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Title: Coincidence or Providence
Author: Lightnings-Shadow
Rated: PG-13 for extreme violence and bad language.
Pairings: Mild Rex/Circe
Summary: One must be careful when wandering empty hallways. You never know who you'll find lurking in the shadows.
WARNING: This story contains an OC. The focus of the story, however, is Rex. If one perceives my OC to be a Mary-Sue, then kindly let me know how soon in the story you thought so and why. I'm rational and civil; I can take constructive criticism.
I began writing this story shortly after the airing of Episode 2, "String Theory". I added in Circe after Episode 3, of course. Any resemblance this storyline has to any episodes after that is purely and utterly coincidental. Seriously. I respect Man of Action; I wouldn't stoop so low as to steal a story line from him.
Disclaimer: Generator Rex and all of its characters belong to Man of Action. Nameless and P.T. belong to me.

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In the deepest parts of Providence headquarters, there were cells. Hallways ran seemingly for miles, lined with titanium re-enforced doors thick enough to withstand a direct bombshell. Behind the hallway doors, there were visitor rooms. One could look in on the captured Evo through a 6" thick wall of safety glass without worry. Beside the glass wall, another steel door. As long as there was an Evo to contain, at least one door had to be shut tight as a safety protocol. Should an Evo happen to attack while an outside scientist entered their cell, the Evo would only gain a bit more space to roam.

The Evos behind these doors were not the average case however. These people-turned-monsters had endangered society by choice, rather than out of pain, anger, or fear. They had rejected nanites; rejected Rex's attempts to cure them. These people posed a threat because they didn't want to be normal again. None were code-red threats though, and so didn't need to be killed. Instead, they were kept as guinea pigs against their will.

Rex had never been down to the Containment Hall until now. He brushed off the fact that he wasn't allowed down here; Six surely wouldn't mind.

The light sound of his boots against the tile floor echoed around him tenfold. Rex wanted to flinch. The silence was deafening. That his sharp taps were accompanied by a soft padding beside him, though, was mutually comforting.

"You sure you wanna check these goons out, Rex?" Bobo mused, his voice low.

To be honest, Rex wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. Fighting Evos was fun, yeah, but confronting Evos that probably wanted to wring his neck for getting them captured? A little awkward, and an all-around bad idea.

But the area was off-limits to him, and that alone was reason enough to do some exploring.

"Chil-ax, man," He shrugged off, trying to sound sure of himself. "It's not like I'm gonna let one out or anything."

Bobo knew Rex too well to be fooled by pseudo-confidence. Regardless, the teenager had his reasons, and they didn't always need to be explained.

"Whatever you say, Chief."

Rex rose a finger in the air and glanced back and forth between the steel doors as they passed.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe."

His finger landed on a door to his right. With a little willpower, a few nanites pooled into the door's circuitry and commanded it to open.

A clear view of the glass, and the prisoner behind it, revealed a large, alligator-like creature on all fours, prowling around it's uninteresting keep. It stopped when it heard the visitor's door slide open, faced Rex, and growled.

Even though the thing's monstrous snout had a muzzle on it, Rex hesitated.

"This one's lookin' a little touchy, boss," Bobo warned. "Better try another door."

A deeper growl rolled from the gator as it prowled a little closer to the safety glass. Even if it couldn't reach Rex, it knew the enemy, and it wasn't about to let said enemy think that their previous encounter had been forgotten.

Rex nodded. "I'm thinking yes, and yes."

The door slid shut, and the two resumed their walk.

Bobo raised a bushy brow at his human friend. "Remind me again what we're lookin' for?"

"Nothing specific; just someone to pass the time with," he replied, as if passing the time with a criminal Evo was the most normal thing to him.

"What, Noah unavailable or somethin'?"

"Yup. He's got a basketball game today."

After a few more paces down the hall, Rex tried a door on his left. Behind it, a cell just like the previous. Inside, though, was a slightly less monster-like Evo. This one was a guy, clearly a young adult, who had been turned into some kind of pterodactyl-like hybrid.

At the moment his clipped wings were over his face, and he was snoring.

"Guess that's a no," Rex mumbled, and reluctantly shut the door. The guy looked so promising, too.

And again, they strode down the Containment Hall.

"I wish Six were the talking type. I'd really like to ask him where he learned all his moves from. Maybe even learn a few, someday."

"Don't see The Tux Man as the teaching type. Or the talking type."

"Yeah," Rex sighed. "I guess not."

Rex put his hand to another door on his right.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said profoundly, "Door number three!"

When this door slid open, his first thought was 'Breach.' Almost instantly, however, he knew it wasn't. The hair was brown, a bit longer, and messier, and there was only one set of arms instead of two.

She was sitting slouched against the wall puffing at her hair, her face hidden behind it. Her hands and wrists were locked in a large steel orb in such a way that her arms had little wiggle room and bent at an uncomfortable angle. She wore a knee-long dress that looked like it had been white at one time. Now it was filthy, stained, and heavily tattered at the sleeves and skirt hem.

Rex glanced down at Bobo. Bobo glanced up at Rex. Neither of them recognized this one.

Rex shrugged. "Best one so far."

He walked in. Bobo followed.

Rex cleared his throat and pressed the button of the left wall's speaker system.

"Um, hey there!"

No reply.

Rex frowned and knocked on the glass with his knuckle. She flinched, but still didn't look at him.

"She's icin' you, man," Bobo said with a smile.

"Yeah, thanks, monkey," Rex replied. He tried the speaker system again.

"My name's Rex, and I was-"

"Didn't the zookeeper tell you not to tap on the glass?"

Rex blinked.

One eye peeked through her hair to stare at him. "Seriously, the acoustics in here are deafening."

Rex blinked again. "Er, sorry?"

A grunt. She shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, the iron ball making it a bit challenging, and faced him. Rex and Bobo could now see the uncovered half of her face, and it was pale.

The criminal Evo gave him a once-over. "Who are you?"

"Me? I guess you could say I'm in charge of the stocking around here." He was smug. "Although I don't think I've seen you around before."

She didn't reply and continued looking him up and down. She met his gaze with suspicious eyes.

"What do you want, then?"

"Just a little conversation. Nothing bad." He tried to sound nice.

The girl raised an eyebrow. Rex frowned at the gesture, thinking of Six.

He brushed it off. "So, what's your name?"

It was her turn to blink at him. "I'm Nameless."

Rex snorted. "Some name."

"Come again?" She hissed.

"I said it's nice meeting you."

Her eyes narrowed.

Bobo poked the glass. "What's with your hands? You got claws or something?"

"Claws?" She glanced down at the steel orb, blinked, and smirked at the monkey. "I suppose you could say that."

Rex recoiled slightly. Her smile.... something was off about it. Not false, but... wrong. It was like looking at a picture that was ever-so-slightly off-center, or listening to music through bad headphones so each loud note hits that scratchy something and makes you cringe. Then, it hit him.

There was a hint of insanity in that smile.

For some reason that brought another little factoid to the forefront, which made him pause. Providence had various devices for restraining Evos, depending on their forms. Some Evos were so strangely shaped that their restraints had to be custom made. If the girl, Nameless or whatever, had claws, then why not use something lighter like iron gloves? Wouldn't a steel ball be kind of cumbersome?

Rex's thoughts were interrupted by the overhead intercom. It was Agent Six.

"Rex, wherever you are, report to the Meeting Bay. Now."

The teenager grimaced and faced Bobo. "We'd better go."

Bobo looked incredulous. "Go? You're kiddin', right?"

"Six only uses the intercom when he knows exactly where I am and when he's pissed about it. He just doesn't want to waste the energy getting me. If I don't go?" Rex shuddered.

Bobo shrugged. "Whatever you say, boss."

Rex nodded to Nameless. "Time to do what I do best. Guess I'll see ya later, then."

And just like that, the two were gone and the cell was quiet.

Nameless looked between her eyes at the wisp of hair she had been playing with earlier.

"He's a card, ain't he?"

A puff. The wisp flew up and fell over her nose again.

"Hmm, true. What say we go see him sooner, rather than later?"

The wisp flopped over her nose again. Nameless' eyes lit up in peevish delight.

"I hadn't even thought of it. Well then, it's a good thing P.T. is a light sleeper, now, isn't it?"

Another flop. Nameless burst out laughing.

*~*

Rex and Bobo slid into the elevator, colliding with the back wall just as the doors closed. Perfect timing.

Rex splayed one hand against the wall, unleashing nanites that commanded the machine to rise. It did.

Bobo rubbed his shoulder. "Jeez, why the rush, kid?"

"Just trust me on this one, Bobo. The sooner we get to the Meeting Bay, the better."

The elevator ascended higher and higher, and Rex's foot tapped faster and faster. Finally, though, it hit the main floor, and as soon as the steel doors opened wide enough the duo bolted.

Providence agents were pushed and nudged aside as teen and monkey slid and swerved through the hallway. The Meeting Bay door was just in the realm of sight.

Rex burst through the doors, shouting, "I'm here! Six, I'm here!"

Agent Six turned and faced Rex, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at Dr. Holiday, who looked impressed.

Rex panted. "Please say you didn't. Please."

Six faced Rex again and tossed something small, rectangular, and silver his way. Rex caught it, relieved, and stuffed it in his right pocket.

Bobo had no clue what was going on, and just shook his head.

"So what we got, Six?"

"It's BioWulf. He's moving through New York City destroying everything in his wake."

"What? Why?"

"We're not sure," Dr. Holiday answered. "But he needs to be stopped soon before any civilians get hurt."

Rex eyed the silver and blue blur flashing on the enormous video screen before him. The creature bounded through the city leaving totaled cars, shattered windows, and hysterical people everywhere it went.

"So what're we waiting for? Let's take him down!"

Bobo grinned. "I've been waitin' for some action all day."

"Good," Six said. "Because you two will be on your own this time."

Rex spun away from the screen. "What, you're not coming?"

"I need to stay and take care of some urgent business with White Knight. Besides, Rex, I think you can handle one Evo."

Rex blinked, then smirked. "Then let's do this."

"The Keep is ready for you. Good luck, you two."


To Be Continued...
Title: Coincidence or Providence
Author: Lightnings-Shadow
Rated: PG-13 for extreme violence and bad language.
Pairings: Mild Rex/Circe
Summary: One must be careful when wandering empty hallways. You never know who you'll find lurking in the shadows.
WARNING: This story contains an OC. The focus of the story, however, is Rex. If one perceives my OC to be a Mary-Sue, then kindly let me know how soon in the story you thought so and why. I'm rational and civil; I can take constructive criticism.
I began writing this story shortly after the airing of Episode 2, "String Theory". I added in Circe after Episode 3, of course. Any resemblance this storyline has to any episodes after that is purely and utterly coincidental. Seriously. I respect Man of Action; I wouldn't stoop so low as to steal a story line from him.
Disclaimer: Generator Rex and all of its characters belong to Man of Action. Nameless and P.T. belong to me.


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This is to blow the dust off my account. I haven't been posting up much lately, have I. This is to prove that I'm still working, if not slowly. Also, to express my new love for Cartoon Network's latest show, "Generator Rex". This is part 0.5 because I couldn't fit the word 'Prologue'. That's what this is, at least.

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Kimicake-chan's avatar
THATWASCOOL. Nameless is awesome n v n~ You're REALLY in character with Rex and Bobo. I'm impressed. Hurray for no OOC characters!