Hey guys, well, now you know how much I love you! I'm on the plane updating this for you like a before take-off! So hopefully I can finish this before my wi-fi dies XD Ummmm lets see, what do I have to say...er...oh, ok, this one was done pretty fast last night while I procrastinated packing so it's a little rushed and vague. And it's something that came to me while hearing one of my most favorite songs and it's probably the first really serious, 100% non-comical serious romantic Holix in the series so far. So hopefully my shot at that came out alright =] If I missed anything I'm sorry and uh, now on to my lovely anon reviewers!
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Dr. Holiday sighed for the hundredth time that evening. It was a slow day really. Rex and Six's been out on what was supposedly an easy mission. Some old lady's parrot mutated or something. She didn't even need to constantly check up on Rex's biometrics. It was that easy of a job.
So while they were out doing their easy job, Holiday was stuck inside doing paperwork. The only relatively interesting thing anywhere within hundreds of feet of her being the little run down radio at the corner of her desk that had been running the whole time. Joy.
But she couldn't help but wonder, if it was such an easy job, why was it taking so long? She shook her head and returned to her paperwork. Knowing them, Rex had probably dragged Six off to get pizza and gotten lost or something. She smiled fondly to herself. Her two boys. What would she do without them to keep her busy twenty four seven? Paperwork, that's what you'd do, a voice in her head replied.
She sighed once more and decided to just finish her paperwork and just go back to her room and relax or something. And just when her pen re-connected with the paper before her, the door to the lab slid open and she heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up, expecting Rex to be there, just about ready to shout a loud and excited "DID YA MISS ME?"
But much to her surprise, she saw Six walking towards her. And while she was happy they were back, another thought demanded her attention. How unlike Six to actually make his presence known. It seemed as time passed, Six had taken more and more liking to making Holiday jump out of her skin every time he randomly "appeared" behind her. But now, he was, his dress shoes loudly clicking towards her. And much to her surprise, as he came down the smal flight of only three steps to her work area, he stumbled over the last step. He caught himself in a flash, but stumbled briefly and Holiday caught it. She furrowed her brows, what was up with him today?
"Hey, Six" she said, turning her chair away from her desk and towards him casually "Good mission?"
He didn't reply, simply continued down the lab towards her. And Holiday wasn't sure how much sense her next thought made, but it was the first in her head: He actually looks more uptight that usual today...which frankly...isn't very possibly is it?
But she decided not to press him, especially if something was wrong.
"White said you have my briefing papers" Six said as he came to stand in front of her. Holiday suddenly noticed that his green suit coat was buttoned up all the way, which was rather odd for the man that usually kept it open to reveal the white shirt underneath. And even more, as she looked up, a large cut running from the agent's forehead, disappearing under cracked shades and reappearing below them and stopping half way down his cheek. It looked like it'd stopped bleeding hours ago.
"Yes, I do" Holiday said turning to the stack of papers next to her. She picked the first packet off the top and handed it to him.
"Thank you" he said taking them.
Holiday narrowed her eyes. "Are you alright, Six? You look a bit banged up." A million of all the wrong thoughts ran through her mind the second the words came out of her mouth. And she fought valiantly to keep herself from blushing.
"I'm fine" he attempted to cough casually.
"Are you sure? No injuries, anything?"
"No. it was an easy job" Six said in a slightly defensive tone. And for a second Holiday could've sworn his voice sounded...strained. Tired, exhausted. "It's nothing I can't handle.
"Please, Six. Tell me if something's wrong" she tried.
"Nothing is wrong" Six said in a solid tone. Holiday frowned. Maybe nothing was wrong...
But then, as Six straightened his coat, Holiday noticed a small spot of the green fabric become stained red. And suddenly, the little stain began seeping larger and larger until Holiday realized exactly what it was.
"Six!" she gasped, widening her eyes "You are injured!"
Six furrowed his brows a little and looked down at his coat. "Shit" he growled. "It's nothing."
"Nothing?" Holiday shouted incredulously at him "It's staining up half your coat! How could you try to hide that from me? How did it even happen?"
"The mission...didn't turn out the way we'd expected." If Holiday didn't know any better, she would think he sounded panicked. "I can take care of it myself"
"No, you can't! That looks life-threatening!"
"It's just a scratch."
Oh yeah, Holiday remembered the last few times it was just a "scratch." And they all happened to end with Six dying and coming back to life a few times (literally, Holiday wasn't sure how a man flat lined so many times and still lived without a single handicap. Came with being a soldier she guessed.) It was times like that which reminded Holiday that Six was a human being after all. That it was possibly for him to die, least she liked that thought.
"Agent Six, as your doctor I am allowed to suspend you from field work if I feel the need to do so. If you don't let me check this up, I'll let you patch it up yourself to the best of your extent and suspend you as well. Be it for this little...scratch" Holiday said in a professional tone, knowing suspension was nothing but torture for the active agent.
"Holiday, please" Six said, sounding irritated. "I can handle this."
"Six" she said a bit softer than she'd intended. Woah, when did her tone go from professional to soft and caring? Nevertheless, she continued. "You're hurt. For the love of god, please let me fix it so you don't try to head back to your room and collapse on the way there, only to be found almost a half an hour by Callan who has to sit there for minutes just to find a pulse on you. You don't know what that does to me!" Holiday suddenly caught herself, just barely stopping herself from clamping her hands over her mouth. Of all the things to come out of her mouth, a personal thought came out? Damn it! How did she even get into repeating the events of his last "scratch"?
And while she cursed herself mentally, Six stood before her, really starting to feel the sting of that enormous cut he knew was on his chest. And Holiday's words only added to the sting. Not on his chest as much as in it. Six wasn't sure why, but the second the last sentence-the thought of her being hurt because of him occurred to him, he felt bad. Inside. As though hurting her was the worst thing in the world that he could do.
No-there were worse things in the world...like killing little children or getting fired from Providence which inevitably meant getting killed or murdering White or...or...hurting Holiday. Six's heart suddenly decided that hurting Holiday was on top of that list-regardless what his brain said. And before he could even think through the action properly, he said "Alright, you can fix it."
It had come out in Six's usual stoic tone, but the fact that it had come out at all suddenly scared the hell out of Six.
Great the agent's mind growled No EVO in the world can scare you, no monster, no devil, no god can scare you. And yet the thought of getting checked out-er up...check up. Jesus, why do you always mess that up around her?
He suddenly looked up at Holiday herself, who looked a tad surprised that he'd given in so easily. "Um...great!" she mustered up. "Good. Come on then." She said, leading him away from her desk towards her work area where she usually checked Rex up.
"I hope you know you're doing something right, Six. I'm really happy you're choosing this over almost dying again" she said as they walked.
Six didn't bother to reply. He vaguely wondered what her reaction would be if he told her he was just barely keeping himself from passing out right there. The mission had gone awry almost two hours ago. He'd been bleeding from a wound as deep as it for two hours. It was a miracle he was still able to keep up his aloof act...
So why was he so against getting checked up? Cause the doc has the softest hands in the world. Six mentally face palmed. What he'd do to erase years of experience that created that dry humor of his.
"Ok, here, sit" Holiday said, pointing to the metal table in front of her. Six eyed her warily before sitting on the table that only took a few inches off his height, making him just a bit taller than eye level with the doctor. Holiday grabbed a few supplies, gauze, rubbing alcohol, etc. and returned to Six. She looked at him as though expecting him to do something. And when the agent remained perfectly still, she spoke up. "Well, are you going to remove your coat, or am I going to have to take it off for you?"
"No" Six answered the rhetorical question a little to quickly.
Holiday chuckled as he began unbuttoning is coat. But it eventually died out as he removed it completely and placed it on the table beside him, revealing a once white, now red button down shirt. There was a horrifying tear across it that stretched somewhere from Six's left collar bone all the way down near his right hip.
Holiday even gasped a little at it. "You wanted to treat this yourself?" she whispered as soon as she could look him in the eyes-er shades straight.
Six didn't reply.
"I'm surprised you haven't bled to death yet!" Holiday cried.
"Are you quiet done yet, Doctor?" Six said, more embarrassed than irritated. Of course, he wouldn't let that show...
"Yes, ok" Holiday took a deep breath. Yeah, the sight of Six slowly bleeding to death did scare her a little more than she'd expected. "Take your shirt off" she said casually, ready to get down to treating him already.
"Excuse me?" Six said, his throat suddenly becoming dry.
"Take your shirt off" Holiday repeated, just as casually as the last time. "What do you, want me to treat you through your shirt?" And suddenly, the second she finished speaking the words, the reality of them hit her. She was asking Six to take his shirt off...
So that's why he sounded like she'd just slapped him...
"Er, maybe I should take this back to my room and try myself" Six said looking at the materials Holiday had gathered.
"No" she shook her head. Get your childish fantasies out of your head and just stop him from bleeding, dammit. Finally, her mind was saying something useful. Right, that's exactly what she would do. Just get it over with. Forget any feelings of her own and just help him. "I'll do it, Six. Just don't make it harder than it has to be" she reverted back to her professional tone.
Six stared at her hard for a while before reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He slowly unbuttoned the few that were still done and peeled the bloody shirt off himself. He laid it next to his coat, avoiding Holiday's gaze the whole time.
"Ok, good" Holiday said quietly as she reached for the rubbing alcohol. She dabbed a cotton ball in the substance and made for where the cut began, at his collar bone. And then stopped. She looked up at his face and remembered the cut across his right eye. "Should I treat that first?"
Six raised a brow at her. Sure take my shirt off, remove my shades and strip me of my dignity why don't you? Six mentally told his mind to shut up. And despite the sarcastic thought that ran through his head, the word that came out of his mouth was the complete opposite. "Sure."
"Ok" Holiday said, once again startled that he'd given in so easily. She placed the cotton ball gently upside down next to Six on the table. And reached for his face; for his glasses.
She suddenly became aware of every little detail around her. The sudden heat in the room, the fact that she was reaching to remove Six's glasses and he wasn't doing anything to stop her, the fact that she had millions of papers still to fill out, the fact that she'd left the window open even though the air conditioner was open, she'd left the cap to her nice black gel pen open, even the song that'd just started playing on the radio:
We're both looking for something,
"Is something wrong?" Six said, his voice as stiff as ever. Holiday was suddenly snapped back to the situation before her and that she'd just about froze midway to removing Six's shades.
"Oh, no, nothing's wrong" she said as she quickly took his glasses, closed them and set them near his coat and shirt.
We've been afraid to find
Green.
His eyes are a piercing green. Just like hers. Just as piercing...and green.
It's easier to be broken
It's easier to hide
She couldn't help but stare at them for a moment. Those piercing green eyes she was sure she'd never see again. But slowly she managed to snap herself out of it and reach for Six's face. She placed a hand gently on his cheek(she noticed him flinch the slightest bit) to keep it steady and moved the other hand with the cotton ball towards the wound. Holiday vaguely wondered how she wasn't shaking and trembling horrifically; she was touching Six. Physically touching him. Gently.
Six just barely stopped himself from hissing in pain as the cotton ball made contact with the tip of his wound. But he did however jerk backwards the slightest bit, in the process, unintentionally tearing his cheek from her gentle touch. Oh god. It's not too late now Six, just tell her you can handle it and leave! Just...go...
She hesitated for a moment before replacing the hand and slowly traced down the cut with the cotton ball. And Six wasn't sure when, but at one point, she'd began speaking to him. As though she knew the amount of pain it was causing him. As though she knew he needed soothing.
"Just a little more, Six" she would whisper, focusing on the wound. "Just a little bit more, alright?" And it was at that point that Six noticed how close she'd gotten...to his face. He finally moved his eyes from the place where he had them locked straight ahead, to her eyes. To her own set of piercing green eyes that were not looking back at his eyes, but rather on the wound she was treating. And her face was so...close.
Looking at you,holding my breath,
For once in my life,I'm scared to death,
Six could've sworn he could feel her slow, warm puffs of breath on his moist lips-woah...when had that happened? God, he was terrified. There was no use in denying it, he was scared shitless. Of this woman. And why? He hadn't a single clue.
Six's train of thoughts was cut off as the cotton ball reached the end off his cut, half way down his cheek. How did she do that so fast? And without him noticing too? Jesus, this woman was driving him crazy! Six's mind suddenly froze. What? Where did that come from? Driving you crazy? Snap out of it Six. Stop having a meltdown in front of her. Man up and cool the emotions, Six. Man up! The emotions? Since when did he let emotions out when dealing with Holiday? Lord...Agent Six was so confused...
"If it stings it's a good thing, alright?" Holiday began, looking up at his eyes for the first time in a while. "The air in here is sterilized, so it might do that, but since this one's stopped bleeding, I'm not going to bother bandage it. The alcohol is strong enough to fix it, okay?"
Six simply nodded; he didn't trust himself to speak at the moment.
I'm taking a chance, letting you inside.
"I'm going to have to go to your chest with the alcohol now" she said, looking more afraid for him then he himself was...at least on the outside.
"Alright" Six said slowly. One word. That's all he trusted himself to to say without choking up.
Holiday's expression lightened with the word of his approval. She tossed the used cotton ball into a nearby garbage can and prepared another one (larger in size) with more alcohol. And this time she placed a warm hand on the right side of his chest(where it wasn't bleeding) and began tracing the cut with the cotton ball starting from his left collar bone.
But the second the cotton ball touched the still bleeding cut, something inside Six snapped. What with the mixed emotions tearing him up on the inside, his lack of focus and the fact that Holiday had a hand on his bare chest was enough for the sting of the alcohol to catch him completely off guard. And in the sudden pain, Six shot a hand up and grabbed Holiday by the shoulder. Really death gripped her shoulder, as though he would die if he lost physical contact with her.
He stayed like that for a while, teeth ground, head down, eyes closed, hand on Holiday's shoulder, for support he guessed, until the stinging began to fade away.
"There you go, Six. Just let it out."
He looked up and found her smiling softly at him. Right, she's Holiday. Of course she didn't mind at his sudden outburst. But why did Six feel like there was more than just a literal meaning to the words she'd just said? He looked up, from her soft red lips, to her eyes and suddenly, whatever it was that'd snapped inside of him seconds ago, reverted back to place. The confusion inside of him, the pain, everything that caused him harm fled Six's mind the second he looked into her eyes.
Feeling alive all over again,
As deep as the sky, under my skin
Suddenly, just looking her in the eyes he felt as though his wounds were minor, nothing life threatening, and that he could jump up with renewed energy and fight off a hundred more EVO. Just for her.
Oh, that's just great. Wait to go Adam Falconer, you love the doctor.
Like being in love, she says
For the first time
That was definitely a shocker. Six thought about what his mind had just told him over and over again. I love the doctor. I love Holiday. I love...Julie Holiday.
Maybe I'm wrong,
But I'm feeling right where I belong
And much to Six's surprise, the horrible feeling that he'd expected to get the second he thought about a thing as looked down upon in his world as love, never came. Instead...it felt perfectly fine. I love Julie Holiday. He could have said it a million times and it still would've sounded right every single time.
With you tonight
Like being in love,
To feel for the first time
As a matter of fact it all felt right. Everything, from sitting at Holiday's lab this fine evening to the proximity between them. Her touch, her gaze, everything about her felt so damn right! Like being in love. For the first damn time.
The world that I see inside you
Waiting to come to life
Holiday was about half way down Six's chest when she noticed him staring at her. Perhaps he forgot his shades weren't on anymore and it was blatantly clear when he was staring at her. But it wasn't the first time she'd caught him staring that evening. Ha, what a funny thought. Six staring at her. As though that would ever happen. She wished. She wasn't very sure why, but she wished.
Waking me up to dreaming
Reality in your eyes
She looked straight into the amazing eyes...and found them staring back. With...emotion. Well, she certainly saw something in his eyes. She imagined that was what she looked like right now. Like a contemplating fool with one too many emotions for the person in front of her. Well, that was one thing they had in common, how they felt-
Looking at you,
Holding my breath,
Holiday's breath caught abruptly in her throat. They both looked like the felt the same... She suddenly got the strangest feeling in the pit of her stomach and felt a small blush creep up to her cheeks. Of all the amazing men in the world, why was it Six that made her feel like that? Six, the green suited ninja that had about as many emotions as a wall. That made her feel an overdrive of emotions.
For once in my life
I'm scared to death,
Why did any man make her feel like that any more? After him, Holiday had found the whole concept of love pretty useless-wait...rewind...did she just think love? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. She did not love Six.
I'm taking a chance,
Letting you inside.
Did she?
I'm feeling alive all over again
As deep as the sky under my skin
Holiday suddenly realized, Six had never released her shoulder. It certainly wasn't in a death grip anymore, but the hand was now gently holding her shoulder. As though he was afraid to let go of her. Just as afraid as she was to let go of him. She noticed something about Six. He actually had a very gentle touch. For a soldier of his status he had such a powerful and yet dedicated touch. She loved it. She loved him.
Like being in love,
She says, for the first time
Yes. She did love him. She'd been loving him for a while now. I love him. I love six. I love agent Six. I love Adam Falconer.
Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right
Where I belong
God, she wasn't sure if it was alright or not, but to her, thinking all that felt perfectly fine.
With you tonight
Like being in love to feel
For the first time
If this was what love felt like she was never in love with that other bastard. No, if this was what loved felt like, he was never even close. It was only today, that Julie Holiday was in love. For the first time.
We're crashing
Into the unknown
We're lost in this
But it feels like home
He wished she would only know how right the thought of her felt to him. But she'd been working the whole time he'd been thinking...and staring. She didn't care.
And she wished he would only know how right the thought of him felt to her. But she'd been working the entire time just as well as thinking, and as far as she was concerned, he hadn't made any visible reactions to her gentle touches here and there. He didn't care.
I'm feeling alive all over again
As deep as the sky under my skin
Like being in love, she says, for the first time
Holiday tied off the last bit of gauze around his stomach-she didn't even remember doing half that. Her thoughts were her main focus. Her hands were simply moving to make it all seem inconspicuous. God, really? She was in love with Six? She felt so damn happy and disappointed at the same time. Disappointed that he probably didn't feel the same. Happy that she finally knew.
Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right
Where I belong with you tonight
Like being in love to feel for the first time
Six watched her work the last bit of gauze around himself. She'd gone around his entire upper body with that stuff. Gently touching and stroking the entire way. Six wondered of she noticed his sudden flushed skin tone. God, did he love her.
And as the song began to fade out, Holiday finished her work and looked up at him. Shades still off. His bright green eyes still shining. She drew to her full height and searched his face for anything, any hints as to how he might be feeling. Damn it she needed to know of he felt the same...felt anything for her.
"Take care of that...ok?" she said, gently placing a hand at the side of his head and tracing the cut on his face with a finger. He closed his eyes as she traced down it. And when he opened his eyes again, there she was, just centimeters from his face. And suddenly his mind was reeling to damn fast to even move away. But no, he didn't want to move away.
Ah, but Six, the consequences-Shut up. He growled at his mind. He noticed her begin to edge closer and closer.
God, this was so perfect, why weren't they already together damn it?
Suddenly, a voice sounded from Six's earpiece:
White to Six, White to Six, do you copy Agent Six?"
Oh right. That's why.
Knowing he had to answer, Holiday moved away from him as casually as she possibly could and began gathering all her supplies. She couldn't help but feel horribly crestfallen as she grabbed her things and headed bck to the supply cabinet. She vaguely hears Six talking to White-something about a mission briefing, a new mission and his foolishness in saving Rex and getting hurt himself during the last mission.
She busied herself at her cabinet. Just barely holding back-oh god, was she crying? Aw man, why was she crying? This was nothing to cry about! The thought made her feel even worse. She bit her lip. This is the second time we've come this close...and it's so hard to get him like this...damn it!
"Holiday?" she heard Six call.
She took a second to breathe and compose herself before turning around to face him. She saw him begin to gather his belongings.
"Are you alright?" Was that...sincerity in his voice? No, no...it couldn't be.
"Mhm" she nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"We have another mission in a few hours."
"Okay."
"I'll see you at the briefing."
"Okay."
"...Thank you."
"You're welcome."
And with that those piercing green eyes were hidden behind dark shades once more and Six quickly rushed out of the lab. Holiday sighed and looked at a nearby clock.
Well that took up...only five minutes...Jesus. She sighed once again, trudged back to her desk and glared at the paperwork she still had to finish, as though if she glared hard enough it would all disappear. She sighed for the third time that minute.
Well she felt pretty shitty. At least for someone that'd just fallen in love for the first time.
She chuckled at the thought and restarted the paper she'd abandoned five minutes ago. Might as well.
Ahhhhh the plane is taking off! 0.o Ok, quick ending notes!
Yay! Six and Holiday have finally acknowledged their love for one another! I know it's a bit confusing at times, but try to bear with me =] Maybe I'll change it around a bit when I stop at London to transfer. I don't know, you tell me =]
Oh and the song is called First Time by Lifehouse. It's an amazing song that I grew up with and I heard it again the other day after a year or so and the first thing that popped into my head was "Hm...this sounds kinda like Six and Holiday!' lol, go listen to it, it's an amazing song, and uh...have a great life for the 2 day's I'm overseas! =D
Next update will be soon too, I promise =]
So I noticed you guys really had a nice positive reaction to my little personal question last time which was if you had a pet or not. And I have to say I really like doing things like that because I'm a blogger(if any of you have a tumblr please feel free to add/follow me, it's shymatlupin. tumblr. com If you follow me I'll generally follow you back and be sure to tell me who you are! =]) and I like knowing who my readers are =] It makes me feel close with them and that's really important, to me at least.
So I was thinking of throwing up a question here every chapter. Just something little if you feel like telling me =] So for this chapter's question:
What's the most interesting place you've traveled to?
Reviews are love! =] And see ya guys in two days!
Oh and if you bothered to read this whole rant of mine to this last bit then thanks! =D