Hey guys. Wow you all rock. The amount of feedback I'm getting for this story is mind blowing. Thank you all so much =] I'm actually really happy with how this chapter came out. This one's a prompt from reviewer God'sTourniquet472, who requested: I went out and heard I'm Yours. And wow. That really is their song. I mean it describes Six really well if he were to be in a relationship. Really sweet. And actually there's a part from the song that gave me an idea for a suggestion for this story. There's this one part that goes: The day news came my best friend died, My knees went week and you saw me cry, Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes
Do you think you can make a chapter on that? Of maybe Six's best friend passing and Holiday comforting him or something like that? That would be really cool.
And wow, that is such a great idea and it came to me so easily that I typed it up right away and here it is =]
Ok, so I've been getting a load of anon reviews lately...wonder why. So here's you guys:
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Maruru-Chan: Thank you!
redwhiteandblueeeee: Cool! I'm a New Yorker too! =D Thanks, yay for Six being cute =D
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Oh, and another thing, there is a bit of a time-skip here, you'll notice if you read carefully, this takes place when Rex is about 15 as opposed to the last chapter when he was 11. This story doesn't necessarily follow chronological order, so don't worry, this is not the end of cute little Rex XD He will return XD
Enjoy!
Dr. Holiday was not happy.
She'd just returned from a conference with White. And he was not pleased with her. Why?
Because she'd misplaced her partner. Yes, Dr. Holiday had somehow, successfully managed to lose Agent Six. He had loads of unsigned paperwork due in less than an hour and had been missing for quite a while now. Last she'd seen him was last night when he'd dropped by the lab to drop of a report and bid her a good night. And that was it. Not a soul had seen or heard from him since. No one even knew whether he was still in the building or not.
But to Holiday, the worst part was that knowing Six, if he didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be. Period.
And she was taking the heat for it. White claimed that if one person in the team fails to perform a duty, then it is a defect of everyone in the team. And since lecturing Rex would be completely in vein, he decided to lecture the good doctor instead.
So she'd just taken it all in and gone out in search of the agent…so she could kill him.
And this was a good four and a half hours ago. She'd been searching for her wayward partner for four and a half damn hours. And now she was heading back to the lab, sick and tired. Damn it, if White wanted to lecture her again then he could. Dr. Holiday was done playing nanny to a grown man.
Frustrated with the situation, Holiday stormed into the lab, where she could relax in peace all alone for a minute. But upon looking up, she found that she was actually not alone in the lab. On the other side of the large room was another figure, seated at one of the desks, back turned towards her. But Holiday didn't need to see the person's face to see who it was. The green coat hung on the back of the chair was enough for her.
She began walking over to him, ready to throttle him, but stopped a few feet short of his back as a thought came to her; she'd entered and stormed over so loudly…but he hadn't so much as glanced over to her and then turn back to whatever it was he was doing like he usually did. How odd.
She began approaching him again, this time much slower and more carefully. She wanted to call his name, make sure he was alright, but at the same time she was afraid to find something wrong. Getting closer to him, his back still facing her, she could see him, one elbow propped on the desk, his fingers gently massaging his eyes. Yes, his eyes. His shades were hanging loosely from the fingers of his other hand, which was lazily resting on his knee.
Holiday furrowed her brows. Suddenly, all the thoughts of the crap she took for him were forgotten as she realized, something was wrong. Very wrong.
She stepped closer to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Six?"
He flinched. Not the usual flinch very quickly but then recover just as fast. No, this time he openly flinched heavily. And that worried Holiday. A lot.
"I've been looking for you all day" she said softly "What's wrong?"
He didn't respond.
So determined to figure out and help her (she had to admit) closest friend, Holiday walked in front of him. She crouched down in front of him, and in a rather daring move, took the hand on his knee, took the shades from it, placed it on the desk next to his elbow, and took his calloused hand into both of hers. His hand was trembling.
"What's wrong?" she asked once more, looking up into his eyes that were barely visible past his lowered lids.
He remained silent.
"Six please, just-if it's something you don't want to talk about, then at least let me know you'll be alright" she tried. And then, having an after thought, she added "I worry about you, you know."
More silence.
And then, "He's gone."
Holiday knew better than to blurt out a "What?" She simply waited for him to continue.
It was a while before he did. "Doctor, how did you fiancé pass?"
Holiday frowned. What a random question. She'd only mentioned her late fiancé to Six once. And pretty vaguely too. She was a bit surprised he still remembered that. Nevertheless she still replied.
"Nanite Event. EVO tore him to pieces. He'd left me to make a run for it himself…"
Six snorted bitterly "Much deserved for the bastard who'd abandon you to save himself." The agent's green eyes opened wider. They were glossed over and unfocused "Why would anyone do that to you Holiday? You're...amazing…"
Had it been any other situation, Holiday probably would have blushed or even looked a bit surprised. But it was as soon as those words came out of his mouth, did she realize…he was intoxicated. Very intoxicated.
What with the way his breath reeked of alcohol, his hands were shaking and his eyes were bloodshot, there was a good chance that he'd consumed enough alcohol to be drunk out of his rational mind.
Holiday had only seen Six intoxicated one almost five years ago when Rex was 10. Six had made the smallest of mistakes, causing Rex to take a hit in the chest with a poisonous stinger from an EVO. It was an event Holiday would rather forget. She'd heard from Callan, that the night he found Rex, he'd helped himself as well. He said that Six did have a heart and something went off in it, seeing a kid the age of his recently deceased nieces and nephews in the condition that he'd found Rex. It was enough to scar anybody, Callan had said.
"Six, how much did you have to drink?" Holiday said finally, debating on whether what she needed to do more, check his blood or comfort him.
Six simply shrugged. "It doesn't matter. He's gone."
"Who's gone?"
"My friend" Six answered, his eyes suddenly flickering with emotion. "I…can't remember his name…"
"That's ok" Holiday said quickly, detecting the hint of panic in his voice. "That's alright. Where did he go?"
"Where did your fiancé go?"
Holiday looked down. "He's not my fiancé. Not anymore."
"Right. Sorry" Six muttered.
"It's ok."
"Scott" the agent said suddenly, looking up at the doctor. "His name was Scott. He was a good man." Six sighed deeply. "I knew Scott since…since I was four…and a half. And that bastard has the nerve to die on me now? 30 damn years later?" Six growled, staring intensely into Holiday's eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Six" Holiday whispered, gently running one of her hands over his.
"Don't be. What did you do?" Six snapped. "It's his fault. How could he do this to me? How can he let that EVO take him out like that? We trained together, we fought together-I know his strength, his power, everything about him-so how can he let that EVO…"
Holiday noticed his voice getting louder, and his breaths becoming heavier. He was taking very quick, deep breaths, trying to hold everything back.
"Why would that EVO pick my best friend of all the agents out there to kill? Why Scotty? Why would the world do that to me? It's already taken everything and everyone from me-why one more? Why-why can't god pick on someone else? Why-why me?" Six looked down at Holiday's hands.
And then suddenly, much to Holiday's shock and concern, through his already unnerving hyperventilating, Six began to cry.
No the screaming and crying one would expect from an intoxicated man that'd just lost his best friend. No. Just a small stream of tears flooded over his eyes and silently ran down his face. Holiday doubted he knew it himself.
"Why does god have to be so cruel to me?" Six asked, suddenly looking up. "You don't know how hard it is, dealing with life like this every day. Trying to keep up, knowing everything you used to use as reasons to live are gone. I have nothing to fight for. And now…with Scott…dead" he spat out the last word and found himself unable to continue. Rather he broke off, hyperventilating again. He brought his fingers to his eyes once again and tried hard to hold the tears back.
Holiday simply watched in awe and concern. Seeing Six like this…it was a lot to take in. It scared her, seeing him so shattered. It was always Six that she turned to when she needed mental support herself, knowing he would be standing strong no matter what. And now to see this…
The man she at times doubted was man at all, was falling to pieces before her. She suddenly noticed the grip he had on her hands. Holding onto them like some sort of lifeline.
And at that moment, she did something that, had it been any other day, she wouldn't even think about doing.
She removed her hands from his (she noticed his panicked reaction to this), slowly put her arms around his waist, and pulled him close. She pressed her ear to his chest, listening to the sound of his pounding heart. At first he tensed under her touch, but slowly eased into the embrace and even put his own arms around her waist, holding her close. She felt his deep shuddering breaths as he buried his face into her neck. She felt his tears and she felt his grip tighten around her. Desperately needing the comfort she had to offer.
And finally, a short eternity later, when she could feel him shaking no more, she dared to loosen the embrace and move back far enough to see his face.
"Six-"
"Adam" he corrected wearily, looking down. "My name's Adam."
And though Holiday was sure he wasn't going to appreciate being called by his actual name once he was sober again. She decided to play along for now. "Adam, are you feeling better?"
"Hm…Thank you."
"You're a brave man. You're the bravest man I know" Holiday said softly "And you're a soldier. You can fight through this."
"You don't think me much of a soldier anymore after all this…do you?"
"I do. You are every bit the soldier to me that you were five years ago when I first met you" Holiday said, putting a finger underneath his chin and urging him to look up at her. "Do you understand?"
"Yes" Six nodded. "You're pretty brave yourself" he smiled at her. Wow. That was new, Six knew how to smile.
"You are going to have such a bad hangover after this" she grumbled, knowing her time with free and outspoken Six was doomed to be over soon.
"Yeah" he breathed, suddenly noticing his arms were still around Holiday's waist. He gently nudged her close again. At first Holiday was surprised at the move, but then she remembered he was drunk out of his mind. Right, it all made sense now.
She looked up into his eyes that still read out emotion. Oh god, he looked so damn good right now…despite looking like hell. Holiday sighed. She guessed, it was now or never. She could make a move now…tell him she loved him, and if he didn't like it (which she doubted) then she could always knock him out and he wouldn't remember a thing. And if he did like it…then…
Holiday re-focused on the man before her. "Six…can I tell you something?"
"Of course…you can tell me" he sighed deeply, blinking a few times. "Anything."
"Six…" Holiday took a deep breath and looked down. She absolutely could not look at him and say it. "Six, I love-" but she was cut off as Six fell forward against her…completely unconscious.
"No!" Holiday growled out in the empty lab. "Jesus damn Christ!" She looked down at the man, now leaning completely against her, out cold. "Why Six, why? Why now?" she asked him. "I hate you" she told him, as if he could hear or respond to a single thing she was saying. " I can't believe you are doing this to me Adam Falconer, I hate you." And she was about to go on when suddenly she noticed how relaxed he looked. Suddenly, unconscious and unable to think about his friend, Six looked so calm…so peaceful. She shifted carefully, so she could hold him up better.
And for the first time in her life, upon looking at Six's face, he looked at ease.
Holiday sighed greatly. Well, if it was for him, she guessed she could let her love be known later. She guessed, his comfort, was enough for her for now. She sighed once again. Might as well get some water into his system, clear the alcohol, lay him down somewhere, help him regain conscience…get him something for that killer hangover.
So much to do and so little time to do it. Story of Dr. Holiday's life.
Ok, so before you set me on fire and brutally murder me for having another almost Holix moment, you should know that I am planning for them to kiss sometime very soon...Ah, and I hope Six wasn't too...drunk here ;] I try you know, to keep him in character in the most incredible situations =]
So I'm just wondering, would you guys like me to continue random one-shots, or do you want me to add in a tiny little piece of story line I was thinking of, and see them get together? I'm pretty confident I can write out a relationship between them and I'd like to give it a try too. But it all depends on whether you'd like to see it or not. If you want it, I'll start it off from the next chapter =] Of course, this story doesn't follow chronological order so we can always throw in random Holix awkwardness one-shots(which we all love) in just as much.
Anywho, reading your guys answers for the last chapter's questions, I looked at myself and went "SHIT!" how could I leave out DragonBall Z, Sherlock Holmes, Final Fantasy X, Ben 10, X-Men and Naruto? =D Love those. lol, so this chapter's question is, what are some of the best movies you've seen recently? Feel free to go international, I love watching international movies too =D My answer to that would have to be Prince of Persia, Ghost Writer, Sherlock Holmes, A-Team and IronMan 2 =D
And, and, and! Before I forget, the small little bit in there about Six having been drunk the night he found Rex is a little something I picked out of LinaTrinch's amazing story Breakeven(go read it or I will find you and make you read it because it's awesomeness is worth your reading it =D) That little part was something I really really liked, so don't kill me, just thought I'd throw it in there. And go read Breakeven. Seriously, do it. =D
And now I'm off to my cousin's wedding! =D
Reviews are loooove!...Man I really gotta start making these author's notes shorter XD