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 was fidgety. It was a good kind of fidgety. She was bursting with excitement! The whole family was on a much needed vacation in Philadelphia for the 5K Color Run! It was the happiest run ever! They were all on the same team each one of them were wearing white T-shirts that read "Keep calm, I got your 6". Though Six had one that read "Keep calm, I am your 6".
The poor agent had to hold onto his daughter's hand to make sure she didn't run away like a lunatic on a sugar high. Spirit was eager to be sneezing rainbows already! She couldn't wait for the brightly colored powdered mist to come raining down from the sky as she ran by. The little girl bounced from one foot to another, playing with the rainbow tutu she wore over her black shorts.
Six couldn't help but smirk at the gleeful and deranged look on his daughter's face. Especially since it matched her papa's so perfectly…
Rex was bouncing around like a kid that ate an entire inventory of candy and found the coveted jellybean filled chocolate bunny locked away in the back of the store. The grin he wore was contagious.
The Latino was less excited about the colors and the run and more excited about making out with Six after the run in a sea of color. It was practically a tradition if you ran through as a couple!
The agent wasn't too sure how he felt about that… He wasn't one for PDA but this was Rex's idea and apparently it was to "get him out of his shell".
In other words, Rex was lound, out, and proud. It was Six's turn now. Six was out and proud. He just chose not to be loud about it. He wasn't a particularly flamboyant man but if it meant making Rex happy then perhaps a kiss at the end of the run wasn't too much to ask for…
Despite being hyper, Rex kept giving him these almost shy looks that were bordering on adorable.
Yes…
Six just admitted that his love was "adorable".
No…
The end of the world hadn't arrived.
Rex just happened to glance over at Six as the older man was smiling softly and appreciating the view. The Latino blushed and gave him a sheepish grin. Six reached over and captured his hand.
"Beautiful," he muttered under his breath.
Rex gave him a warm smile and kissed his cheek.
The Color Run enabled people to donate to any one charity on its roster. Spirit chose to run for the Veterans' Association since a lot of her friends and some of her family members were soldiers. There was a vet who hobbled by with an artificial leg and a missing arm.
The little girl stopped her fidgeting long enough to salute him. The man smiled and saluted back before affectionately messing up her wild hair. Six gave his daughter's hand a squeeze, a silent reminder to not stray too far or approach strangers. Spirit rolled her eyes and sighed. She was eleven, not five!
Rex glanced over to his love and asked, "So, what do I get if I outrun you?"
Six raised an eyebrow, 'So this is what he's planning…'
Rex had been not so subtly hinting at wanting to take salsa and tango lessons. Six thought it was an… Interesting? Idea… He wasn't much for dancing but Rex was pretty wonderful at it. Of course he was even better at stripping…
But the fact of the matter is…
Rex would never win a race against him…
Not without cheating anyway…
"Depends… What did you have in mind?"
Rex blushed, 'Lots of things…'
"How about those salsa and tango lessons? I've always wanted to dance with you like that…"
Six said nothing. He merely raised an eyebrow at the strange confession. After all, he had known Rex since he was ten-years-old.
'Considering he "reset" nearly a year ago, Rex barely knows me by comparison,' Six thought with a small frown.
Rex began to get nervous…
Six felt slightly guilty about keeping him in suspense…
"Deal."
He'd do anything to make Rex happy…
Rex grinned and kissed him quickly yet passionately on the lips. Six blushed and returned the favor. One kiss led to another and soon whatever reservations that Six had had regarding kissing at the end of the race were shed before the race even started! The broke apart and the older man pressed his forehead against his young love's with a small smirk. Rex grinned like a fool in love.
They both seemed to have forgotten the fact that Six was still holding their daughter's hand. Spirit had silently groaned and covered her eyes. She didn't mind watching her fathers hug or kiss on the lips but they sometimes seemed to forget their surroundings and things begin to border on indecent.
Spirit tugged on her daddy's hand and glared up at him when he finally looked in her direction. Six frowned and blushed. Rex hid his cherry face behind his free hand. Both men were absolutely mortified that they had gotten so carried away…
The agent was the first to recover as he knelt before his daughter, "Now, remember to stretch and don't forget the pace yourself. It's not super warm today but if you feel like you need to, stop to get a drink."
Spirit sighed out of annoyance but nodded nonetheless. Honestly, she was intensely relieved that he didn't try to explain that, "Sometimes daddies get a little carried away when they show their love for each other".
That wasn't her daddy's style…
Her daddy was the type of person who would play it off as though nothing happened and only explain himself if you asked him to.
Papa on the other hand…
'Ugh… Scarred for life…'
Rex took his love's queue for a change and chose not to babble. Instead, he scanned the crowd as an attempt to distract himself from the awkwardness of the situation. His jaw all but hit the ground…
Annie, Claire and Kenwyn were also present! Annie and Kenwyn cozying up to each other was nothing new. The pair were holding hands and whispering. The grins on their lovely faces were contagious. Rex smiled and turned his attention back to the surprise couple…
Claire had apparently grown tired of Noah's lying, cheating ass and dumped him. She was now flirting quite happily with Agent Edwin Johnson. He tucked a stray lock of her fiery auburn hair behind her ear and traced his fingers along her jaw. Claire's blush all but made the trail of pale freckles across her nose disappears…
Rex grinned and nudged Six. The older man looked over with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. It was nice to see Claire happy for a change. The past couple of months had been hard for her… She caught Noah having sex with another girl in his car in the school's parking lot.
Claire had all but abducted Rex, Annie, César, and Kenwyn for a "girls' night out". They trash talked Noah, discussed science, ate way too much dessert at the local Lucky Cat café, and went shopping. Rex had apparently learned a thing or two about being sneaky from Six. He nipped off while they were doing lingerie shopping and picked up a couple of new toys to try out…
Six remembered the Victoria's Secret bag the César walked in with…
He didn't want to know…
Instead, he had his fun that night eating strawberry flavored edible underwear off of Rex…
Rex raised an eyebrow, "Thinking about "that night"?"
"Which one? We've had plenty and we'll have plenty more," Six said with a smirk.
Rex gave him a predatory grin that Six had to look away from lest he become hard before the race. He didn't even want to think about running with a hard-on!
"You should seriously try women's underwear," César said out of the blue as he watched Callan fidget some.
Callan made a face, "No way."
He was all for being comfortable but he'll take his boxers any day. Panties, comfortable or otherwise, were not something he was willing try. He was a cowboy, dammit!
"What? They're so comfortable!" César protested as he pulled down the back of his shorts a bit.
The bright turquoise lace against his dark skin was enough to drive a man wild.
"Stop that," Callan hissed, "I don't want to run hard!"
"You wouldn't have to if we skipped this and found a nice, secluded back alley…"
"Don't go sayin' that. This run is important to me and ya know it."
César's lips drew into a perverse smile, "What will you give me if I promise to behave?"
"I'll wear them flashy hot pink ones you got back home if you keep it in yer pants until we're back at the hote… You brought them with ya, didn't you?"
The Latino pouted, "Would I do a thing like that?"
"Yes."
"Well… Let's say that you're correct…"
"Unbelievable…"
César laughed, "I'm prepared for anything!"
Callan chuckled, "Doofus…"
Both men giggled at the Latino's trickery…
Holiday growled as a puff of smoke passed her by. She glared over at her boyfriend, fully prepared to tell him off when she caught the scent of roses and saw something surprising in his hand.
"Are you vaping?!" Holiday asked in shock.
Conrí shrugged, "You asked me to stop smoking and I know you like roses…"
His crystal blue eyes flew open when she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. The poor man was so startled tha the nearly dropped his $60 vape pen when he caught hold of her waist. Holiday sheepishly stepped back and billowed out some rose scented smoke.
Conrí couldn't help but think that his girlfriend looked like a sexy dragon…
Not that he'd ever tell her that…
Holiday was dominating enough…
His ass still stung from the bite of her riding crop!
Then again…
A smirk curled on the hacker's lips, "Come here my sexy dragoness…"
Holiday blushed and did that sexy little growl-purr that he loved so much and pulled him down for a kiss. Conrí smirked into the kiss…
Oh yeah…
He was so getting punished tonight…
Ever the charming rogue, Conrí wrapped his hand around hers, entwining their fingers as he pressed a kiss on the back of her hand. He genuinely smiled when he was rewarded in kind with those petal soft lips of hers against the back of his.
They had time for one more kiss before some annoying shaggy haired kid began screaming at the top of his lungs. Conrí was in such a lustful haze that he thought someone was screaming about an EVO attack. It didn't help that the kid had a voice like nails on a chalkboard…
"Hello and welcome ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, to the 2012 Color Run! For this day and this day only, the City of Brotherly LOOOOOVE is the happiest place on earth! The end of the race leads to an open air concert with DJ JazzyPants! Just follow the map and the music! Workers, ready your magic pixie dust… Runners, on your mark… Get set… GOOOOOOO!"
'Seriously, did this guy gargle with rusty nails and piss before coming out here today,' Conrí wondered.
Everyone with one of those God awful fanny packs dug around in them and threw powder into the air before running off. Conrí looked to his expensive ass vape pipe and saw that it was covered in pink powder and likely clogged beyond repair.
'Shit…'
"Come on!" Holiday yelled with an astonishingly playful grin.
The beat of the music…
The dancing of the colors…
The beauty of the moment…
It was like she was a kid all over again!
She laughed as her ponytail flew behind her in the wind. Conrí saw stars alight in the eyes of his bonnie lass and chased after her with matched enthusiasm. It was rare to see that kind of expression on the older woman's face.
He adored her so…
Six kept a close eye on his daughter. Spirit didn't so much as run as she did dance. Her raven curls bounced at the back of her neck and she stopped here and there to do a jump or a twirl. She looked so wild and free that Six's heart swelled with pride. After all that had happened to little girl, she grew up resilient and strong.
'She is such a beautiful little thing…'
Six looked to Rex who was covered in bright green dust oddly enough. He couldn't help but smirk, 'Just like her papa…'
"Yeehaw! Come on, cowboy! The faster we run the faster I get my reward!" César bellowed as he ran past them.
Callan groaned. His face was bright red as he passed his boyfriend's little brother and best friend. The blue powder coating his hair and dusting his face did nothing to hide it. He ignored the odd looks he received from them and other runners.
Rex and Six shared a look, deciding that it was best that they remained in the dark…
There were certain things that should just remain behind closed doors…
Like whatever it was that César was excited about…
Knowing him it had something to do with lace…
And lots of sex…
Colorful clouds of dust brightened the sky. Six panicked as he lost sight of his baby girl.
"Spirit!"
Rex glanced over to his love and frowned, "Mija?!"
"Hey! Back here with us smokers!" Conrí called out.
Six and Rex looked back and saw their little girl running alongside her biological uncle and her aunt who was pacing herself better. Holiday could easily out run Conrí and maybe even César and Callan. She was pretty damn fit both for the sake of being able to defend herself and to look good naked…
The little girl pouted and waved to her daddies.
"Hang in there, baby," Six shouted.
Rex bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't laugh when the image of a cat hanging from a branch popped into his head. Said cat was on a poster in the hangar of all places. The Latino always thought that it would've been better off in each and every room of the medical ward with as often as the grunts had to visit them.
Still, it had only been a mile and even though Spirit was so much stronger than she had been in the preivous year. She was shockingly mature and intelligent at times so much so that it was easy to forget that she was just a little girl…
Spirit's IQ was 140, yet her height, weight, and strength was that of a nine-year-old. That was pretty bad for an eleven-year-old…
She was still a pale and boney little thing and it would be quite some time before that changed. The problem was in part due to her healing ability that had saved her life so many times. Unfortunately, it also stunted her growth, potentially keeping her a little girl forever. Spirit's cells replenished and repaired themselves at such a rapid rate that she aged roughly half the rate of a normal human being.
So far they showed no sign of accelerating…
They also showed no sign of decelerating either…
César and Holiday were on it and Spirit had complete faith in them even though her fathers didn't.
It wasn't so much that they thought they would fail…
It was more that they were realists rather than idealists…
That and whenever Rex had a "power surge" of sorts he would transform into his mecha form and later reset once the necessity for the machine faded. This wouldn't be much of a problem but his mind became a blank slate each time this happened. What if such a thing would happen to Spirit?
What if she had to heal a lot of people and turned into an angel or a fairy or something? Would that mean that a hundred-and-four-year-old would suddenly become ten again? Would she then become ageless?
Who would take care of her once they're gone and she still looked eleven-years-old? Would she regret being alive? Resent them for taking her in and loving her? Resent herself for being unable to age? Would she ever find love?
There were so many questions swimming in the concerned fathers' heads. All they wanted was for her to age like a normal little girl and not having worry about remaining young forever while the people around her grew old and passed on. The last thing they wanted was for their daughter to wander the world alone, shutting all things wonderful out of her life for fear of being left behind in immortality.
Rex glanced over at his cariño and saw that his chest was raising and falling at an abnormal rate. This type of running was a cake walk for Six. He shouldn't be hyperventilating…
Rex's eyes widened as he reached out for Six's hand. It didn't happen often but there were times where the older man suffered from panic attacks. Such thoughts about their daughter's very destructive and lonely future were just the type of thing to bring them out…
Six gave his chéri a sideways glance and slowly began to calm down.
"This is the happiest run on earth," Rex shouted, "Be strong and put a smile on for her!"
Six nodded with a grim sort of determination etched onto his handsome features. Just like that the man went from aging prematurely by twelve years to ageless. The agent was always awed by Rex's ability to inspire strength and bring out the best in others, even in someone like him. He always thought that this was Rex's greatest ability and felt incredibly thankful said talent was rubbing off on their daughter.
Spirit's eyes lit up and she tapped a girl on the shoulder. Jolene glanced back and lit up as she saw her young friend. The girls had been in touch here and there ever since Six had helped Jolene out when she was ripping apart the city as a gigantic bird. The sweet little red head was the perfect friend for Spirit. She was chatty and energetic yet reasonably intelligent with a love of adventure.
Jolene had learned sign language for the sole purpose of being able to talk to Spirit and "hear" all about the younger girl's adventures with EVOs and EVO haters alike. Her parents weren't particularly thrilled because Jolene would have the odd nightmare but even they appreciated the friendship between the girls.
It helped Spirit with her isolation and as for Jolene…
Well, the older girl was learning that women could be just as brave and as strong as men. It was an invaluable lesson in their eyes…
"Mom, Dad! It's Spirit!" Jolene called out.
Her parents glanced back and waved to the little girl in question. Adam was racing along in a stroller being pushed by his dad. He waved a chubby little hand at the dark haired girl.
Jolene broke away from her friend and her parents when she saw a geeky blonde boy her age trip over his own feet and land roughly on his knees. The red head rushed over to help him up then called out for her friend once she saw the bloodied state of his knees.
Spirit rushed over and did what she did best…
There were different categories of people when it came to Spirit and her healing. There were those who were almost resentful that she had saved them because she was a child or an EVO. There were people who positively adored her and thought she was a tiny angel. They were creepy…
Then there were ones like this boy who was under the misconception that all EVOs were evil and dangerous. He stammered "thanks" to Jolene then ran away. Spirit stared after him and felt her heart break just a little. Jolene wrapped her arms around her friend.
"Don't worry. Not all people are scared of you. Some are just cautious because the news makes all EVOs out to be evil. They sometimes do that to your papa too, but my mom and dad and I don't believe any of it," Jolene reassured.
"Thank you," Spirit signed with teary eyes.
Still, fat tears rolled down her cheeks, staining her colorful face and revealing the little girl's pale skin under the blindingly colorful dust. Spirit was so lucky to have such a wonderful friend and such a loving family. She hugged her friend tightly and carefully dried her eyes. Spirit nodded that she was alright and they were off.
Jolene was once again by her mother's side and Spirit caught up with her aunt and uncle. As much as Spirit loved her aunt and uncles, the ones she really needed were her daddies. But they were towards the front…
César and Callan were not too far behind. They were neck-and-neck with Annie, Kenwyn, Claire, and Johnson. Then came Jolene and her family along side Holiday, Spirit, and Conrí. It was fortunate that the powder was non-toxic as Adam couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut or stop laughing.
Spirit envied him just a bit…
Okay, she envied him a lot…
'It must be nice to be so happy and carefree…'
They were at the two-and-a-half mile mark. There was just a little under a mile left in their run. Clouds of colorful wafted down in a haze from the sky. They danced and twirled and fluttered and floated gracefully in the cool breeze. They ploomed and bloomed like flowers in the air.
It was glorious…
Spirit closed her eyes briefly and wondered if this was what it felt like to visit Wonderland…
She really didn't know…
She'd never know…
She'd have to ask her dear friend Alice instead…
'Too bad she's as imaginary as Wonderand…'
Rex whooped loudly when he saw the finish line up ahead. He had been struggling to keep up with Six for the past mile. The man was a machine! Six's pace never wavered.
Which made it all the more suspicious when the agent came in second to his beloved dreamer. The older man felt a half-step behind and even went so far as to pinch Rex's ass to make the Latino squeal and speed up a bit. The younger man glanced over at his cariño and frowned…
Six gave his chéri a sheepish look and blushed faintly (which you could only see thanks to his ears) behind his sunglasses and usual cool, confident, façade. The blush quickly dissolved to stuffing his hands into his pockets, that old nervous habit of his.
The Latino shook his head…
It was his biggest tell…
Honestly…
Rex was torn between being upset that Six let him win or turning into a big mushy pile of goo because Six was willing to step out of his comfort zone to make him happy. He decided to settle for the latter and drew the older man into a passionate kiss that garnered quite a few squeals from the young women around them. They ignored them as Six threaded his fingers through his young man's hair and pulled him closer.
"I love you," Rex shouted over the cheering crowd.
Six's face broke out into a small grin as he replied with, "Je te aime!"
A couple of girls chattered about how hot it was that Six spoke French and squealed when the couple kissed again. Six initiated it this time by tilting Rex's head up so the shorter man's lips could meet his. Rex quickly turned the tender kiss into a hungry one and attacked his love's lips as though he hadn't eaten in weeks.
César was not one to be out done or left out. He latched onto his blonde cowboy and squeezed the older man's ass as he kissed him. Callan squirmed in protest but resistance was futile once his mad scientist did that thing with his tongue. Whenever César wanted something he could turn his man into mush by rolling his tongue as though exaggerating the pronunciation of the letter "R" as they kiss.
Oh God it was hot…
"I behaved…" César pointed out.
"Kiss me like that again and I'll do whatever you want," Callan replied.
The mad scientist giggled and did so with fervor.
Spirit came running in with her Uncle Conrí. She promptly covered her eyes. Just because these people were perving on her fathers and uncles didn't mean that she had to be. There was a playful roar from the Irishman behind her as he scooped her up and placed her on his shoulder.
The little girl s quealed silently in delight…
A slightly out of breath Holiday laughed, "Okay you two turn around and let me see those guns!"
Conrí turned and flexed. Spirit did as well from her perch. Holiday took a couple of pictures and the little girl was set free to do as she pleased while the couple shared some post-race PDA. Spirit sighed and looked around. Everyone who had someone was kissing or hugging or something. Even the soldier was hugging his brother…
Spirit blushed and looked away…
Make that boyfriend…
Annie and Kenwyn were kissing. The blonde absolutely loved the chance at a little PDA! Her girlfriend…
Not so much…
Kenwyn was a reserved and intensely private person by nature but, much like Six, she was willing to step out of her comfort zone to make her goofy klutz happy.
Claire and Johnson were certainly enjoying it. Spirit couldn't think of a time where she saw the red head so happy. Finally dumping Noah was the best thing that had ever happened to her!
As for Johnson…
The look on her favorite babysitter's face was so blissful…
Spirit looked away and sighed…
It was upsetting that everyone had someone but her, though she couldn't help but smile because everyone had someone…
The only problem with all the lovers around her was that she felt as though it was not right to look anywhere. Kissing was supposed to be a private thing and peeking at people was wrong! So the little girl cast her eyes upward and quickly had to shut them as the colorful mist continued to rain down. She danced in circles, gracefully kicking up the powder with her sneakered feet.
Spirit's eyes flew open as she felt small hands grip her shoulders and a pair of lips pressed against hers. She found herself staring at a girl her age with wild brightly stained blonde curls, tan skin peaking out from all the colors of the rainbow.
"Alexandria!" A scandalized voice shouted.
"Spirit?!" Her papa called out in shock.
The blonde girl's sky blue eyes popped open and she stepped away with sheepish look on her face.
"Sorry!" She cried out as she ran to her volatile looking mother.
Rex knelt before Spirit only to have her look around him and to the other girl. The blonde waved sadly. The noirette waved back, a bit miffed that her euphoric feeling had been cut short by that wretched woman.
Rex smirked, "So… Your first kiss… How did it feel?"
Spirit wracked her brain for the right word and settled for the most obvious, "Euphoric," she repeated from her mind to her fingers.
Her papa smirked, "That's how I feel every time I kiss daddy… Maybe you'll see her again one day…"
The name "Alexandria" rang in her ears and she nodded with a determined smile then panicked.
"Don't tell daddy!"
"Well, I don't like keeping secrets from him and I know you don't either… But I don't think he'd be able to handle you growing up so fast… Just promise me one thing."
"Anything," Spirit promised, still feeling somewhat elated and giddy.
"Give me grandchildren to spoil."
The little girl laughed silently and held out her pinky. Rex accepted the tiny digit and they shook on it.
"Come on, mija. We're going to the Reading Terminal Market for lunch. I'll get you some ice cream and a po boy."
She grasped her papa's hand as he led her back to the rest of her family. Her eyes lit up when she once again saw Annie, Claire, Kenwyn, and Johnson. Spirit ran over and hugged each one of them before clinging to her daddy. She grinned just a little brighter upon hearing that they would be joining them.
Spirit absolutely, positively adored her papa. He was smart, cheeky, funny, and helped teach her how to read and sign. He was the one who got her into violin and ballet lessons with Kenwyn. Her papa was super strong and really something special. He was her best friend and now he was her secret keeper.
But her daddy…
Her daddy was her world. He stepped into Hell, ridded it of its demons, and pulled her free. Daddy was the epitome of courage and kindness even though he could be a little scary at times… He was a grumpy angel in a tacky green suit.
Six ran his hand through her sweaty, color stained curls, "Come on, baby. Let's go."
Spirit nodded and reached for her papa's hand. She clung to it like a lifeline and gave him a huge grin. Rex broke down laughing at her multicolored teeth…
Lightening streaked the sky…
BOOM!
The sky began to rumble and soon the fluffy grey clouds became too heavy with rain. They opened up and a torrential storm began crashing down on everyone. The colors in the street became muddied and blurred. Spirit felt a little sad that the parade staining her skin dripped down her body and washed off into the street.
Six stiffened up and frowned when he heard the thunder. Spirit released him and he just barely resisted the urge to catch hold of her and pull her close. His daughter was strong and this was the rhythm of her freedom song. Spirit began to sway with the cool yet increasingly violent breeze. She danced in the rain just as she had done so many times before.
This time the eyes of her family weren't the only ones upon her.
Sky blue eyes didn't dare leave the graceful little dancer as she celebrated her freedom…
Oh how she longed to dance with her…
I really want to do the Color Run myself one day… But I'm so out of shape it isn't funny. Hopefully by next year I'll be there with a shirt that reads, "Keep Calm and Write On". Sorry this is a bit late. I was originally aiming for April 1st but I've been busy. I'm contemplating teaching English in Japan. It would require three interviews through and I am terribly shy. Either way I'll keep writing.