Author's Note:

I lied, this most definitely isn't a two shot. Alas, that was just wishful thinking on my part. This chapter was actually mostly done on Friday, but I had pep band (ow) and so when I came home I kinda just died and slept for like 12 hours.

I'm also almost finished with Generator Rex! I've got a couple of episodes in season three left, mainly Van Kleiss centric episodes because I hate him, and I watched the season finale because I am a very impatient person. The finale was both good and bad, I didn't watch the episodes with Black Knight so that part was kinda random, but it revealed a lot of information and despite it's kinda random "why is there suddenly a bunch of awesome robots" plot going on it actually felt exciting to watch.

Also:

If you wanna see the poster I sketched of Rex and his final mech form visit this link:

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And if you wanna see the comic I sketched out you can, but please be mindful I sketched this out with the visuals in mind so my handwriting is pretty much not even readable. I write my 's' really weirdly.

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Anyways, enjoy the chapter!


White Knight pulled a chair from another table and sat Six down with the others for lunch.

Seated at the far end of the other side of the table, having finished his food already, Rex was pestering Dr. Holiday about her work. The two were deep in conversation centered around the good doctor's research, previously in a nice neat stack when Six first got here, strewn about in front of them.

Six was not exactly sure what the two were talking about to each other, or who was in charge of the conversation.

The kid appeared to be detailing the different nanite components to Holiday and pointing out parts of the nanites labeled on a diagram, explaining what they did. Something about the difference between the active nanites in Rex and the active nanites his family was working on? It was just a bunch of science jargon to Six, but Holiday seemed to understand what Rex was rambling about and was even impressed by the boy.

Hell, Six was too. Six was expecting perhaps a kid smarter than the average ten-year-old boy that lucked out on the genius genes his brother had given to him by parents. Instead, Rex also seemed to be a genius. Maybe compared to his brother Rex was normal?

"Anyways Holiday, that's just what my brother Caesar told me about the omega nanite, and I've been reading through his blueprints and notes on it. I'm not exactly sure what some of the functions of the nanites are actually for, but I memorized what they do just in case. You never know when that knowledge will come in handy. Especially if it's about the machines in my body. I kinda wanna know what the nanites are doing in here."

Okaaaay, maybe Rex just has a photographic memory or something.

Six turns his attention away from Rex's conversation with Holiday and turns his attention back to White Knight, who was sipping his signature glass of milk.

"So, about Rex," Six began. "He's...definitely a character."

"Have you gotten the briefing on him yet.?" White Knight asks Six.

"No, but I've read through the files I was given on him," Six says slowly. "A 10-year-old kid, half Mexican and half Argentinian, and was born in Switzerland. He had a life-threatening injury recently, forcing his parents to use and test the...nanites they helped develop to save him. His parents are now concerned the boy is now an easy target for kidnapping and hired us to protect him. I thought this was going to be an easy job but now that I've actually met Rex I assume it's actually more complicated than it seems?"

He looks at White Knight, who sighs.

"Yeah, not all of that was correct. You'll get the official briefing on Rex tonight, but I'll just sum up the important parts I was told. It's a doozy."

White Knight tips his head back to finish off his glass of milk before placing it back on the table.

"You see, Rex's parents haven't just hired us to protect Rex, but also to hide him away from their sponsors. You see, whoever funds their little nanite project was absolutely thrilled with the success brought by Rex's infusion of nanites after his injury. With the abilities Rex gained in mind, they wanted to push nanite technology further. They wanted to achieve godhood by the nanites, and they were practically shoving millions of dollars in the scientists' face."

Six nodded, mulling over these facts. Suddenly the amount of money he was being paid for this job made a lot more sense. Maybe they really did need the sixth deadliest man for this job.

"Anyways, this push for the seemingly impossible divided the scientists. Some wanted to stop working on the project and go back to their original desires for the nanites and others were all for making their sponsor's dream come true. After all, who says that just the higher-ups were going to receive the nanites they were working on?"

White Knight paused and leaned in towards Six, his face sullen.

"But get this. One of the scientists decides to sabotage the project. Supposedly on the orders from the higher-ups, but who knows. The other scientists decide to self-destruct the project rather than let the nanites fall into the wrong hands. They were going to blow up the project, literally."

"The nanites were active, but unfinished, and they were pressurized. It would take one push of a button and the project would just disperse into nothing. Rex's brother Caesar was the one to push the button. The scientists were evacuating as quickly as they could as the nanites prepared to blow when Rex ran in to stop everything."

"What?" Six quietly whispered to White Knight. "What the hell was Rex thinking? What good could he have done in that situation? He's not exactly an expert on bombs is he?"

"That's the thing, Six!" White Knight whispered-shouted back. "Rex knew exactly what he was doing. Because his body was already filled with nanites, complete nanites he could control, Rex's body could hold an insane amount of active nanites that would have mutated any other person into a monster, and he took in all the active nanites. All of them! Of course, it left him with those horrible metal growths on him. Doc here has been working day and night to get rid of them. She's managed to make them more compact. If you were here earlier you would have thought Rex was a metal anemone."

Six stared at White Knight in shock.

Wait...if what White Knight was saying was correct…Rex didn't just have experimental medical nanites in him, he had the whole effing project swirling around his body. What the fuck. The boy across from him held millions, billions of dollars in his blood, and Six was tasked with keeping the boy safe. The one who just accidentally snorted chocolate milk up his nose.

As Six watched as Rex sputtered out the chocolate milk and Holiday fussed over him with napkins, his original question burned in his mind.

How did Rex know he could do all this?

Six was pretty sure Rex couldn't possibly know everything about the nanite project even if his entire family was in on the project, he had to go to school and play with other kids his age. Did he bury himself in his family's notes when they weren't looking and figured out the ins and outs of his nanites?

Six was about to ask White Knight to elaborate on Rex's role in stopping the nanite project from blowing up before White Knight spoke up.

Six shut his mouth.

He'd likely get his answers in a few moments.

"You wanna know what the cherry on top of all this is?" White Knight asked. "Rex by all accounts, should not have been able to do what he did. He shouldn't even have known how. I've overheard some stuff his mother said and she said about a month before the accident Rex started acting strangely. At first, she thought it was just some side effects of the nanites finally rearing their heads but she checked him over and found nothing strange! Regardless of his clean bill of health, his speech patterns started changing, he kept getting basic information like his age wrong, and he started knowing things about the nanites he shouldn't have."

White Knight drew back his face from Six's.

"Of course my theory is that Rex isn't actually Rex anymore. He's some kind of mixture of Rex and whatever nanites were injected into him by his parents. It'd explain why one moment the kid acts like his age and the next he'd suddenly Mr. Nanite expert. I'd disinfect anything Rex touches and keep physical contact with him to a minimum. Who's to say I won't catch whatever changed Rex?"

Six sighed. While White Knight's conversation was very informative, he should have known White Knight would eventually turn the conversation to White Knight's fear of germs. Every mission Six has ever partnered up with White Knight on, White Knight has managed to find some kind of germ angle to apply his fear.

While nanites weren't germs, they were small and unseeable so it wouldn't be hard for White Knight to apply his germaphobic tendencies towards the small robots.

"I'm fairly certain nanites don't work like that, White Knight."

"Whatever. I'm still disinfecting everything I can get my hands on," White Knight grumbled. He turned away from Six and finished off the last bit of his lunch.

Six took a bite of his sandwich. It had been warmed up before, but while White Knight briefed him on Rex it had cooled off. The egg in the sandwich was now kind of gross.

"Hey, is there a-?"

"Microwave?" Holiday asked.

"Uh, yes, how did you know that's what I was going to ask about?" Six liked to think of himself as being hard to read unless he was being flirty and it caught him off guard that Holiday knew what he was about to ask.

"You made a funny face when you bit into your sandwich. That and you and White Knight were talking for a long time. I can get your sandwich for you and microwave it."

Not one to turn down a pretty lady, Six let her take his sandwich off his hands. He watched as Holiday walked out of the room, to wherever the microwave was. She was really pretty.

Rex took this as an opportunity to sit next to Six. White Knight scooted away from the two, his chair scraping across the linoleum floor.

Six shot a glare at Knight.

"Sooo…," Rex said, looking up at Six. "You like Holiday, huh?"

White Knight spat out his milk. If Six was drinking a drink then, he would have too.

"What makes you say that kid?" Six asked Rex calmly while White Knight coughed, dying in the background.

Six has no idea what this was about. His opinion of Rex has changed so many times today that he wasn't sure what to think of Rex.

At first, he thought Rex was a normal kid. Then he thought the kid was to be pitied when he first saw the metal growths on his skin, then he was heroic for taking in all the nanites, and now he was just something else. Maybe he wasn't even a kid.

Maybe what White Knight said about the kid acting like a kid one minute and a mini scientist the next had some merit. Rex had definitely switched into typical nosy kid mode.

Six recalled the few times he's had to interact with kids, and a lot of them eventually tried pairing Six off with random ladies. Six hated those moments, but everyone else around him said it was 'cute'. Six thought everyone needed to evaluate their definition of cute. Being interrogated by a little kid about romance was not cute. It was awkward.

Back to Rex. Rex was resting his head on his hands and he looked up at Six with an air of innocence. If he made his puppy eyes any bigger, Six wouldn't be surprised if angels came down singing.

"I think you two would make a great couple~," Rex said in a sing-song voice.

"I'm not here to date Rex. I'm here to protect you from danger. That's almost a 24/7 job. I won't have any time to do anything of the like," Six said. He wanted to wrap this conversation up before Holiday got back.

"I'm just putting the idea out there. You two clearly like each other."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't. Where's your proof? We've only known each other for a couple of minutes."

Rex raised his hand up to point at Six and opened his mouth to retort before he stilled and made a face and put his head back down.

"Okay, I don't have any proof, but it will happen, mark my words!"

Rex shook his fist at Six.

"What are you guys talking about?" A voice behind them said.

Six turned around only to be met with a sandwich being handed off to him.

"Rex was asking me some invasive questions. I was refusing to answer."

"Rex!" chastised Holiday. "Don't bother the man. He needs to be able to focus to protect you, and if he doesn't want to answer questions let him keep silent."

"Awww, alright. I was just bored and I wanted to do something fun before we did my testing." Rex put on a pout for Holiday.

"Speaking of testing, if you're done with your lunch Rex we should head over to the lab."

Rex nodded and grabbed his paper plate and cup. His dirty napkin flew off the plate as he walked over to the trash can, and Six watched as Rex's metal growths again reached out and grabbed the paper.