If you're still reading, then that means you are loyal & have trust that this is gonna rock. That, or you just gotta see what happened after that huge cliff thing.
alwayslost- Actually, I watched an amv to try to figure out the color of her eyes XD They looked brown, so that's what I went with. I'm really not sure.
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It had been two weeks since Holiday had gone missing.
No one had told them anything. She just wasn't there anymore.
After the second day, Six had taken Rex aside. He told the boy that he was going to find her and didn't know how long he'd be gone. That he needed Rex to cover for him, and that he'd be back, with Holiday, in no time.
That was two weeks ago and Six hasn't turned up either. He refused to get worried about them, knowing that Six could handle it & that he was needed there, at Providence.
So, Rex covered for him. It didn't take a genius to know that he was hiding something, but no one cared to know what. Except, White Knight, but Rex had kept it up. Besides, White knew something about her.
Since Six wasn't there, he had done a quick snoop around Providence base, turning up absolutely nothing. He had even made his way down to the Hole, to see her sister. She almost looked as worried as he was.
They had replaced Rex's doctor the same day that they had noticed she wasn't there. The new man didn't spend nearly as much time in the lab as Holiday had, which left the place a hollow room. For some reason, Rex kept thinking he might find her in there and kept snooping it out, or just sitting in there, hoping she'd turn up.
At least Six was out, doing something about all this. He felt so useless.
He walked in her lab, for the hundredth time that week, and suddenly noticed him. Six. Rex couldn't speak, the man hadn't noticed him walk in, yet.
Six was sitting on the exam table, shades dangling in one hand, his other pinching the bridge of his nose. He was hunched over and looked so worn out.
He couldn't find her.
Rex barely managed to swallow the lump in his throat. Just because he didn't find her didn't mean she was... gone. Right?
"Six?," he said. The agent didn't move.
After a long silence, Six turned his head away from Rex. "I couldn't find her," he replied, barely over a whisper. "I looked everywhere. She's just-"
"No," Rex interrupted, "Not after everything. The world's a big place, right? I'm sure she's alright. She has to be."
Six realized that Rex had come to the same conclusion that he had, except the kid refused to face it. Providence, or rather Knight, was behind her disappearance. If that was the case, Rex had figured that she had been reassigned, because her relationship with himself had put her, and then them, in harm's way.
Six figured it meant she was dead. He didn't have the heart to just flat-out tell the kid, or himself. It was the 'not knowing' part of it. The part that had kept him wide awake for the past two weeks. He had thought about getting drunk again, but that just reminded him of her, so he just went back to his job and Rex. Like that didn't scream 'Holiday' wherever he went.
There was simply nothing else he could do. That was exactly why the emotional contact was such a negative to him. In his line of work, no one lived forever.
But, she was a doctor. Not a soldier, not a killer, just a doctor.
Maybe, it just didn't have time to set in, yet.
He stood up, keeping the composure in check, and started walking out.
"Six?," Rex said again. He stopped walking, but didn't turn to the boy.
"I think...," Rex started to say it, but lost his voice. One look back up to his mentor, told him something. He managed to contiuned, "I really do think she's ok. She promised, you know?"
She did promise, didn't she?
Six slowly turned his head, to look at Rex. The boy, for once, looked stronger than he did. Looking at him, he thought that, maybe, she really was alright, wherever she was.
He gave the kid a wavy smile, put his shades back on, and walked out of the room.
Rex watched him leave and never thought that someone like Six could break.
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The door closed behind him. Six had made it to his room without going completely insane. Woohoo.
Without turning the light on, he took his jacket off and sat down on the bed. Putting his hands together, he rested his head with the weight of his arms and just stared at the wall.
Was she ok? If so, where was she? If not, then... how? When?
He had a feeling, like a rock in his chest, that knew that answer. Random words swam around in the back of his mind, and they knew the answer. His entire being knew the answer. Instead, he just kept staring at that one spot on the wall. His mind went blank and he didn't know how long he had stayed there. Hours? That's what it felt like.
Whether it was his mental walls crashing down around him or that he had finally gone insane, he didn't know, but the words had suddenly come to the front of his mind.
She's gone and she's not coming back.
They didn't hurt like he thought they would. They didn't sting. They didn't do anything. He knew why, and as soon as he thought it, the phrase came back around.
Holiday is dead and I will never see again.
That hit.
She will never go check on her sister again. She will never worry over Rex again. I will never take up for her again. She will never cure her sister. She will never go back home. She will never know... the way I felt... The way I feel. I didn't tell her. I didn't show her. Now, she's gone. She's never coming back.
He quickly pushed the thoughts away before he finally snapped. The only change in himself was that he was breathing more heavily, but other than that-
Am I crying?
He dipped his head down and rested his tired eyes behind the palms of his hands.
Yeah. I'm crying.
Sitting there, in the dark, he remembered the weirdest thing. An old saying. It went something like 'if you have ever lost someone close to you, then you know the feeling all to well, and, if you haven't, then you can't even begin to imagine it'. It was a strange feeling. Yeah, there were tears, but he didn't feel sad. Not guilty, or scared, or angry. He just felt so... numb.
It hurt.
His mind started to wonder around again.
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It hurt so much.
Eyes cracked open to reveal too much light. Body incredibly stiff. Head hurting so much.
A shadow of a man washed in through the light.
"Good morning, dear," he said, in a familiar and deep voice. It made her cringe for no real reason.
He even looked familiar.
She looked around the room she lay in. Yellow light. The smell of dust. Large, brick walls. It was so familiar.
The woman sat up, her long, black hair waving out behind her. Looking down, she noticed she wore jeans and a deep, red blouse.
She looked up at the man. He seemed familiar enough, he must know her. "Who am I?," she asked.
"I thought that you'd forget," he said with a slight frown, then continued, "You're name is Em."
Em? That didn't seem right.
"Kleiss," a voice said across the room. Now that name, she recognized, but couldn't place it. She looked over to the voice. It was a young girl with black and red hair, looked no older than fifteen maybe. The girl told 'Kleiss', "she needs her rest."
"Right," he said, smiling to the girl, then back to the woman. "I'll see you again soon, my dear," he told her before walking out.
The girl walked up to her with, what look like, medicine. She didn't seem as familiar as the man. "Who are you?," she asked, starting to get a little scared.
The girl looked up to meet Em's eyes, "I'm Circe."
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I know, it's super short. The next will be longer.
Six's reaction was... horrible to write out. That's why this chap is so short, it's just too damn sad.
We're gonna stray away from Rex and Six for a while, and focus on Kleiss, the pack, & 'Em'.
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Enjoy that.
R&R