My contrabution to the FryxBender, robo-sexual catagorie. This chapter is short, but there will be more later. I'm sorta new to writing fan-fictions so it may not be as good as some of the other fantastic stories I've read. Also, theres another FryxBender story I'm working on. To those who don't like it, don't read it. For those who are against it...it may give you night Terrahs.

Warning: There is language and may be some adult subject matter later on. The first chapter is pretty clean. I haven't decided how dirty I want it yet.

I do not own Futurama and am not making any profit off this.

Suspicions

Chapter 1:

The two sat on the couch in the Planet Express building. Both almost solely focused on the television. The red head glanced over at the robot with slanted eyes. A smile formed on his face. The robot looked down at the human's hand which rested on his leg. His eyes slowly trailed back up to scan over the man's face. The robot placed his hand on top of his human companions. The two could be heard giggling by the cyclops with the long purple hair. As she entered the room she did not see the robot retract his hand. She assumed the giggling was over something on television, as it usually was. She turned her head to see what was so fascinating. 'How cruel' she thought to herself. 'All my circuits' was on, Calculon appeared to be dying again. Were they laughing about that? It wouldn't have surprised her, Bender sometimes found joy in other lifeforms misery. Robot or other wise.

"Fry, Bender. Could you guys get off your lazy asses and actually do some work around here for a change?" Leela asked the lazy duo.

"Was that rhetorical?" Bender asked getting two beers out of his chest.

"Yah Leela, chillout. Theres no deliveries today." Fry chimmed in. He took a drink of the beer Bender had just handed to him. Leela rolled her eye and exited the room. She heard giggling again. She was beginning to suspect that it wasn't over the T.V. She stopped in front of the coffee machine and inserted a coin. For a while now she had this nagging feeling that they were hiding something. For one, Fry hadn't been bugging her to go out with him. Two, they were more inseparable than they ever were in the past. Also, even on their shortest of deliveries, both would go to their cabin to 'nap'. But, when they did, she could hear loud music playing. 'Who sleeps with loud ass music blasting uh, loudly?' Leela asked herself. And then there was this one time she could of swore she saw Bender holding Fry, stroking his hair. And when she came in the room, Fry Jolted up out of the seat like he had sat on some tacs and actually grabbed a book and started acting like he was reading. It wasn't a comic book at all, it was the phone book. She says 'acting' because he was holding the book upside down. Something was up, she knew it. 'Oh well,' she thought shrugging off her notions. She reentered the the living room, looked over at the couch, and nearly dropped her coffee. Fry and Bender had their arms wrapped around one another and were making out. If she could call it that. She Quickly exited and was glad that they didn't see or hear her. She stood there with her back against the wall, eye wide, and her heart thumping. She felt like she had seen a ghost. Was her two best friends...male friends...kissing? She recomposed herself and slowly peeked in the living room. The two sat still kissing, still oblivious to their observer. She returned to her position on the wall.

"I knew it." she whispered quietly.

Yep, I know it's sorta real short. But I wanted to end the first chapter at that point. And this whole scene kind of came to me just as I was going to bed and I had to write it down in a notebook so I wouldn't forget it. At first it was going to be just a oneshot, but I have ideas for future chapters. So it will go on. This is the part where I beg you to Read and Review.