Yeah, we need more HOLIX. And although I told someone once that I specialized in happy endings, a generic happy ending didn't seem to fit this story. So I caution reading this. If you want an explicit happy ending, you shouldn't read any further.

You have been warned.

I do not own.

Six bolted up from his bed. The room was dark save the sliver of light that came from underneath the door to the outside. His arm was sticking straight out in front of him as if he was trying to grab someone's hand. But there was no one at the other end. He slowly lowered his arm. After sitting in the dark for a few seconds, he threw his cover off and went to the bathroom. The sudden bright lights of the bathroom blinded him but as his eyes adjusted he saw his face in the mirror.

It was full of cuts and bruises. He grimaced as he splashed cold water on his feverish face. Feverish, not from any infection, but from the nightmare he had just woken up from. Except it was not a nightmare. It was real.

Six dragged an unconscious Rex into the last escape pod on the deteriorating space station. The door suddenly closed behind them. Dropping Rex, Six spun around in surprise. He could see Holiday's grim face through the pod's window.

"Holiday! What are you doing?" He yelled uncharacteristically.

"I'm sorry, Six." Her voice wavering as if she was trying to keep from crying. "I didn't tell you. All the automatic controls are fried. I have to manually launch the pod from here."

"No, there has to be another way!" He was angry… and scared. "We need you. Rex needs you. I… need you."

She gave a small smile. Tears that had been forming were now spilling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. Take care of Rex…I love you." And then her face grew smaller as the pod blasted into space.

"NOOOO!"

"NO!" Six slammed both fists onto the sides of the sink. The vanity shook. Six stood hunched over breathing heavily.

He hated that stupid scientist, Bouvier, for bringing that killer AI on board the space station. Then when he and Rex went to rescue them, they got Volkov and Rhodes out along with the research. But Holiday….

Finally, after controlling himself, he splashed his face again before returning to his bed. But looking at it, he realized he would not be able to sleep again. His clock on the nightstand read 4:40. He had to be up in 20 minutes anyway. Getting dressed, he went to the cafeteria to get some coffee. It was still early. Hardly anyone but the night crew was around.

Six stepped through the sliding door but it was not the cafeteria. It was her lab… or not her lab anymore.

An unfamiliar face looked up at him in surprise. "Agent Six? Can I help you?"

He scowled. He had unthinkingly wandered into her lab as was his habit in the mornings to check to see if she had fallen asleep at her desk again. "No, doctor. Sorry, to disturb you." He turned on his heels and left. Taking long strides he made a beeline for the cafeteria. Once there, he made his coffee without thinking. He didn't realize until he was grasping two cups that he had made another one… for her. It was just how she liked it too. He angrily dumped the second into the garbage. The liquid made a sloshing sound as it hit the plastic.

He gulped down his coffee, unaware or uncaring that the hot liquid was scalding his insides. His cup joined the other one in the wet garbage can.

Six left the cafeteria to go train as usual. The training droids didn't stand a chance. They never did but this morning he was especially vicious. He stood in a sea of scrap metal when Rex walked in.

"Woah, take it easy there, Six." Rex looked around at the debris. "Save some for me."

Six's blades retracted into his sleeves. "All yours." He stepped over a sparking droid and out the room.

"Wait? Six?" Rex called to his retreating form. Six paused. "Um, I was hoping… that… maybe we could train together today?" His voice trailed off into uncertainty.

"Take care of Rex." Her voice echoed in his head. He mentally sighed. "I thought you hated training with me." He stated flatly.

"Well, hate is such a strong word." Rex grinned, feigning joviality. "I just want a chance to kick your butt." His Smack Hands sprouted.

Despite himself, the corner of Six's mouth turned up slightly. "If you want."

Five minutes later Rex was on his back panting. "Had…had… enough?" He gasped.

"You're getting sloppy." Six observed. "You missed several openings to take me down. Your sword work needs improvement. Have you been doing those exercises I showed you?"

"Yes." His small voice answered.

"Then you need to do more." He said turning to leave.

"I miss her, too." Rex's statement stopped him in his tracks. "I… I wish she was still here. I know it's only been a few days and with time…"

"No amount of time will make you stop missing her." Six said with his back still turned. "But the memories will hurt less." He walked away.

Arriving in his room, he ripped off his sunglasses and threw them on the nightstand. He wasn't sure if he what he told Rex was true. Losing Holiday left a hollow feeling in his chest and something else… simmering just below the surface that he refused to acknowledge. He was sure if he did, he would lose his mind. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he immediately sprung up when the EVO alarm rang.

"Six, report to the hanger, immediately. Level 2 EVO in Manhattan." White's voice rang in his ear piece. Six grabbed his shades and ran out of the room thankful for the distraction.

"Hey, Six! Time to kick some EVO butt." Rex rode in on his Rex Ride with Bobo hanging on.

"Let's move." Six said curtly. "Hopefully, it's the other EVO's posterior that gets kicked."

Bobo busted out laughing.

"Ha ha, so funny. Everyone's a comedian." Rex snorted as he followed Six into the Keep.

0o0

Six watched as Rex in his usual cocky fashion leap out of the Keep and into the fray below. The rampaging multi-armed EVO was sucking the electricity from the many lights in Times Square. He watched as Rex sparred with the creature. His muscles slightly tightened as Rex was thrown several feet smashing through several building walls before hitting and denting a light pole. Rex got up and yelled something at the EVO before forming his Boogie Pack. Flying straight at the monster his turbines retracted and his BFS popped out. Trying to slice the EVO in half, he managed to make a dent into it. But an arm swiped him away. The two halves fused and it was if Rex had done nothing. Rex rolled into an alleyway and knocked down the garbage cans. Six could see the frustration in his face.

"Take care…" Six's hover board came out and soon he was flying at the creature. With a flick of a wrist he took out two of its arms. The monster roared in pain.

"Rex. Take care of it. You can do this." Six told the boy.

Rex zoomed in with his Rex Ride, which morphed into Punk Busters. Leaping into the air, Rex formed his Smack Hands. He knocked the monster under its chin. The monster fell backwards. Rex's Smack Hands disappeared and Rex placed his hand on the monster's chest. A minute later, Rex was standing over an unconscious young man. Agents swarmed in to take over the situation.

Rex felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over in surprise.

"Good job." Six said plainly.

"You think she would have been proud?" Rex asked.

"I know she is proud." Six answered. Rex beamed.

0o0

"Six, you need to leave immediately." White told the man in green after the debriefing.

"Where?" Six asked.

"There been some strange disturbances in a nearby town. People have been disappearing and reappearing. When they come back, they claim not to have left. I need you to check it out to make sure it's not Breach." White told him.

"Shouldn't Rex come too?" Six frowned.

"No, if it is Breach, I don't want Van Kleiss to get his hands on Rex." White answered.

Six nodded and left.

When Six arrived in the small town, he interviewed the people affected but learned nothing new. He instructed the scientists with him to scan the area but they were unable to find anything that would indicate that Breach had been there.

After several fruitless hours, they were ready to pack up and go.

"Excuse me, agent." An old lady with an unidentifiable thick accent said as Six was getting on his jump jet.

"Ma'am?" Six responded.

"I can't help but notice that you seem… lost." She continued.

"Lost?" Six didn't have time for games. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Lost someone important to you." Six stopped in his tracks. He turned to glare at the woman. "I have something for you to help." She held out a small stone.

Ah, it was just a marketing ploy. "No thank you." Six said brusquely. "I don't want to buy…"

"It's a gift. Please take." She pushed the stone into his hand.

Six was about to protest but the rock was warm and seemed to pulse in his hand. He stared at it for a moment before looking up. The old woman was gone. Startled, Six looked around for her but there was no one for miles. There weren't even footprints to indicate that she was ever there.

"Six, there has been another EVO attack. Rex is already there"

Shoving the stone automatically into his pocket he climbed into his jet to go help Rex.

When the day was finally done, Six tiredly entered his room. He plopped down on his bed. Kicking off his shoes to the side of the bed he laid down unmoving. Ripping off his glasses, he threw them on the nightstand where they clattered to a stop. He was alone with his thoughts again. His hand involuntarily slipped into his jacket pocket. He felt something smooth and cold. He had forgotten about the stone from that strange woman. He now took a good look at it. It looked like any other rock: gray, if he remembered his geology, probably igneous, and possibly from a riverbed. It wasn't warm or pulsating. He snorted. What could a stone do to alleviate his loss? Holiday… Rebecca, he never realized how important she was to him until she was gone. He now had to make sure White did not euthanize her sister, keep Rex safe, and… live with the knowledge that he would live out his life without her. Clenching the stone in his fist he pounded the bed. He'd give anything to do things differently. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. The stone in his hand glowed and started to throb.