Wow, it's been awhile, huh? I'm updating this because Carl still gets no love.

But since it's been so long I kind of forgot most of the original plot. I don't think this will be a M rated story. Heck, I wonder if it's even worth the T.

Anyways, disclaimer... Don't own these guys. Nope.

Fortunately Carl's parents were coffee drinkers. Within minutes the coffee pot was full and Monogram had a hot cup of jo. He sat down to purge his mind of the images stuck there as he sipped his coffee.

The redhead came into the kitchen a few minutes later, fully dressed. "Ehehe, that was embarrassing." He said with a nervous laugh before moving to make breakfast for the two of them.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Monogram said, forging ignorance.

Carl paused as he was getting pans out of a cabinet, looking over at his boss in confusion. "You know, walking in on me as I was getting out of the shower." He reminded.

He huffed in annoyance. " I KNOW what you were talking about Carl! I just choose not to remember." Although it was proving hard to actually forget.

"Oh, right. I got it sir, sorry." Carl replied before getting to work on making breakfast again.

It wasn't long before both teens were eating pancakes and eggs. Carl was a pretty good cook, as long as he didn't get distracted and everything burnt. They ate in awkward silence. Monogram pointedly ignoring his intern while he ate, trying to sort of the weird feelings he got every time he thought of the boy. While Carl busied himself going over some calculations in his head.

When they were both done eating Carl put the dishes into the dishwasher. He turned around to face the Major. "I just need to e-mail those blueprints back to the agency, then we can go sir." He said. Monogram just gave a grunt in reply.

He was waiting by the door when the intern came bounding down the stairs. "Okay, ready to go when you are." He smiled. With that they both exited the house, locking the door behind them, and climbed into Major Monograms truck.

The ride back to O.W.C.A. was quiet and awkward.

Once there Carl immediately wondered off to begin constructing the invention he had designed. Monogram decided to do some mind-numbing paperwork, that should keep him and his mind busy.

Hours passed and besides helping him make a few transmissions to agents, Francis didn't see Carl. He would quickly turn the camera off and run off without saying a word to his boss. It was nearing 2PM before he considered getting something for lunch. Monogram didn't want to risk a trip to Slushy Burger, and a run-in with another wayward beam. So he settled for ordering pizza. The delivery guy wasn't too bright and thought O.W.C.A. was an insurance agency. Not that he let the guy passed the front door to see otherwise.

With lunch in hand the Major went looking for Carl, not exactly sure where he decided to do his work. Several minutes later he found the boy on the bottom level of the agency, where the Fletcher robots were stored. He had to pause and marvel for a moment. Within the span of a few hours Carl had managed to get a lot of work done. He didn't know much about the machine but just looking at it he'd say it was at least half way done. It was about the size of a book shelf, with a large ray coming off the side, underneath the ray was a circular platform. The main part of the machine was still an empty shell. The redhead was hanging halfway into it, putting wires in place.

Monogram shook himself out of his marveling and coughed into his fist to get the others attention. Carl jerked at the sound and hit his head on the inside of the machine. He pulled back, rubbing his head and groaning in pain. Turning around while still holding the offending spot he saw Monogram. "…. Sorry. Brought lunch." The man-turned-teen said, motioning to the pizza box.

They sat on the floor because there weren't any chairs around and dug into the pepperoni pizza (half also had mushrooms and pineapple for the Major). Carl ate while looking over his blueprints and after a few minutes Monogram made the mistake of asking how the thing worked. The intern happily began explaining every detail but it all seemed like mumbo-jumbo to his boss. Monogram filtered out what the boy was saying, first focusing his attention on the machine then on the redhead himself. Who was too lost in his explanation to even realize his eyes were on him. What was there to like about Carl? It wasn't like he was that attractive… Well, maybe as far as nerds go he was. And his dedication to helping, not just in this case but everyday, was admirable. Even cute. But he was married. And straight. Maybe he was just over-thinking things. Stress from being deaged and all that?

After eating a few slices of pizza Monogram got up and walked away, Carl hadn't even finished explaining everything. He stopped mid-sentence and shrugged. He figured his techno-speak was confusing the other teen.

The rest of the day passed by quietly. A few more missions given to agents, some e-mails sent out to other agency higher-ups and lots more boring paperwork. He usually pushed it off on Carl, or didn't do it at all. Major Monogram nearly fell asleep at his desk several times, it was so dull. His job never seemed boring before. Always being at the agency, not doing much, never bothered him before. It was probably because he was young again, full of energy that was being wasted here. Maybe he could have some fun before being changed back… But, what did teenagers do for fun nowadays?

"Sir?" Carl's voice cut through the Majors thoughts. He looked up from a completed work-form. "I'm going home now, did you manage to get a hotel room?"

Francis forgot all about that, not that it mattered, he still didn't have his wallet. He couldn't go home and risk his wife seeing him. And he spent the last of his money on the pizza. "Uh… Nope." He replied blankly.

His intern shrugged. "You're welcome to stay at my house again. I don't mind."

As uncomfortable as he felt about that, sleeping at the agency was even more unappealing. So he agreed. He'd just stay far away from the bathroom. During the drive over Carl mentioned that if all went well the machine would be completed towards the end of the day tomorrow. Monogram was impressed at how fast the boy could work but was also slightly disappointed. He had just begun thinking how fun it would be being young again. Oh well, he already lived his teen years once. Even if they were spent at the Academy. He gave a full body shudder at the thought of that place.

"If you don't mind, sir, I think I'm going to bed. I'm bushed." Carl said as they entered his house. With that Monogram was left to his own devices. He eventually found some kind of gaming system near the TV. He managed to lose track of time while playing some fighting game, that he royally sucked at. When he got hungry he wondered into the kitchen and tried to heat one of the hot pockets. It ended up exploding in the microwave. Monogram did his best to clean up the mess with paper towels.

After that Monogram figured he should go to bed as well. It was past 11 PM. As he was passing Carl's room he noticed the boy fast asleep on his bed. Laying on his back with one arm across his stomach and the other hanging off the side of the bed. His glasses were still on, askew. He quietly crept into the room and removed the glasses. Folded them up and set them down on the nightstand next to the boy's bed. Then Monogram left to collapse on the guest bed and fall asleep.

I felt a little weird writing this chapter. I think my style has changed a bit since I worked on this story. Still, I hope you liked the updated and I apologize for the wait. I do intend to finish this story... Eventually.