CUSSWORDS! Okay you have been warned. Enjoy
Holiday was chewing the pencil, again. Her eyes moved from one screen to another as she leaned back in the chair. One screen was the monitor in which she could watch for spikes in Rex's nanites- as he was out in the field. Another was monitoring Bobo- but that last screen made her teeth sink deeper into the bitter wood of her pencil. She looked down at her right arm and then her left arm- where two strips of blue sticky gauze stopped the bleeding. It was damn hard to draw your own blood and even worse when you were drawing it with your weaker hard. She had drawn it a second time because she didn't want to believe what the results had said. But there it was. IN pure black and white on the screen. Her stomach sank. Tears started to well in her eyes. Why couldn't she just have been bipolar? That was a lot simpler than this. She threw the pencil and stood up. She made the three steps to the microscope. She bit her lip as she fought back the urge to scream. The slide just confirmed what the tests said.
She walked away from the microscope and crossed her arms over her chest. The more she thought about it the madder she got. No. It couldn't be something easy. It couldn't just be one thing. That would be too easy. No she had to have several things. The tears welled in her eyes again. She had effectively thrown all of the other scientists out of the lab- it was a good thing to. She was going to break. Through tears in her eyes she glanced up at the security camera. She shook her head. Not this time. White would not see her tantrum- and by god she was about to have one. Her entire body was trembling as she walked into the small bathroom. She glanced around and growled as she saw a pair of feet in one of the stalls. She bit her lip and walked out. She looked around the lab and shook her head. She headed over to the closet. She walked in and shut it behind her. The darkness consumed her and the tears started trailing hot streaks down her face. Anger was sitting in her chest, burning her heart and itching the back of her eyes. She fell to her knees and slammed her fist against the cold concrete floor- once….twice…and again. She couldn't contain it any longer.
"GODDAMMIT! MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! WHY DOES THIS BULLSHIT HAVE TO FUCKING HAPPEN TO ME!" She crossed her arms over her chest. There she felt better. She wiped the tears from her face and forced herself to stand up. She straightened her skirt and smoothed first her hair and then her coat. She took several deep breaths and walked back out into the world.
Holiday froze as she looked at a pair of deep brown eyes. Rex's eyes were the six of dinner plates and the Monkey's jaw was practically unhinged. A horrible blush took over her face as she realized just why their faces were registering such shock. She furrowed her brows. Great, now what was she going to do.
"Doc….um…er…" Rex started. She looked up at him and forced the tears back. She put on a smile and held the back of her hand up, covering the tip of her forefinger with her thumb.
"I broke a nail." She lied. Rex nodded slowly. She looked over him. No big wounds, no obvious trauma. That was a good think. Six frowned at the dark haired doctor.
"Rex, do a few laps while I debrief the doctor." Six said. He could feel him staring at her. Rex nodded and he and the chimp took off. Holiday snorted and walked past the agent. She quickly switched the bad monitor off.
"SO I take it… it was a pretty simple mission." She said and turned around. He was standing right behind her. Dammit did she hate when he did that.
"Holiday, you just let out a string of curses that could make a sailor cringe."
" I did not." She snorted. Six crossed his arms over his chest and stepped in front of her as she tried to walk past him.
"What did you find out?" The tears were welling in her eyes. She was not going to cry in front of him. Not this time. She took a deep and rather shaky breath and picked up a stack of papers. She walked over to the table and sat down spreading –almost- all of the papers out on the table.
"Well. There's this genetic disorder that runs in my family- it usually skips a generation but for some reason…" She Stopped as he sat down. "Hypertryptophanemia. It can cause mood swings." She pushed the report across the table to him. "Too much tryptophan in the blood." Six looked over the papers then looked back up at her.
"Is it curable?"
"Curable…not completely. It is manageable though through medicine and proper diet." She looked down at the table. He was staring at her.
"What else?" How did he do that? How was he able to see right through her? Well, he knew there was something else, she might as well tell him some of it.
"On top of that, I have high levels of iron and lead in my blood. It seems that some of the chemicals I'm working with are preventing my body from processing metals properly. " She said. He cocked his eyebrow.
"And?"
"Son of a bitch." She growled earning the other eyebrow raised by Six. She blushed again. "I'm sorry."
"What else, Holiday?" He said. She snorted. By god she was going to make the last thing she told him so believable that he would drop it. She sunk back in her chair and looked at him. She was enjoying being mad because that kept her from bawling.
"Six. My cycle is like clockwork. I should have started yesterday morning. I haven't. As I told you last night, it is not possible for me to be pregnant. The hormones in the birth control would not have affected me for three years. My hormones are also off kilter and driving me crazy. There? You happy now?" She couldn't see it but he was blinking at her with wide eyes. He was staring at her. She looked away and her face crinkled. She was going to cry. The metal scraped backwards as he pushed the chair back. She crossed her arms over her chest as he walked over to her. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled- gently pulled- her to stand up. He stood in front of her and her brows furrowed.
"You forgot stress and anxiety." He said. She looked up at him as one damned traitorous tears slipped from her face. He brought his hand up and wiped the tear away with a thumb. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she swore he had to hear it. Her breath hitched as he spoke to her. She watched his mouth move but no words reached her ears. She was hypnotized by him. Her eyes misted over as she looked up at his shades. She reached up and pulled his sunglasses from his face and his mouth stopped moving. She looked down at the glasses then back up to Six. His face was just as emotionless and blank as ever. She didn't care. She reached up and touched his neck with her free hand. Her eyes met as she closed the distance between them. He didn't move. NO reaction. She kissed him gently, not expecting a reaction- but needing that touch. Fire coursed through her as his hands moved to her waist and he actually kissed her back. She felt as if she was going to melt. She broke the kiss and looked at his neck as he took his sunglasses back. After replacing them, he set his cheek against her head.
"Six…I…I'm sorry." She said taking in his scent. She waited for him to say something but the nothing he said was just as good. Then bad.
Something was wrong. Her entire body went rigid. Her breath started coming in labored bursts and her pulse started sky rocketing.
"Holiday?" She looked up at him and pushed herself backwards. She trembled- her body was going into shock.
"Six. I need…to lay down." She said grabbing at the chair. She heard six curse as her legs went limp. The world went black. Her eyes fluttered open to see the ceiling tiles flashing by. She looked over at Six before unconsciousness took her again.
Darkness swirled within her. Things were lurking just beyond her each. Soft furry things. Horribly monstrous things. But in the darkness there was a hand. A hand reaching out for hers. She took the hand and was pulled from the murky nothingness. Two strong arms enveloped her and she felt safe. She looked up at his face. Her hand pulled his sunglasses away but there were no eyes beneath those protective shades. Only empty sockets. She tried to push herself away but the hands so softly on her back quickly turned to talons digging into her back. She could feel the warm rush of blood as her flesh was torn. A scream tried to escape her but nothing came out. Suddenly, she was pushed away. She fell to her knees. She stared at the ground as she coughed. She began to cough and her eyes grew wide as with each cough blood and black spots appeared – splattering her hands and the dirt around them. She looked up her eyes welling with tears. Six's empty eyes looked down at her. Suddenly, before she could react she was thrown backwards by a strong swift kick. That loosened the scream.
"Holiday!" She was ripped from the nightmare as Six shook her. She blinked her eyes open and shot up from the bed. She was trembling.
"A nightmare." She said, her voice shaking with fear and laughter. Six sat back down in his chair as she moved to the side of the bed.
"You aren't telling me something." She turned to look at him.
"What?"
"You need to tell me everything, doctor, for me to help." Her nose curled up. Even after that tender show of affection, he referred to her as doctor? Even under normal circumstances he usually at least called her Holiday.
"I"ve told you all you need to know, Agent Six." He didn't say anything. He stood up and turned to walk out of the door, as he started to walk out he tossed some papers onto the table. She felt cold and alone as the door hissed closed. She eyed those papers suspiciously. Before she stood up she brought her hand up to touch her lips. She actually kissed him- and he kissed her back. Was that her doing or was it…. She shook the thought from her head. Dangerous territory. She stood up and walked over to the table. She stared at the papers in horror. With a shaking hand she fanned them out. He knew.
"Dear god…" He knew. She brought her hand to cover her mouth. He had read the report on her abnormal nanite readings.