This chap is sort of a well-needed filler. I think everyone will enjoy it though ^.^
Lexii- Camp is a harsh mistress, I hope you come back in one piece. Also, I'll do you proud! I hope you enjoy the chapters to come =)
botgal- I'm always quoting Family Guy! XD My friends and family hate it, cuz I do that so often. lol Your review made me laugh :)
I cutely named the beginning 'Six's coffee adventure'. XD For absolutely no reason.
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Six rolled over again. He was the top agent for a secret organization. He had coffee to drink, a kid to lecture, a paper to sign, and more coffee to drink. He had to get up.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he managed to crawl out of bed. Noting how sore his chest and back were, he slowly put his clothes on. Taking his glasses off of the small table beside his bed, he walked out of the room.
Eventually, he made it the cafeteria. About three men sat in a corner, drinking their coffee and genuinely enjoying their morning. Six suddenly hated them, and pushed the thought out of his mind.
Just because the morning was about to kill him, didn't mean he had to kill someone else.
He quickly, and descreetly, dashed for the coffee. The main reason he poured it up black, was because he just simply didn't have the stamina of reaching for the cream or sugar. He had been taking it black lately, anyway.
After finally sitting down, a good distance away from those men, he started to let his mind wonder. All of this was so... odd. The entire morning. He never felt like this. Yes, sure, the years were starting to catch up to him, but it was just the morning. Six felt like he was about to die.
The last time he felt like this was during a hangover, a massive hangover, that included a lot of whiskey.
That was right after he had found Rex. He had just found a half dead, ten year-old boy in Ground Zero, who was terrified of everything around him and the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Dad?" That, followed by strings of 'don't let them get me's, and 'are you one of them's, and a lot more of other traumatizing things.
Six was the only person Rex would trust enough to listen, too. Whether it was because Six looked like he knew what he was doing or because the boy still thought he was his father wasn't incredibly clear at that point. He took Rex to Holiday, who had somehow managed to show exactly how Six felt. Sad, scared, and a little parental.
To keep his emotions in check that night, he had broken out the whiskey and took a sip... then another... then it started getting a little hazy.
Six looked down at his coffee. That was so long ago, though. He remembered the next morning a little too vividly and never touched the stuff again. Besides, he was never really much of a drinker in the first place. That's what Holiday blamed his horrible hangover on.
Holiday?
Why did she keep running through his head. That wasn't normal for him either. The first thing he thought about that morning when he got up was, 'is she alright'.
Why would I think that? Of course, she's alright. Nothing's ever going to happen to her.
He stopped right there.
Why did I think that? Ugh! Coffee!
He allowed himself to slump over the table, considering how he felt. He put a hand to his forehead and took a drink of the coffee. It tasted so horrible, but, god, it felt good. At least, it was healthier than whiskey. He took another, bigger sip.
Six's eyes looked around the room, then he took a casual glance at his watch.
Rex wasn't there. By now, he had either seen Rex or heard about something he had done that morning. Usually, neither were anything good, and he would've thanked something for the boy's absence, if it hadn't worried him so much. He hadn't seen the monkey, either.
Why am I worried about him? He's just sleeping somewhere.
He looked back down at the empty cup. He hadn't even realized he drank it all. With a breath, he pushed out his chair and stood up, knowing that something just wasn't quite right.
Suddenly, as he was walking away from the table, everything started to fall into place. Slowly, everything that had happened, was gradually coming back.
Six stood there, for a second. He faintly remembered seeing bandages on his chest and arm that morning. Why his head and body hurt, why the coffee was so important, why he was so worried about Rex and Holiday.
Holiday?... Holiday.
His eyes widened. The forgotten cup fell to the floor as Six sprinted out the room, completely forgetting about the men at the table.
Quickly, he took a tight turn, running down the main hall.
Maybe, I really did just get drunk. That's all.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn't go see Holiday first. What if all of that didn't happen? He'd look like a complete idiot.
Why do I care what she thinks? Gah! Where's Rex?
The kid's room finally came into sight. He had managed to stop in front of the door and make it open. As he leaned against the door frame for dear life; the last thing he needed feeling like this was a hundred yard dash; he noticed Rex, still asleep.
The teen was snoring and drooling, still in his clothes from the previous day. His arm limply hung over the side.
Ok, either all that really happened or... I just got Rex drunk.
"Rex!," Six ordered, the loud voice even hurting himself.
Rex stopped snoring and his eyes cracked open. He leaned up in a yawn. In mid-stretch, he looked over at Six and stopped.
Wow, he looks horrible.
He noted the scowl on his mentor's face and the rigidness his shape was in. In fact, Rex felt kinda like that, too.
He turned his body, so his feet fell over the side.
"So, where's the fi-," that's when it hit him. Like a brick, or maybe a house.
He stood up and started screaming. It happened so fast, Six almost fell over.
He ran to the boy. "Just take a deep breath or something!," he said, about to start screaming, too.
Rex obeyed and took a deep breath in, then started screaming again.
"Nevermind! Just shut up!," Six ordered.
Rex promptly shut up, taking strangled breaths, trying not to freak out again.
Oh man! Oh man! Did that really happen? Is she ok? I can't remember! Oh god, what happened?
He looked up at Six, expression begging for an answer.
Six looked down at him. After a brief silence between the two, the only thing he could think to say was, "We were just drunk, right?"
Rex stayed there with the same expression, then started to ramble. "She was taken. Something about an Evo. I can't remember what happened. I can't remember what I did! Why are we home? Where is she? What's going on?"
In a slightly higher voice, Six lost all composure he had left, "We were just drunk, right?"
The silence came back. Rex opened his mouth to say something, but one look at Six told him, 'no, just no'. Instead, he promptly ran out of the room.
Six stared at where Rex used to be, and quickly ran after him.
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Holiday had finally finished taking another test on herself. She wanted to make super sure that she wasn't an Evo, but everything looked fine and she had started to relax. She was in her lab, alone, on the table that Rex was usually on. Her coat lay over the side of a nearby chair.
She had just finished taking another vitamin B-12 shot, just to make super, super sure. Instead of rolling down her sleeve, she thought the hair should come first. Holiday started gathering up her hair and took the hairband off her wrist and was about to wrap it up, when she heard it. Wild, running footsteps, slowly getting louder.
Sounds like their meds wore off.
She remembered reading a small medical report that morning, about what the doctors had given Six and Rex. After reading it, she had no doubt that the medicine had quickly finished them off, knowing that was some powerful stuff. They had to feel awful, and yet, they were running to her.
The door swished open and Rex was the first to run in. Upon seeing Holiday, he quickly stopped.
Her hands were still tangled in her hair, but that was all but forgotten. Rex stood there, frozen. She noted the wrinkled clothes and knew he had slept in them.
Six quickly ran in and, seeing Holiday, also froze, right behind Rex. She knew he was staring her down behind those shades.
There was a long silence between them in which no one moved. Holiday looked at them and they looked back at her.
Well, at least they're alive.
She shrugged it off and looked away to finish up with her hair. Then, she rolled down her sleeve, trying to buy time, but her shirt only came down to her elbow.
She looked back over at her boys. Rex's eyes had gotten a little wider and Six's jaw had gotten a little lower.
"Are you two-," she was cutoff. Rex started screaming.
He stopped, just as fast as he started, and quickly ran around to her left side. "Holiday! Are you alright? Are you hurt?," he rambled, taking her hand in his, about to start crying.
She let out a little smile. "I'm fine, Rex."
"Are you sure?," Six said, on her other side. She jumped a little, he had snuck up on her again.
She was about to answer him, when Rex looked over at the agent. "What should we do, Six?," he asked, worried.
"Guys, really. I'm fi-"
"Check her over," Six ordered. Rex nodded, without a second thought, and checked over her back and side, lifting her arm when needed. Six had grabbed her right elbow and was checking that side, touching a little more than Rex was.
"Guys. Really. I'm-"
"She looks alright on this side," Rex said.
"Check her legs."
Holiday quickly remembered she was wearing a skirt and noticed that they both seemed to be pretty detailed in their search. Locking up her arms and legs, she managed to say, "I'm fine!," with a slight blush.
"Really!," she said, looking at both of them, while giving a small smile. "I've checked through everything. I really am ok."
That starred down at her and a second of silence ran through the room. Six quickly looked over at Rex, "hold her down."
"What?"
"Alright. Holiday hold still."
"What? Wait. No. Wait. NO!"
She was holding Rex off with one hand on his head, his arms stretched out to her. Six looked just as stoic as ever.
"I am a doctor! I can promise you, that I'm fine." Rex backed off a little and she looked at both of them. "I promise, I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere," she tried again, with her smile. Holiday couldn't help but smile. She had missed them so much.
The thought of him holding her down instead, flickered through Six's head. Then again, Rex probably wouldn't be the best person in the world to give Holiday a full medical exam.
I'm not going anywhere.
He dropped his shoulders a little. Six knew she wouldn't hide anything like that from them, especially himself. So, he let it go.
"Alright," he said.
Holiday let out a sigh of relief, knowing that if Six had given up, Rex hopefully would, too.
The teen looked between the two. Six seemed calm. Holiday seemed alright. Everything was really ok. He promptly dropped to his knees, completely relieved. Then, he suddenly looked up at Six.
"You!," he said, again with that accusing finger, "You got me all worked up!"
"Me?," Six actually shot back, "You didn't remember anything! You're the one that got me worried!"
Holiday massaged her temples, still smiling. It seemed Six had changed a little of his composure, at least around the two of them, but she wasn't complaining. Although, if they kept arguing like this, she'd have to think of something.
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Ok, so not the fluff I promised. That'll be in the next chapter, SORRY! Anywho, this was originally planned in the story, I just thought it would be much shorter than this.
Alright, so, if Six seems at a slight ooc-ness, it's because of everything that has happened. I suppose he realized and accepted how much he cares about them.
I think that's it. Until the next chapter!
R&R