Happy Thanksgiving all! I am thankful for lots of this and this fan fiction in particular. Please R&R if it sucks it won't continue….also please read From Abysus first.

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Chapter 3

Rex took Emily's hand and led her down the hall towards his room. Chattering away cheerfully the noise was lost on Emily. Rex glanced quickly back at her following slightly shaking form. She wasn't in shock but… Rex could not think a word to describe what he was seeing. And the way she was letting Rex pull her along was so childlike and dependent. "This is not good." Rex thought. Seeing her like this made Rex wonder, what had really happened to him in the past. His blackouts are supposed to be caused by extreme trauma. He couldn't help but worry for a moment that perhaps before Six had found him, before he had been with the others in Hong Kong, that he had something like that happen to him too. As he opened the door to his room he was thankfully Bobo was not around. Bobo was not the most comforting person. He let go of Emily's hand and turned to smile at her.

"So what would you like to do? I've got the new racing game Noah let me borrow, or we could watch a movie…or how about we go play in the petting zoo…or are you hungry? We could get some food… or we could…" Emily put a finger to Rex's lips hushing him. When he went silent she removed her hand. She looked at him soft green eyes, begging and spoke in a whisper.

"Rex, I want to go out."

He nodded silently and grabbed an extra orange jacket for her. It was suppose to rain today and he would never hear the end of it from Holiday if she got sick but it was more than that. She was his family now and he cared. He laid the coat over her shoulders and she slipped it on. Carefully Rex leaned against the door frame and peered out.

Finding the hall empty he motioned for her to come. They would get out through the petting zoo. It was almost feeding time and the technicians would be busy. No one would see them. Rex opened the door that led to the desert and immediately transformed to his Rex ride. Everything was going perfect.

At least until the alarms started going off.

"Hold tight Chica!" Rex took off at full speed, feeling Emily holding on for dear life. After putting a few miles between Providence and themselves Rex slowed down. He felt Emily take a deep breath and mentally scolded himself. Noah had complaint that when Rex was at his top speed it was hard to breathe but he had been so preoccupied with getting away he had forgotten about it.

"Any place in particular you wanna go?" He asked. Emily though about it for a moment.

"The mall?" She asked smiling.

Rex smiled at her happiness. "Works for me." With that they headed into town to the 3rd largest mall in the world.

(Scene change, Providence)

"Dr. Holiday I understand you concern but as long as Emily can do her job, I could care less about her past life." White spoke gruffly from the screen.

"But sir protocol clearly states that…" Holiday started but…

"Don't quote protocol to me Dr. as far as the outside world is considered Emily doesn't exist. You are to make sure she is sound for work physically. As for this little…abuse issue…it wasn't a problem before with her and I don't expect it to be one now. You and Six seem to be slacking with that girl. Get her trained and out there! White Out."

Dr. Holiday could only stare at the blank screen in shock. How could he possibly think ignoring a past trauma would make it go away? Emily had trusted them enough to tell them and good old White wanted to sweep it under the rug. Dr. Holiday was fuming as she made her way back to the lab. She was ignoring the frantic movements of solders, lab techs and anyone else in the hall, to get out of her way. Her heels clicked down the hall like a rattlesnakes rattle. Dr. Holiday felt as if she could spit poison. It was only after she got back to her private lab and shut the door did White's words have a moment to really sink in.

Her eyes widened a bit. What could White have been getting at, saying Six was somehow slacking in his care with Emily. She thought about it. She couldn't think of any time she would say the training had been slacked. Sure it was different training from Rex's but Emily wasn't a fighter quite like Rex.

Sighing, Dr. Holiday stood. She had decided to just go ask Six what White had meant.

Then the alarms went off.

She smiled smugly, White was sure to be mad his "property" was out again.

Maybe she would just take her time locating Rex using his nanites. Let them have some fun. Doing her best to hide her smile she stepped out into the hall.

She had an agent to find.

(Scene change)

The darkness hung thick in the air, a putrid scent of oil and crude mixed with the dust. A tall machine stood at the center of the seeming abandoned place. Inhuman hands worked upon it, desperately trying to coax life out of this choked creature. Van Kleiss tapped his dark boot upon the floor as he paced back and forth. He would get this blasted thing working again. As long as Emily was in Providence's keep he had no chance of getting her. Not when it had become obvious she would be hard to control. He needed something else, something dear to her from her world to make her obey.

"Master I think we got it." Biowulf called out as the machine began to hum, bits of electricity sparking the air. The portal began to open and Van Kleiss felt his smile fade.

"I didn't say to open it yet you fool! Close it!" He commanded.

"Master, were trying, but we're…we are not in control. "Circe called from the control panel, she and Breach desperately pushing buttons.

"Move you stupid girl." Van Kleiss pushed her out of the way. Thankfully Breach caught her.

"Thank you." Circe whispered standing up. She didn't see Breach's small smile or her cheeks blush.

"No!" Van Kleiss hit the panel with frustration causing it to spark. How could it be he was not in control?

Brown dirty air filled the room as did a vile, vomit like smell. Circe found herself retching. This was not like the last time. The last time it had been bright and clear, the air fresh.

A powerful figure stepped out into Abysus and the portal closed. He was as tall as Biowulf, with massive shoulders. Ripping muscles and strong legs. A powerful looking set of brown wings adorned his back. His long black hair, flowed down like a river over his neck and shoulders. Touching the top of his black and golden armored chest plate. His black eyes pierced them, taking in all he saw.

"Where is she?"

His voice was cold and powerfully demanding.

Circe shivered in fear. What had they done?