The Providence Chronicles

by Talithi

Rated: T for slight cussing.

Disclaimer: Why do people put these? It's a sight used specifically for fair, non-profit making use of characters that belong to other people. Who would sue anybody for something on here?

A/N: What do you do when you have a bunch of ideas for oneshots that all have a funny, family theme to them? You put them all together in a collection of oneshots and give them a fun main title. =) Then you give some info on it so people will read. Like so: These are mostly Rex-centric. There will be Holix at some point. I might make shots that are centric of Six or Holiday or Callan or Noah or, heck, one of the Pack. Ya never know. I suppose you can consider this AU if you want. You'll see why I say that later and then you can decide for yourself if you do or don't.

Well, that's enough of what people don't care about anyone. On to the story!

Dear Mr. Boss Man

"I don't get it."

Six sighed, glancing down at the eleven year old next to him and rubbing his temples. This was in a failing attempt to relieve himself of another of the many headaches his young charge often gave him. Don't get him wrong, he liked Rex, it was just… "Rex," he said, repressed annoyance dripping from his weary voice, "I am just following my damn orders. Why can't you, for just once, do that too?"

"'Cause the orders are stupid," Rex stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Six just shook his head. "I think I'm gonna tell that to Boss Man."

Six's brow quirked up, irritation replaced by curiosity. "Boss Man?" he repeated slowly.

"I've heard some of the Grunts call White Knight 'Boss Man' before. Is that his real name or something?" Six opened his mouth to answer, but didn't get the chance as Rex just continued talking. "Anyways, I'm gonna write him a letter."

And then the other brow went up. Six supposed he could tell Rex it wouldn't do any good or that the letter would never reach White. He could. But it just wasn't worth it. So instead the 'nanny' just told him, "Have fun with that," and walked away.

Later that night…

Dr. Holiday had just finished tucking an already fast asleep Rex into bed when an open envelope on the bedside nightstand with the words 'Boss Man' scribbled on the front caught her eye. The right corner of her mouth twisted up into a little half smile. God only knew what he was up to now. Glancing at Rex to make sure he was really asleep, Holiday picked up the envelope and pulled the note out of it. As she started to unfold it she wondered, 'Should I really?'… then thought of the type of person Rex was and decided she should.

The note was as short, sweet and to the point as any written by a hyper-active, nanite controlling eleven-year-old that had the weight of the world on his shoulders without even realizing it. As Holiday began reading, eyes working to comprehend Rex's messy scrawl, she placed one hand over her mouth to contain the giggles that arose in her throat. Not only at what the note said, but at the fact that she clearly needed to get him a spelling tutor or something.

'Dear Mr. Boss Man,

I gotta tell you something. Your orders are stupped. I don't know why Six does what you say cause you say dumm stuff and I'm not gonna listen to you anymore. If you want me to do what you say your orders will have to be less-dumm and I'm gonna need more pitsa. No more growse vegtables.

—Rex'

Holiday couldn't help but laugh. No way would this note ever get to White Knight. Still…maybe she should let him know pizza and gross aren't spelled like they sound. Same with dumb. She should also let him know vegetables has another e in it. And…God she didn't even know where he got his spelling of stupid from. Gonna isn't even a real word and 'I gotta' is just…wow. Maybe she should make it a spelling and grammar tutor.

"Doc?"

Holiday quickly hid the note behind her back upon noticing she had woken Rex with her laughing. "Yes, Rex?"

"What's funny?" he slurred, still partly asleep.

"Oh, nothing. I was just remembering a funny part in a movie I watched."

"Oh. 'Kay." Rex rolled back over.

"Oh, um, Rex?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to start working with you on your spelling and grammar. Okay?"

"No thanks, Doc," Rex yawned, "I'm a good speller…n' my grammar rocks."

Holiday smiled and placed the note back in the envelope, laying it back where it was. "Sure it does, Rex."

The doctor walked to the door and flicked off the light before walking out. "Sure it does."