doc_holi | Musebox #1 [CLOSED]

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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...

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... Okay... That did kind of hurt, but she didn't show it.

"It's not that we don't know you," she said, looking away from him, "It's just that... you don't really talk about the past much... at all. You-..."

Ugh. How to put it?

"You don't like to get too close to people, so it's not that strange that we... don't know a lot of things. Like some of the important things."

Six stood up. "I'm sorry. I'm taking it out on you when it's really his...my fault."

He started to pace the floor, all nervous energy. He knew he should probably sit down and let her run her tests but he couldn't sit still.

He stopped by the window overlooking the Petting Zoo, watching the EVOs go about their business. He envied them. A simple life without all the messy attachments of being human. Six years didn't matter either way to any of them.

She was about to say something, when he walks to the glass. Instead, she gives a sigh and follows him at a distance, stopping a good bit away in case he did just want to be alone.

"It's not your fault. He-... You had your reasons for being that way."

Or, that's what his excuse was once. Other than that, she just tries to believe that.

"Probably not good ones," Six snapped. "Kept a bombshell like yourself dangling without trying to when you've got a whole base full of guys who'd kill for a night in bed with you. Sophisticated, disciplined, and the king of morons."

Six glared at his reflection, reaching up to take off the tie. As if just the suit is better. He then glared at the piece of fabric as if it's the root of all his problems.

She was a little taken aback by the 'bombshell' comment... Still trying to get used to that. To think there was a day when she wondered if Six even realized she realized she was a woman.

For now, she just rubs her arm... "You told Rex before that... it's best to keep people at a distance, so that they don't get caught in the crossfire. So that they aren't hurt or killed... because of you."

Yeah. She feels she said way too much...

"But he never said 'no', did he?" Six accused. "I know I wouldn't have."

He wasn't being fair to the better man and he knew it. However, he figured he had a right to be. The better man was simply another shade of him, so--in the end--he was just being harsh on himself.

...Or was he? He and that other self were like two entirely different people.

He wondered if Rex ever had trouble with that. The kid had lost five years, but he'd been given a completely fresh start with people who didn't know him, people who'd known what an amazing person he was by his current merits not on what they'd remembered about him.

No, he wasn't being fair to the old Six and Holiday knew it.

"He never said 'yes', either."

... Did that really just come out of her mouth. She breathes out through her nose, closing her eyes. Why did this had to happen? And why to him, of ALL the people out there?

Now, she's just going to rub her temple. Another long day.

"So he left you dangling."

Six sighed and looked out at the Zoo again. On impulse he punched his reflection in the face, hoping to unleash some of his frustration.

It helped. A little. But it didn't solve the problem any.

He slumped again and turned back to her.

"Might as well get these tests over with."

It's not just about HER! She wanted to SCREAM at him, but... he had his own problems right now. It still hurt, though. Even if she didn't like it, she felt that she had a right to take up for the man that used to be Six. Even if he didn't care for her like that or refused to.

Instead, she stayed silent, quietly walking back to where they were in the first place. Right. Tests.

He looked down at the tie in his hands and automatically put it back on as if having it on during the tests would help him focus on who he'd once been. He then picked the leads up from where he'd carelessly thrown them on the floor, reaching up to put them back into place without her assistance. He knew where they were supposed to go. His past six years were a blank but his recent memories weren't gone.

He sat back down and took a deep breath to calm himself. He then looked to the monitor where she'd put the ink blots before.

"So. More Rorschach?"

He hid a smirk at that, wondering what her reaction would be to him actually knowing the formal name of the ink blot test.

Well, prepare to be amazed! The old Six was a smart man, even if he didn't show that too often either, so she's not surprised in the least... She would've been more surprised if he didn't know.

"We didn't get to finish them last time, so we start start there, if you don't mind."

Of course, last time didn't go well at all, but might as well try it... A few trail runs, then maybe she'd move him to something else if he started talking Tahiti again.

Well, that reaction was mildly disappointing. He'd always enjoyed watching scientists and other intellectual elites stumbling over the concept that the hired gun understood what they were saying.

He gave a careless shrug. "You're the doctor."

He crossed his ankles again, relaxing.

Alright, then. She pulled up the program and started off as the screen clicked on (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/70/Rorschach_blot_01.jpg).

"Okay. What do you see in here?"

And, please, be mature.

He studied it for a moment, weighing his responses before speaking them aloud.

How would his other self have answered it? Nothing dirty, that much was obvious.

"Some kind of moth maybe."

Okay. Moths were good. That was solid, neutral territory. Everyone is indifferent about a moth.

She just gives a half nod to it, not even offering a smile. Smiles left out in their earlier conversation.

She clicked to the next slide. "What about this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/14/Rorschach_blot_04.jpg) one?"

The response was immediate. No pause to ponder what his other self might've said.

"A dog attacking."

That was quicker than the first, but she's not surprised by that fact.

Alright. The dog thing was curious though. She clicked the next one. "And this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bc/Rorschach_blot_02.jpg) one?"

Six stared for several minutes, trying to reason something out. Because good lord, she was going to be upset with him if he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head.

"Pass," he said after a few minutes of silence.

Pass? Who passed? It was Rorschach. You don't just pass.

... He was thinking something again, wasn't he?

ALRIGHT, FINE. THEY'LL PASS. But she'll come back to it later.

"Right..." And she clicked to the next one. "Try this one (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/82/Rorschach_blot_03.jpg/800px-Rorschach_blot_03.jpg) then."

...Oh God.

"Pass."

He eyed her suspiciously before turning his eyes back to the screen. He straightened up in his seat.

...

Alright, she's going to glare at him a little bit now.

"How about this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2d/Rorschach_blot_07.jpg) one?"

Answer wisely.

Oh good. Back to neutral. He relaxed his position again.

"Broken tank tread."

He glanced at the readouts the electrodes were taking. He wasn't a stupid man but it was ancient Greek to him.

Broken tank-? Huh... It kinda does. Alright. At least, he answered it.

With a relieved sigh, she moved on to the next (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/74/Rorschach_blot_06.jpg) one. "Hm?"

He tilted his head to one side. "I don't know. A guitar of some kind?"

She took a peak at the slide and shrugged. Eh. Close enough.

And then she moved to the next one. "And this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b7/Rorschach_blot_09.jpg/647px-Rorschach_blot_09.jpg)?"

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