Solora-... I think you'll enjoy this chapter lol

Shyma- I love your imagination's angst XD but I doubt that'll happen.

doodle- The only reason they haven't ditched is b/c Providence has Holiday's sister & it would be incredibly difficult to get an uncontrollable Evo out & then hope that she doesn't kill anyone. Btw, yeah, everyone knows that White tried to kill her now, there's just nothing they can do about it (or they would probably end up dead, too)

Total Weirdo- I'M LOVED! YAY! lol

EVERYONE! KuroInu666 has won a solid gold cookie! (you can sell it on ebay for a lifetime supply of real cookies... or a car or a ninja or something) This wonderful person has proposed Elkhorn, WI (and it even sounds pretty rural, too lol ) SO, thank you very much! (enjoy the cookie)

AGAIN! Elidy has also won a solid gold cookie, for giving me SO MANY town names! & a website to get more! (hysterical laughter) Mt. Horeb, Spirit St. Marie, Pine Grove, Holandale, Holway, & How... Yes, How! That one rocks! The winner out of these is... Spirit, WI (cuz it's slightly more awesome than How)

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Spirit, Wisconsin.

Six just thought that town was in the middle of nowhere, but it seemed that Holiday had made it a bit more difficult to find her than he originally thought.

He was officially at the end of the rope. Everything he had dug up, so far, had pointed to this town. He had been there for a total of four hours, now. One of those hours were used collecting information, which there was none. The other three were used threatening small children to keep away from the brand new bike that he had just bought.

At first, they thought he was joking. That, surely, he wouldn't actually do anything. Then, he pulled out a sword. They promptly ran away, screaming. He remembered how that used to work on Rex, until Holiday told the boy that Six wouldn't actually hurt him. She was right and Rex had called his bluff. Those days were over, now.

The agent sighed and flicked the sword back into his sleeve, when he felt a small tug on the back of his jacket. Upon turning around, and looking down, he discovered another kid.

Oh joy.

He was a young boy with black hair and reached up to about Six's waist. "What's someone like you doing here?," he asked, revealing he was missing a tooth.

The man was reminded of Rex by the kid's bluntness. "I'm looking for someone," he replied.

The kid tilted his head like a dog. "Who?," he asked again.

"A woman by the name of Doctor Holiday," he said.

The boy looked down in thought. "Don't know any Holiday's," he said, "and all the doctors I know are old men."

"Yeah," Six said, with a sigh, "That's what everyone says."

"But," the kid said, looking back up at the agent, "I think I know who you're looking for."

Six looked down at the kid, with a bored expression, "Do you, now?"

"No one knows her real name. We just call her Em."

"Em!," suddenly, Six was interested.

"With those swords and the motorcycle and...," the kid looked the man up and down, "Well, you just look like someone that might work for Providence."

"I am."

"That's why no one's talking to you."

That stumped him. "What? Why?"

"We all know Em's an Evo," he replied, "We don't want her hurt."

Six let out a breath, "Above anything, I am not here to hurt her."

"I didn't think you were," the kid replied, "She told me about you."

"What?"

"Well," the kid started explaining, "there was a car accident, and I'd probably be dead if Em wasn't there. She saved me. When she did, she told me stories to keep me awake, about you and a teenager that are like superheroes or something. She saved me from the crash, patched me up and here I am."

"Really?"

"She's helped everyone around here, whether she meant to or not. She's like Wonder Woman or something."

"Seriously?"

"Do you want to know where she lives or not?"

Six quickly crouched down to the boy's level, "Tell me."

He pointed over his shoulder, "Go that way until you get to an old dirt road. It's covered pretty good, so you'll have to look for it. Eventually it'll turn into a rocky road, then you come up on her house."

The agent starred at the kid for a second, "Go... that way?"

"I'm a kid," he explained, "It's my directions or nothing."

Six hung his head and stood up, "Alright then."

As he was getting on the bike, the boy said, "Tell her Marcus said, hi."

The man couldn't help it, he gave the kid a small smile. "Will do."

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Listening to a kid! Great work, Six! You are absolutely brilliant, I have to tell you. You are just... of such an incredible genius, it's difficult to pin point exactly where it really is. Maybe, this isn't the right road.

So far, Six had taken the kid's directions to heart, and they were working pretty good, except for the dirt road part. He'd been pratically speeding down it for over a mile and, so far, there was no sign of anything even human.

He had just decided to turn back, when he saw it up ahead. A gate. Now, that was different. It wasn't locked or chained, so he went through it. Eventually, it turned into more of a graveled 'path' than an actual road.

The entire place was secluded and the trees stayed thick. He wasn't surprised at all that she would pick a place like this.

Finally, the trees cleared, revealing a quaint, two-story house, with a railing and porch surrounding it.

Six stopped the bike by the front steps and took his helmet off. Silently, he was thanking the kid.

This place screams Holiday.

While it was painfully obvious that he was in the right place, it was also pretty noticeable that no one was home. Now... what to do?

I'm here now. I can't just leave! Then, again, I did come all this way, White will believe she said no, if that's what I tell him. So, everything's good. I can leave. I mean, she's not here, it's a sign, right? Yeah. I should leave.

He looked over his shoulder at the road.

I came a long way. Maybe, I should wait for her. Besides, that kid might say something. No, I need to leave, before she even knows.

Then, he looked back to the house, then the road, then the house again. Six sighed for the billionth time that day.

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Once again, Six was being unexpected. Her first thought, when she saw him leaning against the railing of her house, staring a hole in a motorcycle, was 'how does he do that?'

He had, somehow, managed to sneak up on her... in Wisconsin.

She flew down from the sky. He hadn't noticed her.

Hehehehe.

Holiday walked closer to the bike, as silently as possible, and said, "Umm..."

Six jumped, and quickly looked up, to see her standing there.

Dammit, Six! Moron! Why didn't you just leave?

"So," she continued, "what possessed you to get this death trap?"

Oh, no. She was already talking about the bike. The agent's mind went into overdrive. What did make him to get one in the first place? Oh, yeah, she was dead. "Providence?," he said, instead of something like 'it was my slow suicide, but I fell in love with it'.

She looked at him, with a 'not-buying-it' expression.

"Rex?," he tried again.

Her shoulder slouched a little.

Change the subject!

"So," he said, trying to think of anything else to talk about, "how did you get a place like this in just a few days?"

Holiday sighed and decided to let the motorcycle issue go, for the time being. "My parents own this place. It's like their summer home or something," she said.

He looked over at the house. It was a lot better than Providence.

"So," she continued. Six panicked, thinking that she was going to get back to the bike. Instead, she asked, "What's with the surprise visit? Rex excaped again and you're bored?"

He had to stop himself from saying 'I wish'. "Just wanted to see how you were doing," he said instead.

She looked at him for a minute, before telling him, "You're lying."

"So?"

Holiday hung her head. She was the only one that could ever tell when he was lying and he knew that, so, he just rolled with it.

You can still leave, Six.

"You want to come in?"

"Sure."

Dammit!

Defeated, he followed behind her, up the steps.

"How has Rex been, and Circe?," she asked, opening the door.

"They've been good. Annoying, but good," he replied, "She's about ten times worse than Noah, in the 'bad ideas' department."

"Like blowing things up?"

"And setting them on fire."

"Oh," she said, with a smile, "That's nice."

"Yeah," he said, rubbing his neck. Six just realized he had to go back home to that, and then it wouldn't be long until Noah showed up and then... hell. It would just be plain, old hell.

He looked at the interior of the house. It was a pretty nice place.

I need to leave.

"How's my sister been?," she asked.

The question almost caught him off-guard, then he remembered that she hadn't seen her in a while. He mulled it over and came up with the best answer he could give. "Alive."

She smiled. To her, that was good news with the recent events.

Then, she turned her attention back to Six. He wasn't about to give anything away, unless she started prying.

Holiday walked up to him and fiddled with the end of his tie.

He looked away. The wall, the ceiling, oh look, a table; it was all very interesting.

"Six?," she asked, in the cutest voice she could manage, without laughing.

"What?"

"What did they send you here for?," she asked, as she started to slowly make her way up the tie.

He was currently trying to figure out exactly what color that wall was. "It's not to kill you," he answered, "If that's what you're thinking."

"I figured that," she said, about halfway up the tie, "or they wouldn't have sent you."

"True."

"You should look at people when you talk to them," she said, with a sly smile.

"I'm wearing shades, how can you tell?"

"I can tell... with my mind," she laughed, halfway up the tie, now.

"Marcus says 'hi', by the way."

"I thought you had talked to him, or you probably wouldn't have found me."

"Cute kid."

She smiled. "So," she said, almost to his neck, "why'd you get the bike?"

He was starting to get light headed and knew that it wasn't the telekinesis. "To spite you."

"And how's that going?"

"Not good."

She smiled again and remembered how much she had missed him. "Six," she started saying, before she could stop herself, "you might not want to hear it, but..."

The tie had stopped. Above all else, she knew that it was the last thing he wanted to hear. "But..." She couldn't do it and started trying to think of something else to say.

"I love you."

Have you ever gotten in your car and turned the key, but the engine would just roll over and not start? No matter how much screaming or punching you did? That's what Holiday was doing.

Slowly, she looked up to meet his shades. "Wha-"

"I don't care, anymore," he told her, "I love you."

That took a second to set in. Before she knew it, she had started smiling again. "I love you," she whispered back.

Six's inner voices were having mild seizures.

What the hell are you doing? Get out! Code red! Go home! Abort! Abort! You can't stay here with her! Go home!

"I should leave," he whispered, but didn't move.

She, very slowly and carefully, reached up and took off his shades, on a complete whim. He didn't try to stop her. His eyes were giving her that same look and, for once, it was what she had expected.

He held both sides of her head, just looking at her, and started to lean in. Stopping when he was less than an inch from her lips, noses touching, he knew that he shouldn't be here.

Code black, moron! Abort! It's time to leave!

"I need to leave," he said again.

"You keep saying that," she breathed.

He stayed still for a second. "You deserve this," he said, after a second, "A nice house, a decent job, a good life... a family."

That's when it hit him. It felt like he had been shot. He, seriously, had to leave.

He was about to say it again, and actually go this time, when she interrupted him. "I had those things. Maybe not the house, but I had that life."

Six didn't move, so she continued, "A job that was... annoying, but it was still a good job. I helped save the world. As for my life, it's been bumpy, but every life is like that."

"Holiday..."

"I miss my family," she whispered. "You and Rex. You were my family, and you know it."

"No..."

"That's the life I want."

That stumped him. "You knew," he asked.

"I guessed," she answered.

Son of a bitch. Well, you're screwed now, Six. You can still leave, though! Just make something up or-

Suddenly, he kissed her passionatly, catching her off guard.

Oh! Well! Great! You know what? Forget it! Just forget it!

He was completely fine with 'forgetting it'.

She let out a little moan of surprise, but quickly sank into his kiss.

He broke away, for a milisecond of air, and kissed her again, before his mind had time to think. It was suddenly getting a lot more difficult to think, at all.

Holiday moved her lips to his, steadily moving faster, wrapping her arms around him and deepening the kiss.

They both broke an inch away to breath, foreheads still touching.

Somewhere, between all of that, he had pressed her against the wall, without her noticing, and his hands had moved to her hips.

"Are you sure about Providence? I can still leave," he whispered, gasping for air, not really believing himself.

"Leave?," she said, out of breath, "I haven't even showed you the bedroom, yet."

"The bedro-?," he was cut-off by her lips, in which he leaned in, kissing deeper.

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Yes. Once again, I have gone there.

There is a fine line between T and M (I think). I'm trying to keep this in the Teen category, but I think I'm doing a good job. Besides, they're adults. I mean, come on.

I know the 'kissing scene' was short, but it was so good.

Please don't flame me to death for the 'suggestivness'. lol

Ain't Marcus cute? lol

Congrats to Elidy for winning my make-believe contest. XD

R&R