Akeno- ... You know... You're right. About that pattern thing! You're absolutely right!

Lexii- I actually like Calan since the whole Forgotten thing, so... yeah... It's gonna be awesome, the poor guy.

emochildlova- I still may end up making other courses and just posting them in random spots in here. Though, I don't really think that's possible... Maybe, like, a deleted scenes section XD We'll see.

Soubei- I remember that Family Guy ep. "So you can cook your own damn turkey, wrap your own damn presents, and while your at it, you can all take a one horse open sleigh to hell!" Best line in that show ever. Or... close to ever XD That's an awesome show.

Illyria- That's the term Rex is gonna go with anyway. lol

iliketacosxgirfan- You're a genius XD

RandomDraggon- ... I'm writing that down... EVERYONE! According to this person, Six is an alien-psyco-bitch-rainbow-pickle-ninja-delux-pony-from-hell-in-3D... and I completly agree! Also, in all my GenRex fics, I always end up writing in Six's POV. I don't know why, I just love his little mind.

Shadow-L-Chan- Moles are silly, aren't they? XD

CorieChan- Oooh! Thank you! ^.^

Spartan Ninja- I've done that before. Laugh hysterically for long amounts of time for no real reason... I guess we're just happy people *shrug*

Leafstar- I've said it before, I'll say it again. Six is going to invest in a padlock.

Augusta- Job hunting... XDD That's a good one!

Ok, Operation: Wingman is officially the most hilarious episode yet. I love the freaking bunny.

o0o

A Day

The click of Holiday's heels echoed off of Providence's white walls as she made her way to the dining room. The meetings didn't take as long as she feared, so hopefully there was still time to help Rex with whatever he was currently stuck on.

She was about half of a step away, when the door suddenly opened, almost giving her a heart attack.

Six stepped out, jacket drapped over his shoulder, and darted his head over to look at the doctor.

"Six?," she asked, not expecting him to be the one coming out of that room.

At first, he didn't respond, just stared at her. He looked... angry? No, he looked... almost crazy.

Eventually, after a few seconds, he mumbled, "You're nuts."

"Pardon?"

"You're insane!," he said a bit louder, "No one understands whatever I was trying to figure out in there! And why in the hell does he have a Sex Ed course?"

"Um-"

"I completly understand the Driver's Ed thing, though," Six said, suddenly calm again, "He really, really needs that class."

She looked at him for a second, trying to analyse him as best she could. "Are you ok?," she asked, wondering what she missed.

"About to be," he answered, realizing his priorities, "Where's Calan?"

"Uh."

"Nevermind, I'll find him myself. It'll be more fun that way."

"Um."

And that was it. He started to walk away.

She raised an eyebrow at his retreating form, when Rex walked out of the door as well, carrying a few books under his arm.

"Oh, hey Doc," he greeted, upon noticing her.

"Hey, Rex," she replied, then remembered something. "By the way, I got a biometric spike while I was away, like you were really scared. Did something happen?"

Six's heavy laugh carried down the hall.

"Shut up!," Rex called after him, then turned back to Holiday, "Nope, not much. Been pretty uneventful."

"Right," she replied, trying to process the information that Six was just laughing. "So... What's going on?"

"Six helped me with my homework," he said with a grin.

She blankly stared back.

The teen continued, "Actually, we kind of just skipped a lot of stuff, but we got a few things done. Oh, and, uh, that whole Biology assignment... it, uh... Well, I'll just tell you later."

"Ok," she said, really confused now. Six... had helped Rex... with homework... What?

"Oh! And one more thing!," Rex said, suddenly getting serious, "Don't believe ANYTHING Six tells you, ok? That dinner and a movie date is still open!"

"Um-"

"And if Six mentions something about Bloody Mary, he's lying about that, too!"

"Bloody Mary?"

"And I have no idea where Calan's truck is!"

She raised her eyebrow again. What was he- Oh, that reminded her.

"Actually," she said, looking over her shoulder to see that the agent was long gone, "Six was just looking for Calan."

"He was?," Rex asked her, confused, then knowing spread across his face, "Oh."

"What's happening?"

A few soldiers were walking down the hall beside them, when another ran up to the group. "Hey," he said, "Six is kicking Calan's ass!" The soldiers ran off to try and catch the fight.

"Yeah," Rex said, "It's probably that."

Holiday gasped.

o0o

Captain Calan was currently sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall (about the furthest place he could get), with a rag on the gash in his temple, trying to stop the bleeding. He had finally managed to get the soldiers out of the room, especially since they were all there just to snicker at him. He didn't need that. Hell, he didn't need that beating he had just recieved. What the hell did he do, anyway?

Not to mention, what the hell was up with Six? The man had lost it. Like, really lost it. All he could see before their little fight, was a smile and a blur of green. The man had just... completly lost it. Though, the captain did manage to get a few licks in. After the apparent beating was over, Six had just left, leaving Calan there, on the floor, about to bleed to death and more P.O.'d than he had been in years.

The door swished open, Rex and Holiday running inside. The doctor was instantly next to Calan, looking him over, while Rex was intent on finding the security footage.

"I have got to see-," he said, as he looked around the room and noticed the camera had a katana through it, "Aw, man."

"What happened?," Holiday asked.

Calan darted his eyes over to her. "Got jumped by a freaking ninja, that's what."

"Jumped?," she asked him, "How?"

"Because he's a freaking ninja."

"But- But why?"

"He didn't let up long enough for me to ask," he answered, trying to calm himself down. The doctor was only trying to help. Though, if someone were to ask him, he'd say Six was the one that needed help.

That attack had just come out of nowhere. It's not like he and Six were on a rivalry hit or something, it was just completly random.

"Well," Holiday asked, looking at the gash on the captain's head, "he didn't say anything?"

"He said something along the lines of 'I'm going to kill you'," he answered, "Except with a lot more cursing. Oh and he never stopped smiling, so I may be traumatized, too. I'll find out tonight, if I have a nightmare about it."

Rex walked over to take a look at Calan. "Man, he beat you good," he said with a smirk.

"Ha," the captain replied, "You should see the other guy."

Holiday caught that. "Six is hurt, too? Where is he?"

"I only got a couple of licks in. Hopefully they took him to the nut house by now," Calan answered, really not caring.

The doctor stood. "Well, you don't look too terrible. I'm sure you'll live," she told him, "Some doctors are on their way to take care of you. I'm going to find Six."

"Course, you are," Calan mumbled, watching her leave.

As an afterthought, Holiday took Rex aside. "Make sure he doesn't...," she glanced over at the captain, "seek revenge or anything."

"You got it, Doc," the teen answered with a smile, as she left the room.

Rex walked over to Calan and sat down beside him, helping the captain dab at his gash.

Calan started mumbling to himself. "First, my truck. Now, Six decides to go all rabid on me."

"What about your truck?," Rex asked, a little too fast.

"Passed by the garage on the way up here," the captain answered, "It wasn't there."

The teen stared at him, thinking. "Old, red Chevy? Had mud on the side? Seats with cigarette holes in them? Clutch kind of sticks a little?"

Calan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah...," he answered, "Rex... Have you... Have you seen my truck?"

The teen slowly shook his head, with a slight frown, like he was thinking. "Nope, can't say that I have."

o0o

Where would Six go if he had just gotten in a fight? The gym, to train for the next fight.

What if he was injured? His room, to patch himself up as quietly as possible.

What if he was noticably injured in a fight that everyone on base had heard about within the last five minutes?

Holiday walked in her lab, only to see Six sitting on the exam table with a bottle of undisclosed medicine and a cotton swab, dabbing it on the cut under his eye. He instantly flinched on the first dab. "Damn iodine."

"Iodine doesn't sting, Six," she told him, walking closer. She hadn't seen Six flinch before and realized he must still be running on the crazy he had a moment ago.

He looked at the cotton ball in his hand. "Then, what's this?"

"Peroxide," she answered, taking it away from him.

"Peroxide doesn't sting."

"It apparently does," she told him, putting that away and grabbing something else, "You need alcohol, anyway."

"Alcohol stings," he protested.

"So does peroxide," she said, trying to reason with him.

"No, it doesn't."

"You just-," she took a deep breath to calm herself. Holiday turned back to him, bringing a bottle of alcohol and a new cotton ball with her.

He jumped off the table, grabbed the bottle and started to walk away.

She grabbed his arm. "No," she said, "I'm doing this."

"I got this."

"No, you don't."

"I can try."

"No, you can't"

"But-," before he said anything else, she took the bottle back from him. He didn't make any move to sit back down and, in his current state, she wasn't about to say anything.

"So," she asked, getting some alcohol on the cotton ball, "Want to tell me what happened today?"

He looked at her for a second, then answered, "A made-up essay, zombie frog, Bloody Mary, took a swim in a river, tried to bake cookies with Rex, and some weird shit that I just did not get at all."

She stared at him. "Uh-huh," she answered, "That's... That sounds like a full day."

"It was," he answered, then quickly remembered, "By the way, Rex didn't want me to say anything, but he mentioned that he thinks of you as his motherly figure."

"He already said something about his date offer being open forever."

"Dammit," he muttered, "Should have told you sooner. Ah!"

She had started dabbing at the cut already. "Sorry, sorry," she told him, pulling back, "I'm not used to you being so... talkative, I guess is the word."

"It's alright. I'm fine. Ah!," he flinched again, "Tell someone when you're about to do that."

"Sorry," she said again, going slower this time.

"Who knew Calan had a left hook like that?," he muttered again.

"Actually," she said, trying again, "I meant, what happened to make you want to suddenly pound Calan?"

"Oh," Six said, suddenly taken aback, "So, we're calling him by his name now?"

"It's... his name, Six," she tried to answer, "You just called him that."

"Well, yeah, but... Nevermind. Ah! Stop that!"

"It's not going to clean itself," she said, trying to go as slow with the cut as she could, "Stop fidgeting and you'll be fine."

He huffed, but complied. Six didn't move an inch.

"So?," she asked.

"So... what?"

"Why'd you try to kill 'Captain' Calan?," she asked again, putting emphasis on his title.

"He was off, doing things, while I was here, bored out of my mind."

"Doesn't sound like you were very bored," she answered, "Besides, he was pretty bored anyway. It wasn't like there was much for him to do."

"Better not have been," Six huffed, then asked, "Why did he get to go anyway?"

She ignored the earlier statement. "I don't know," she shrugged, "I needed an escort and he offered."

"You needed an escort? And you didn't tell me- Wait," Six had caught something, "He... offered? That jer- Ah! Holiday!"

"Well, if you would stop moving around so much!," she told him, "Why does that tick you off?"

"It just- He's- And I'm- He's a jerk!," he eventually said, "You would have been better off with Rex."

"Rex didn't want to go."

"You... asked him... and not me?"

"I was going to ask you," she answered, slightly confused, "but Calan offered, first."

"Jerk! I'm going to kill- Ah!"

"Stop moving!," she said, "You're not making any sense today."

"There's nothing to understand. It is, what it is," he told her, trying to dig out of the grave he had made.

"But I don't even know what it is."

"Well, I still don't know what the hell a sin is," he answered, "And I'm here to tell you, a mole is an animal, no matter which way you look at it."

"What?," she asked, pulling back again.

"I don't know," he answered, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'm losing my mind."

"Yeah, I got that part," she said, going back to his cut as slowly as possible.

He took a deep breath and tried not to move again. "Just ask me first next time, alright?"

"Alright," she agreed, "But why such a big fuss over this?"

"Well, it was Calan," he said, as if the explained it right there, "What if something had happened?"

"I'm sure he would have been able to handle it," she answered him.

"Oh, so now he's better than me?"

"What? No," she said, "Where are you coming up with these random statistics?"

"Something could have happened that he couldn't handle!," he told her, "He wouldn't have sacrificed himself for you! If I was there, I would ha-" He stopped. That was enough crazy for one day. Instead, he just looked away from her.

She stared at him. Well, that was a sudden outburst. "You would have... what?," she asked, trying to get him to continue.

He didn't respond. He didn't even move.

Holiday sighed. "Everything's fine, Six," she softly told him, "I'm alive and I'm right here."

He looked back down to her, considering something really, really stupid. To keep himself from that, he started talking again. "And what if he had made a move on you?"

She stopped moving all together. That was an odd question to hear come out of Six's mouth. "And what if he did?"

His eyes snapped wide, "Did he?"

"What if he did, Six?," she asked, starting to get a little angry, "What would you do about it?" She was about to say 'nothing', when he answered for her.

"I would kick his ass, again!," he said, about to go search out the captain for the second time that day.

"Nothing happened," she sighed.

"Yeah, now you say that when you're precious Calan is about to get hurt," he said.

She narrowed her eyes. "No, Six. Really. Nothing happened," she said again, "I don't even like him like that."

"Sure you don't."

She pulled back from him again, "And what evidence do you have to prove otherwise?"

"Well, he- um... He's...," it took him a second, but he eventually came up with an answer, "He's not afraid to get close to people and show his emotions. He doesn't see it as a weakness to care about someone."

As soon as he said it, his heart stopped. That sounded very... honest... Was that why he hated it when he seen them together? Was that why he was so-?

She blinked. "Are you... jealous?"

"No."

"You su-?"

"Yes."

After a few minutes of waiting for him to do something, she just sighed and went back to his cut. "None of that matters," she told him, "I mean, he's nice and everything, but I-" She stopped moving again for a second, as she changed her comment, "I just don't see him that way."

"I'm not jealous," he muttered, realizing that her touch was getting softer and softer. His hand was twitching to move, but he kept it still.

She softly continued. "It might be a weakness to care for someone," she told him, "but it still happens."

"On accident," he muttered again, "Complete and total accident."

She raised an eyebrow, but he said, "Forget it," before she could ask.

Six had noticed that her hand had stopped moving all together and was now just hovering there, on the side of his face.

This was the most emotion she had seen out of him in... well, just about ever... Holiday wasn't about to just let it go, but she feared that it might have already been over. She kept trying to look at him, to figure to out what kind of look he was giving her beneath those shades of his, but nothing surfaced. Nothing happened.

Eventually, she looked away from him, almost regretting that silent move she had just tried, and was about to back away, when his hand gently touched the side of her face, causing her to look back up to him. He was suddenly very close. In one movement, before she had time to say anything or he had time to think, his lips lightly brushed against hers.

Before the moment was lost, she lightly pressed closer and opened her mouth for him, as he responded by deepening their kiss. His other arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. Her arm had somehow managed to snake it's way around his neck. Thier lips moved together slowly, as they were suddenly embraced with one another.

After what seemed like forever, though it was barely a minute, their lips eventually parted, mostly for air.

His hand left her neck, where it had eventually rested. Six's bout of crazy had dispersed and he had suddenly realized what he was doing.

He was proving Rex right... the little bastard... He noticed her eyes open and glance away. Before she jumped to any conclusions about him leaving, he used his free hand to take off his shades.

The way he figured it, there wasn't really any going back now. Might as well go all in.

Holiday noticed the act and that he had suddenly gotten closer again. He wasn't running away... She kissed him and, without his shades, had managed to pull him closer.

o0o

Calan stood on the edge of the river bank as the sun started to set. His head and torso had bandages wrapped around them. He was leaning on a crutch. His arm was in a cast. All that and he was pretty sure he was missing a tooth, but the doctors had jacked him up so high on morphine, that he just couldn't feel anything in his mouth anymore... or anywhere for that matter.

He could barely make out 'CHEVROLET' on his red tailgate a foot under the water's surface with the glaring sun.

Captain Calan was having a horrible day, but at least the truck was clean.

Rex, who was standing beside him, started to ramble. "It was ALL Six!," the boy said, "I had nothing to do with it! He was all like, 'Ha Ha! I'll show Calan to take Holiday away when I'm not looking' and, against my protests, just rammed your truck in the middle of the river! True story!"

"Rex," the captain quietly said, cutting the teen off, "Since you're Providence's and the world's last hope, I'm gonna give you a five second head start. One."

The teen had started running.

Once Calan got to three and the teen was about a mile away, Rex was suddenly, randomly tackled by a giant Evo'd bunny.

o0o

The End! Yay!

I'm sorry, but I had to put the bunny in there. That bunny was the best villian/stalker EVER.

Oh & it's LLLOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGGG, so sorry about that (unless you like long stuff, then rejoice).

HOLIX FTW

We're going to get back to Breakeven now, so w00t!

QUESTION: How was the fic and are you sorry it's over? What was your fave part in the fic? Also, did you watch Operation: Wingman and thought it was the most hilarious thing you have ever seen?

I guess this chap wasn't as funny as some of the others (which were awesome), but it makes up in longness. lol

Read & Review!

~Lina-Trinch