Hi. I'm gaya-papaya.

This is my very first fanfiction, not counting the amount of stories I have subconsciously saved as files on my computer. I would like reviews and constructive -criticism, because I not only think it helps me with inspiration, it also saves me from asking my good-friends about my weird pairings.

I ship Oona and Ocean because of the different moments they have together in Odd Squad. I'm guessing you will too, after we complete this fanfiction.

Enjoy!

- gaya-papaya

Working in the lab could become extremely tiring. Unlike the other scientists at Odd Squad, Oona enjoyed staying in the white-washed work-space. She'd repair and restore an abundant amount of gadgets and convenient appliances, losing track of time and reality.

But, most importantly, she stayed inside the lab because her psychotic and quirky personality couldn't always handle the busy atmosphere outside. Dropping objects, spilling liquids, falling and tripping; it would cause a big mess during investigations.

When her mentor and best-friend, Oscar, left, leaving his tin-canned beans in the emergency bunker under the worktable, she practically felt like returning there everyday.

Oona missed companionship from a fellow agent, and although a lab-director had a lot of work, she concentrated more on the actual task of finding more social acknowledgement.

Seeing and meeting Olympia and Otis had brought her hope, especially the interaction between the three had evolved over the past time. But they were partners, and Oona didn't have one: mainly because her status as a lab-scientist saved that explanation.

It wasn't until long after her fifth month at Odd Squad, that she was paired up with the most unlikely worker in the facility: Agent Ocean, from the creature department.

"Ocean, Oona, in my office, now!" Ms. O's voice clearly had no patience resting within, and the two unknowing agents made their way to her vast office.

"You called us here; what's the problem, Ms. O?, Oona stated.

Ms. O regained her pose, quietly dropping her juice-box into the waste-paper-basket, and turning back to face the two agents. She picked up a bar-graph.

"Sit down, you two. As you can see, on this chart, creatures are out of control this season. I should have known this earlier, but O'Donahue forgot to send the practical information to me", she said, trying to keep her face straight. He could have reminded her of the past times they had enjoyed together, when Odd Squad was practically just starting business. No, instead he would ramble on and on about how his division was doing. Small talk, like they used to call it, back in the day.

Oona and Ocean gasped at the raised levels of the bar-graph, but both remained motionless.

"So, what do you want us to do, Ms O.? We aren't really agents, you know, like Ohlm and Orchid, or Otis and Olympia, or Octavia and Oz...-", Oona started, but she got cutoff by Ms. O.

"I'm saying that we need skilled people to work together. So, from today onwards, you two will be paired up to work on cases regarding odd problems with creatures."

The shock was shown on their faces, they clearly hadn't expected that. Slowly turning their heads to look at each other, with their slightly confused expressions.

"Wait, you want me to work with Ocean? I don't even work well with myself; how is that supposed to work out?", Oona exclaimed. "Yeah, we don't even know each other. And how is a gadget-lady supposed to work with a creature-dude?, Ocean analyzed. But as soon as they saw Ms. O's neutral expression, they quieted down.

"I haven't even finished yet!", she expressly said. "You", she said pointing to Ocean, "work with creatures. And you", she further stated pointing at Oona, "work with gadgets." Then she simply just lifted her hand with a matter-of-fact expression.

They both remained quiet and Ocean tried to ignore the fact that they hadn't even been consulted about the sudden pairing.

"You get my point. Now, both of you won't get a case right away. But anything that the investigation-agents can't solve or any odd problem that causes creatures to be unleashed, becomes your issue. Understood?"

They solemnly nodded at what Ms. O said. The latter then stuffed the bar-graph into a drawer and picked up a new juice-box, but while the two agents watched her, she grew conscious about them staring at her without speaking or moving.

"Well, what are you waiting for, get back to work!", she shouted, snapping them out of their daze. Both blinking and retaining the phrase Ms. O had exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, going."

"Yep, was just leaving."

Ms. O quietly sighed. This had better been a good idea, O'Donahue.