Hello! This is a variation of my fanfic, "A Little Spirit". I wrote this after a conversation I had with a friend late one night. It is pure fluff… I hope you enjoy! Once again this is a blooming romance between Six/Rex. I do not own Generator Rex MOA does. If I DID own Generator Rex, it would go like this:

SCREECH!

SHRIEK!

EEK!

EEEEE!

SCREECH!

SHRIEK!

Rex and Six flinched with every sound that came from their five-year-old's. Both fathers struggled to keep a proud smile on their faces so as not to discourage her sudden interest in the arts. Spirit was also trying to learn ballet from Kenwyn and how to draw and paint like her daddy. Papa was teaching her soccer. But violin was by far their most painful experience to date.

She fell in love with the violin after listening to her daddy and Auntie Kenwyn play "Nocturnes," by Frédéric François Chopin. Spirit was also learning the piano, but there was just something bout the stringed instrument that called out to her very soul and resonated with her. Too bad that everyone sounded as though they were torturing a cat when they first started to learn how to play…

EEEEEEE!

Spirit was proud of her playing despite the awful racket she was producing. Each lesson showed some improvement so she was learning.

Slowly.

Each day her blobs and stick figures looked more and more like people and things. Her drawing and painting were improving. Each day she spent more time on her toes and less on her butt. Her ballet was improving.

Spirit was a quick learner. It was only a matter of coordinating what she knew in her brain and felt in her heart with her motor skills. Just as Holiday predicted, Spirit was a little slow on the uptake when it came to those. She was also a little small for her age but Conrí assured them that it was likely because her mother, Catherine, was only five foot. While she was a little behind physically, Spirit was surprisingly advanced mentally…

This became particularly apparent when the little girl discovered reading. It was her favorite past time and she shared with everyone whether they wanted her to or not. She had a habit of following people around with a book or two in her hands. Spirit just assumed that since she never read this book that anyone else had either. Since everyone was so busy she made it her mission to read to them.

The little girl had gained a couple of new favorite stories, but the ultimate for her was still "Alice in Wonderland" even though she didn't understand most of it. The novel was just a silly bit of stuff and nonsense to most.

Wonderland was a world of absurdities and chaos. For Spirit, it was filled with color, something that the horribly monotone world lacked. The walls of Providence were white as were the ceilings and the floors. The machines were grey. The screens were black when not turned on. The grunts wore black and white. The grumpy fishie in his waterless tank wore white.

It didn't take long for the clever little girl to realize that the truly decent people in her world had color. Even the ones in her family who donned the black and white uniforms weren't faceless. They didn't wear those horrible helmets.

Mama wore green and sometimes pink. His eyes were green, vibrant, and lovely. Papa wore red and had orange goggles. His eyes were scarlet like the roses in London's Kensington Garden.

On an unrelated note, Spirit wasn't stupid. She knew that her mama was a man. She knew that he was her "daddy", but she wanted a mommy and since he sometimes wore a pink apron and was her primary caregiver, Six remained "mama" despite his best efforts to tell her otherwise. It took a couple of years but the poor agent eventually gave up and accepted his role…

As for, Auntie Holiday, she had pretty green-hazel eyes and wore orange even after all these years. She was kind of funny like that… Holiday kept saying weird stuff like "years ago", "when I was your age", and "after all this time" as though she was an old lady. Uncle Conrí wore a lot of blue and white. The blue he wore was usually dark and rich. It really brought out his pretty sky blue eyes.

Uncle Callan had soft brown eyes, golden blonde hair, and a smiling tan face. Uncle Cesar wore olive green even though his personality was so much more colorful and eccentric. Though when he would go on vacation he would return wearing a bright pink Hawaiian shirt and blinding turquoise shorts. It made him look ridiculous but neither he nor Uncle Callan could care less… Uncle Callan was "damn proud" to show off his quirky and crazy man.

Uncle Johnson had beautiful bright blue eyes that lit up when he smiled and lovely dark skin. Auntie Claire had hair the color of fire and eyes like the forest. Auntie Kenwyn had soft chestnut hair and brown eyes that were surprisingly soft and warm despite her stoic personality. Auntie Annie had hair as golden as the sun and eyes as blue as the sky. Her smile was so pretty and white…

The color white brought Spirit's thoughts back to the fishie man…

She often wondered how the fishie man could breath considering there was no water in his tank. But he seemed fine so she didn't dwell on such thoughts for long. He didn't like her anyway…

She sometimes wished that she had a pet… The fishie man wasn't much of a pet. He was too mean and not cuddly at all. Bobo was a terrible pet and he really smelled bad sometimes. There were times where Spirit was pretty certain that a skunk had farted in the monkey's mouth whenever he was acting strange and dizzy.

Papa and daddy often yelled at him for being drunk. Spirit had no idea what that meant. She just figured that he was going crazy like the people in Wonderland.

The little girl loved to observe people… She would find characteristics from the people in the books and compare them to the people in her life.

It wasn't always spot on…

Spirit, ever curious and clever, forgot to take the ever-changing nature of man into account. Despite her lessons and her love of books, Spirit was still a little girl at heart. She still managed to con her uncles and her daddies into playing dress up or tea party. Or both… Both was good. Both was better than good.

While the others didn't object too much, Uncle Cesar seemed to really enjoy dress up and tea parties. He didn't mind being a girl and wearing pretty hats and jewelry. Papa referred to him as the "fun" uncle. And he truly was a lot of fun!

Auntie Holiday didn't mind donning a top hat at those tea parties. She thought it was kind of funny that Spirit liked to dress the men like women and the women like men. Kenwyn even kind of liked the tea parties… After all, if it weren't for a certain little girl's big grey puppy eyes she would've never had found out how well she rocks a fedora and tie, something that drove her girlfriend, Annie, wild… As for Annie, looked fabulous in a plum purple pimp hat that just so happened to belong to Bobo…

Daddy blew up when he saw that. Papa kept trying to tell him that Bobo wasn't a pimp. Both of them had clammed up when Spirit asked them what a pimp was.

She never did find out…

The little girl sighed as she used rosin on her violin before packing it away. Her family was strange. They weren't anything like the families she saw at the park. For one thing she had two daddies. For another, she wasn't related to anyone but Uncle Conrí. They were odd but they were her family and she wouldn't have them any other way.

The siren blared.

Spirit covered her ears and began to cry…

She had nightmares about that accursed siren. Monsters. Monsters everywhere and not a friend in sight… It was horrible!

Sometimes she got lucky and her family would return to her safe and sound. Other times they would return to her injured and she would have to heal them. Spirit was no stranger to death though she had yet to experience one within her family.

Uncle Conrí read the entire Harry Potter series to her. Those books had a lot of death. Spirit cried over each one of the characters lost to the Grim Reaper.

Death became an incredibly terrifying concept for her. She wasn't sure she could heal death. Death was permanent. Booboos weren't. Six threaded his fingers through his baby girl's hair, kissing her forehead and whispering promises and reassurances that they would be back before she knew it and that no one would die.

Six knew exactly who was to blame for her fear of losing a loved one… The agent glared at the hacker and left with his husband and brothers-in-law, Callan and Cesar. Johnson and Kenwyn were already out the door.

Callan was lucky. Callan was thirty-nine. He seemed to agree with Six and Rex about this being to golden age to retire from fieldwork and move on to training and consulting. He will turn forty next month. Quite frankly he was looking forward to spending more time with the love of his life…

Cesar was ecstatic… So was Spirit.

Spirit rushed over to her remaining Uncle and Aunts. Claire and Annie had become Providence scientists and were now working under Holiday mostly. Though Cesar tended to steal them here and there with his charming smile and laid back attitude. Annie and Kenwyn shared a room and were practically married like her daddies were. It was the same with Claire and Johnson once she saw what a louse Noah was and once the agent finally got up the courage to ask her out.

With little else to do, Spirit sat down on the floor by her uncle's feet and watched the three women flit about their lab.

Conrí had ADHD… He preferred to work standing up so he could fidget as much as he wanted without feeling confined to a chair. He almost laughed at the dejected look on the little girl's face.

Everyone was busy and there was no one to play with. So Conrí turned on his AI and let it do his job for him. Once again he thanked his lucky stars that he blackmailed White into this position or else he would've been out of a job… Providence wasn't known for stealing technology but it would've been easy for them to steal his AI considering he had yet to paten it. There were a few bugs to work out before he officially sold it to the highest bidder…

Though namely her was waiting for his first ever real girlfriend to finally find the cure so they could leave this damn place. It took him a couple of years before he finally admitted that he loved the sarcastic scholar. It was a first for him… Conrí was never one to commit to a long-term relationship or to a relationship of any kind for that matter. Kids were out of the question too…

Every time he lost his temper, the hacker was reminded of his father, a monster of a man. He was fiercely determined to not become anything like him…

A wife beater…

A child abuser…

A drunken arsehole…

No…

He'll settle for being an Uncle thank you very much. He might not be the "fun" uncle but he'll settle for being the sexy one. Conrí was about to pick up his niece and plunk her on his lap to tell her a story about her mama when his mobile buzzed his ass, indicating that he had a text.

He whipped out his mobile…

"Tonight. 10 p.m. Roof. Nothing but a lab coat and heels." – Sugar Pants.

Conrí looked up and caught Holiday's eye. The sexy scientist winked and went right back to work. A smirk lit up the hacker's face.

Oh yeah… Life was good…

Conrí scooped up his niece and launched into a story about how her mommy claimed to be a hair styling expert and gave him a dye job using house paint. His hair was white and chunky for days! It took forever to wash out!

He told her about how he cried so hard when he lost his two front teeth and her mother comforted him. Conrí was just a little boy when he bit into a wax apple, thinking it was a real one. He was so startled to find that he lost his teeth that he swallowed that bit of wax and began wailing at the top of his lungs about how he was going to die. Catherine, his beloved sister, told him that he wasn't going to die. She said that he was going to poop candles though. Conrí began to panic all over again, convinced that the candles would be lit when they came out. Fire was hot! He burned himself on mommy's candles when he was younger.

That was when he got his first science lesson. Fire needs oxygen to burn. There was no oxygen in his bum so he would be fine. Of course there was a bit of methane in his bum but Catherine was kind enough to omit that part…

Spirit giggled her head off at her uncle's rather embarrassing story. Conrí hated to be made a fool of but he would willingly do it to get the little girl in his arms to laugh and watch those bright grey eyes of hers light up with amusement. This little giggles were music to his ears…

Oh if only the music Rex and Six were facing was as sweet…

Nothing is sweet about a grotesque gigantic monkey clown EVO with an accordion for a tail. Well… If anyone were to ask Six or Rex they would say that the accordion was the tail. There were just certain things that mankind was never meant to see…

A musical dong was one of them.

Worse yet was the fact that it appeared to be the EVO's main weapon… Needless to say, they were keeping their distance. Neither man was willing to add, "got cock slapped by a money's accordion penis" to their list of injuries on the field.

Six in particular was looking a little green… Rex would've normally laughed at that but he was pretty certain that his face was a similar color by this point. The husbands shared a look that clearly said that they would never again cringe at their daughter's violin screeching.

Not after hearing an accordion that sounded like…

Well…

A sick and deranged monkey masturbating in front of a crowd of crying children… In this case, Six, Rex, Callan, Johnson, and Knewyn were the crying children. Cesar was laughing his ass off…

All of the civilians were fortunately evacuated before this thing got too disturbing. Though Rex was willing to bet that there were a couple of kids who would need years of therapy after seeing this particular circus performer go mad.

It had been an actual monkey that shook a can of change at the audience while his owner played the accordion while standing on his head. Once that part of the show was over the monkey rejoined his owner and went EVO, merging with the poor clown.

It was settled… They were never taking Spirit to the circus. Hell, Six didn't even want to take her to the zoo ever again after being exposed to this…

Rex got tired of feeling like a Mexican jumping bean. He brought out his slam cannon and began firing chunks of concrete at the mutated man-chimp. Several pieces of large, heavy concrete slammed into the EVO.

Rex immediately felt terrible for what he had done…

The monkey began to cry…

Rex snuck up and cured it. The monkey was cured. The clown, however, was an entirely different story… The monkey panicked and screeched upon seeing his hideously altered master, clinging to Rex's head.

WAM!

The Latino just barely dodged as the accordion dong slammed into the ground. The monkey shrieked and tugged on his hair. Six felt his lips twitch up involuntarily as he heard Rex scream at the monkey about how he better not go bald. He combined his magna blades and slammed a random car into the clown.

They were going to have to contain it… The clown would likely find a home within the petting zoo. It was chaotic but not particularly evil. The bug jar was definitely the wrong place for this not so little guy. He was relatively harmless in comparison to the monsters that were typically stored there.

It was little surprise that the bug jar was home to the worst of the worst. The majority of the EVOs there would've been doing hard time.

Rex cringed and felt like smacking himself for even thinking that…

Six sighed, wondering what they were going to do regarding the creature. There was no way in hell he was going to have this in the petting zoo now that he had such a curious and inquisitive little girl on his hands.

Spirit loved the petting zoo… It was the only bit of Providence that held any color. It possessed a strange and dangerous beauty but it was nowhere near her Wonderland.

Good thing too or Six would have to worry about venturing into one of the most dangerous areas in Providence…

Rex agreed but it wasn't right to just condemn this odd looking yet relatively docile EVO to live with an evil despot like No Face and his band of merry assholes. The weird clown-thing wouldn't stand a chance!

Both men looked rather ill when Kenwyn suggested castration…

It was Callan who suggested that they take him to another branch in Providence, one that doesn't have a little girl…

Cesar laughed at the dumbfounded looks on their faces…

Six remained silent and glared at the elder Salazar.

Rex blamed his lack of insight on the horrible, horrible shock of a musical accordion wang.

So Six contacted Providence New York with a phony story regarding their zoo being filled up to the brim. Fortunately, Six had managed to get a hold of a young and very eager agent who had heard of Providence's top agent and his exploits. She seemed more interested in flirting than actually listening to what he had to say. It was more than a little aggravating for the thirty-five year-old…

What was worse was Rex that happened to be standing close enough to in…

His husband butted in on their conversation with his ear bud and first and foremost began to flirt with her. Six gave his husband of three years an incredulous look… Rex winked at him and finally managed to sweet talk her into sending someone to pick up Mr. Accordion Penis.

Even though Six knew that the flirtation meant nothing it still stung. He was not pleased… Rex met his love's glare and rolled his eyes. He grabbed the collar of the agent's swat suit and pulled him into a searing kiss in front of the world.

Literally.

That obnoxious Diane Farrah the "news" reporter had been following them around ever since she ran that story about Providence. Well… it was more about Six and how perfect the agent was. Rex hated that woman even back then…

The Latino suspected that he had always loved Six in one way or another growing from admiration to infatuation to love… Whatever thoughts lingering in his mind flew out the window as soon as Six responded earnestly. The agent wove his fingers through his young love's hair and held him close as he deepened the kiss.

Unfortunately Diane had gone up in the world so the kiss was live and quickly went viral…

Needless to say, Conrí was howling with laughter when they got home. He brought it up on the big screen and hit play. The story was love in the middle of the battlefield. How even at times of war against "Godzilla" and the like, there was always time for a little love… Even amongst Providence's top agents.

Spirit stared up at the image of her daddies kissing in the middle of the ruins of Reno, Nevada and smiled.

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage," Spirit wisely said, quoting Lao Tzu, the founder of Taoism.

Everyone stared at the little girl in surprise, especially her daddy, who was very into Eastern cultures and religions. He raised an eyebrow and wondered just what his baby girl spent her time reading.

Spirit flashed her "Mama" and "Papa" a grin before asking her uncle to save the video onto an external for them.

Conrí shook his head in amusement and messed up his little niece's curly hair. He added it to his own personal family file. As unconventional as they were, it felt nice to have a family like this…

In "A Little Spirit" Claire is still with Noah and will be with him off and on. She'll eventually leave him for Scott (an OC) in my future squeal "Goes a Long Way". Scott is a little younger than her in THAT story so putting her with him in "Baby Spirit" would mean she's dating a NINE-year-old. Ew. So I put her with Johnson in this one. Johnson will eventually hook up with Jolene in "Goes a Long Way". She's OC in "A Little Spirit", in fact, she's Spirit's first ever child friend. The age difference between Edwin (Johnson) and Jolene is seven years. He meets her between stories while training new grunts.