Hello! This is a blooming romance between Six/Rex. I do not own Generator Rex MOA does. If I DID own Generator Rex, it would go like this:
Spirit had spent the next week with her uncle in his room. Conrí had yet to tell her because not only were her daddies on vacation but her uncles were as well. What was worse was that Holiday started buzzing around his lab and getting all up in his business when she saw that her "niece" was spending time with him.
Holiday tried to take on the role of a stern, motherly figure, something she hadn't tried since Rex was fifteen. While Rex was always respectful towards her, if not a bit flirty in the past, it was clear that he valued Six's opinion more. The doctor eventually gave up trying to make a little family with the boy as her "son" and Six as the "father". Of course she now knew just why such endeavors failed in the first place…
"Spirit, sweetie… You're not allowed to play with Conrí," Holiday reminded her gently.
Spirit may be a fan of logic and reason but she was still a child. Correction, she had an adult's mind, a child's heart, and the body of a small seven-year-old.
Spirit frowned, "But you're always busy and you work with dangerous chemicals. Uncle Conrí doesn't. He works on his computer."
Conrí nearly had a heart attack when Ghost called him her uncle. He began to fear that the little girl had somehow deduced it herself.
"Conrí isnt' your uncle."
"Conrí is my uncle just as much as Callan and Cesar are my uncles and you are my aunt."
'Oh thank God…'
Conrí swore that he had been cohabitating with a mini Sherlock Holmes, but that apparently wasn't the case… Spirit seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to reading peoples' emotions though. The hacker vaguely wondered if it was a hidden power or something…
"Conrí has a brilliant mind but he is less than savory. Your father will be upset if you spend time with him. He's worried that Conrí will be a bad influence or that he'll hurt you," Holiday reasoned.
Conrí, who had muted his music as soon as she walked in, had had enough.
'What the fuck is it with people judging me without bothering to get to know me?!'
He coughed to get Holiday's attention, "Ghost, I would like to speak to your "aunt" if you don't mind."
Spirit looked up at her secret friend and saw that he had slightly hurt look in his eyes despite the fact that his face was stoic by comparison. She pouted and hugged him around the waist. Conrí gave her a sad smile and affectionately messed up her mane of unruly curls.
"I'm fine. Just go on."
Spirit nodded and left.
Conrí looked Holiday in the eye. She stared him down, determined to have her way. Her resolve wavered as she saw the hacker's eyes soften a touch.
"Do you have any idea how long it took me to find her?" Conrí asked.
"What?" Holiday said out of confusion.
"Twelve years ago my sister married a monster who kept her from her family and beat the hell out of her. Ten years ago my sister died in childbirth. Five years ago her idiot of a husband sold their daughter to a lab that would run excruciating experiments on her for sake of "science". Seven months ago I found my little niece living with her daddies, her uncles, her anutie, a perverted monkey, and her pet fish in Providence. One week ago I finally decided to grow a pair and tell everyone that she is my biological niece. But since I started working here everyone allowed their paranoia get the best of them and painted me as a bad guy. I am a bad guy. But I'm a fucking saint compared to the man who sold her."
It took Holiday a minute to recover, "Why didn't you help your sister? Make her see that her husband was a bastard and help her run away."
"Because I was only fifteen when she died and our father was an even bigger bastard. We would've had no money and nowhere to go. I had no idea where she was even living and when I found out it was too late. Not only was she gone but her daughter was as well."
"Her husband?"
"Shot up by a local mafia for stealing money from their accounts and sloppily leaving a trace back to his computer," Conrí admitted with a satisfied smirk, "That is my only real crime. Most of my hacking is for the thrill of it. I don't steal or sell information. I just get in to see if I can or in this case, to get a job."
Holiday was stunned into silence… In some ways Conrí became a little more frightening. The bold and quite frankly perverted hacker was no push over. He was a force to be reckoned with. He could have you killed and not get caught. He could ruin your life with a couple of simple codes. Though White was the one who ran Providence it was clear that Conrí was the one who held all the power…
It was… Addictive. He was addictive…
"Now, can I spend time with my niece or not?"
The doctor blushed as she snapped out of her surprising revelation and nodded sheepishly. Conrí went to walk past her and retrieve his spooky little Ghost when Holiday grabbed his arm.
"…I'm sorry. About your sister and the time you lost with her."
Conrí sighed and placed a comforting hand on the doctor's shoulder. She was tense and he could tell that she was trying hard not to cry.
"I'm sorry about your sister as well," he hesitated a second before adding, "if you want I can hack into a couple of places and steal some info. Maybe it will help you get closer to a cure for the incurables."
A soft sob escaped Holiday's lips, "T-Thank you."
Conrí frowned and pressed a kiss to her forehead before leading her to the sofa in her office. Holiday was strong; he knew that she wouldn't want Ghost to see her like this. The little girl was such a people person she would likely end up crying herself sick over her poor sad and lonely aunt.
"Go lay down Sarah. When you're feeling better the three of us can do something. Who knows? Maybe the others will be back by then and you can help me fend them off."
Holiday gave him a sad smile, "You'll need all the help you can get…"
Conrí snorted, "Only against Six…"
Holiday sighed as she sank into her plush sofa and lay down with the stuffed orange kitten that Spirit had given her for Christmas. Conrí pulled the throw blanket that was draped on the back of the couch over her and left. He was wondering if he was going soft in his old age…
'Fuck… If I consider twenty-five to be old what does that make White?!'
Conrí sighed and swaggered out of the lab and found his little niece waiting patiently for him.
"Looks like it's just you and me, Ghost. What do you want to do?"
Spirit stared outside longingly…
"You know… I have a hover board just like your father's. We could go to the park and take pictures. Flowers and butterflies really aren't my think but I know you like them."
Spirit's eyes lit up, "Can I take my book?"
"Sure. And your daddy hopefully won't get too upset because we're in a public place. I can't chop you up into little pieces and bury you or whatever it is he thinks I'll do to you with a bunch of witnesses now can I?"
Spirit tilted her head to the side, 'Does daddy really think that Uncle Conrí would hurt me like that?'
She bit her lip and hesitated at first… Going against daddy and papa didn't always end well. She had gone against daddy and healed Hunter Cain from his bee stings and that didn't end well… The sad grumpy man came back and hurt her and her family. Spirit frowned; she loved having a family but hated the rules that came with it.
Conrí nudged her playfully, "We're wasting daylight…"
Spirit smiled up and him and nodded.
The hacker grinned, "Alright! I just need to set up May Day and we'll be on our way."
"May Day?"
"May Day is something I dreamed up so to speak. If there is a problem with my firewall, any problem at all, May Day will send me a text. I'll have to return right away if I can't solve it with my phone."
"Your phone?"
"Yup. One of a kind… I programmed it and found someone via the black market in Japan to build it. You know that iPhones are really smart mobiles that play music and games and such?"
Spirit nodded.
"Well mine does all that and enables me to control my computer and program from wherever I'm at."
"Cool!"
Conrí smirked, as he activated the program, "More than cool. Genius."
Spirit grinned and took hold of the computer wizz's hand, all but skipping out of his office and to his room where his hover board was. It was pretty. Daddy's hover board was white with silver trim. Uncle Conrí's was electric blue with a magenta Celtic wolf. The damn thing was blinding!
Spirit loved it, of course. She loved bright, happy colors. So here she was with her arms spread out and the wind in her hair. She loved the feeling of flying… It felt like freedom. Conrí stood behind her with his hands perched protectively on her shoulders and an amused smirk on his face.
Spirit looked forlornly at all the beautiful flowers. She had no idea where to begin.
Conrí smiled down at her, "You know… Flowers have their own language."
"Really?" The little girl signed.
"Yeah. I had a friend long ago who could speak it. It was in a book you see she loved books. She was brilliant, beautiful, and kind. You remind me a lot of her."
"What happened?"
Conrí found himself unable to look into his own niece's eyes. She had her beloved mother's loving grey eyes after all… Dear, sweet Catherine, who would never harm a soul…
"She died long ago. My heart had never been so broken…"
Spirit pouted and wrapped her arms around his waist and began to tear up as she rested her head against his stomach. Conrí swallowed thickly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smoothed out her unruly windblown curls. Hugging was becoming a regular activity between them and the hacker still wasn't quite used to it.
He wasn't used to any real form of affection… Conrí was a party animal used to one-night stands and sneaking out of married women's beds late at night. They never went back to his place. He didn't relish the idea of having some woman overstay her welcome. His home was his sanctuary. His home had grown considerably smaller and less private since moving to Providence…
Conrí never let anyone in his room. He had programmed an AI to constantly change the locks. In order to get into his room he would have to send a signal via his mobile. Yes, Conrí was damn clever. He was also a loner by choice…
Conrí grew up in a hellishly violent household. His sister married a violent bastard. And he himself had a particularly bad temper that he inherited from his father. A wife and kids weren't an option for him. Abuse begets abuse and there was no way in hell he was going to become anything like his father.
Spirit tugged on his shirt and stared up at him with puffy tear-filled eyes. Her pale cheeks were stained splotchy red and littered with salty tear tracks. She sniffled a bit as she hugged him tighter about the waist.
Conrí sighed. He felt like such a miserable old sod… Making a little girl cry…
"Come on. Lets see how much I can remember from her book."
Spirit nodded as Conrí handed her his camera.
"Click."
Spirit took a picture of a flowering bush and showed it to her uncle.
"Honeysuckle… Bonds of love," Conrí said simply, loving the grin that threatened to split his niece's face in half.
"Click."
"Flowering Almond. Hope."
"Click."
"Alstroemeria. Devotion. Loyalty."
"Click."
"Bearded Crepis. Protection."
"Click."
"Chervil. Sincerity."
"Click."
"White Jasmine. Amiability. That has you written all over it."
Spirit blushed and smiled.
"Click."
"Volkamenia. May you be happy."
"I think you could use a little happiness. You always seem a bit sad and lost," Spirit signed.
Conrí gave her a sad smile, "We're all lost souls, some are just a little happier than others. You're happy, aren't you?"
Spirit nodded her head; "I want to think of something that will make you happy though."
"Some people need to find their own happiness. Though… Thank you for the stuffed wolf. That's a Japanese custom isn't it? Where a child will give a beloved toy to a friend."
"Adult family member," Spirit corrected.
Conrí gave her a crooked smile, 'If you only you knew…'
"Come on, Ghost. I'm in the mood for ice cream."
Spirit had taken many more pictures. She took pictures of butterflies and birds. She lay down under a tree and took couple of pictures of the sky. Spirit even got a picture of her uncle staring cross-eyed at a blue sprinkle stuck to his nose with a bit of vanilla ice cream. Conrí held the camera as they sat next to each other and made funny faces. Spirit stared at the pictures and laughed silently.
Meanwhile, back at Providence…
Six and Rex had just got home so had Callan and Cesar, interestingly enough. They both found it odd that Spirit had not been there to greet them.
"Where's Spirit?" Six asked as he began to panic.
"Relax. She's probably reading "illegal" books in Holiday's office," Rex said as he wrapped an arm around Six's waist.
Cesar frowned, "We need to borrow her for a sec. I want to take her to Australia and she if her powers can restore the Great Barrier Reef to see if she can heal plant life as well."
"Does she even know how to swim?" Callan asked.
Six and Rex looked to each other and shrugged.
"Lets teach her that way she can go scuba diving when she's older and see all the good her powers have done."
Six gave his best friend an appreciative smile.
Rex grinned, "That's sweet. She'll love it. Thanks."
Callan smiled, "Anything for our little niece."
Six shifted nervously…
"I think we need to find Spirit before Six has a coronary," Cesar pointed out.
"Right. We'll check the library and Cesar's lab you guys get her room and Holiday's lab."
The team of four split up to look for their cheerful little Providence greeter. Callan and Cesar went straight to the library. Spirit never entered anyone's office without his or her consent. She was much too polite for that. Also, chances were that certain noises emitted in the throws of passion deterred her…
Cesar had a tendency to be rather vocal…
No.
Spirit was not in the library. So they moved on to just outside Cesar's lab.
Nope. Not there either.
Next they ventured into the grunts' living quarters.
Not there either. Though they didn't expect her to be as the only two grunts she was particularly close to were on the mission with them. They went straight to the kitchen as the long ride here left them peckish.
Six and Rex checked Spirit's room, then the dojo, and then their room.
Nope. Not in any of them.
The four regrouped just outside Holiday's office. Conrí's music was blaring so he was likely busy ignoring them. Its not like he'd hear them knock nor would they be able to use any sort of intercom or video system to contact him. He locked everyone out of his office and his room.
So Holiday it was…
Six looked around for the woman. She wasn't there. Rex headed into her office and found her sound asleep and softly snoring on her sofa.
"Should we wake her? She like hardly ever sleeps," Rex asked.
Callan frowned, "We can't find Spirit anywhere. She could be our only lead."
"Yeah. I don't think we have much of a choice… I wonder how she can sleep with Conrí's music at full blast?" Cesar reluctantly agreed.
They looked to Six…
The agent glared at them… Holiday wasn't the most pleasant person to wake. She tended to take her lack of sleep and anger out on whoever woke her as well. No matter how many people are in the room she always seemed to know who the culprit was…
The agent sighed and shook her awake.
Holiday let out a very unladylike groan and glared up at him, "You better have a good reason for this…"
"We can't find Spirit," Six deadpanned, trying to hide his anxiety.
"She's probably with Conrí."
Six felt his blood boil over. He chose to say nothing. Sure, he was pretty pissed off. Holiday knew that he didn't trust the delinquent with his daughter yet she still allowed him to snatch her away. Six wanted so badly to chew her out like he would anyone else, but the agent still felt bad for unintentionally stringing her along all these years. So, instead he glared at the good doctor and stalked out in an angry huff. Rex and the others stared at him in shock before quickly filing out of her office.
Holiday groaned and flopped back into her sofa. She was out like a light before her head even hit the pillow.
Six sighed and settled for using the tracking device that was implanted at the base of Spirit's skull. He really hated using these things on anyone. It made him feel more like he was searching for a lost pet than a lost person. This method was usually his last resort, but he had a feeling that it should become his first one like it had back when Rex was a rebellious teen.
Six's blood ran cold when he zeroed in on her location…
Abysus.
His little girl was in Abysus…
The agent bolted for the hangar.
"What?!" Rex shouted as he watched his cariño ran past.
"Abysus!" Six shouted.
The three men shared a look and took off after him, heading for the Keep. Six programmed the coordinates for Abysus and struggled to keep himself from pacing. He sagged into Rex's arms as the younger man came up to him and hugged him from behind. Six placed his hands over his chéri's, interlacing their fingers.
"We'll get her back," Rex said.
"I know," Six deadpanned.
"So stop trembling," his young love whispered.
"…I can't." Six admitted.
They stood there in silence for a short while before Six broke it.
"Your heart is racing."
"I know… I'm so scared for her."
The couple fought to remain calm and focused in front of their men. It took quite a few grunts to run the Keep. Abysus was a name that struck fear into many of them. Since Van Kleiss made his existence known he had tortured, crippled, killed, and even turned several grunts into EVOs. If "veterans" like Six and Rex were to panic in front of their men who knows what kind of chaos that would cause.
"Release probes," Six ordered.
Small sphere shaped probes were released from compartments at the side of the massive air ship. They buzzed around, diving through the dense decaying forest and up towards the castle. There were wild EVOs roaming the grounds as per usual. Some of them bore Van Kleiss' handprint somewhere on their body.
CRASH!
A tree EVO came to life and smashed a probe into the ground.
CHOMP!
Another probe was swallowed whole. The view from inside the EVO's stomach revealed several body parts. Most of them belonged to small children… It was as if Van Kleiss was actually feeding this one as though it were a pet.
It was nauseating…
The remaining probes whizzed around the windows. Skalamander and Breach came into view. Skalamander looked as unpleasant as ever while Breach was babbling madly to herself. They weren't alone…
A slightly different angle revealed an unconscious and barely breathing Conrí, who was missing his eyes. The hacker's baby blues were impaled on two of Biowulf's inhuman claws. Van Kleiss came into view. His deformed brass hand was buried deep in Spirit's curls. The little girl struggled in a futile attempt to get free. Tears ran down her cheek as the evil EVO jerked her back roughly.
"Get me audio! Now!" Six demanded.
"Either you agree to be my test subject or I won't let your heal your precious uncle," Van Kleiss muttered.
Tears ran down Spirit's face as she signed, "Let me heal him first and I will not fight."
"I'm feeling generous," the slimy bastard purred.
He flung her forward, making her fall on her hands and knees. Spirit went to get up but Van Kleiss slammed his foot into her back.
"You. Will. Crawl."
The little girl glared at the floor and crawled to her uncle. She pulled herself into a sitting position in his lap and reaching up for his face. Spirit cupped his face in her tiny hands and whimpered silently as she healed him.
Conrí shifted and groaned as the bright lights blinded his new eyes. The gashes across his face and torso knit together and disappeared.
"Say good-bye little one," Van Kleiss ordered.
Spirit stood cautiously and gave Conrí a kiss on the forehead. The hacker simply couldn't hold back the tears as they diluted the blood that stained his cheeks.
"Run," Conrí told her.
Spirit shook her head. She knew that they would kill him either way but if she didn't comply his death wouldn't be quick. They would make her watch as they slowly tortured him to death. She saw no possible way for him to get free… He was chained to the wall.
"Come to me girl."
Spirit hung her head, berating herself for being weak. She hated being a child… If she were an adult she could handle bad guys no problem just like her fathers and her uncles. Spirit made her way to Van Kleiss' side.
"Good girl…" He cooed as he ran his fingers through her unruly curls.
Six was furious by the time the Keep finally got there. The Keep was convenient as far as carrying equipment and men but it was ungodly slow. He took off running, slicing through everything and anything in his path.
Rex rolled his eyes and followed after him, shifting into his boogie pack. He picked up Six without warning and flew with the bemused agent in his arms.
"Rex. This calls for…" Six began to nag when he was cut off.
"If you say that this calls for strategy I'm dropping you. There was no strategy in what you were just doing," Rex said.
Six frowned but remained silent just in case.
Rex felt his nanites fail him…
"No! Not now!"
Six landed on his feet.
Rex landed on his ass.
The agent pulled him up and shoved him into running. Callan and Cesar were bringing up the rear.
BANG!
Six and Rex shared a confused look before the young EVO broke down the door with his smack hands. Callan and Cesar rushed in ahead of them. The mad scientist had his surprisingly deadly tuning fork at the ready. The cowboy had his plasma gun aimed at Skalamander.
Six dashed in and was immediately attacked by Biowulf, who was still sore about losing his dominant hand. Rex looked around and saw Van Kleiss lying in a pool of blood with a bullet between his eyes. Conrí was cradling Spirit in his arms. His precious little mija was shivering in a mint green hospital gown and the hacker's bloodstained shirt. She was safe, but that was not what got his attention…
It was Conrí's back… The hacker's back was riddled with scars from severe and savage beatings he had received as a child. He was even more scarred than Six!
Biowulf was struggling more than usual in his fight against the furious agent. He was next to useless without his dominant set of claws. The wolf EVO couldn't land a single hit as the agent drove him into a corner. One powerful blow to the chest had sent the bloodied anorexic Chihuahua into a red portal.
The same had happened to Skalamander though thanks to Callan half of the crystals on his back and arm had been shot of and turned to dust. It seemed like the members of the Pack were growing progressively weaker…
The only one who had remained strong was the one sucking them into red portals. Spirit clung to the hacker as Van Kleiss' body sank into a portal. She laid her head on his shoulder and whimpered silently. The annoying EVO had a tendency to come back to life… She didn't want him to come back. He was a very bad man!
Six approached Conrí, "I want my daughter."
The hacker frowned, "What kind of monster do you think I am? I just saved her!"
"You exhibit criminal behavior."
"As if you didn't while you ran around torturing people for information and killing them for money."
"I've reformed."
"Have you? You, Rex, and Callan kill EVOs that were once humans or animals. According to Cesar's file, he released the nanites and triggered the event."
"She is my daughter and I don't want her to be corrupted by the likes of you!"
"She is my niece and the worse she'll get from me as my less charming habits!"
"She is not your niece! You are not family!"
"I'm more family than you!"
Rex cut in, "STOP IT! You're making Spirit cry. I vote we go home and everyone sit down and have a nice long chat. Clearly Spirit is safe with Conrí considering he just risked his life for her."
"Rex…"
"No. I've listened to your reasons why we shouldn't trust him. I want to know why we should."
Six hesitated before nodding. They all filed out of the castle one-by-one. Spirit was still tucked safely in Conrí's arms.
"Wait!" Cesar said.
The mad scientist slammed his tuning fork against the doorway and held it towards the already dilapidated castle. The amplified sound waves caused the castle to crumble. Cesar coughed and sputtered as he shook several hundred years worth of dust form his hair. Callan gave him a gentle thump on the back as he wheezed.
Six and Rex led the way back to the Keep where everyone sat around a table that was generally used for meetings.
"Talk," the agent demanded.
Conrí took a deep breath, "Charles Reaper is Spirit's father. Her…"
"We know that. It's in her file."
"Shut up and listen. Charles Reaper is Spirit's father, but he never left the name of her mother with the scientists. She was just labeled as deceased. Her mother was my older sister, Catherine. I'm her biological uncle."
Spirit's bottom lip began to wobble as she whimpered and cried into the hacker's neck, hugging him just a bit tighter. Both Six and Rex went as white as a sheet.
Conrí held her close, "My sister died in childbirth… She had loved Spirit so much and she was so thrilled by the idea of becoming a mother. Her husband on the other hand was a right bastard. As soon as they married they moved out to the country and I never saw her again… I was fifteen when Spirit was born. I was twenty and in college when she was sold. There was nothing I could've done to save her… I spent the last five years of my life searching for her. When I finally found her that foul facility was gutted. I had to start all over again…"
"So you found out she was here and you sent in your resume," Rex finished.
Conrí nodded.
"What about Reaper?" Six demanded.
"My only sin with the exception of tonight and stealing info for Sarah. I stole money from the local mob and transferred it to his account. I left a nice sloppy trail leading back to him."
"So… Needless to say he's dead right?" Rex asked.
"Got it in one."
"I wouldn't call killing Van Kleiss much of a sin. He never stays dead," Callan pointed out.
"You didn't see what he was about to do to her nor the layout he had set up before your boy toy destroyed the place. I have a feeling he was planning to keep her for a good long time judging by the stasis tube."
"Mierda! Do you think you can get anything off of his computers?!" Cesar demanded.
Conrí snorted, "Not bloody likely," he looked to Spirit, "I'm so sorry I should've have hidden this from you for so long, but I was afraid you would hate me…"
Spirit began to cry all over again as she shook her head violently and hugged him tightly about the neck. Conrí let out a broken sob before kissing her on the cheek and burying his face in her curls.
Six and Rex were beside themselves with grief. What if Conrí wanted her? What if he wanted to raise her and take her away from them? Spirit was their daughter! She meant the wrold to them. Hell, she was their red string if fate. The she was the one who truly brought them together and led them to love. How could they go on if such a important member of their family were to go missing? It would be like losing a piece of their very soul…
Conrí managed to reign in his emotions as his poor exhausted niece fell asleep in his lap.
"Relax. I'm not father material. I'm more of a fun uncle. You can even keep Callan and Cesar listed as her godparents. I just want to be a part of her life," the hacker said.
Rex let out a deep sigh and sagged in his seat, "Thank you."
Six frowned, "Cut back on the swearing and bare in mind the kind of music you listen to."
"…Bloody hell! You really are the girl of the relationship!" Conrí declared with a grin.
Six glared at him…
Rex couldn't take not knowing anymore…
"Cesar, why did you release the nanites?"
"Abeula had stage four leukemia. The nanites did their work in saving you when he nearly died playing soccer of all things in my lab. They rebuilt your body from the inside out. I wanted them to do the same for her and they did. I didn't connect Van Kleiss and his lab assistant coming from my lab to sabotage until much later. I had actually activated it from my mobile lab. If I hadn't I would've died in the explosion like mom and dad. I thought you had died too but clearly your nanites protected you."
Conrí shifted. His bum was going numb.
"Can I tuck my niece in without being tackled to the ground and skewered? I'd like to tell her a story about her mum…"
Six sighed, not completely trusting the hacker not to take his precious little girl and run. He merely nodded. They were safe on the Keep. The living quarters were nowhere near the hangar so he couldn't' take off without going past them.
Rex glanced over at Six and sighed… This was going to take a while. Conrí stood and nodded his goodbye as he went to Spirit's room. He started a bath for her and waited patiently in her room, reading one of the few things he had left of his sister.
Spirit emerged from her bathroom, dressed in Hello Kitty.
Conrí chuckled, "Your mum loved Hello Kitty. She also loved flowers."
The hacker brought over a well-loved brown leather bound journal with a silver Celtic tree of life on the cover and opened it. The paper inside was made of parchment. One each page was a place for two flowers. Most of them were blank but some had pressed dried flowers on them.
"I saved up from my paper route to buy this for your mum when I was a kid. She wrote down all of the flowers and their meanings. She wanted to travel the world and find each and every flower. The ones she found she signed with her initials and put a heart around it. The ones I found I signed as well. Now its your turn."
"Can you tell me about my mother? Why do you call her mum?"
Conrí gave her a little smirk, "We were originally from Ireland. Couldn't you tell with my funny accent?"
Spirit giggled as he tickled her.
Conrí sighed and slumped back onto the little girl's bed, "Your mum was brilliant. She loved to write, particularly poetry. Some of it is in this very book. She was the very embodiment of love and kindness. I think that's something you inherited from her. Your granddad was a drunken git. Your grandmum was so lonely and depressed that she had an affair that resulted in me, I'm afraid. I was unwanted from the very beginning. Well… Not completely. I had your mum. She was my world."
"I'm sorry I killed her," Spirit signed, tearing up.
Conrí frowned, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "No. No. You didn't kill her. Don't ever think that you killed her."
A couple of tears ran down her cheeks as she snuggled into her uncle's arms. Conrí sighed and held his little niece, forgetting the past for the meantime and looking forward to the future for the first time in ten years.
Hello again! It's that time of month where I get my lazy ass into gear and update. Also, HAPPY NEW YEARS! But I have to admit… I'm kind of disappointed that it didn't all end in a zamboni apocalypse. Yes. I know that I used the wrong word, but I have a friend who's afraid of the living dead so I didn't use the proper name. In fact, she's the one that I started all three fics for.
I'm even adding a fourth once "A Little Spirit" is finished. It's called "Goes a Long Way". It's about Spirit's life at age 18 with her fathers, uncles, aunts, five younger siblings, and girlfriend. Don't worry there will be plenty of SEX (Six/Rex) in it too.