Disclaimer: I do not own GeneratorRex if I did it definitely would be rated R rather PG.
I own nothing except my doubtful skills.
Warnings: None
A/N1: this fic is set somewhere between Mixed Signals and Six minus Six
Providence dark legacy
Pizza
by your-biohazardous-friend
"do we really need to go back to the base? Let's get some pizza and celebrate!"
/Rex Salazar; the day that everything changed; GeneratorRex/
"Caesar? is this your mug" Six asked picking up the ceramic dish - it was filled with brownish gunge, which probably was once a smoothie - with heavily spread mould on it's surface. Six could bet his own katanas that the mug's content was already discovering a democracy.
The scientist turned around and after glancing over the object in Six's fingers nodded
"yea..." the man answered after a while of silence "...but don't take it away I'm still drinking that"
Six raised his eyebrows with disbelief, his lips turned into thin, displeasing line. Samurai put down the mug carefully and watched for a while as Caesar was arranging colorful pattern with various cables spread before him.
"Do you need my assistant agent Six?" The scientist asked after a while of silence, without raising his eyes from his work "you rarely come to my lab and never without a reason"
"I've been thinking-" The assassin started "-and maybe you know the answer. Why Rex loves pizza so much?"
Older Salazar stopped 'braiding' the cables. His hands halted in the middle of the movement.
"he does?" Caesar asked amused
"Yes" the man replied bluntly
"that's interesting"
"what's so interesting?"
"Pizza was a reward, way back when Rex was just a kid" Caesar stated taking the mug Six was previously inspecting and brought it to his lips. The scientist winced then a fungoid smell hit his nostrils. He peeked inside surprised, then shrug his arms and placed the ceramic object on the floor.
"reward?" Six asked stupefied.
"Si, when things went good way – significant progress in the Nanite Project, Rex's good grades at school and other stuff like that - we celebrated the event over a home-made pizza. We used to divide a pizza dough on four smaller cakes and each of us would add his favourite toppings then bake it" Caesar's voice was now dreamy, softer, somehow distant, even his Spanish accent was more distinctive. "those were good times" the Latin-American finished, lowering his head, looking at the cables before him but not really seeing them.
The revelation hit Six like tons of bricks. So that's why Rex was so persistent, almost begging, to get a pizza after missions he considered successful.
"thank you for your answer" Six finished their conversation and left the lab. The assassin took a leaflet from the inside pocket of his suit and looked once again at the menu which determined him to ask Caesar about Rex's pizza fixation. After a while of musing Six saved the number of the restaurant under one of the speed dial numbers in his cell-phone.
Who knew, maybe it would come in handy one day?
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