop this senseless rivalry of power, Rex is only rebellious because you give absolutely no space to express himself." she counters. She inwardly scolds herself, she shouldn't act like this, she shouldn't be so protective over a patient.
"his childish caprices are not the concern of providence." He replies his tone no longer as aggravated, he's checked himself reclaiming his objective tone. "nor are they yours." He adds. He sees her tense up under his comment.
"he's not just this amazing super weapon, he's a human being with feelings, fears, and dreams. He may have lost most of his memory but providence has no right to jump steal the little things he has left." She argues hoping her words will somehow crack through his armored heart.
"providence has the right to do anything as long as it means an end to this war, one punk kid's impulses should not out weight the safety and happiness of thousands of others." He responds knowing he's won the battle as she lets out a resigned sigh.
"he's a kid… try not to forget that, you can rebuild a super weapon, but you can't rebuild someone's spirit." She warns.
"it's not his spirit we need."the agent coldly replies, but she can here it, he doesn't feel that way. He cares about the boy… he's not soulless. Providence has yet break him completely… there's sliver of humanity in him and that gives her hope.
"he could do 30 laps easy." she comments breaking the new less painful silence, watching the boy's progress. The man turns his view to the windows, he hides his impressed feelings but she catches his lips curling upwards slightly, he's trying not to smile in pride.
"50 if he'd listen and learn during training." The agent remarks crossing his arms, regaining his bitter expression.
"give him some credit it's only been half a year, it'll take time for him to get use to vigorous training by the sixth deadliest man in the world." She replies. He raises a brow it wasn't like her to stroke his ego. Then again ever since the boy had come into their lives, he's discovered part of her personality he never would have guessed. He stays silent but can't help voice one of his deepest thoughts out loud.
"be careful." Just two words escape from his lips, hushed and solemn just like his nature.
"wha-." His gaze stops her question, she knows what he means, she just doesn't want to admit it.
"not every providence agent is going to turn a blind eye to your attachment to the boy." He restates and her eyes widen. She knew she could never hide it from Six but was it so transparent that other agents could see it? he notices her disbelief, which in his opinion is redundant "even he sees your cradling nature though he's taken it as an attraction."
"it's just a crush, he's 11 and I'm one of the few woman he sees in this place it's only natural." She replies.
"you're avoiding the subject." He warns.
"I'm not attached to him, I just don't want him to feel there no one here for him, I know what it's like be alone in this place… it's a cold and frustration feeling." She admits, she regrets saying so much but what's the point, he knows everything… he's just never cared.
"alone!" his incredulous tone drives her to look at him, he seems troubled… and even hurt? "what are you talking about I was-." He stops himself, his voice was no longer cold, it was warm, it was human, it was not what he was suppose to be. "you were surrounded by hundreds of top scientist, many of them who respected your research and your breakthroughs in nanite technology."
It was always work, always about nanites and evos… never about her. no one actually cared for her. Six was closest thing she had to friend and in her opinion that was pretty sad.
"you're right… I was being overdramatic, but a colleague is different from a friend, I want Rex to have one or at least someone he feels comfortable with." She retorts. Self pity wasn't her style and she planned to keep it that way.
"The monkey, as bad an influence as he is, has been able to be a trusting companion to the boy." Six commented.
"I'm glad knight allowed their friendship to continue, but personal I when I heard he'd met Bobo in Level 4 personal containing bay I didn't know what to think." She replies. It had been quite a sight when the 11 year old showed up sipping on a convenience store soda with a monkey eating a taco.
"I added the disclaimer for a reason." Six responds. Bobo was not the agent favorite person and the feeling was very mutual.
They continue to watch the boy, the brunette clenches her fist when her nerves get the best of her and even flinches when "blinky" tries to enthrall the boy in its tangled roots. Yet somehow the boy miraculously escapes without a scratch. She lets out a very audible sigh of relief.
"worried?" the agent comments, it sounds more like a statement than a question. She looked away from his eyes.
"didn't mean to be a bother Agent Six, I'm just concerned about the life an 11 year running around with murderous animals and plants but you'll have to excuse me I have yet sell my humanity." She remarks sarcastically. He didn't even raise a brow.
"your excused." he replies, her left eye twitches in annoyance as she leaves his side to go read Rex's bio and stress levels, she misses the slight crack on the agent's emotional mask.
No he didn't cringe and squirm every time the boy was in danger but didn't mean he didn't care… though he had tried very hard not to, he may have been a field agent, a mercenary, and if need be an executioner but he was not a soulless monster. It was very hard not to be concerned not when the first thing he had seen when he met the 10 year old were his confused and sorrowful tears followed by short sobs begging him to tell who he was, and why he couldn't remember anything but his own name.
He looks over to the Doctor who was concentrating on the boys reading. She was not suppose to get attached, he'd warned her from the beginning, explaining why it was dangerous but as he watched the boy jump over Mel and felt his breath stop for a nanosecond he couldn't help but realize… he was very attached to him too.