Author's Note: Hey Everyone! I am so very sorry for the really long wait. My computer got a virus and I couldn't get rid of it, but now my computer is all fixed and virus free! Thank you for all the kind reviews and to everyone who has followed/ favorited. Also, thanks for being patient and sticking with the story! Get ready for a bit of father/son fluff!

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderfulness that is Generator Rex.

Agent Six had been sitting at his young charge's side for over three hours.

Yes, he was tired.

Yes, his back hurt from sitting in the most uncomfortable chair in existence.

But the kid was worth it.

When he had first brought Rex to Providence, he saw the kid as a weapon first, child second. As time went on however, Rex managed to change that view and had even broken through his hard exterior shell. As much as it terrified Six to admit it, their relationship had evolved from trainer and trainee to father and son. And seeing Rex so downtrodden, when he was usually one of the few people who brought color to his drab existence, caused him some serious concern, if not outright distress.

Six sat there watching the boy he had practically raised and couldn't help but contemplate the night's events. He knew it wasn't his fault Van Kleiss had gotten ahold of Rex. If Van Kleiss had failed, he would have just found a different way to succeed in injecting the toxin into Rex. He still felt a pang of guilt though. If only he hadn't ordered they split up...

He was yanked out of his thoughts when Rex let out a groan as he shifted in his sleep.

Six leaned forward in his chair and waited. When nothing more happened, Six passed it off as all the meds Holiday had pumped into the boy wearing off.

A couple of minutes later, however, Rex let out a low whine as he began to shake and clutch the sheets around him for dear life.

The kid was obviously having a nightmare, which was to be expected after the pain he had endured.

Six sat there debating whether or not to wake Rex until the kid started thrashing around like a mad man, clearly needing to be woken up.

"Rex!" he yelled as he shook the teen awake.

Rex bolted up with wide, terror-filled eyes, breathing like he had just run five laps around the petting zoo.

Six reached out and put a hand on Rex's shoulder. Rex immediately flinched and tried to get away but Six tightened his grip and said, as comfortingly as he could muster, "Rex, it's okay. You're safe now."

Rex turned to Six, took a deep breath, swallowed thickly, and nodded to show he was alright.

Six let go of his shoulder and went to get the kid a glass of water before sitting back down in his chair. He watched Rex as he gulped down the water and waited for the kid to say something.

Rex handed his now empty glass back to Six. "Thanks."

They sat there in silence for a few minutes with Six looking at Rex and Rex trying not to make eye contact.

"Where's Holiday?" Rex asked trying to avoid the elephant in the room.

"I told her to go get some rest while I monitored you."

"Oh."

A few more minutes passed in silence.

Rex sighed. "Do we have to do this?"

"Yes."

"Fine," Rex grumbled.

Six picked up the clipboard Holiday had given him and poised himself to write.

"Seriously?" Rex complained. "You're going to write it down?"

"Doctor's orders."

Rex groaned.

Six raised an eyebrow and said, "I can go get Holiday if you would rather her do it."

Rex inwardly shuddered as he pictured Doc analyzing his nightmare. "Okay, okay." Rex raised his hands accepting defeat. He sat for a moment, collecting his thoughts before beginning. "I was in the alleyway and Van Kleiss had just injected me with whatever and I fell and I couldn't see anything and I was all alone..."

He started shaking then- little tremors at first before becoming more and more violent. He put his head in his hands, trying to calm himself down. "I kept hearing him saying that I would thank him over and over again..."

It came out muffled but Six caught every word, feeling a pang of empathy for the boy. "Rex, look at me."

Rex took his head out of his hands and looked at his mentor, resembling the scared kid Six had pulled out of the rubble more than the spunky teenager he had grown to be.

"What's done is done and what happens, happens. We will sort this out but until then, don't dwell on worst case scenarios," he said not unkindly.

"Easy for you to say! You're not the one with a foreign substance running around your blood stream!" Rex challenged, borderline hysterical. "For the first time I can remember, my nanites can't tell me exactly what's going on inside me and that is terrifying! How can I not dwell on worst case scenarios?"

"I know. What's happened to you isn't fair and I'm sure whatever this toxin does it won't be pleasant. But, out of all the year's you've been here, you have never let any sort of injury or pain get in your way. After all you've been through in your life, it would be a shame to let Van Kleiss be the one to bring you down," Six said with a rare smile.

Rex smiled back. "I know, I'm awesome."

Six raised an eyebrow at the teen but was relieved that he had been able to get Rex to act like himself again.

Rex's smile faltered as he switched back to seriousness. "You guys are going to watch me all the time now, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Rex looked thoughtful for a moment and then grinned mischievously. "That means you'll really be like my nanny."

He laughed at the face Six made before saying, "Seriously though, thanks Six."

"Don't mention it." He said while adjusting his glasses. He glanced down at his watch which read 5:23. "Ready to face the doctor?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

I hope this isn't boring anyone, I'm just stalling a bit before the good stuff happens. I know it's a little short but don't worry I plan on posting another chapter later today and it will be much better I promise. Reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading!