WHY?

A/N: I just randomly came up with this idea for young (about 10-years-old) Rex to ask these questions to Six who doesn't want to hear them…. Rated K but contains a tiny bit of romance implied by Rex. Young Rex is so cute! I only own the plot; if you want to borrow it let me know so I don't report you by accident.

Disclamer: I do not sadly own any of the characters or Generator Rex they are owned by Man Of Action, so don't sue me!

Six's POV

I sat down for my morning breakfast of coffee and a biscuit when out of no where came the voice that has plagued me since I found it. "Six?" I ignore the voice hoping it will leave me in peace to enjoy my morning meal. "Six? SixSixSixSixSix!" No such luck for me today. –sigh- "What Rex." "I want to ask a question, can I?" Rex asks me. "You just did, what is your question?" "Why is the sky blue?" "…" I look at the kid, while trying not to show any emotion or as little as I can. 'Why does he ask questions like that?' I wonder to myself. "Well that is a question you have to ask Doctor Holiday." Rex looks at me with a shocked expression. "Wait you don't know why the sky's blue? Well it's because someone long ago threw a bucket of paint and it stuck there, at least that's what Bobo told me." "You get your information from a monkey that talks, and likes to pull pranks on people…." "…." silence happens while I finish my coffee. "Oh. Well I'll go ask Doc then." Rex leaves me to my breakfast finally.

Holiday's POV

"Doc why don't you ask Six out?" "…" I look at my young charge with shock clearly described on my face. This is the third time since breakfast he's asked me that question. "Rex don't you have better things to do then to ask me why, why, why all the time?" "No." "Why don't you go talk to Six?" "Six never answers my questions!" Rex whines. He gives me his best pouting face. I sigh "Then go talk to Bobo." "But Six told me Bobo isn't a good person to ask questions because he pulls pranks on people!" 'Six needs to learn to answer your questions before I have to.' I mutter under my breath. "Rex, you don't ask people those types of question ok?" "Fine, I'm going to see if anyone will answer anything I ask anytime I want!" He walks out in a huff. Peace and quiet at last

Rex's POV

Today has been a boring day, no one answers the simplest questions and no one will play with me! I started this morning trying to get Six to talk but he gave me the 'Go pester Doctor Holiday' look so I gave up on that, then I went to Doc and she was too busy to answer some of my questions. So now I'm bored out of my mind. Oh I'll go talk to one of the grunts! Their perfect for talking to because they never do anything at Providence!

No one's POV

Six walks down the hallway to talk to Doctor Holiday. "Agent Six, there anything I can do to help?" She asks while looking over the latest test results for Rex. "Uh, um yes I just wanted to know why Rex bothers me with useless questions." He answers. "Well you were the first person he saw when you found him, so I guess you're his 'father' figure so he goes to you for answers." "Oh." Six pinches the bridge of his nose in the way he always does when contemplating something someone says. "Thank you Doctor Holiday." He leaves the room and walks towards Rex's room, if you can call it that, it's more of a broom closet than a real room. – Knock- Knock- "Come in, if it's Bobo you had better have brought the chips!" Rex opens the door and sees Six standing there. "Oh Six, I um thought you were uh_" "Bobo? I have your answer for you here." Six gives Rex a slip of paper from online. "OH so that's why the sky's blue! Makes more sense than a paint can. BOBO I'm GOING TO GET YOU FOR LYING TO ME" Rex shouts, he then turns to Six and says "Six, why don't you ask Doctor Holiday out?"

The End

A/N: Collective Criticism is appreciated, no flames this is my first fanfic so I may not be very good.