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It was frustrating. Ever since he gave them their ranks the team was breaking down. Dos had become unbearable, always casually bringing up his high number to rub in the others' faces, especially Six's. Trey was indifferent to his rank. He was just his usual annoying self but the others were starting to tolerate it less. Five was especially harsh with Trey. He began to wonder if the Cajun was not purposefully annoying her because he secretly had a crush on her. IV no longer trusted Five or Six. He thought they were after his number. Six might have been but Five had other things on her mind… like killing a certain two-timing ex-boyfriend.

But what really concerned him was the in-fighting had gotten so bad over the past year that they were barely speaking to each other. Any communications they had unless it was just terse orders usually deteriorated into fights… not little verbal spars but knock down drag out fights. Often he had to physically separate them less they end up killing each other. He didn't even have them training together anymore. When Five caught Six with another woman she almost bludgeon him to death during a training session. One didn't interfere knowing that Six deserved it. But afterwards he scheduled their sessions separately. With the way things are going he knew it was just a matter of time before it caught up with them.

Six was extremely embarrassed by the revelation of his youthful indiscretions to Holiday. He hoped she would not take it to mean he was still the same way. Although he had to wonder what she really thought of him when they met after his memory loss. Did she think he was still like that? Would she reject him based on just that?

He pushed all his insecurities aside and tried to finish his story.

After One gave us our numbers, things got tense. During missions it was clear that we had become competitive and were no longer working together. I especially took every opportunity to try to show the others up. It went on for a year and we got more and more sloppy in our work. Then came the fateful mission in Malaysia.

Dos told us it was a simple mission.

"We go in, assassinate the prime minister and we leave."

"If it's that simple why do they need all of us?" Five asked.

"Do you think there will be no security? We need to take them out as well as devise distractions to keep the authorities busy." Dos snapped uncharacteristically. Dos glared at her. They were on poor terms after the near disaster in Buenos Aires where Five left Dos to face a horde of angry ranchers.

"So what's the plan?" IV asked.

"Two of us will provide a diversion by derailing the commuter train. We will set off some small explosives before the train reaches the junction. It will look like an accident. While the majority of their police and military forces are taking care of the disaster, two will take out the security in the prime minister's compound; I will go in and take care of the prime minister."

"Wait, does One know about this mission?" I asked suspiciously.

Dos stared daggers at me. "This mission came unexpectedly. I didn't have time to consult him. The payment was impossible to pass up."

"So you went behind his back?" I was dangerously challenging him. Although I was upset at One for ranking me so low I was still loyal to him.

"I merely made a prudent decision in his absence. Are you in or do we need to replace you? Shouldn't be hard for such a low number. " Dos said in his fake amicable voice.

I gritted my teeth. He always knew how to get to me. "I'm in." I growled.

Dos gave us our assignments. Five and Trey were to set off explosives along the commuter rail, while IV and I took out the security in the compound. Dos was going to get into the facilities, take out the target and get out before they even knew what hit them. It seemed like a pretty straightforward hit.

We entered Malaysia through Thailand and made our way down to Putrajaya where the prime minister's office was located. We had arrived a day early to do some reconnaissance. We spent the day gathering information. At night we were left to our own devices. Trey talked me into accompanying him to the nearest bar… for entertainment.

"Hey, can I get a drink 'round here?" Trey called to the bartender. Fortunately, the man knew enough English to slide over a drink which Trey grabbed and began gulping down. He then grinned at some girls and went over to talk to them. I sat sullen. The bartender passed one down to me but I wasn't thirsty. I just stared at it. The mission wasn't sitting well with me. Maybe because Master hadn't approved it or maybe there was something else but I couldn't see it at that moment.

"Well, you look like you just lost your best friend." The man next to me said cheerfully while taking a sip of his drink.

I looked over at the man who had addressed me.

"And what's with the sunglasses?"

I didn't answer and went back to staring at my drink.

"Hey, now don't be offended. You can wear whatever you want. Name's Knight." He stuck out his hand. I don't know what possessed me but I shook his hand but didn't offer my name.

"So's stranger, not talkative are ya? Well, don't worry I can gab enough for both of us." He seemed to amuse himself as he chuckled. Then leaning closer and in a low confidential tone said, "I know you're here to do a job."

Alarmed I reached for my katana but he chuckled again.

"Now, son, don't worry. I'm not here to blow your cover. I'm just looking to recruit."

"Recruit?" I finally spoke.

"Yeah, you know, got a big job and can't run it myself. Gotta find some good people I can trust to work with." He said good-naturedly.

"Well, you can't trust mercenaries." I replied.

"True, but I got good instincts and there's something about you that says… trustworthy."

He seemed pleased with himself.

"Sorry, not interested." I hoped he would leave.

"Too bad. Well, if you ever change your mind…" He handed me a card. I stared at it a moment before I slipped it into my pocket. I was pretty sure I would never see it again.

Just then a man came flying over the bar and into the wall of bottles before falling and taking half of them down. I cursed and turned around.

Trey had somehow gotten himself into a fight. I jumped in to help him as several men clung to his massive frame. I pulled one man off and punched him. Trey shook the other two off his arms, grabbed the one directly behind him and threw him across the room. As I turned around I saw a man directly behind me about to smash a chair over my head when he was knocked out by the man I was just talking to. He had a wide grin.

"Haven't been in a bar fight in a while. Kinda fun." He grabbed a random man from the crowd and knocked him out. I ducked as a fist swung from behind me and kicked backwards; my foot catching him in the stomach. I knocked another assailant away as Knight head-butted one. We stood back to back as the patrons of the bar surrounded us.

"I got an idea. Trust me?" He asked me.

"Don't have much choice do I?" I replied.

He grabbed one of my arms and swung me around. I got the gist and stiffened my legs so that the impact would hurt more. The men fell like dominoes. I slowed to a stop. Knight then put his hands together and crouched low. I understood what he wanted me to do as one foot stepped into his hands; he threw me into the air. I did a back-flip and landed behind the rest of the men. I attacked from behind while Knight attacked from the front. As most of the men laid at our feet, we heard sirens.

"Oops, it's the cops. They don't look kindly to foreigners starting brawls. I suggest you take your friend and high-tail it outta here."

I nodded and grabbed Trey who at the moment was trying to break a man's femur with his hands.

"Let's go, Trey. Don't want to be thrown in jail before the mission's completed." I hissed.

He reluctantly let go of the screaming man and followed me to the men's room. We quietly snuck out the window just as the cops were coming in.

Dos was very annoyed when he learned of the fight. So much so that he switched our assignments. That was the first mistake. I was now stuck setting the explosives with Five. Trey was now working with IV to take out the security. Dos wanted Trey close to keep an eye on him.

I tried to make the best of the situation but working with Five was not easy seeing as she was…annoyed at me. We set the explosives without talking to each other which was the second mistake.

At the appointed time nothing happened. I glared at her.

"I thought you set the fuse?"

"No, you nit. You were suppose to."

"Oh, great!" I ran to where the explosion was supposed to happen. I could see the train coming fast. I could still set the bomb off but it was risky. I set the fuse but then cut it to shorten it and lit it by hand. I ran hoping I had enough time. I heard and felt the force of the explosion as I jumped for cover.

When I looked up I realize to my horror that instead of the train derailing into the hole the explosion made, the explosion had blew up after the train passed over it. It was torn in two causing much more fatalities then if it had just derailed.

I stood gaping at the carnage. I didn't even feel Five grabbing me and shouting that we had to leave now. I let her drag me away. I couldn't stop staring at the child's shoe that lay in the field.

I later learned that because of the delay in the explosions it put Trey and IV's timing off. They had started arguing about what to do when some of the security guards caught them. Instead of stealthily taking them out, it turned into a straight out gun fight. When security learned of the bombing of the train, they brought out military artillery. IV's hand nearly got blown off. Luckily we managed to save it but he lost his pinky.

Dos was unable to get near the prime minister. So he ended up blowing up half the building with an impulse grenade. The prime minister survived but many of the people around the area didn't.

It was a disaster. We regrouped at the designated spot, a new construction at the edge of the city, but we were wanted fugitives. It also didn't help that we were at each other's throats.

"What happened?" Dos snapped at Five and me.

"He forgo' to se' the bloomin' charge." She accused me.

"You didn't tell me. IV said you were going to do it." I protested.

"This is your fault!" IV snarled at me.

"How is getting your hand mangled my fault?" I scoffed. "You weren't fast enough to avoid the missiles."

Trey laughed, "He's bandage catch on a branch."

IV turned his glare at him. "I don't recall you coming to help me either."

"Enough!" Dos snapped. "Right now we need to concentrate on getting out. We will deal with whose fault it is later." He looked especially at me.

I defiantly returned his look.

Suddenly, we heard helicopters overhead and saw spotlights shining from above. They were searching for us. We hid in the shadows and waited until they passed. We had to get out of the city towards Tanjong Sepat, a fishing village along the Straits of Malacca. There we hoped to catch a boat out and back into Thailand.

We split up to avoid detection. I left on my own. I "borrowed" a bicycle and rode it through the dark empty streets. I rode all night and reached the town around dawn.

Unfortunately, all coastal towns were on alert. There were military and police patrolling every fishing vessel. I ditched the bike. I passed through a yard where some clothes were drying on a line. I took some off the line and put it on. The sunglasses were last to go. I had to blend in. As I wandered around the town I spotted some police coming my direction. I grabbed a paper off a newspaper stand and pretended to read it, covering my face. The men walked past never even glancing at me. But I was confronted with blurry mug shots of all our faces on the front page. It also included a picture of the devastated train. I gulped down the bile that was rising in my throat as I replaced the paper. I had to find the rest and get out now.

I casually strolled over to the pier and looked out at the fishing boats. I walked over to one and leaned against the wooden rail to look at a particular one. An old man wandered over and stood next to me.

"Nice boat." He said loudly in the Malay Language.

"Yes." I answered in kind. I knew who it was.

"Have you seen the others?" He whispered quietly.

"No. You're the first." I whispered back.

"If they don't show up in the next 10 minutes we're taking that boat and leaving."

I tried not to look at him but the annoyance was in my voice as I snapped." So we're just going to leave them?"

"They can fend for themselves."

"That's low." I hissed.

"Just as low as when Five left me." He retorted.

"That was different."

"Not to me."

Luckily, I saw Five out of the corner of my eye. She had on a traditional woman's dress complete with headscarf to hide her pink hair. I guess I wasn't the only one to raid a clothes line.

She stood a few feet away from us seeing as in this culture men and women were not to mingle so freely.

"Where's the o'hers?" She whispered quietly.

"Dos, says we're only waiting 10 minutes and then we're leaving." I answered.

Something flicked across her eyes and then it vanished replaced by a cold hard stare.

"Fine."

"What?" I asked incredulous.

"He's the leader on this."

"So you don't care about the others?"

"Since when did they care abou' me? Or you?" She countered looking out sideways careful not to completely turn her head.

I didn't answer knowing it would do no good to talk about it right now.

I glanced over at Dos. He neither acknowledge me nor what Five had said.

"I'm going to look for them." I announced turning around and walking back towards town.

"If you're not back in 8 minutes you are on your own." Dos said.

I didn't waste time answering. I ran through the streets trying to discretely look for Trey and IV. I had no idea where to look first or even where to begin. All I knew was I had to do something. Even though they weren't my favorite people, I couldn't abandon them.

I spotted Trey's massive frame in an alley way. Unfortunately, so did the police.

"Stop!" They ordered him in their language.

Trey grinned evilly. He cracked his knuckles and advanced. The police opened fired. I jumped in between them and blocked the bullets with my katana.

"Run!" I ordered Trey.

Trey frowned. "I'm not running from a fight."

"Now's not the time to argue. GO!" I yelled as I blocked more bullets. Trey paused a moment before complying. I backed away still blocking bullets and then ran after him.

He headed into a cannery by the water. It was closed but using my katana I broke the lock and we ran inside. Locking the door we ran to the back. We heard the police battering the door trying to get in. We were trying to find a way out but before we could find one the police broke in. We ran into a room filled with mazes of stacked boxes ready to be transported. We scrambled behind some boxes and waited. I hoped I wouldn't have to face them and they would give up and leave. No such luck as I saw 4 officers enter the room. I looked above me. I spotted an open window a few feet from the highest stack. If I climbed up the boxes I could jump to the window. I frowned. What would I do about Trey? Before I could think of an answer, Trey jumped out and attacked the officers. I cursed as I watched him take the officers by surprise. One fired his weapon but Trey knocked it out of his hand and the gun fired harmlessly into the air. I used the butt of my katana to knock out another officer who was about to shoot Trey. I kicked the gun out of the hands of another before knocking him out. Trey made short work of the other two but we had made too much noise and we heard reinforcements coming. I grabbed Trey and pointed to the window up top.

"Think you can make that?" I asked. He looked blankly at me for a second before he smiled and nodded. We climbed up the boxes. As I was pulling myself up the last box, a bullet barely missed my hand. I looked down to see a flood of police come into the room.

I cupped my hands and yelled to Trey. He put his foot in my hands as I gave him a boost. He flew through the air and grabbed the edge of the window sill and pulled himself up and out. As I got ready to jump I was met with a barrage of bullets. Ignoring the flying projectiles I leapt up and flew through the window. I landed on one knee on the other side. I looked up and saw Dos glaring at me. Behind him stood Trey, Five and IV. I guess IV found them while I was out looking for him and Trey.

"What did you do?" He snarled.

"Me? I was trying to save Trey!" I snapped.

"You've forced my hand." Dos said contemptuously. He pulled out several impulse grenades and threw them around the building. He also tossed one through the window I had come out of. My eyes widened as I realized what he meant to do.

We ran towards the pier and dove into the water as the building exploded into flames. I heard screaming from inside. Using the chaos we were able to get onto a nearby fishing boat. We threw the occupants into the water and sailed away unnoticed back to Thailand and home.

The group had returned in disarray. When he finally sorted through their stories he understood what happened. Dos had gone behind his back. One had turned down this particular mission because it involved killing and not for a particularly good reason. Then Dos made several tactical errors. But everyone laid the blame on Six. He could see the boy was fed up.

"Master," He came up to One the next day and took off his shades. "Why am I Six?"

One sighed and stood up from where he was meditating to face him, "Because you are not as deadly as the others. You are not a cold blooded killer nor are you without a conscience. You value life."

Six seemed taken back by this. Then his eyes grew hard. "No, I am deadlier than you think. I'm going to prove it. But since none of you will let me do it here, I'm leaving."

One was speechless. He had not expected this. "Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving and I'm not coming back till I'm One." Six slapped his shades back on and stormed out.

One's shoulders slumped as he sank back down to his meditation mat. He had failed. He hoped that Maisy could forgive him.

Holiday looked at Six expectantly.

"So what happened after the failed mission?"

"I left." Six answered flatly.

"What?"

"The others blamed me for the failure but I knew they were just looking for a scapegoat. I knew if I stayed I could never rise in the ranks. And I wanted to be higher than where I was."

"Why?" She asked softly.

"Pride." He answered candidly.

"So where did you go?"

" I called Knight. I think you can guess who that was." He smirked.

Holiday nodded, "So that's how you and White Knight started working together."

"We did a few jobs together. The last one was in the Caspian Sea. That's all I remember. The next thing I knew I was on a medical table in the lab looking at faces I didn't know."

"I remember. It must have been disorienting."

"I lost six years of memories." He growled frustrated.

"I know." Rebecca said gently. "But you're making new ones and as you told Rex once, `You need to live`."

Six looked at her, "I did? That was surprisingly… wise."

"You're a wise man, Six." It was her turn to smirk.

"I wish I could remember it.

"You will someday. Or if you don't we'll be here for you."

Six glanced at her hoping to be able to read what she was thinking, if she meant she personally will be there for him or a generic be there for him, but for once her face showed nothing he could understand.

"All those poor people." She muttered softly thinking back to the story.

Inwardly, Six winced. That was not a good sign. Maybe Holiday can't see him as anything but a cold-blooded killer. He looked away but his eyes snapped back to her when she started speaking.

"So you left to try to become One? Did that mean you were going to go back and finish off your own Master one day?" She asked.

Six started. He wasn't thinking of killing his Master. He was the only one in the world at that time who cared for him. He just wanted to be the best. For the longest time while working with Knight he was working to become hard-hearted. He tried to kill all sentimental emotions and wrap his heart in a case so tough nothing could seep through. But he must have failed somewhere because here he was. He loved and cared for this family he had inherited. He cared for Rex and wanted to see him grow up to be the great hero he knew he could be. He wanted to grow old with Rebecca and be with her through the good and the bad. He even sort of liked the chimp but he would never ever admit that out loud. White Knight was his friend and even though they were at odds his death weighed heavily on him. He only cared about Caesar because of what he means to Rex. He realized the list of people he genuinely wanted to protect and keep safe was starting to grow. It used to be that he only watched out for himself but now… It had become more complicated and complex. The strange thing was he didn't mind. He actually felt whole for the first time.

"Well?" Rebecca prompted.

"No," Six admitted. "I was angry and wanted to show him that I could be the best."

Rebecca got up. For a minute Six was afraid she was leaving. She walked toward the door. His heart sank as she reached for the panel. So she couldn't accept him. Well, he knew it was a gamble and that there was the possibility of her leaving him. He tried to steel himself for the rejection but knew it was not going to be easy. He could already feel heaviness in his chest growing. He found it difficult to breath.

But to his surprise, Rebecca merely made sure that the door was locked before walking back to him. He was even more surprise when she slipped her arms around his waist and gave him a hug. She buried her head deep into his chest and held on firmly.

As expected, Rebecca felt him automatically stiffen. Then slowly he relaxed. She knew he didn't like unwanted contact but too bad. She knew he needed this. After a few minutes she felt his arms go around her and his chin rested on her head. They were silent for a long time.

"Does this mean you'll stay?" He asked his usual monotone voice husky with emotion.

Rebecca chuckled into his chest. Without looking up, she said teasingly, "What do you think?"

Six gently let go of her. He took off his shades and looked into her beautiful green eyes. They were bright and happy.

"I love you, Six. Always have, always will. Not because of what you've done or what you can do but because of who you are." She said sincerely.

Unexpectedly, Six's lips crashed down on hers. One hand was on her head pushing her lips closer to his, the other tightly wounded around her waist. Holiday was so surprised that she actually stiffened but quickly surrendered to his kiss.

They broke apart for a second long enough for him to whisper, "I love you." Before kissing her again. Her hands found their way around his neck and held him tight.

It seemed like forever before they finally pulled apart, gasping for air with their foreheads touching.

"It's getting late." Rebecca said regretfully.

Six nodded, put his shades back on, and they left the office arms still wrapped around each other. They walked to her room. Rebecca opened her door, kissed him one more time before letting the door slide closed.

Six stood outside her door a while before a slow smile spread across his face. He shoved his hands in his pocket and walked back to his room.

0o0

The next morning Holiday walked into the cafeteria tired but happy. She spotted Rex, Caesar, her sister, and Callan all at the same table. Beverly smiled and gave a little wave. Rebecca acknowledged them with a smile and a wave. She got a tray, fixed herself a plate of food, and got some coffee before sitting down with them.

"Shoot, " she muttered. "Forgot a fork." She excused herself and went back to the cafeteria line. As she was walking there she passed by the door which slid opened to allow Six to walk in.

Holiday smiled warmly at him, "Good morn…" She never finished her greeting as Six gently grabbed her waist and kissed her full on the lips.

The whole cafeteria went silent. Six let go of her and walked over to the coffee station and made himself a cup. Not a sound was heard except the sounds of Six's shoes clicking on the tile and coffee being poured. Rex had his fork midway in the air between his plate and mouth. Whatever food that was on it had long slipped off. His jaw had dropped. Six walked back to the door, along the way he passed by the table. He reached over and snapped Rex's mouth shut, then continued his way out the door. Rebecca had stood rooted to the spot the whole time every function had ceased to work. But as Six nodded to her as he left she had the presence of mind to nod back.

Six walked down the hall. Midway down the hall he heard the cafeteria erupt into cheers. He hid a smile by sipping his still boiling hot coffee.

That was how all of Providence found out they were a couple.

There's an epilogue I want to write before I end this story. I realize that it's dangerous writing in depth about the main characters especially ones that people feel so strongly about. So this is just my take on Six. I'm sure everyone has their own take on him. Sorry if you didn't like it. Thank you to all reviewers as usual. It helps me become a better writer when I get feed back. As for continuing writing, I'm sorry. I think I'm all written out. I started writing in the summer because I was bored and I was very annoyed with how the series ended. Now I have to teach and they gave me some crazy classes so I need to focus. Maybe if I have time I'll write a drabble here or there. BTW I don't do lemons, limes, slashes, or anything I would be embarrassed that my son could read.