Hooray for having to change the chapter title once again.
Original: I Haven't Slept In Four Days (Gyro x Fenton)
Was this how he was supposed to boss interns around? Just tell them to do something and hope they don't screw up? That's what Gyro thought, anyway. However, it did concern him just a bit when he hadn't heard from his intern in a few days. Fenton did show up to work, but it looked as though he was living in the workspace. When did Fenton last go home? Gyro shrugged, telling himself that his intern's personal life shouldn't be snooped into.
It was almost time to shut down the room for the night. As Gyro was cleaning up from today's experiments, a loud door slam filled the room.
"D-Doctor Gearloose, I've finally finished the blueprint for what I p-personally thought we could add to th-the Gizmoduck suit!" Fenton said, his words sounding quite scrambled.
It was the first time Gyro had heard his assistant talk in days. All of a sudden a weight of guilt fell into the pit of his stomach. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Good, assistant!" he said, trying to put on his uptight facade. "Just in time, too. I'm locking up the place for the night!"
"Oh, finally!" Fenton said in glee, "I can finally go home!"
Gyro froze. "Uh, what do you mean?" He was ready for the worst.
"O-Oh! It's just, uh, I haven't left this office in a few days," Fenton admitted.
Gyro shivered. What was his assistant doing for the past few days? Well, working on the blueprints, obviously, but why was his assistant staying behind? How long had he been doing this?
"Tell me you've at least not been using the emergency generators or anything," Gyro said.
"N-No worries! I've been using flashlights and have been making cold coffee at night so that I don't have to use the generator to warm up the coffee."
"W-What?!" Gyro yelled in shock. "How long have you been here?" he asked.
"I haven't slept in four days, Doctor Gearloose," Fenton admitted.
"You what?!" Gyro couldn't move. His assistant hadn't left his room and pulled all-nighters for four consecutive nights? Was this his fault? Gyro felt even more guilt.
Fenton piped up, as though he was reading Gyro's mind. "I-It's not your fault, Doctor Gearloose!"
Gyro sighed. "Look, lemme give you a ride home."
"No, it's okay. I walk to and from work," Fenton said.
"No," Gyro said sternly. "I am giving you a ride home. Now." He wasn't sure why he was being so caring towards his intern all of a sudden.
Well, for one, Gyro had the deep feeling that it was his fault that his intern hadn't slept in a few days. On top of that, he always felt the need to help his intern out somehow. It was harder for him to do such a thing, as he was well known for being what people called "cold-hearted". To him, he called it selective compassion.
"C'mon," he said, putting a hand on Fenton's shoulder, "let's go home."
He wasn't sure why, but he liked the feeling of a physical touch between him and his intern, Fenton. Maybe he could try this compassion thing out more often.