First Wild Kratts fanfiction! Introducing my first Wild Kratts OC, Devon Harris! His physical appearance will be mentioned in the story, so you'll know how he looks like. And also, he's twelve, and so is Gavin in this story, so expect stuff such as curse words from the two.

Hope you enjoy!

Three scars on my left cheek. Two on my arm. One running across my face. And still counting. The ones on my cheek, I don't know exactly what caused them, all I remembered was that it was a bird. Harpy eagle, was it? I think it's that, I don't remember. The ones on my arm were by a wild feline. I don't mean a stray cat. I mean a tiger. Thanks to that, my family is never going back to Africa. And the one across my face was all thanks to a bayonet fired by a poacher. Apparently he failed to notice me when he shot that. Now, I'm wondering when I'll get my seventh, and eighth and ninth, scar. Maybe when I get back to the forests?

The first five scars were given to me when I was about ten. Would you like to know how I got my last scar, exactly? I got it when I finally got to meet the Wild Kratts.

...

I was with Gavin sitting on a dock, fishing for bass. He was going for largemouth bass while I went for smallmouth bass. And, after four hours of futile fishing, the two of us eventually gave up and just decided to dip our feet in the water. While sitting and kicking the water somewhat, we started talking.

"Hey, Gavin." I said. "I wanna know something."

"What is it?" He asked, somewhat confused.

"What's it like being with the Kratt Brothers? Do you have fun with them?"

He smiled a large smile. "Of course! And they taught me a lot about animals!"

"Must be fun." I said. "I wanna meet them someday."

"You will meet them eventually, Devon." He patted my back. Blood rushed to my cheeks as he did that. That was because I've never gotten a pat in the back from anyone other than my family, mainly my grandparents. And also because I secretly have a crush on him. "You will."

"Is that you, Gavin?"

The two of us turned around and saw Chris and Martin Kratt!

"Martin! Chris! You're here!" Gavin ran to the two with excitement and hugged Martin. "Wanna fish for largemouth bass?"

"I wanted to tell you about how much you've grown since we last met," Martin replied, "but sure, why not?"

The two started cheering like idiots and ran to a boat that was conveniently located by the dock to start fishing.

I was left with Chris on the dock. He turned to me.

"Hey, kid. What's your name? I haven't seen you around before." He told me as he rubbed my hair.

"Stop rubbing my hair, you're making me blush!" I said, swatting his hands off my hair. I actually enjoyed it, it's just that I was pretending I didn't like it. "And it's because I'm not from around here. I come from Las Vegas."

"Well, you should be here more often!" He cheerily said. "So that way you can spend more time with the animals!"

"I already spend time with animals. It's just that...I can't seem to understand why some of them don't like me." I drew my fingers onto my left cheek, rubbing against three scars.

"What happened to you?" He asked with concern. Then he suddenly smiled. "Let me guess. It's a harpy eagle, isn't it?"

"H-How'd you guess?" I wasn't actually too sure if what attacked me and left the scars was a harpy eagle, but it was probably it, so I assumed Chris was right.

He smiled. "Oh, I was just guessing." Then he stuck out his tongue.

I suddenly remembered something. "I almost forgot: what are the two of you doing here? I thought you were done with the bass!"

"We came here to visit Gulper." Chris said. "He's Martin's pet largemouth bass." He laughed. I laughed as well.

"Hey, Chris!" Martin said from a distance. "We found Gulper!"

"Wanna meet him again?" Gavin asked from the same distance as Martin was. "And wanna see him, Devon?"

"Sure!" Chris and I said in unison, he with glee and I with curiosity.

"Race you, Devon!" Chris said as he touched something in the water, touched his creature power suit button(I'm lost on what this is called), and turned into a smallmouth bass!"

"No fair!" I said in a laughing manner. "I'll just run, I guess-"

That was when I saw something running. I decided to follow it, and saw that it was a duck.

"Why's a duck running in here-"

A trigger was pulled. Something silver went in front of my face. Pain was all over my face. My vision turned red. A metallic-smelling liquid entered my nostrils.

"Shit!" I cursed in pain. I kept cursing until I saw Gavin. I knew it was him since he was too short to be Martin.

"Oh my God, Devon! Are you okay?" He asked me as he ran to me.

"I'm alright." Then, suddenly feeling weak in the knees, I fell to the ground, luckily to have my fall broken by Gavin. "Shit! Something was in that thing!"

I heard a Kratt brother gasp. I couldn't tell who it was, the thing on the bayonet was making my head fuzzy that I couldn't tell apart the voices of the two. "It's a bayonet!"

"And is that...poison?"

My eyes widened suddenly. Then they slowly closed. But, before I blacked out eventually, I heard voices.

"Damn it, I didn't catch that duck!"

"You were hunting a rare species of duck. So you're in trouble, mister!"

"Devon, don't black out! Shit, what do I do now?"

"Gavin, what's happening with your friend? Is something wrong?"

"Something's up with the blood coming out of his cut! It's- shit!"

"What's wrong, Gavin?"

"Something just cut my arm! It hurts like- AAAAAH! KILL ME NOW, IT HURTS SO MUCH!"

And that was the last thing I heard before blacking out.

The sound of Gavin's voice screaming in pain. The pain I felt on my face. The bayonet that cut my face. I couldn't forget them. But what I could never forget was the sound of Gavin's voice. I can only imagine what he was feeling and how he looked like, and the thought of that was terrifying. It made me wonder if he was alright.

...

"Is he okay?"

"The blonde or the brunette?"

"The, uh, both of them, actually."

"Well, the brunette is perfectly fine now. It's a good thing that the poison didn't enter his bloodstream completely, so it was easy to remove. The blonde, on the other hand, he kept screaming about him wanting to die. We removed the poison from him with some trouble because he couldn't keep still, but who can blame him? And then he said something about the love of his life dying or something?"

My eyes jolted open. I woke up to find myself in a...hospital?

"Oh good, you're awake!" A voice that sounded familiar asked. I turned to see Chris sitting beside my bed. "For a second I thought you'd be a goner!"

"What happened?" I asked him. "Where's Gavin? Where is he?!" I grabbed his shirt as I asked him where Gavin was. Never was I so desperate about knowing where someone was. But Gavin wasn't just someone.

He held my wrists as he brought my hands onto my lap. "He's in another hospital room. And he's perfectly fine now, according to the doctor."

"Oh, thank God he's fine!" I cheered, feeling myself go a little red.

"Uh, Devon, is anything the matter?" He asked me. "Are you sick? Because you're...red."

I realized he was right! "Uh, nothing's wrong with me! I'm not sick, I swear!" I half-screamed. "And it's not like I have a crush on Gavin or-"

"You what?"

Chris and I looked to see Martin and Gavin standing in the doorway.

"Boy, that escalated quickly." I said to myself. "And yes, Gavin. I do have a not-so-tiny crush on you."

Two pairs of blue eyes and a pair of brown eyes stared at me. My dark green eyes stared back at them.

"I, uh, I have to go home." Gavin said, tears streaming down his face.

"But Gavin, the doctors said you can't go home yet- GAVIN!"

Martin yelled as he saw Gavin running away from the doorway. Determined to follow him, I jumped off my bed and ran after him.

"DEVON, STOP!" I heard Chris yell out. But it was too late for me to get back. I was right at Gavin's tail.

"Gavin, wait!" I yelled out. "I have something else that I want to tell you!"

"Stay away from me, Devon!" He screamed back. "You...you ruined everything from me!"

"How did I ruin anything for you?" My voice was suddenly hoarse. I think I was choking. "Tell me, Gavin. How did me telling you how I feel ruin anything?"

He stopped running. "Thanks to you telling me that..." He clenched his fists. "...I..." Then he placed one hand on my tanned face on the three harpy eagle scars and the other through my dark brown hair.

And then he kissed me.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! CLIFFHANGER! Don't worry, it doesn't end here yet.

And I'm (not)sorry for the added slash!