Chapter 07 An idea fixed
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"Monogram this needs to be done!" Doof says, holding his notes in his hand. "I've done tests, but each one counters with another illness."
"What are you trying to say, Heinz?"
"I'm trying to say that I need to make another inator." Doof looked down at the notes in his hand. "I just need to take this full chance. I've made cures but each one only cured one certain thing of the flu. I need to make a full blast of them all if Phineas and Ferb are ever going to get better."
Monogram rubbed his face. There was one thing of letting Doof stay here but another thing for him to create inators under OWCA headquarters.
"I really don't like the sound of this." the old man says looking up at the frantic scientist. "I really don't like the sound of this."
"Monogram I swear it will all be good!" Doof threw his hands around. "I can make them better and this whole mess can be over with!"
Monograms eyes were cold like steel, but his heart was warm and soft. He shook his head, "I can't believe myself." he looked at Doof. "Fine, but you will have only one chance. Do not mess this up."
"Oh thank you!" Doof cried running over to hug the man.
Monogram had mumbled something incoherently under his breath as the man did so.
Doof pulled away and scurried to his laboratory.
"Good morning Jenny." he smiled at his pet rat. The mouse's whiskers twitched up and down before turning around and walking off from Heinz. The scientist frowned, "Well, that's not a good way to say hello."
Doof pulled out his second version of his notes- these were more detailed and better written. He couldn't let Monogram get his hands on this; it could jeopardize all that he's been working for.
"Firstly," Heinz took out a tube from his pocket.
Its content was blue-ish, maybe green. He placed the clear glass vile next to his notes.
This was one cure he had been working on. He had twenty more. Each one was placed on his lab table. There were blue ones, green ones, brown ones, purple ones, red ones, and yellow ones. Doof eyes them all then flipped the page to his notes.
"Secondly," he began to pick out certain vials and set them off to the side. Most of what he had taken were the brown ones and yellow ones. Once he has done that, he had gathered the ones left behind and placed them in a box he had lying around the lab. Jenny had poked her head out of her rat hole to see what all the noise was about.
Heinz smiled at the rat, "Don't worry. I'm just fixing some things."
The rat twitched its nose back and forth then turn around and walked into her hole.
"What a rude rat." Heinz frowned again. He took the boxed vials and put them in a cabinet. The scientist looked over the box one last time before closing the cabinet door.
Heinz slowly walked back to his lab table and flipped through the pages of his book before he had found what he was looking for; It was the new sketches of his inator. This one was smaller, less bulky, but it gave a more powerful blow than the last. He had mapped it out in his head but he needed to put it on paper to get a better view. Now that he had all the bugs, and kinks ironed out. All he had to do was create the machine.
A squeal erupted through the lab.
Heinz snapped his head over to Jenny's hole. She ran out of her hole in such a hurry that Heinz didn't have time to prepare for a rat jumping on him.
"Jenny!" Heinz pride the rat off him. "What's the big idea!?"
The rat had not stopped squealing. She bucked in his hands as if she had squirrels in her pants.
"Jenny!" Doof grabbed a syringe from his pocket. He held the mouse tightly in one hand and readied the needle in his other. He struck her with the emergency drug in the needle. "Please calm down...please calm down."
The rat did not move any more after being injected with Heinz's emergency vial. Her heartbeat was still there but she was no longer conscious.
"What...what was that?" Doof says placing the mouse on his lab table. He turned to his notes and began to flip back to where he had done tests on Jenny. He mumbled to himself as he went down the long list of side effects she once had through his cursed virus.
"Nausea...no….vomiting, no….insomnia….?" Doof rubbed his chin. He had only done a brain waves test on Jenny. She had restless nerves and insomnia due to her nightmares.
Yes, it may have sounded a little silly. How can a rat have nightmares? Doof had thought so as well yet they were just like humans. Nightmares often happen from personal fears, a traumatic experience, or even from a small thought you once had from maybe a year ago.
Now thinking about it, Heinz looked over to his rat, Jenny's eyes didn't seem to be open.
"Peter-"
Heinz suddenly broke out of his thoughts as he heard voices approach his lab. It sounded like Pinky.
The scientist wasn't sure but he was fairly certain that Pinky did not like him. He wanted to ask the agent but he was too much of an Ente and really didn't want to ask because he didn't want the real answer.
Quickly, Heinz grabbed his vials left over and stuffed them neatly in his pockets. His ears perked when he had heard Peter's voice next.
"He's doing it to him." Peter's voice was low. He and Pinky were walking the halls on patrol of the OWCA. The man stared at his friend with an expression of pure seriousness.
Pinky scoffed. "Yeah, I know."
"And how do you feel about that?"
Heinz didn't hear anything after that. It was just silent except for the sound of their footsteps had made as they passed the lab. His stomach dropped, he had an abundant feeling that they were talking about him.
They hadn't said any names but that feeling it gave…
Peter had waved goodbye to Pinky as the pink haired man readied himself to go home. He had waved back but a sourness was in it.
And how do you feel about that?
Those words hung in his head. Pinky tried to shake them away as he entered his home from a long day of work at the OWCA. He went to his kitchen to find something to eat but his and Peter's conversation rang in his head.
"Heinz is one of us now Pinky."
"Yeah, I know that."
"He and Perry are coming to good terms."
"Yeah so?"
"He's doing it to him."
Pinky had known exactly what Peter was talking about. Perry had been showering Doof in invisible love for years. Pinky had known but he didn't want to say it out loud. It was something that he couldn't say out loud.
"And how does that make you feel?"
Pinky had shut his eyes tightly. It made him feel useless to Perry. He was no longer the apples of his eye. Now some freak scientist had taken his place in Perry's mind? Sure, Pinky liked his independence but jealousy had erupted when he had realized that he was no longer Perry's it.
He felt sick to his stomach as he realized what a chance he had given up not acting on with Perry's advances with him.
They probably would have had a happy life. Like the kind, you see on all those spy movies with the spy couples who go on the wildest of adventures and make love after every mission. He and Perry could have been that.
Perry would be here now with him, cooking for him, soothing him, and using seduction to make him come to bed. Pinky knew that Perry would probably want to skip dinner and head straight to the bedroom, and maybe even carry him up there.
He bets that Perry is an excellent lover. All that time training, be agile, and learning how to strike parts of the body-
Pinky shuddered.
He tried to concentrate on his search for food but thoughts of Heinz and Perry kept coming up.
He missed out big time, hadn't he?
His stomach growled loudly. Pinky searched his cabinets but nothing was there. He hissed as he slammed them shut-
Riiiing~ Answer it's your telephone~ Riiiing
Pinky grabbed His cellphone from his pocket and answered it angrily, "Hello?!"
"Woah, sorry Pinky, is it a bad time?" Perry asks on the other line. "Are you still on patrol with Peter? You need me to come and pick you up?"
Pinky sighed. "No Perry I'm at my OWCA home."
"Good." with that said Perry had hung up the phone.
Pinky stared at his cell questionably. What did Perry mean by 'Good.'? He was answered by a knock on his door. Then suddenly a certain blue-haired agent walked right in, with his best suit on.
"Perry?" Pinky smiled. "What are you doing here? And did you just come off a mission?"
"Yes, and I am here to celebrate the first day we became partners." The agent smiled. "With all that's been going on, Peter said it's best if I don't spend all my time watching my brother's and says it's best to go out sometimes. And who better to go out with than my best bro?"
Doof. Pinky thought instantly. But the scientist was busy in the lab when he and Peter passed by Heinz was still working.
"Oh, Perry how thoughtful." Pinky smiled. "Since you're already inside, make yourself at home."
Perry took off his jacket and threw it on the couch and kicked off his dress shoes. He was stretched then walked into the kitchens, "Hey Pinky don't you usually have a meal cooked by this time?"
Pinky twitched. Perry knew him so well, maybe better than he knew himself.
"Y-yeah, it's been kind of late and I just got home from work-"
"How about I order us some Chinese and you sit on the couch and get ready to watch your Soap Operas?" Perry sat down and patted the seat beside him. "I'll make your coffee the way you like it too."
A blush and another twitch became of Pinky.
His favourite soaps did come on at this time. The agent knew. After he had eaten his meal in the dining room, he would be at that exact spot Perry had patted with coffee in his hands watching the drama unfold on his television.
He sat down beside Perry. The blue haired agent grabbed the remote and turned the tv to his favourite channel.
"Perry," Pinky looked over to the other to the other man twitching a bit. "You can talk to me about anything."
"Why are you twitching?" Perry asks. "Am...am I making you nervous?"
Pinky shook his head, "It's just...you have been secluded and we haven't talked in the past few days."
"My brothers-"
"I know it's because of your brothers but I am your friend! If you are hurting and need someone to talk to then come to me!" Pinky said in a hot passion. "Don't bottle yourself!"
"I'm sorry-"
"You talked to Peter before you had come to me! Peter!" Pinky yelled. "I was your partner for five years! And you only once worked with him! And from what I know of you two you both didn't like working with one another!"
It angered Pinky to be out second behind anyone. He worked hard for everything he did. And for what? To be put in second place every time? Second to Peter and now second to Doof? He was tired of it! He would not be second to any man, hell, he wouldn't be second to anyone!
"He told you?"
"Told me every word." Pinky breathed deeply. "I just feel a little betrayed that my partner won't speak to me yet he'd go tell someone he had hated in his business."
"It's not like that." Perry slumped in his seat. "He made me talk to him."
"It's all the same." Pinky hissed lowly. He began twitching uncontrollably. Damn, he could use a cigarette. He shuddered, "Perry, look, I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine." Perry shook his head. He knew that he had out the older agent in stress.
Yes, older agent. Pinky may have seemed young but in reality, he was somewhere either in his late twenties or early thirties. And Pinky had seen more things than Perry had ever seen.
The older man shrugged, "Fine."
Perry gave a small smile, "Why don't you just watch your soaps, you old geezer."
That made a smile appear on Pinkys face. Who knew the aura can change from thick to light and airy just by a few simple words. Pinky returned the smile. They had sat together in silence watching the soaps until Pinky shook a little.
Perry had known what was wrong and went to the kitchen. A few moments later he came back with a cup of coffee. Pinky took the cup generously. Perry sat beside him smiling.
So this is what life would have been if I had Perry? Pinky thought as he took small sips from his sweet coffee. He turned his head to look at the handsome man beside him watching the soaps. I probably would have enjoyed this.
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