Welcome back, guys. Turns out that despite the fact I freaked out and wrote the whole last chapter in one go, thinking Ashlee wouldn't give me the plan for Keeping Secrets, she hadn't actually finished it. And she still hasn't finished it. And she probably won't for some time, because of those pesky exams coming up that I should be studying for instead of writing.
But screw school, it's summer!
Anyway, I went on a semi-rant last time about how some of the words seemingly don't connect with the stories I write for them. Ashlee guessed what Wheel meant on her first go. I swear she has the same mind as me. For those of you who were wondering (which is probably none of you) Wheel was referring to the whole 'wheel of time' business, because it was a New Years Eve thingy. Yeah. I make no sense.
Enjoy!
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Car
God, it was cold.
Admittedly not as cold as England when they went to visit Ferb's family in the winter, but still, he was freezing his ass off out here. Despite being dressed in about five shirts, two hoodies and one very big puffy jacket along with a pair of warm pants, three sets of socks and one pair of woolen gloves, Phineas Flynn was shivering uncontrollably.
He was currently standing on one side of the car, letting it block most of the chilling wind and snow while rubbing his gloved hands together in an attempt to get feeling back into his fingers. He would have been totally okay with sitting in the car, but somehow the entire bloody machine was fucking up, and the windows were defective. They wouldn't wind up, and he'd be just as cold in there as he was out here.
Ferb was mucking around under the hood of the car, seemingly unaffected by the cold. Phineas didn't bother trying to help the other teen- mechanics wasn't his thing, especially cars. He was better off leaving that whole business alone. He just hoped his step-brother would be able to fix the damn car soon or he'd end up with hypothermia.
Blue eyes flickered around the landscape uneasily. They were stranded on the side of the road in the middle of no where, all because of Phineas' stupid idea to go on a road trip by themselves. He'd never anticipated that the car would break down completely. Why would he? Ferb was a genius with these kinds of things. But everyone gets it wrong sometimes, and that was just what had happened.
He'd never anticipated that neither of their cells would be able to get a signal. He'd never anticipated that no cars would go past. It had been over half an hour and they hadn't seen a single soul.
He stamped his left foot against the snow covered ground, trying to dispel the tingles slowly making their way up his leg. He'd always hated the cold. If given the choice between burning to death or freezing to death, he'd choose burning in a heartbeat. Each breath came out in a puff of mist, each inhalation stung his teeth and his lungs.
He didn't know how long he stood there, but by the time Ferb shut the hood and moved around to the driver's side to twist the key, Phineas had a cap of snow on top of his woolen beanie. The engine roared to life and the redhead cheered, pulling open the passenger door. "Thank God, lets get out of this wasteland."
"Hold on," Ferb retreated from sight for a few moments before returning, seemingly satisfied. "Alright, the windows should work now. Come on."
It was an immense relief when they climbed into the car, slammed the doors shut and wound up the windows. Out of the biting wind, Phineas felt much warmer. He rubbed his hands together, but he still had a hard time feelings his fingers. They were numb and felt like blocks of ice. Ferb was about to start driving when he glanced over and saw Phineas struggling to get the blood flow back into his digits. With a wry smile, the larger teen reached over and took the redhead's gloved hands in his own.
"Let me do that," he murmured. Phineas gulped as the other boy stripped the gloves off his hands and just held the pale skin in his own. After a moment, in which Phineas' heart was racing like mad, he leaned over and breathed scorching hot air over them, sending a jolt of arousal straight to the boy's groin. "Better?" Ferb asked, giving Phineas a smirk that made him shift to try and hide his growing erection.
"Y-Yeah, sure," he gulped again, had a hard time swallowing. Not now, not now, not now, he chanted to himself silently, willing away the annoying sexual thoughts and desires. He'd spent two years ignoring his sick attraction to his own brother, he wasn't about to let them get the best of him now. "Thanks."
"No problem," Ferb pulled away and began driving, leaving Phineas to clench his fingers and unclench them again, over and over, despite the fact the were quite warm already. He couldn't help remembering the feeling of that breath ghosting over his hands. It had been startlingly erotic. He was brought back to reality by Ferb saying casually, "you have a boner, by the way."
And oh boy, did that make his stomach drop. Panicking, he said the only thing that came to mind. "Yeah, uh... puberty sucks."
Ferb chuckled in response and Phineas melted against his seat, thinking he'd actually die of embarrassment.
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Milk
"Where did you learn to do this?" Baljeet demanded. He was standing in his home economics class, watching Buford as he skillfully whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies without breaking a sweat.
"What, baking? You know, around," the bully answered vaguely, measuring sugar into a cup. Baljeet crossed his arms and tapped his foot against the ground.
"This is so unlike you," he mused, voice accusing. "Why did you even choose home economics this year? I would have thought you would think it is stupid."
"We get to make food and then eat it afterwards," Buford spared him a glance, his expression clearly indicating he thought his friend was crazy. "Why would I think eating is stupid? I love eating."
"I know that," Baljeet rolled his eyes. He just stood there, not really knowing what to do. Wasn't he supposed to be helping or something? They were partners on this project, after all.
"Pass me the flour, 'Jeet?"
"Alright," he picked up the bag of flour and handed it over. At least he was doing something. The bag was open at the top and Buford grabbed it rather hard. A great cloud of flour poofed from the top, right into Baljeet's face. He spluttered and wiped at his eyes. "Buford!"
"What? It wasn't my fault!" despite this, the bully was snickering into his hand.
"Ugh! You are so infuriating!" Baljeet snapped, stomping over to the sink to wash his face. Buford began to pour flour into the mixture he'd already made, never once stopping his snickering.
"Pre-heat the oven, would ya?" he asked, grinning. Baljeet let out a long suffering sigh and turned the oven on before returning to his previous position beside his bully and best friend.
Buford finished the mixture after a few minutes and he washed his hands before rolling bits of it into round balls. Baljeet mimicked his movements and about ten minutes later the cookies were all ready to be put in the oven. Buford slid them in and set the timer before turning back to Baljeet. "There. That wasn't so hard."
"Surprisingly," Baljeet muttered.
"You have flour on your nose," Buford commented, reaching out idly to brush it off with his thumb. Baljeet swallowed with difficulty and looked away.
"Thank you."
"Now, help me clean up the mess," the bully ordered. They put away the ingredients and wiped down the table they had been working on. By the time they were finished washing the dishes, the timer went off with a loud beeping noise. Buford pulled on an oven mitt and got the cookies, putting them onto the table to cool off.
"Mm, they look good," Baljeet sniffed the air. "They smell good, too."
They glanced over to the other stations in the room. Phineas and Isabella were working together on this one, much to Phineas' frustration and Isabella's delight. They were usually a good team, but for some reason they weren't working well together today. Maybe it was Ferb's absence. The green-haired teen had been sick all week. Phineas hadn't built any inventions in that time and he must have been going crazy. Isabella probably wasn't helping with her constant flirting and blatant uncaring that Ferb was sick.
"Looks like Dinner Bell and princess over there are arguing more than we did," Buford chuckled. He went over to one of the cupboards and pulled out two glasses and a small plate. "Come on, lets eat these babies."
"That sounds completely wrong out of context," Baljeet commented, but he picked up a few cookies and put them on the plate. Buford went over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of milk and poured it into the two glasses. "Buford! We cannot drink this! It is to be used as an ingredient!"
"Lighten up, 'Jeet," Buford rolled his eyes in response. "Who eats chocolate chip cookies without a glass of milk? Sheesh."
"Fine," the Indian teen muttered, grabbing a cookie and blowing on it. They were still a bit hot, but they had cooled enough to eat. He nibbled on it and smiled. "These are really good."
"Yup," Buford shoved a whole cookie in his mouth at once. Baljeet rolled his eyes and took a sip of his milk. Buford stared at him for a moment before reaching out again. "You have milk on your lip."
His thumb brushed over the top of Baljeet's lip, so gently he almost didn't feel it. He felt a lump in his throat as the boy moved away. "Thanks," he choked out. What on earth was wrong with him today?
Buford grinned in response.
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Women
"Class, this is Ferb Fletcher," Mrs Cartwright introduced, gesturing to the boy beside her. "He's moved here from Chelsea, England. I hope you will all make him feel welcome. Phineas, would you be able to look after him and make sure he can find his way around fine?"
"Sure," Phineas smiled warmly at the new boy. Although his startlingly green hair was rather strange, and his expressionless face was kind of unsettling, Phineas Flynn was the type of person who was friends with everyone. He didn't care about the way the teen refused to make eye contact with anyone, or the way he slouched, burying his hands deep in his pockets. He was interesting. And Phineas loved interesting things.
"Would you like to say something about yourself?" Mrs Cartwright asked. It was no doubt the one thing every new kid dreaded their new teachers saying, and Ferb looked downright uncomfortable to start with.
"Not really."
"Oh my gosh!" a girl whispered loudly at the back of the class. "His accent is so hot!"
"Well," the teacher looked rather uncomfortable herself and gestured to the seat beside Phineas. "You can take your seat. Mr Flynn will be able to help you if you're confused about any of the subject material, although you are rather late and we only have ten minutes left in the lesson."
Ferb shuffled his way over to the desk and sat. He didn't look up at Phineas once, just slouched over on the desk and stared at the wood as if it held the answers to all of life's mysteries. When Mrs Cartwright turned to the board and began writing, the redhead leaned over and gave his brightest smile. "So, enjoying your first day at Danville High?"
"No," was the short and curt answer. Phineas was not deterred.
"What's Ferb short for?"
"It's-"
"Oh my god," the girl sitting behind Ferb spoke up, leaning forward and tapping the boy on his shoulder with her half-chewed pencil. "You have, like, the most interesting hair I've ever seen. Is it dyed?"
"No," this time his voice was rather sharp, causing the girl to frown and lean back in her seat. Phineas raised his eyebrows at the attitude Ferb was showing, but he could understand why. Sometimes girls could be a real pain in the ass, and the kid was probably wracked with nerves on his first day at a new school.
"Women, huh?" he joked softly, so the girl wouldn't hear him, and was rewarded with the other boy finally looking up at him. His breath caught when he saw that Ferb possessed a pair of intense jade green eyes, and they seemed to stare straight through him. He felt like his entire being was laid out before this boy and-
Okay, not really. That was the cheesy narrator in his head playing up again. But in all seriousness, Phineas thought his eyes were kind of pretty. The were, however, slightly red and a little bloodshot, as if he'd been crying only a little while ago.
"Women," Ferb agreed, although there was no humor in his tone. His voice was low and raspy, only adding to Phineas' theory that he'd been crying.
"What brings you to the Tri-State Area?" he asked curiously, making sure to whisper so Mrs Cartwright wouldn't hear his words. She would be able to hear his voice in general, but he knew she'd just assume he was explaining something to Ferb and allow it. He just had to keep her from hearing the actual words.
There was a beat in which Ferb's face went from expressionless to anguish, but the mask was pulled up again in an instant, leaving Phineas wondering if he'd actually seen it or if he was going mad. The green-haired teen looked back down at his desk quickly. Phineas blinked and leaned even closer, managing to catch the boy's quiet voice. "My mother died. Dad and I needed a fresh start."
"I would say I'm sorry, but that's a rather overused cliche and doesn't help at all, does it?" the redhead said softly, and the mask dropped again, but this time Ferb's expression was shock. It caused a bitter smile to appear, and Phineas let out a low sigh. He felt sympathy for this boy, and his heart ached for him. He could understand how much anguish he must be going through. "My father died a couple of years ago, so I get it. Mum seriously considered moving but my older sister Candace refused."
Ferb opened his mouth to respond but the bell rang, cutting off whatever he'd been about to say. Phineas had already finished his work before the new kid showed up, so all his books and pens were already in his bag. He stood up, the rest of the class following suit, all pushing in their chairs and putting their bags on whilst chatting away to each other.
"Yes, alright, remember homework on page forty four!" Mrs Cartwright called as the students began to file out of the classroom.
Ferb slung his bag over one shoulder as he stood. Phineas made a point of waiting for him and they walked to the door together, stepping into the crowded hall. "What do you have next?" the redhead asked.
The taller teen shoved his schedule into the other's hands in reply, and Phineas' eyes lit up when he read it. "Oh, you have biology with Buford, Baljeet and I. Come on, I'll show you where it is."
As they started towards the west end of the school, Phineas glanced over at his companion, noting how stiff and uncomfortable the boy seemed. He knew he'd have to work hard to get this guy to relax and open up, but he was certain he could do it. "So, Ferb," he said casually. "How long have you been in Danville?"
"Nearly a week," was the quiet reply. "Dad and I moved into our new house on Tuesday."
"Cool," Phineas commented. They stopped outside a brightly coloured door and Phineas waved his arm at it dramatically, adopting a formal tone. "May I present to you our biology classroom?"
This caused the slightest twitching of Ferb's lips, and Phineas considered that a great personal victory. With a smile, he held out his hand. "I suppose I should properly introduce myself, even though you already know my name. I'm Phineas Flynn, future
inventor, if things go my way."
"Ferb Fletcher," the other boy supplied, shaking Phineas' hand. His grip was firm, his hand slightly calloused. "Future mechanic, I suppose."
"Well, Ferb," the redhead grinned. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and welcome to Danville High."
Ferb finally smiled in response.
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Signs
"Right, so..." Baljeet glanced down at the sheet of paper in his hand, reading out loud. "Go to the place where the penguins are hiding," he paused and stared at the paper, as if his scrutiny would make it give up it's secrets. "What does that even mean? We have no penguins here."
"It means to go outside of the art block," Buford answered him lazily, hands in pockets. He was leaning against the building they were standing outside, looking around without much interest. It infuriated Baljeet. They'd been forced to do this treasure hunt because their teachers apparently thought the class were still five years old, and whilst Baljeet had been okay with it, Buford had argued for ages before finally giving up and agreeing. And now it was Buford who was figuring out all the clues, when it should have been Baljeet. Wasn't he supposed to be the smart one?
"What do you mean, outside of the art block?" Baljeet clenched his teeth. He was getting frustrated with himself. Why couldn't he just work out some stupid clues already?
"It has that huge mural, remember?" Buford shrugged, seeming not to notice Baljeet's mood. "And in one corner there's a bunch of penguins hiding behind a rock."
"Oh yeah," Baljeet shook his head at himself. "How did I not remember that? Right, let us go."
"Whatever you say, nerd."
Despite the fact Baljeet wasn't performing his best, they were still way ahead of the rest of the class, and they were the first to arrive at the art block. The mural was on the west side, and underneath it was a bunch of envelopes, taped to the wall so they wouldn't fly off. Baljeet ripped off the envelope that had B&B printed on the front and shoved it into his pocket. "Looks like you were right."
"Hey Buford, Baljeet!" they heard a voice greet, and turned to see Phineas hurrying over towards them with the new kid, Ferb, in tow. "Oh, good, the clue did mean the mural."
He tore off the envelope marked P&F as Buford and Baljeet muttered their hello's. They were good friends with Phineas but the new kid was kind of intimidating and he didn't talk much. Well, he was intimidating for Baljeet, anyway. Buford was probably unaffected, but Buford was unfriendly in general so neither of them were too keen on talking to this new kid.
"Turns out Ferb is a genius at figuring out clues," Phineas said brightly as he handed handed his envelope to the green-haired teen, who took it silently. "How are you guys going?"
"Well, 'Jeet's pretty useless at the moment," Buford started.
"Hey!" Baljeet complained hotly.
"But these clues are really easy," the bully continued. "Anyway, what's the next one?"
He glanced over at Baljeet as he said it, and the smaller teen let out a huff of air before lifting the sheet of paper and reading aloud, "Where each performer receives a fresh coat of paint," he thought about it for a second. "Well, paint might indicate the art room..."
"Does this school have a drama department?" Ferb asked suddenly, and all three teens looked at him in surprise.
"Yes, we do," Phineas answered after a moment. "We're pretty big on drama, actually."
"Might mean the make-up station, then," Ferb shrugged.
"We'll take a look," Phineas smiled brightly at him. "Are you two coming?"
"We'll catch up," Buford told him. The redhead nodded and started off, Ferb walking beside him. The two seemed to talk easily, despite having only met that day.
"How is it I can not think of the right answer for these?" Baljeet whined softly as they set off at a slower pace, allowing the pair in front of them to disappear behind a building. "I am supposed to be smart."
"There's a difference between being smart and being creative, 'Jeet," Buford said easily. "You're into math and all that shit. Math is numbers and straight-forward. These clues make you think outside the box."
"Are you saying I am not creative?" Baljeet bristled. They rounded the corner and Buford glanced around, making sure they were alone and that no one could see them.
"Maybe I am," the bully grinned and pulled Baljeet into an open doorway, pressing him up against the door frame. "What're you going to do about it?"
"Buford!" the Indian teen hissed, trying unsuccessfully to push him away. "Someone might see us!"
"Relax, 'Jeet, we're all alone..." he leaned forward, attempting to kiss the other, but Baljeet turned his face to the side defiantly.
"We did not go through all that trouble to keep us a secret just to throw it away by being caught canoodling in the middle of school!" he said, voice strained.
"Oh come on, there's no one around," Buford complained, but he pulled away quickly when they heard someone clear their throat. They turned to see Phineas and Ferb staring at them.
"Uhm..." Phineas started, cheeks flushed red. He had a smear of black running down from his left eyebrow to his jaw. He didn't seem to be able to say anything else, his mouth hanging open silently.
"We need to get past," Ferb said, once a few beats had gone past without anyone speaking. "Phineas got eyeliner all over himself and he wants to wash it off."
"A-Alright," Baljeet stuttered a little, moving out of the doorway to let the two teens past. Phineas was walking slowly, eyes still wide. He seemed to be in shock, and Ferb gripped his jacket to pull him along faster. They soon disappeared around a corner inside of the building and Baljeet let out a tiny breath of air before turning a glare onto his companion. "I told you we would get caught!"
"Relax," Buford rolled his eyes. "It was only Dinner Bell and Bean Pole."
"You already came up with a nickname for him?" Baljeet asked in a flat voice. Buford grinned and shrugged, causing the Indian to sigh. "Whatever. Come on, let us get this thing over and done with."
They hurried over to the drama department, which was quite close to the art rooms, so it only took about a minute. The room that held the make up stations also held a stack of envelopes and Baljeet sighed as he picked their one up. "Ferb was right."
"Come on," Buford nudged the boy lightly. "Why don't you figure out the next one all by yourself? You can do it."
Smiling in spite of himself, Baljeet glanced at the sheet of clues and read aloud for Buford's benefit, "the stench of sweat in this room would make any skin crawl, except for the team who uses it," he paused and then let out a frustrated growl. "Oh come on! How am I supposed to know what that means?"
Buford grinned, crossing his arms. "It has something to do with me," he hinted, looking quite amused at Baljeet's anger.
"Oh look, even you know what it means," the Indian groaned. He stared at the words on the paper, furrowing his brow. Something to do with Buford, a team, and a smelly sweaty room... "Oh! The football team locker rooms!"
"Bingo," Buford snickered.
Feeling quite proud of himself for figuring it out, he smiled widely and grabbed his companion's wrist, pulling him towards the gym, which was on the other side of the school. He dropped his hand once they started to pass other people in their class, some of them heading towards the room they'd just been in, some of them heading towards the mural. Others looked completely lost. They passed Phineas and Ferb at one point, but the two didn't see them. Phineas was chattering away, sweeping his arms as he talked, looking quite excited about something. Ferb had an amused smile on his face. It was the first time Baljeet had seen the boy smile.
Inside the locker room, the stench made Baljeet choke and pinch his nose shut. "How on earth do you handle coming in here? Do you even shower?"
"It's not that bad," Buford snorted, pulling off an envelope from the wall and handing it to the smaller boy. "Next clue?"
"You are starting to enjoy this," Baljeet accused, wearing a grin.
"Well, it beats sitting in a dark room watching lame movies about Biology," the heftier teen shrugged. Baljeet had to agree with him.
"Okay, this is the last clue. It is: Sometimes death, sometimes living, hell, maybe I am just kidding," the boy stared at the paper for a moment. "I give up. You got any ideas?"
"Figures they'd sneak in a clue about biology," Buford rolled his eyes. "Makes sense that it's the last one. Come on, lets head back to class."
"How do you always know what it means?" Baljeet complained as they headed back to the biology classroom.
"Maybe I'm not as dumb as you think I am," the footballer shrugged.
"I do not think you are dumb," Baljeet said quietly.
The larger teen glanced over at him, a rare genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, 'Jeet."
Once inside the biology classroom, their teacher smiled at them and handed them their final envelope. They were the first ones to get back and they headed over to their table to open the envelopes they had collected. There were twelve in all and each envelope held a small bit of paper with a word on it. To complete the treasure hunt they had to arrange the words into a sentence, which would have something to do with biology, and tell their teacher the sentence.
"Alright, the words are..." Baljeet pulled them all out and looked them over. "Is, process, forms, which, new, evolution, arise, the, in, species, from, previous."
"It'll have something to do with evolution," Buford pointed out.
"Right," Baljeet stared at the words for a while. He got the feeling Buford already knew the answer but was holding back, knowing that Baljeet wanted to figure it out on his own. After a few minutes the answer clicked in his head and he started rearranging the words. "Evolution is the process in which new species arise from previous forms."
He grinned in triumph. Because they were the only pair in the room, the teacher had been watching them the whole time and she smiled. "Well done, boys. You can have free time until the end of the period."
"Sweet," Buford leaned back in his chair and stretched. Baljeet began putting the words back in their envelopes and handed them to the teacher. He had just pulled out his biology book to do some studying when Phineas and Ferb entered, the former smiling widely and the latter expressionless.
"Thanks, miss!" Phineas said when the teacher gave them their final envelope. He walked over to Buford and Baljeet and sat down opposite them. This was their normal table, and they'd always had a spare seat. It was only until today that it had been filled up by Ferb. Baljeet was a little uncomfortable around the new boy, especially now that he'd seen the Indian teen and Buford mucking around.
Phineas looked a little awkward when he sat down. The teacher warned Buford and Baljeet not to help them just as Ferb joined them. She was hovering close to them, and Phineas lowered his voice when he began to speak, "so, uhm, Ferb and I agreed never to mention what we, ah, saw. You know, before."
"Thank you," Baljeet said quietly.
"But you're going to have to tell me everything during break," Phineas smiled. Ferb silently began to open the envelopes and he and Phineas glanced down at the words in front of them.
It seemed only seconds had passed before they'd arranged the words in the correct order and Baljeet let out a loud groan. "That took me ages! Why is everyone smarter than me today?"
"Calm down, 'Jeet," Buford snickered.
"Everyone has their off days," Ferb said softly. Baljeet glanced up at him. The green-haired teen looked a little uncomfortable with everyone looking at him, but he attempted to give the Indian a friendly smile. "You'll do better next time."
"Uhm, thanks," Baljeet blinked. His opinion of the other boy went up significantly.
"So, Bean Pole, where ya from?" Buford asked casually.
Ferb raised an eyebrow and Baljeet slapped a palm to his forehead. Buford being rude? Some things never changed.
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Vacuum
"What the hell have you done to your face?" Heinz asked with a sigh as soon as Perry walked into the room. The teal-haired man looked a little offended, but it was hard to tell under the layer of white powder on his face.
"I was baking."
"And that involves getting flour all over your face... how?" Heinz shook his head. Perry touched a hand to his cheek and seemed surprised when it came back covered in white. He began to wipe at his face in earnest and little clumps of white powder fell onto the carpet in the living room. "Stop it! You're getting it everywhere!"
Rolling his eyes, Heinz reached forward and took Perry's hand, leading him into the bathroom. He wet a cloth and wiped at the agent's face with it gently. "Why did you try baking without me? You could have burnt the building down. You know you're still not fully accustomed to your new body yet."
Perry let out a huff of air, avoiding looking at Heinz's face. "I wanted to surprise you."
The scientist found himself smiling and he leaned down to kiss the other man gently. "You surprised me when you walked into the living room looking like that."
"That's not what I meant," Perry protested. Heinz chuckled.
"I know," he put down the cloth and gestured towards the door. "Come on, I have to go clean up the living room now. And the kitchen," he paused and shook his head. "I don't even want to know what kind of mess you made in there."
He went over to a door positioned discreetly in the corner of his living room and pulled it open. Inside was a tiny room filled with cleaning supplies. He pulled out the vacuum cleaner and plugged it in. Perry watched him from the couch as he turned it on. The teal-haired man flinched and put his hands over his ears at the noise, screwing up his face. "What is that?"
"A vacuum," Heinz supplied, moving it closer to where the mess was. Perry scrambled away from it and towards the kitchen, looking like a frightened animal. Which he was, really. "Calm down, it's not going to hurt you."
"Why is it so loud!" Perry shouted over the noise.
Heinz moved it a bit closer and chuckled, finding evil pleasure in the way the other man took a few steps back. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of noise!"
"Okay, you cleaned the mess, now turn it off!" Perry seemed to be panicking, chest moving up and down erratically. Heinz switched it off obligingly and set it down.
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," he walked over to him and touched the soft skin of his cheek gently. Perry's eyes were still wide with fright and Heinz started to feel bad. "Alright, I'm sorry. I won't vacuum with you here again."
Perry nodded mutely and Heinz sighed, pulling him into a hug. The former platypus relaxed into his embrace and the taller man leaned down to steal a kiss. "You're cute when you're scared, you-"
He cut himself off, staring over Perry's shoulder. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN?!"
The agent found himself laughing, fear forgotten as Heinz rushed into the kitchen.
"That's payback for the vacuum!"
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In case you didn't guess, Signs was a continuation of Women, except in Baljeet's point of view. I quite liked Signs. Poor Baljeet wasn't able to figure out anything without Buford's help! Tried my hand at an AU. How'd it turn out?
Hope you guys enjoyed!
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