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Musebox #1 [CLOSED]
Who: Holiday and Six
What: being awkward/horrible/flirty/omg
When: Right after "Six Minus Six"
Where: Providence HQ
Warnings: Spoilers for "Six Minus Six" and MAYBE "Lions And Lambs"
Holiday walked back into the tower after the LONGEST couple of days she ever had. Okay, not the longest, but it was far too close for comfort.
She set the chart she had carried in with her down on the desk, already turning her attention to the computer screen. So, Caesar's invention hadn't worked... twice. It was good that her sister was cured, because Six had just become her new project. She had to get the other Six back. This one was driving her nuts... even if he could be sweet... when he wanted to be.
She sighed, staring at the computer, but not sitting down. At least, he wasn't physically hurt... That was a good plus.
Didn't mean that she couldn't worry...
What: being awkward/horrible/flirty/omg
When: Right after "Six Minus Six"
Where: Providence HQ
Warnings: Spoilers for "Six Minus Six" and MAYBE "Lions And Lambs"
Holiday walked back into the tower after the LONGEST couple of days she ever had. Okay, not the longest, but it was far too close for comfort.
She set the chart she had carried in with her down on the desk, already turning her attention to the computer screen. So, Caesar's invention hadn't worked... twice. It was good that her sister was cured, because Six had just become her new project. She had to get the other Six back. This one was driving her nuts... even if he could be sweet... when he wanted to be.
She sighed, staring at the computer, but not sitting down. At least, he wasn't physically hurt... That was a good plus.
Didn't mean that she couldn't worry...
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"He never asked for anything? At all?" the mercenary asked.
Everyone had something they wanted: wealth, fame, sex. Surely his other self had had those motivators for his own. He knew that he had them.
But if that other Six wasn't trying to obtain any of that, what drove him to be that man?
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"When I first met him- you-... You weren't anything like you are now when I had first met you. Other than the fact that you were for a cure to this EVO business, you were cold hearted, stoic, an 'orders are orders' kind of guy... Actually, I can't even count how many times that phrase came out of your mouth. Most of the soldiers had placed bets on whether or not you were robot and I was considering it, too, for a while."
"But...," and there's always a 'but'. She decided to look to him this time. "There's just... little things that proved you were more than that. In the end, you still did what you believed was right, but... I never really seen the result work out in your favor..."
And she quickly looks away again, remembering how just a little while ago, he had almost killed himself for her sister, a hopeless person whom he had never met, because of her connection with Beverly. No, that hadn't been for him.
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blue-ish green dear
"Well, there was this one time where an EVO started infecting everyone in New York City. White decided it was best if we just bleached or nuked the whole city, just wiping it out. Rex eventually found a solution and you took the risk to let Rex finish the job. It worked, but with only a few seconds to spare. White was... less than happy, then.
"And there's another time when... a lot of... things happened and Rex needed to leave HQ. Clear his head. I couldn't and you didn't either. Even though White wanted him back, we still stalled as much as possible until Rex came back willingly. Again, he was less than happy."
Holiday sighed, "That's only two examples, though. You did a lot of things like that for me and Rex, but you were lucky if you got nothing out of the deal. Usually, you were putting yourself on the line."
Looking at the Six standing by her right now... she would never think that was the same man. It really was curious why he did the things he did and even more so, how he became that person.
I counter with a green-ish blue deer!
That wasn't him. It couldn't be him. Not any version of him could be that selfless for someone who wasn't One.
The most dangerous man on Earth had earned Six's undying loyalty and devotion after all he'd done for him. He knew he'd be in debt to One for the rest of eternity, not that he minded.
But these people...what had they done for him? What had they done that prompted that other Six to feel the need to put himself on the line for their sakes? What had he gotten out of the situation that he felt the need to pay back so much?
Or...or did that other Six do it simply because they were them?
Six stared at the floor and, ultimately, at his neatly polished dress shoes. This was wrong. All wrong. He should be wearing combat boots, body armor, not a suit and tie. His skin crawled at the thought that he was contaminating the other man's memory simply by wearing his clothes. He was a cheap imitation trying to pass himself off as the real deal.
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She closed her eyes tight, facing the computer again. After a deep, quiet breath, she started working again in silence, face as neutral as she could keep it. A page from the other Six's book.
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He glanced at his reflection in the window again. No, that wasn't right. He was the imitator. He was the actor who'd found himself stuck in the middle of a play after receiving the wrong script and had to be fed his lines, delivering a pitiful performance to the scorn of not just the audience but his fellow actors.
He started to shake, mind setting into a panic as he desperately tried to pull something from his memories. Something, anything from between six years ago and a few days ago. Every attempt brought nothing new.
And why couldn't he reach One? The man always knew what to do when things went catastrophically wrong. He needed his mentor's advice now more than ever, and he was only met with silence.
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After a second, she hazard to place a hand on his upper arm. She'll speak after she sees what his knee jerk reaction would be. She'll likely be pressed against the floor with a sword to her throat, but at least she knew the open risk.
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He grabbed onto her wrist tightly and flung her against the window. Both blades were out, one at her throat and the other at her stomach, before he even realized what he was doing.
He stared at her, face intense and threatening before it melted into pure horror. His swords dropped to the ground as if they were on fire, and he backed away.
"I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it," he whispered, babbling.
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His old self would've given her a crappy apology and just left, but this one was... close to freaking out. That, she hadn't expected.
"No," she said quickly, moving closer to him. Okay, yeah, the back of her head hurt a little, but she could take that. She couldn't take seeing him like this. "It's alright, Six. I figured you would react that way. It's okay. I did it on purpose."
That's right, Six. Her fault. Not yours.
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He looked at his reflection again. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He was all wrong. The only thing right were the sunglasses and even they seemed off somehow.
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She tried to talk with as much stern in her voice that she could muster right now. "Six. Look at me. Please. Look at me."
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But he couldn't just quit. He had to try for their sakes. He owed them that much. A poor copy he might've been, but at least he could give them some illusion that they hadn't lost the other Six. At least until he shoved his foot in his mouth again.
"Maybe Salazar should try again," Six said, still focusing on his reflection.
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She needed to get this across to him. Six years was a long time for someone to just lose. She knew he couldn't do this and she wasn't going to make him.
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"I'm sorry, Doctor. You were saying something?"
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"Six. I know you want to be him. I can see that much. But..." This was going to hurt her probably a lot more than it was going to hurt him. "You're just... not him. And whether you are or not, I still care for you and I don't want you to struggle trying to be someone that you aren't. So... It's alright. It's still your life and you shouldn't waste it trying to please people that you don't know."
Now, she desperately just wanted to leave... but she couldn't just leave him there... Not right now. At least, not yet. She had to reach him about this.
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"He sounds like he was something else. I want to give him back to you and Rex. I know you two were important to him. If I have to take over his life, I want to do it right."
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She slumped a bit, too, trying to read if she was getting through at all to him.
"I don't want you to feel trapped like this. I know that... the Six I knew is still in there, but, for now, I'd rather you just be you... whoever that is. And I'm sorry for trying to tell you otherwise. It was wrong."
It didn't seem wrong at the time. It seemed like she was just trying to help him. But the more she watched him, the more he was struggling, the more he was fumbling. She'd rather him be a hound than be scared.
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He closed his eyes. Would the other Six have been able to handle it? Then again, if the situation was reversed, the other Six would've been the better deal.
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Or, she's not giving up on it, at least. The Six she knew was still there and... strangely enough, it seemed like she was talking to him right now. That's what it felt like, anyway.
Yet, she knew she wasn't. And he knew it.
God, she wanted to go cry in an empty corridor somewhere.
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"What if it is over? What if what sent him down that path can't be duplicated? If I be myself, you would never get him back. I'd probably at some point leave Providence to get back in the game because that's where I'm most comfortable."
The old routine of getting a job and heading out to perform it had been relieving, almost like a security blanket. The territory was nice and familiar. The contract didn't change and someone always wanted someone else dead.
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"It's not about us, anymore. I trust you to make the right choices by you. It's your life. Not ours. This is yours to make it whatever you want and whatever that is I will stand behind you on it. I know who you are and you aren't someone that needs to hurt yourself for other people more than you already have!"
Screaming, yelling, and being overall angry helps out a lot. Keeps her from crying for a little longer.
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He didn't entirely trust Holiday since she'd assisted Salazar but he felt compelled to. His other self had had his reasons to trust her. Rex had trusted the other Six's judgment, so why couldn't he?
However..."That. Wasn't. Me. Only One would've received that level of sacrifice from me. Nobody else." His hands formed fists. "Yet he gave up everything he was to do what he could for you and for Rex. Maybe he even knew that there'd be consequences to whatever happened that caused him to revert to me but the alternative would've been worse and fallen on your heads instead. I'm not trying to be him for you or Rex or the rest of this insane future. I'm trying to give him what he wanted: Your safety and happiness."
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She took a step closer, getting in his face about this. "How do you know what he wanted? You don't remember! I don't even know what he wanted! All you know is what you want! What do you want!?"
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"As for what I want, I want to go home to a world that makes sense! But as I'm constantly reminded, that world disappeared six years ago! What I want is impossible!"
He stood there trembling with rage and anguish.
"And if I can't have what I want, I should at least try to do something right."
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