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Six raised his voice over the roar of the water, "And what's your idea, again?"

Noah looked over the edge of the top of the Petting Zoo's waterfall. "We've tried water and we've tried pain, but we haven't tried water and pain."

The agent was holding up Rex, as he starred at Noah for a second. "You know, this just might kill him."

While Six looked over the edge, Noah moved back. "Nah, he won't die."

"How do you figure?"

"Cause you'll be with him," Noah said, pushing Six's back and sending both over the edge. Revenge was sweet. Unfortunately, Six had grabbed on to Noah's sleeve, which pulled the blonde over as well.

He wanted to scream, he really did, but the water at the bottom had suddenly met the group head on, making the splash echo through the whole zoo. How they were still alive was, honestly, beyond him. Noah's instant reaction was to swim up for air, which he did. He burst through to the surface, breathing heavy and coughing out the water he had taken in, when he felt his brain being stabbed again.

With a little squeek, he looked up to see Six swimming next to him, glaring him down. Six raised a hand, placed it on top of Noah's trembling head, and dunked him.

The water splashed around for a few seconds, as the kid's arms flailed around, until the man relented and Noah came back up. "Ah!," he breathed in, "What the hell, Six? You trying to kill me?"

"You're the one that tried to kill us!," Six sent back, his patience shot to hell. Holiday was going to kill them.

"You tried to kill me with the sprayer!"

"Not the point!"

"Yes it is!"

Thus, they started splashing water at each other like five year olds, mainly to drown/kill the other, when a dark figure started to come from the water. They both instantly stopped moving and starred at it.

With a 'bloop' Rex bobbed back up to the surface of the water, laying on his stomach, still out.

"Rex!" They both quickly splashed over to him.

A few minutes later, they all had managed to crawl back on land, like some drowned rats, panting for air. Rex was layed out in between them, ok, for the most part.

Six, once he caught his breath, stood up and took Rex's arm again, tugging the boy up. "We never mention this again."

Noah nodded fiercely, looping Rex's other arm across his shoulders. "What do we do now?"

"Hide," Six answered, trying to navigate out of the Petting Zoo, "We just hide. We're screwed, anyway."

"Agreed," Noah said. He never heard Six talk so... normal before, but, then again, they were under some pretty heavy stress at the moment. It honestly didn't surprise him in the least that the sixth deadliest man on Earth was scarred of a doctor, particularly that doctor.

A sound broke him from his thoughts and he stopped walking, looking around for the noise, paranoid as hell. There it was again... coming from...

Noah and Six both looked at Rex. The teen smacked again, then let out a massive yawn. His head moved up as his eyes blinked open.

"You're awake!," Noah exclaimed, ecstatic for the turn of events.

Rex opened his mouth, closed it, opened again, and threw up.

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...

Did he really think she was that stupid?

"Six?," Holiday called through her communicator again, getting annoyed, "Answer me, Nanny."

Usually, if Six wasn't responding through his communicator, it meant the worst, but this time it just meant that he was hiding something. Something that he was hiding from her and only her.

Personally, it ticked her off.

Holiday's heels clicked against the floor, as she stalked down the hall, eyebrow twitching and finger to her ear. "Six. I will find you."

Nothing.

"You can't hide from me, Six."

Nothing.

"Dammit! I know where you sleep at night!"

Still nothing.

She let out a growl and continued stalking. If this had anything to do with Rex, she was going to kill him.

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Rex hurled again. After spilling what little was still in his stomach, he spat out, "I'm siiiiiiiiick."

"Yes, Rex, you're sick," Noah said, rubbing his eyes. They had found the nearest public bathroom on base, and pushed the Evo in a stall. Rex hung over the toilet, Noah stood behind him, and Six was holding the stall door open by leaning against it.

The blonde turned to the man behind him. "Well, he's awake now," Noah said, "Wasn't that the goal?"

"Oh yeah," Six answered, "Bring him to Holiday, like that. Brilliant idea."

"Then what do we do now?," he shrugged.

"Hide."

"Hide?"

"Hide."

Noah blinked, "How many people have you killed, again?"

"I'm not scared of her," Six furrowed his brow.

The kid smirked, "Didn't say you were."

Six was about to make a comeback, when Rex hurled again, basically ending their conversation. Suddenly, the man looked up, then looked around.

Rex sputtered, bringing his head out of the toilet. "I think I'm sick."

Noah sighed. "Yes, Rex, you're-" Six grabbed both of the boy's collars, dragging them out of the stall and to the other end of the bathroom, at, at least, sixty miles an hour.

The blonde was, needless to say, taken aback, "What was-?"

"Shush!," Six said, looking around the edge of the stalls. "It's Holiday!"

"Holi-?... This is a men's bathroom! She's not-!," Six covered the blonde's mouth just in time for the door to slam open.

Holiday's heels clicked through the bathroom, her nose wrinkling at the smell. Either he really did think she was that stupid or he was desperate.

She stopped about halfway through, her green eyes darting around the room.

Six was holding his breath, as was Noah, but Rex just sort of... swayed. All the ninja could do was pray that he wouldn't puke now.

Her heels started clicking again, fading as she walked out. The door closed. Six and Noah took a deep sigh, as Rex threw up again. Apparently, he had been holding it.

"Okay, Six," Noah sighed, "Now, what do we do? I mean, she can find us. Do we lock her up somewhere?"

"Yeah, cause that'll work," Six answered, walking out from their hiding spot.

"Maybe we should just leave base," the teen shook his head, looping Rex's arm around his shoulders, following behind Six.

"Agreed," the man answered, opening the door, "Let's go back to-" Wow, Holiday could look pissed if she wanted to.

The woman was standing on the other side of the door, arms folded, brows furrowed, foot tapping.

The boy's were all silent, starring at her wide eyed, except for Rex, who waved at her.

She glared at the green man in front of her. "Six, you-"

Six quickly slammed the door. "Air vents!"

Noah started to scramble, but Rex was just dead weight. It didn't really matter, since the door slammed open again. "Six!"

The man in question started backing up, "Now, Holiday, it's not-"

She walked past him and over to a more than obvious, sick Rex, "What's wrong with him?"

"Bug," Six answered.

"Virus," Noah answered.

It took a second, but Six improvised, "It's a bug virus."

She glared at both of them and looked back to Rex, who lazily looked up at her. "Hey, Doc," he slurred, "You know, have I ever told you-," Rex stopped, turned, puked, then turned back and blinked, "-ever told you that you're really hot. And not, like, Cameron Diaz hot, you're like Tyra Banks hot."

Noah's eyes fluttered closed.

"Rex," Holiday asked slowly, "Are you drunk?"

He shook his head. "Six said I am, but I don't see it."

She turned her glare over to Six, who was face palming.

Rex waved his hand. "Oh, wait, no," he said, changing his answer, "You're more like Beyonce hot."

Noah whispered, "Rex, be quiet."

It only made the boy whine, "But I'm helping!"

Six massaged his temples. "Oh god," he whispered under his breath.

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It was amazing what a drunk teen could sleep through. He could sleep through hot coffee being thrown on his face, he could sleep through falling off a thirty foot waterfall, and he could sleep through one of hell's own harpies on a tyraid of mass murder.

"What The Hell?," she screamed.

Rex had passed out again somewhere along the line, so he just lay on the medical table, in a blissful sleep, while Six and Noah had to withstand her wrath.

"What happened?," she screamed again.

Noah raised a brave finger, "Um, it wasn't really-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Yes, ma'am," he shoved his hands back in his pockets.

"Doctor," Six decided to try his luck, "I think you may be-"

"Listen!," she pointed a deadly finger in his face, switching it between him and the teen, "You do not want me to know who's fault this was. I will kill one or both of you."

They both shifted and she continued.

"Whatever happened tonight, see that it NEVER happens AGAIN! Both of you!"

Noah raised his brave finger again, "Well, Rex was the one to get himself-"

Her finger pointed at him, "You're supposed to be his good influence! Keep him out of trouble! That's ALL you have to do! That's it! And what happens? He wobbles home, DRUNK!"

Six tried again, "At least, Noah didn't ditch him or-"

"AND YOU!," her finger appeared in his face again, "You're his HANDLER, for God's sake! ALL you're supposed to do is keep an eye on him! Just make sure he doesn't end up dead! Like, for instance, ALCOHOL POISONING!"

"You have to a lot of alcohol for that... to...," Six was trying to make a point, but Noah had started shaking his head, which brought up the question again... How many had Rex had?

Holiday's voice grew into an evil whisper. "Why didn't you just bring him to me?"

Six opened his mouth, but she let out a scream before he could say anything. This time her deadly finger pointed at the door. "OUT!"

Noah made a run for it, but Six stayed in his spot, hands still in his pockets. "Doctor, don't make me have to pull rank on-"

"NOW!"

Six hung his head and walked out.

Once the door had closed, he seen Noah leaning against the wall in the hallway, hand over his heart. "She's...," he tried to find the right word, "vicious."

"There is a good thing in all this," Six told him.

The blonde blinked up at him, "Yeah, what?"

"Rex is going to get a much worse lecture than that."

Noah chuckled, "Yeah, that's true. And his hangover."

Six nodded, then looked at the kid seriously. "No more parties."

"No more alcohol," he nodded, "or we'll all die."

"Exactly," Six said, and started walking down the hall, "Thanks for helping me, anyway."

Noah looked up with a grin, "Weren't you going to kill me?"

"Maybe later," Six waved, not looking back.

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lulz LONG. Sorta.

Anyway, this reminds me of Arty D'Arc's fic, but I tried to steer away from it best I could. I think I did a good job.

Merry Belated Christmas, Doc. ^.^ (And Happy Birthday)

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