A/N: (UPDATED VER.)

God this took forever to work on!

I own NADA of Ben 10 or Gen Rex; all credit goes to Man of Action.

I only own my OC; who we delve into somewhat in this part.

To those who have and are still reading this, thank you and I hope you enjoy.

Back at the dam hideout, late at night, poor Rex looked at the screens keeping track of Six's heart rate, brain waves, and more. But it still didn't ease down his worries. "Holiday?"

"I'm doing everything I can, Rex." Her scanner's results didn't sit well with her as Six's tube had its orange glass lid seal itself back up. "But ... we have to focus on the bigger picture. Six would want us to."

To see his mentor, his teammate, his father figure even in this state – pale and still with that oxygen mask on his face – unnerved him immensely. "Figures the one time I do what Six would want, he's in a coma." The pair gave one last glum expression down at their comatose companion before switching to the other medic room right across the hall, to see to their other patient. "This doesn't make me feel any better."

"It still astounds me. The scans indicate her body is self healing itself. The burns, the open wounds, it's reverting back to their original condition." The pair look down at G, deep sleeping with her own oxygen mask on, in her own tube, as the injuries she sustained were literally patching themselves up like brand new. "Although, her nervous system still shows signs of damage."

"I thought you said she could self heal herself."

"Surface level, physical wounds, yes. But internally, the nerves are infected. Strained, swollen, to the point where it's difficult for proper blood flow and oxygen to be delivered down the legs towards the feet, leaving them deprived of necessary amounts. Scanner's picking up elevated temperature, high blood sugar, and stress inducing pressure. A chronic ailment. And these kinds of ailments ... don't have cures." She admitted, her pitying gaze fixated on the girl in question.

Rex swore he could feel his heart just stop. "She's ... dying?"

"Not exactly." Rex heaved a sigh of somewhat relief as Doc tinkered with the controls outside the tube to adjust the temperature settings to cool, medium, and 64. "So far, cool temperatures and sleep help ease down these flare ups. But what's perplexing me the most is that this ability of hers may be accelerating her condition as well as regressing it. Like a sort of give and take routine."

"She did tell me she had this health problem earlier, in your room. Still ... that would mean one; you lied about her having a clean bill of health. And two; that'd she used up all of her energy back in the city."

"I'm sorry Rex. But I had to double check and make sure on certain things. Here ... " She lead him to the big computer to the side and brought up some footage taken from the available security cameras and satellite footage. "This was taken during the events from earlier." The fuzzy feed showed G all over the place; appearing out of blue light before grabbing people and vanishing away in the same light before reappearing again but in safer areas away from all the fighting. "She had been transporting people all over the area during the duration of your fight while Providence was dealing with the rift."

"And she used up what she had left to try to save Six." Rex surmised. Holiday nodded as she watched Rex look back at the resting girl. "So this power of hers is just as much straining her ... as it is keeping her alive."

"Blessing ... and curse." The sound of G's voice; though rough and quiet, grabbed their attention, as she creaked her eyes open, trying to raise her hand in an attempt to touch the tube's lid. Holiday fiddled with the tube to open the lid for the moment as she pulled out her small scanner to give her a look over.

"You were suppose to stay on the ship with Doc." Rex gently lectured her.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

Rex's stern expression faltered at her pouting, tired face. He sighed, exasperated. "How do you feel?"

"Sleepy. Sore and cold too, but I'm used to it." The depressed acceptance on her face and in her tone made Rex frown deeply, taking her cold smooth hand and rubbing soothing circles on the topside with his thumb. She hummed softly at the sensation, smiling weakly. "Thanks."

"I'm still curious as to how you seemed to know everything that happened in Manhattan would happen. Care to explain yourself?" Holiday eyed her suspiciously.

"I would ... but you wouldn't believe me. Lady of science, aren't you?" G tried to joke, but the dryness in her throat caused her to cough in her oxygen mask. Doc helped pull it off as Rex helped her sit up while G coughed in her fist.

"Let me fetch you some water first." Doc briskly walked out of the room.

Suddenly, G's brown eyes snapped open, shaking while looking at Rex in panic. "B – Ben. B – B – Ben!"

"Whoa! Calm down, chica. Your boyfriend's safe. We're just holding him for questioning." Rex grasped her shoulders, giving her a comforting squeeze, trying not to show his inner frustration for the watch boy.

"It's not his fault. It's the mecha monster. The one Six stabbed. It's still alive and it's coming – Ah~!" She cut herself off as she winced before she reached her hands down to massage her sore, pulsating warm foot.

"Holiday says you're sick. Like, very sick."

"Neuropathy. Peripheral, diabetic, or both. So?"

Rex gave her a bugged out expression. "So? That's all you have to say?"

"It's a incurable condition I have to deal with, even with these powers that give me an extra kick in my step."

"Does your boyfriend know?"

"His name is Ben," G corrected before she pursed her lips at him, then frowned, "But yeah, he does. Ergo, his protectiveness."

"For how long?"

"Over a year now."

Doc returned before that discussion continued, pressing the opened water bottle to G's lips; who drank a decent amount before the bottle was pulled away to screw the cap back on. "Whether we believe you or not, we deserve an explanation."

Rex's serious eyes looked into G's nervous ones. "For both Ben's sake and yours."

000

Holiday and Rex entered the situation room of their dam based HQ, approaching White Knight who was in his robot suit replaying the footage of Six plunging his swords in the mystery mechanical beast on the giant digital screen. "I'll be having the pleasure of helping Providence figure out how to close the rift. The rest of you can deal with that machine."

"It got blown to bits along with Six, remember?"

"Don't be so sure." The screen focused on a strange glowing red ball of energy letting out whispy smoke, floating out of the beast and flying away. "Someone needs to find out what that is and where it went."

"I can do that!" The team turn to Ben; imprisoned in a tube like cage.

Bobo jumped onto the tube, getting all up in Ben's face – well, as much as he could against the green glass lid. "You ain't doin' nothin' but sittin' pretty and shutin' up."

"And if Six doesn't pull through, you won't even be able to do that." There was a dark edge in Rex's tone as he approached him.

"I'm sorry about your friend ... honestly. Obviously, he's important to you. But I have no clue what's even happening here. I've never heard of Providence or EVOS or – one minute I'm doing a TV interview, the next – hole in the sky, flash of light, and I'm punching out a mecha monster. Then I end up in a world where nobody knows me!" He acted out with gestures and movements, distressed written all over his face.

Holiday pulled out her scanner to check something out and the scan confirmed his statements. "He might actually be telling the truth. Ben's nanite absorption level indicates he came through that rift without any." She explained as Bobo latched onto the tube again to give Ben some fright, only to slide down squeakily slowly as Ben cringed while watching.

"Yet another one to add to the short list of the rare few who do." Rex murmured to himself.

"So you mean I have those things in me now? Great. Where's my space suit?" Ben begrudgingly asked.

"You'll live." Holiday assured. "It still doesn't explain how you got here."

"We're probably looking at a parallel world thing." Ben suggested.

"Parallel worlds are a theory. And a shaky one at that." Holiday was uncertain.

"Are you serious? I go to them all the time. Maybe if you knew where that mech alien was from, it might help prove – " Ben then got cut off.

"Quit talking!" Rex snapped out.

Ben rolled his eyes, exasperated, "Exactly! Nothing's gonna get answered sitting around here."

After having his seemingly perfect day ruined in such a shattering way, Rex was in quite a irritable mood. And a snarky one, at best. "You know ... G must have her ways of keeping you in check."

Ben felt slash heard a screech within his calm mindset. Everything else was blurred out. Only Rex existed. Outlined by scribbles of dark static. One word ... Spite. "What did you say?"

"Say what? Like ... how your girlfriend confided in us on what she is ... on you ... lots of things actually." Rex provoked.

"Rex, stop." Holiday chastised him, giving him a firm squeeze on the shoulder, not wanting him to probe the foreign beast.

"Where is she? Is she okay? If you hurt her ... " Ben gritted his teeth and pressed his tightly clenched fists against the glass, face conflicted with worry while raging internally from Rex's verbal jabs.

"She's asleep but stable. For now, at least." Holiday's own concern for her was then masked with solemnity. "From the moment she arrived here, everything about her is an anomaly. Her words, her actions, all signs point to her knowing too much, too well. Almost as if she knew everything that has happened today would happen. And falling out of a rift while being able to create her own. And then there's your similar arrival as well. She might as well have orchestrated this entire incident."

"She's not your enemy. Neither am I." Ben firmly professed.

"She told us her truth," Doc did air quotations on truth, "And it seems far fetched, if you ask me. Aliens? Angels? Just what do you take us for?"

"Whether you believe it or not is on you, but it's the truth."

"Just count yourselves lucky that Providence is occupied with closing the rift. Otherwise, they would be hunting you two lovebirds down until you were strapped down to their lab tables and experimented on. On your watch ... and on her body." White Knight's admonition weighed heavily in the air.

Ben glared daggers at White. "Like I'd ever let that happen."

"Cool your jets. She's safe here with us. If you want ... we can let you see her." Rex felt so satisfied as to see the young man before him have hope in his eyes ... only to be crushed in the end. "But ... in case you haven't noticed, we're holding you under house arrest." But Rex's smirk fell the moment he caught sight of the glow of mischief surfacing in Ben's eyes, confidently smirking right back.

"You aren't holding me! I was staying to see how I could help." Cue him jumping back in the restricted space inside the tube shaped cell before he raised his hand then slammed it down on the Ultimatrix's dial. A bright green light lite up the room, compelling the others to cover their eyes with their arms. The moment the brightness died down, they lowered their arms. And Rex spotted a blue creature take Ben's place. Unfurling its big wide wings before literally walking through the tube with ease. Rex's jaw slacked and eyes widened at the entire thing.

"And you aren't the only person worried about someone close to you." Big Chill's breathy voice spoke before taking off; White too late to grab him as the alien turned intangible and flew right through the ceiling.

"I got this!" Rex formed his boogie pack, blasting off through the open doorway.

"Rex, don't!" White's outcry went on deaf ears as Rex was long gone. "I hate kids." He grumbled. Both he and Holiday's gazed turned to one of the screens showing Six; still showing no signs of awakening any time soon. Much to Holiday's displeasure.

Then her gaze turned to the screen one over, showing their other patient still asleep, when a tangible form appeared out of the blue. Big Chill was making his move.

000

Ice crawled across the room and stretched over the glass lid of the cradle tube, slowing bringing G out of her deep sleep.

Some tapping and beeps could be heard outside before the lid slide open, revealing Big Chill's form.

The bright green light flashed behind her eyelids as he transformed back to human; alerting her more to his presence.

"There's my Sleeping Beauty." He teased.

She groaned as she covered her embarrassed face. "I'm nowhere near that attractive." She muffled drearily in her palms.

"No need to be all mopey." He then leaned down to gently pry her hands off, smiling gently at her precious blushing face; brushing some loose hair strands to behind her ear. "I'm glad you're okay. I've been worried."

"It's no trouble. You're always risking your life ... to protect me." She murmured, nuzzling against his palm as he held her cheek.

"Just returning the favor ... from all those years ago." After he took off the oxygen mask, his arm wrapped underneath her back and around her waist before pulling her up to help sit her up.

"How did you know I was in here? In this whole place?"

He blinked like an owl; downright looking stunned. "Don't you remember what you said? That once nephelims form their bond with their chosen mate, they're able to sense – feel where the other is? Like, no matter where or how far, they would always find their way back to each other?"

She hummed, nodding in response. "I nearly forgot."

She nervously giggled at his skeptic face when he then smirked as he leaned in to immediately capture her lips. Her startled gasp breathed into his mouth before she hummed from the ravishing sensation; his soft muffled groan responding in return. Velvety soft. Tender. And very addicting. Their lips lapped and meshed in their own special dance. Her hands reached up weakly to grasp at the front of his shirt.

"God, I missed this." He breathed out, satisfied by the rush of heat flowing through him.

"We do it a lot, actually." She shyly smiled against his lips, reminding him.

"Yeah we do ..." His dazed grin faded away at the reminder of their current situation, pulling away quite reluctantly, "But as much as I'd like to continue, we better get moving. Robot boy's onto us." He grinned at the surprised yelp she gave as he swooped her up, out of that tube and into his arms, bridal style.

"You think you can fly while carrying me? When you know I have wings for that?"

He briskly shook his head in protest. "Big Chill has the enhanced strength for it. And you still need time to heal. Conserve and build up your energy. Now's not the time to pull them out."

"There's a first time for everything." She timidly suggested.

"Not taking that chance. Besides, your fear of heights?" He raised his brow at her.

"I ... also forgot about that. Hey, give me a break here. I'm still sleepy in the noggin'."

"Just let me take the lead on this one."

"That depends on how far we'll go. If we are in what I think we are ... "

"We'll talk when we're someplace else, far enough away from here." His left hand traveled from under her calf to rest atop her knee. "Will you do the honors?" G titled her head; angled in the right spot, before zipping up to give him a short sweet kiss; his chuckle vibrating against her lips. "Later, you temptress."

She giggled against his lips, giving him a quick peck, "You better."

She fiddled with the dial until it showed the green hologram of the right alien, gently pressing it down.

Green light lite up the room as she blocked it out by raising her arm to cover her eyes.

She lowered it as soon as the light died, revealing the Necofriggian himself.

His freezing breath aimed at the ceiling, turning it icy and fragile enough. His arms grew firmer around her form as his hood fell down; his four moth like wings spreading out. "Hang on tight, G."

"Don't let me fall." Her arms tightened around his neck.

"Never." He assured her.

She tucked her head underneath his chin as he curled his arms protectively around her. He took off fast, crashing through the roof; taking the brunt of the impact whist keeping her safe from taking any more damage.

As her chilly savior flew them through the night, Rex and ball form Alpha were in pursuit locked onto them in sight.

A/N: I am tired.

Gonna hibernate now.

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