Alright, these are going to be a series of one-shots with letters of the alphabet using different pairings. Have a pairing you want me to do? Tell me. And request the next word…it has to start with a B! Ok, let's begin.

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Otto watched silently as the figure in front of him breathed in and out. It was rhythmic, soothing, calm; so different from how he usually was. Gibson maintained a certain degree of level headedness but he was always busy working on something, never really peaceful. It took an order from Chiro to finally get the blue simian into bed. Otto had come in as insurance, just to make sure Gibson went to bed and didn't read a book about the Theory of The Universe or Worm Holes or a multitude of other things Otto didn't understand.

Gibson just recently went to sleep, yet Otto still found himself glued in the chair he was in next to his best friend. Something about Gibson being so at ease made Otto not want to move. Who knew the next time this would ever happen? So Otto chose to cherish this moment. Just as he was about to leave, letting the tired scientist sleep alone, Gibson reached up and attached himself to Otto's arm.

Otto was startled at first, wondering what Gibson was doing before he remembered that he was asleep, unaware of his actions. Gibson mumbled something in his sleep. Otto didn't know what he was saying or why Gibson would hold onto him so tight. Even though Otto was a good deal stronger than Gibson, jerking his arm away would mean waking him up. Then there was no telling when the next time Gibson would go to bed. Carefully assessing the room, Otto's eyes fell upon a clear tube with pink liquid in it.

"Oh, of course." Otto thought. That was the same tube Gibson fell asleep with every night. Gibson must have noticed the absence and instinctively reached for something-or someone- to hold. Otto reached over, grabbed the tube with his tail, and placed it in Gibson's hand.

Otto sneaked out of the room as quietly as he could. He wondered what the pink liquid in the container actually was and why Gibson slept with it every night. Maybe it was some sort of valuable chemical? But then why would Gibson risk crushing it in his sleep? Otto wondered about these things when he absent mindedly went into the kitchen; well they called it a kitchen. Really it was just a homemade freezing system Otto made with one of Gibson's Bunsen burners used as a stove. It was funny how the super robot was equipped for almost every scenario except for a family meal.

Otto chuckled to himself at the thought. He decided to fix himself a late night snack while he was here. Sleep could wait, besides he fell asleep better when he was full. He looked through the frozen foods, trying to find something that wouldn't be over complicated to cook or take too long. Giving up on the freezer, he went over to the little pile of other foods they kept around: some cereal, a couple of oranges, bananas…which was funny since they didn't eat bananas, and some other less-than-appetizing foods.

"Need any help?" Otto jumped at the voice behind him. He turned to find Gibson standing there sleepily, looking slightly annoyed.

"Gibson? What are you doing up?"

"Really Otto, you're making so much noise I'm surprised that the entire city isn't up. Isn't it a bit late for a snack?"

"Yeah, that's why it's called a late night snack." Otto said back to the scientist not deliberately trying to be a smart mouth but being one none the less. Gibson thought about this for a moment before giving an exasperated sigh.

"Very well then. I think we have some hot chocolate mix, I'll start the burner, and you get the cups." Gibson went to do his part while dragging his feet. Otto watched, dumbfounded that Gibson would join him in his mid-night escapades but also sort of happy. Otto found two cups and the hot chocolate mix Gibson was talking about. He filled them with water then handed it all over to Gibson. Otto waited with a question gnawing at him.

"Um, Gibson, I was just wondering, uh, why do you sleep with that pinky liquidy, sloshy stuff?" Gibson went stiff at the question giving Otto time to think that maybe this wasn't the best thing to ask the scientist.

"I'm not telling. It's none of your business."

"Aw, come on Gibgib! I'm your friend, you can tell me anything."

"No."

"Please?"

"Well…fine. But you must promise never to tell Sprx is that understood?"

"YEP!"

"Shhh! Honestly Otto, do you want all of Shuggazoom to awaken?" Gibson scolded only regretting it slightly when he saw Otto's ashamed face.

"Sorry. Go on."

"Well, you see the reason I sleep with it is to feel…grounded. Do you remember what it felt like when we were asleep in the tubes? I felt lost in some sort of dream. Nothing was solid or real. So when we awakened I made a little mixture in a tube to hold onto, to have an attachment to reality, even in my sleep." Gibson didn't look at Otto when he said any of this for fear the playful primate would laugh at him for doing such a silly thing. All Otto did though was give him a slight smile.

"Oh." Was all he said. They were silent for a long time while the water boiled until Otto spoke up again.

"So what's it made out of?"

"Just some water for substance, a dash of salts to make it bubble, some dye to give it color, and some chemicals to make it glow." Otto nodded his head again. He wondered if he should mention the whole arm incident form earlier. Just when Gibson was about to prepare the hot chocolate, Otto turned the burner off and walked Gibson back to his room.

"Otto what are you-"

"Where's the thingy?" Otto asked, looking around the small space for the pink tube.

"On the night stand, why?"

"I'm throwing it away." Gibson stood in shock as Otto threw it in a waste basket. The sound of shattered glass echoed in the room.

"OTTO! Didn't you hear anything I just told you? How could you-"

"You're not gonna need it anymore."

"What are you mad?"

"No. You aren't going to need it anymore because I'm going to sleep with you from now on." Otto crawled into the bed as he was saying that. Gibson brought his hand up to his face in false irritation in hopes it would hide his blush.

"Really Otto?"

"Yes really. Now come on! No arguing." Otto said, patting a seat beside him.

"Fine." Gibson said semi reluctantly. "But only for tonight."

"Whatever you say Gibgib." Otto curled up against Gibson. Gibson was hesitant at first but after a few minuets he began to cling to the green monkey. Gibson went to bed soundly that night. Attached to the one person that mattered to him.

Ok, first chapter is a Gibotto. If you have a pairing you'd like me to do, send it along with a word that starts with B! Review please! Favs are nice but reviews are nicer.