Hello! 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:
Spirit awoke early the next morning. She was cocooned in the arms of her beloved fathers. Spirit snuggled against Rex. She was so happy when he said that she could call him "papa".
Spirit heard purring and looked up. She let out a silent giggled upon seeing Magic Fluffball sound asleep across Six's forehead. The little kitten was sleeping on his back, enabling the sun to warm his belly.
The kitten mewed and began to paw at the air as though he were chasing something. Magic Fluffball wriggled around so much he fell off of Six's forehead with a squeak. Spirit laughed her little butt off, shaking the bed enough to wake her poor exhausted fathers.
"Waz sho funny?" Rex slurred sleepily.
Spirit grinned and signed, "Magic Fluffball was sleeping on his back on daddy's forehead. He had a dream where he was chasing something and fell off!"
Rex chuckled and hugged her.
Six yawned, "White doesn't pay us enough to deal with strange hours…"
Rex nodded, "Tell me about it."
The teen yawned and rested his chin on the top of Spirit's head.
Six sat up with a groan. He stretched and sighed.
"So what are you going to do today, baby? Did you finish your homework?" Six asked sleepily.
Spirit nodded, "I want to go to the library. I had a strange dream before Mr. Puppy King said hi. I want to know what it meant!"
Rex smiled, "Puppy King…"
He chuckled.
Six and Spirit looked at him oddly.
Rex plopped his pillow on top of his face and groaned.
"Is papa okay?"
Six nodded, "Papa didn't sleep very well. We're going to rest for a bit more. Why don't you go get a shower and make yourself some oatmeal this morning?"
Spirit nodded and slipped out of the room. Magic Fluffball yawned and curled up on top of Rex's pillow, which was still on top of the teen's face.
Rex muttered something that sounded like, "Stumped hat."
Six flopped back down, "Hmm?"
Rex lifted the pillow off of his face, "Stupid cat."
Magic Fluffball gave an indignant meow before hopping off and cuddling up to Six's throat.
The agent chuckled, "I think you hurt Mr. F's feelings."
Rex grumbled unintelligibly and rolled over, attaching himself to Six like a python.
Spirit got out a big serving tray and made green tea for daddy and herself. Papa didn't like tea or coffee. He liked juice in the morning so she poured him a big glass of grapefruit juice. Spirit flitted about the kitchen making three nice sized bowls of oatmeal. Daddy liked peaches and honey in his. Papa preferred blueberries and raspberries. Spirit liked strawberries and bananas.
Spirit tried to lift the tray and frowned when she found it was too heavy. A grunt entered the kitchen and she ran over and tugged on his hand.
"Can you help me? I want to take breakfast to my daddies but it's too heavy," Spirit signed, giving the poor grunt her best puppy eyes.
The grunt grinned behind his mask. That was twenty bucks his friend owed him. He knew that Six and Rex were dating! He said nothing, but patted the little girl on the head and picked up the tray.
Spirit grinned and hugged him before skipping off to her daddies' room. The grunt obediently followed.
Spirit turned to him with a smile and signed, "Don't tell anyone their secret or daddy will make scary faces at you."
The grunt shivered. He wouldn't dare go against Six or Rex for that matter. He had known Six long enough to know that even though the stoic agent usually kept his anger in check, when he lost it, it was legendary… Rex was hot blooded, emotional, and quick to anger so…
The grunt nodded and Spirit knocked on the door.
Rex groaned and yawned, "Come in…"
Spirit opened the door with a big cheery smile. The grunt hid behind her as best as he could…
Rex sat up and flopped back down. He began to panic…
'Oh God… What if he tells White?'
Six sat up and glared down his nose at the grunt, who began shaking a bit. Spirit giggled silently and ran over to her daddies, hopping up on to the bed.
The grunt handed the tray to the frightening agent.
"You will not mention this to anyone, Johnson," Six said darkly.
"Yes sir. Your daughter made it perfectly clear that if I did you'd make scary faces at me," Johnson readily agreed, wondering how Six knew it was him.
Six raised an eyebrow, "Get back to work."
"Y-Yes sir."
Spirit pouted, "Daddy that was mean! He already promised!"
Six sighed, "I know baby. I'm just making sure. Papa and I are a secret okay? Only family can know about us because White wouldn't be happy. He's mean like Noah."
Spirit nodded.
Rex finally sat up, "Whatever. Lets eat."
Spirit scrunched up her nose at how grumpy Papa was.
She sat at the foot of the bed and began to eat her oatmeal. Rex yawned and smiled tiredly.
"Thank you mija," he said, rubbing his eyes.
Spirit smiled brightly at him and continued to eat.
Six smiled as he sipped his tea, "This was very thoughtful of you baby."
Rex yawned again…
"What's wrong papa?" Spirit asked.
"I didn't sleep well. I kept having nightmares that everyone turned into clowns. Ghostly white faces kind of creep me out. Uncle Cesar said that I would hide under my bed during Dia de los Muertos when I was a kid," he admitted with a blush.
Spirit teared up a bit, "Did Boboette scare you?"
Rex grinned, "No. Now that was funny."
Six smirked, "You should get a picture of him the next time she dresses him up."
Rex laughed, "If I had a facebook account, that's where it would go."
Six chuckled, "Send it to that obnoxious news crew that always seems to follow us wherever we go."
Rex smirked, "Maybe we could make a trade…"
Spirit tilted her head to the side, wondering what that meant.
Six knew exactly what that meant and he agreed for the most part… He would still want a copy of the picture that they'd have of Bobo as a clown. Bobo wasn't completely bad but he was very hard to trust at times…
Spirit sipped her tea as she observed her daddies. They were hiding something, but at this point she really didn't mind. Papa was chatty and happy again! He wasn't grumpy anymore!
Rex sighed dramatically, "So you're going to leave us all by our lonesome to research a dream…"
The teen pouted as he set aside the empty bowl as he hugged the little girl. Six shook his head, wondering how Rex could've inhaled his oatmeal so fast…
'Did he even taste it?' Six wondered as he ate.
Spirit nodded.
Rex sighed again and looked to Six, "Whatever will daddy and I do?"
Six blushed faintly and raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure I can find a few things to keep you busy…"
Rex grinned and kissed Six on the cheek. He pulled back and yawned. Spirit shoved her tea under his nose. Rex took it with a raised eyebrow.
"How can you have fun with daddy if you fall asleep? You need to wake up, papa!"
Rex blushed cherry red, "Errr…"
Six laughed.
Spirit tilted her head to the side, waiting for an answer.
The agent chuckled, "I'm sure he'll be awake enough to play with after a shower."
Rex coughed thoroughly embarrassed, "You should get to the library so you can go read mija. You don't want to forget your dream…"
The teen took a sip of the bitter tea and grimaced. Spirit took it straight, no milk, honey, sugar, nor squirt of lemon. Just like Six…
'Damn. She's going to grow up and be just like her daddy. I wanted a little girl to spoil…' Rex thought as he glared at Six.
Six raised an eyebrow…
"You owe me at least one girly daughter."
The agent blinked, "What are you talking about?"
"Spirit's going to grow up to be a ninja… I want a little girl to spoil," Rex whined playfully.
Six rolled his eyes, "She's ten. She's not going to grow up overnight…"
Rex sighed and looked to Spirit who grinned.
The young EVO gave her a wary look, "What are you grinning it?"
"If you want me to be more girly you'll let me paint your nails! Auntie Holiday said that that's the girliest thing she used to do with her sister."
Six chuckled into his tea mug.
"Err… How about no? I'm sure uncle Cesar wouldn't mind. He's always been a bit weird."
Spirit jumped up and hopped off of her bed, running to her room. She pulled out her collection of nail polish and showed it to Rex and Six.
"What colors do you think he'd like?"
"Probably turquoise… That's Callan's favorite color," Six said.
Rex looked to him with a raised eyebrow.
"What? He's been my friend ever since I joined Providence eight years ago."
The teen burst out laughing, "If Cesar makes Callan paint his nails that means he has to wear hot pink!"
Spirit grinned and scampered off to her room to return her collection. She could paint her uncles' nails later, right now she had a dream to learn all about.
Six gave him an amused look…
"So… How long to do think until she comes back to us with puppy eyes?" Rex asked with playful grin.
The agent sighed, "Not long."
"Good thing I wear gloves… She'd probably do mine in green. You might want to wear gloves to hide your red."
Six sighed and nodded.
Rex suddenly got an image of Six as Courage the Cowardly Dog saying his famous line…
'The things I do for love…'
The teen snickered in amusement. Rex's amused snickering turned into full-blown laughter when Six gave him an odd look. He leaned in and gave the poor confused agent a tender kiss on the lips before reluctantly getting out of bed and heading for the shower. Six shook his head and turned his attention back to his tea.
Spirit went to the library and pulled out a book on dreams. She was eager to learn what hers meant…
Spirit was convinced that her dream was a fairy tale so that was the first place she looked. She frowned when some of it didn't seem to match up…
Based on what she read under fairy tale, Spirit wanted to explore her limits and reach her full potential. That was kind of true… She wanted to be strong and brave like daddy and papa. Spirit wanted to become a ninja healer!
The little girl grinned… Being a ninja healer sounded like a lot of fun!
According to dragon, the dream represented a strong and fiery personality. She had a tendency to get carried away with her passion, which could get her into trouble… Spirit frowned, wondering what that meant until she remembered the time that she painted Mr. Fishie's tank with clouds and hearts… He didn't like that. But it was her love made her passionate. At least that's what she thought… Spirit loved making sure her family felt loved. Mr. Fishie was her pet in a way because he never left his tank just like a real fish so he was family just like Magic Fluffball was!
The book said that seeing a knight in your dream signified honor, protection, and security. That was something her daddy and papa gave her! She scrunched up her nose… The knight was a savior to sweep you off your feet.
'Wouldn't that mean I'd fall on my bottom?' Spirit thought, not understanding the romantic concept behind it.
Spirit moved onto princess, the passage said that dreaming you are a princess indicated that you are realizing your full potential. Though it also meant that you still had some growing to do.
'It makes sense but I wasn't the princess…'
To see a princess in your dream represented your affections and desires, particularly your desire for the ideal woman.
Spirit tilted her head to the side, 'Well… Girls are prettier than boys…'
Spirit moved on to witch, which represented evil and destruction. It suggested that you have negative feelings towards anything feminine…
She shook her head. That was all wrong. She liked to be pretty and girly… She just liked learning how to fight more. No one was really girly in her family, not even auntie Holiday… Daddy was kind of girly though. Spirit giggle silently upon picturing her father in his pink frilly apron…
She read up on wizard, which said that she was trying to hone her skills and exercise her power. Spirit was seeing a pattern here… She stared at her hands, which always held a soft white crystalline glow. The little girl came to the mature conclusion that she should speak to auntie Holiday about becoming a better healer.
The little girl was about to put the book back when she facepalmed. She had forgotten all about the phoenix!
She backtracked to phoenix and read that seeing it symbolized transformation, immortality, and renewal. It meant that she as moving towards a new phase in her life. But it also meant that her past could come back to haunt her…
Seeing a phoenix in her dream was as thrilling as it was terrifying. The last thing she wanted was for her past to come back and haunt her. She didn't want to end up in another research facility or even worse… Have someone in her new family get hurt trying to protect her from the bad people. Spirit swallowed her tears and forced herself to concentrate on the other aspect that the phoenix represented.
'Does that mean I will become a soldier like daddy, papa, and uncle Callan? Will I be super smart like auntie Holiday and uncle Cesar?'
Spirit already practiced martial arts with her daddy… Now all she needed was a way to practice her powers! With that, the little girl closed her book and placed it on the shelf. She ran to Holiday's lab, hoping that her auntie could make her a stronger healer so she could go on missions and keep her daddies in one piece.
Spirit waited until Holiday was at the computer and away from the scary test tubes of random colorful substances. She hugged the older woman around the waist with a grin.
"Oh! Sweetheart you startled me! What can I help you with?" Holiday asked.
"I want to become a stronger healer so I can take care of my daddies," Spirit signed with a pleading look.
Holiday frowned, "I think it's wonderful that you want to be so grown up but you're still a little girl, sweetheart. You don't want to throw away your childhood completely, okay?"
Spirit tilted her head to the side, not really understanding why auntie Holiday seemed upset over her wanting to learn and grow up. She nodded regardless.
"Okay. Why don't you sit up on the table and wait a sec? I'll be right with you. I just want to look over something really quick."
Spirit climbed up onto the table, finding it a little challenging, as it was rather high. She sat there and swung her legs as she waited.
Conrí's new job with Providence started today… He was thrilled though he'd never show it. Hacking into Providence unnoticed was his greatest challenge… Showing White how pathetically easy it was, was a real pleasure. Old bastard needed to be knocked off his high horse.
He entered a computer/medical lab. Apparently some lady was commissioned to babysit his ass to make sure he behaved.
"Alright Spirit, show me what you can do. I want you to work your powers as hard as you can to see where you need to grow," Holiday said.
Spirit held out her hands and a softly glowing white crystalline aura swirled around them. The aura steadily grew brighter and its movement grew faster.
"Okay sweetheart. You can stop now. Based on the last time I saw you heal your fathers I'd say that this is quite an improvement. We'll have to work on flow control so you can heal people faster."
Conrí raised an eyebrow as the little girl signed something, 'Oh that's right she's mute…'
Holiday turned and her eyes widened a bit. A faint blush appeared on her face… Spirit tilted her head to the side at the lady's red face and looked to the strange man. She gave him a shy smile and a wave.
Conrí smirked at the little girl.
Holiday looked the man up and down. He looked a little like Six… Same pale skin, same soul patch and sideburns… The only real differences were his sapphire blue eyes and he had dark brown hair. The new guy's hair was slicked back in a messier fashion and he wore black-framed glasses.
He had a black and white striped buttoned down shirt, combat boots and a worn pair of jeans. It was hardly your typical office wear…
'White will have a field day with this one…' Holiday thought.
The hacker grinned, "You know you're teaching her bad manners. It's not polite to stare and drool."
Holiday frowned, "You must be Conrí Foley."
"And you must be Sarah Holiday. Does everyone around here have a pole up his or her butt? Or is it just you and White?"
Spirit looked stricken, "Does it hurt? Are you okay auntie Holiday?"
Holiday's face heated up considerably.
Conrí grinned, "I don't know sign language very well yet but I can tell you said something funny…"
Spirit tilted her head to the side.
The doors to the lab opened, revealing Six and Rex. Conrí looked Six up and down and laughed.
"It's like a clone gone bad!"
Six frowned. Rex valiantly hid an amused smirk. They really did look alike!
The hacker nodded mentally, 'Yup. One more with a pole up his ass…'
The screen flickered on and White's frowning face appeared. Spirit may have gotten over her fear of Holiday but White was another story. She hopped off the table and hid behind her father.
"Geez… I knew you were a dick but going around scaring little girls just isn't nice," Conrí said.
White frowned, "This is an office environment you are required to wear business casual. No jeans."
The hacker frowned, "Hey! Old dude! You should be happy I'm willing to wear pants at all!"
Spirit stared up at Conrí, thinking that he was really brave for talking back to the scary White fish.
O_O OMG Where do I begin? Lets see... First my muse, the one I began to write "A Little Spirit" has a blown up computer. I consult her and ask if this and that sounds good or if its cute enough. So yea... I wasn't able to talk to her for weeks. Then I got a kitten and my ADHD went nuts. Then I got sick and was out of it for the entire week of Christmas. I'm so sorry. I'm posting today, obviously.