Disclaimer: I do not own Danger Mouse (2015) or any canon characters. They are the property of Brian Cosgrove, Mark Hall, FremantleMedia, CBBC, Boulder Media. I also don't own The AristoCats, that's property of Disney. I do own the mentioned Emma White.
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As she entered her personal quarters, Danger Moth found herself deep in thought. "Good on you, DM, putting ideas in my head," she muttered as she switched on her light. It was a dull globe so her instincts didn't kick in. She stepped further into the room and looked to a photograph that had been taken on Christmas Eve. It was of her and Squawkencluck, arms around each other's shoulders as they beamed and held up a cup each, both filled with non-alcoholic punch. What? Danger Agents can't guarantee Christmas would be crime-free so they surely couldn't deal with hangovers the next day if suddenly called into action, could they?
"Ms. Writer, you're starting to go on a tangent."
Oops, sorry. As she gazed at the picture, a warm smile marked her lips. It was true that their cameraderie had started out with them both being the only females in the agency, but it was more than that that had led to them becoming close friends. Danger Moth admired how the professor was headstrong, intelligent, never let anybody get in her way when something had to be done, hard-working and a true asset to the agency with her many inventions. She still remembered the gratitude that overwhelmed her when the professor gave her the special tinted goggles. She could see clearly out of them, but they were made to help dim any bright lights in the vicinity so her natural instincts wouldn't get in the way of a mission.
As time passed, she came to learn more about the young professor. Her parents and uncle were professors as well, though her uncle had retired. She didn't seem like much of a party girl, but she actually loved rock music, one of her favourite bands being HUG. It was something she hadn't expected to learn of her friend, but she was glad she had.
One evening, she'd been invited to the professor's house. She noticed the decor combined her interests of science and music, and a HUG album played through the whole time they were there. Originally, Danger Moth wasn't a fan, but after the professor had shared the songs she loved, she started understanding the appeal and even agreed that the next time there was a concert, she'd make sure she was free to attend.
She'd also discovered the professor didn't actually need to wear her glasses. She still needed corrective lenses, but was also fitted for contact lenses. "I prefer the spectacles though, suits my image," Squawkencluck had explained when asked. Admittedly, Danger Moth found that reason to be pretty cute and expressed as much. She saw the hen blush lightly, but nothing more was said on the matter.
As she picked up her goggles and fitted them to her forehead, she thought of a night she had spent with Squawkencluck while the professor's house had needed repairs. Her personal quarters were modest, compared to the flat Danger Mouse and Penfold shared, but they were comfortable enough. She and Squawkencluck had been watching a film, a rom-com as it was. She could remember even the professor letting loose a few laughs at the scenes she genuinely found amusing, otherwise joining the moth in pointing out cheesy cliches and making fun of them. They'd both been in their pyjamas, and...Danger Moth inhaled sharply as she recalled how her friend had appeared.
Squawkencluck had decided to allow herself to relax. She still wore the spectacles since they were easier to deal with than contacts, but her usual ponytail had been let down, her head feathers flowing down the back of her neck. Her pyjamas were little more than a long t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
Danger Moth shook her head fiercely and tried to will away the burning in her cheeks. "Dash it all, DM, now look what you've made me think of!" She hurried out of her quarters.
