I'm Not Yours to Have

by EricaX

It started out as an obsession over Gizmoduck. Now Mark Beaks has set his sights of Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera. Fenton just wants to be left alone. He's already in an relationship with Gyro. Soon, however, Fenton learns just how far Mark is willing to go to make Fenton his.

1. Chapter 1

I'm Not Yours to Have - Chapter 1

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Roses. He had been given roses.

Dozens and dozens of roses.

All sorts of colors. Red. Pink. White. Black. Purple. Yellow. Cream.

They were beautiful and fragile and a part of him felt awful for not being able to appreciate their beauty. But he couldn't. Not with the meaning that was behind them.

Quick and nimble fingers pulled the petals off the flowers one by one; feeling an unnecessary sense of satisfaction with each pull.

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera grimaced down at the growing pile of rose petals at his feet. He didn't care if he was making a mess. The whole room was a mess, so what did it matter? Couldn't be any worse than the broken glass that was in the bathroom after Fenton had accidentally dropped the vanity mirror. He had been looking for any sort of clue as to how to get out of the room he was trapped in. He wasn't sure what he had been looking for but all he had gotten for his trouble was a mess.

This, however, distracted him from the frustration he was currently feeling. The urge to cry and shout and throw a tantrum at the person who was behind his current predicament.

"Why did you have to give me roses!?" hissed Fenton quietly to himself as he tore apart more of the flowers. "I know you know how much roses mean to me! You practically know everything else about me, you creepy stalker!"

The sound of a door opening was the only warning Fenton got before the familiar chipper voice of his captor rang through the apartment suite.

"Hellooooooo!"

Fenton continued to tear into the flowers, refusing to turn around and look at the other man in the room.

Mark Beaks stepped into the room and looked around at the devastated apartment with owlish eyes. "Wow! You redecorated!" He didn't seem at all bothered that the couch was tipped over, the TV was off the wall with wires coming out of the wall, lamps knocked over, the kitchen cupboards all open and emptied, and dozens of other messes.

"I was trying to find a way out of here" stated Fenton tartly. His back was still facing Mark.

"Oh, well, it's called a door" chuckled Mark. He jutted his thumb backwards to point at the door.

"A door that only opens to your voice" corrected Fenton.

"Semantics" shrugged Mark. He stepped closer to Fenton, who stiffened as he approached. HIs eyes landed on the mess of rose petals. "Heeeeey!"

Fenton tore apart more of the roses.

"I bought those for you and you're standing there destroying them!" Mark whined. His face then morphed into a look of seduction, his eyelids lowering. "Unless you wanted to sprinkle them on the bed...Set the mood a little..." He whispered this into the scientist's ear.

Fenton jerked away, finally pulling his full attention away from the ruined flowers. "I'm destroying them because I don't want them! I don't want to be here! Mark, you are keeping me here against my will! I've told you dozens and dozens of times-I don't like you! I don't wish to be with you! Let me go and leave me alone!"

Mark sighed and pouted like a petulant child. "Oh, my sweet little Fenton..." He glanced at his phone, which seemed to always be glued to his phone. "I can't leave you alone. Not anymore." He clicked his phone so that the screen went black before stuffing it into his pocket, his dark eyes turning back to Fenton. "No one in the world knows you're here and they never will. Not after I pulled one of my best tricks yet!" He quickly took a picture of the torn roses and began making a social media post about it.

Fenton glared at him. He was not a violent duck or even an angry duck by any means, but Mark was making his blood boil in ways he's never felt before. "You kidnapped me, of course no one knows I'm here!"

Mark shook his head. "I didn't just kidnap you, Gizzy." He pulled his phone out again, clicked in his password and after a few swipes, showed it to Fenton. "I erased you."

Fenton read the words on the small screen.

"McDuck Scientist Killed in a Lab Fire"

Fenton read over the words over and over again, staring at them as though they were foreign. "You-You didn't just set fire to the lab and kidnap me...you..." He met Mark's confident gaze. "You faked my death..."

Mark nodded happily. "Hmmhmm! Sure did, baby! Which means, now, you are ALL mine!"

Fenton just stared numbly at the Waddle CEO as he continued speaking proudly.

"You kept saying you had a life to live, you had a family, you had friends, you had...ugh, that dweeb boyfriend-They were all standing in the way of us being together!" Mark picked up a few of the petals that were still on the table; most of them having fallen to the carpeted floor. "By doing this, I took all that away so that you could be with me! Now nothing is stopping us from being together because I'm all you have now!"

Fenton took a step back, too stunned to do much else. He stared down at the floor. "My...Ma'ma...Ma'ma thinks I'm dead. G-Gyro...He thinks I'm dead!"

Mark gave him an unimpressed look. "Umm, yeah! That's kinda what happens when you fake a person's death! Sorta the point!"

"But-But-You can't just-"

"Actually!" interrupted Mark. "I can! I've been telling people for ages! I can wipe out your past, your future, your entire existence-With the swipe of my finger! Because I am Mark Beaks, baby! Ha ha!"

"Why? Why would you do something like this?" Fenton found himself asking.

Mark sighed dramatically; as though Fenton was the one being unreasonable. "Listen, Fenny, I adore you and all, but you're being a bit lame here. I thought you were a scientist. Why are you so confused by this? I did this...because I love you. Duh. Sheesh..." He looked at his phone, scrolling away. After a moment, he put his phone in his pocket and stepped closer to Fenton. He raised his hand so that his fingers gently caressed Fenton's cheeks. "I told you...You would be mine...And now...you are..."

Fenton stepped away, unable to stomach any of this. "Stay away from me."

Mark lowered his hands and nodded. "I get it. You're in shock. This is a lot to take in. I mean, it's not every day you find out you were given a clean slate and can start a new life with the one and only Mark Beaks, baby!" He winked at Fenton, who wasn't even looking at him; still too stunned.

"I'll give you some time to settle" said Mark as he started back towards the door. He stepped over the curled up rug that was half underneath the sideways couch. "We're gonna have to work on the decor in here. I'm glad you took initiative and started changing things in here, but...not loving it. It's okay, though! Work in progress!"

Fenton was pulled out of his thoughts just as Mark reached the door. He watched as the gray parrot raised his hand to the wall beside the door and a screen appeared; immediately scanning it. The door opened immediately.

Fenton darted after him; hoping to reach him in time. "Wait! You can't leave me in here!"

"Sure can!" chirped Mark candidly. "Don't worry! I left food in the fridge!"

Fenton found himself pushing against Mark's chest; hating the fact that the parrot was taller than him. Sadly, Mark had expected this and despite his lanky build, was able to keep Fenton from overpowering him. "Awww! I'll miss you too, Fenton!" Whether Mark was purposefully misreading Fenton's attempt to leave or not, the scientist didn't know, but Mark currently had his arm wrapped around Fenton in a reluctant hug.

Fenton grunted as he tried to pull away, flinching when he realized Mark was smelling his hair feathers.

"Hmmm...You smell divine, my love!" sighed Mark before he harshly pushed Fenton backwards.

Fenton stumbled to the ground; having not expected the shove.

The door began to slowly close as it slid out from the wall with a mechanical whirring sound.

Fenton stared up at him. "Mark! You can't DO this!"

"Strange thing to say, seeing as how I AM doing it!" laughed Mark. "Also-" The door was almost shut now and Fenton stood up and tried to leave again. Mark shoved him back again. "You really shouldn't have shredded those roses..."

Frustrated, Fenton snarled, "Why not!?"

"They were from the funeral your friends and family gave you this morning."

The door shut, leaving Fenton alone with his thoughts. His funeral? But he'd only been here for a few hours, hadn't he!? Fenton glanced back the apartment suite he was now trapped in. Just how long had he been knocked out?

It was then crystal clear how far Mark had gone to capture Fenton and he could not recall ever being more terrified in his life.

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6 Months Earlier

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The bank was currently humming with activity in the downtown district of Duckburg; the middle of the day rush slowly dissipating as the hour in the day grew later.

The woman behind the teller counter sighed heavily at the duck before her.

"Mr. Crackshell-Cabrera, as I explained before, yes, you have to have money in your savings account at all times."

The brown feathered duck before her smiled sheepishly as he scratched at the back of head and avoided eye contact with her at all costs. "R-right. I-I know that's what I had asked about the last time I was here, heh." He said even more quietly, "And the time before that..." He then smiled and said louder, "However, this time I can happily tell you that I DO have money to put into the savings account! So, now I can open it!"

The woman looked mildly surprised. "Oh, well, then, now I can actually do something to help you."

Fenton beamed with delight, bouncing on his webbed feet just a little. "Salvation!" he cheered quietly to himself as the teller typed away at her desk to start the process. Never one to stay quiet for long, he began talking. "I can proudly say that I am no longer just a simple unpaid intern working under the lead scientist for the world's richest duck-But now, thanks to Dr. Gearloose's approval, I am actually a real DOCTOR OF SCIENCE!" There was a pause of silence before he softly added. "That's still not technically how doctorate certifications are given-but Dr. Gearloose's approval is all I need for the time being!"

The teller nodded, yet it was clear she wasn't actually paying attention. "Right, right. May I see your I.D., please?"

Fenton hummed happily and began rummaging through his wallet to find it. Just as he handed the teller his I.D. card, a familiar voice spoke behind him.

"Woooow! What's this I hear about you becoming a REAL doctor, huh!?"

Mark Beaks.

The constant thorn in Fenton's side ever since they had met.

Fenton closed his eyes, his shoulders tensing, as he groaned inwardly. He knew that voice all too well. Seeing that the teller was still busy typing away at her computer, Fenton knew he didn't have much of a chance to avoid the parrot behind him for very long.

"Just don't acknowledge him" he muttered to himself.

"Umm...hey!" called the voice again.

Still refusing to turn around, Fenton plucked a brochure that was sitting next to the teller's stall and began rifling through it for something to do.

He heard the soft taps of talons on marble flooring. Then came the tap to Fenton's shoulder which caused the scientist to jump ever so slightly. "Heeeeyy, amigo! You're not like, ignoring me, are you!?"

Finally having enough, Fenton turned on his heel and confronted the billionaire. "We're not amigos, Beaks."

Mark, dressed in his usual blue hoodie and dress pants, had his eyes glued to his phone, as always. He didn't seem at all phased by Fenton's comment. "Hold on, one second-!" He quickly turned and lifted his phone upwards.

There was a soft click and Fenton knew exactly what that meant.

"Bank selfiiiieeee!" cried Mark excitedly. Fenton was just glaring into the camera. He lowered his phone and turned back to Fenton, his fingers never stopping from their constant typing. "Ugh! I'm so glad you're here-"

Fenton, who glanced back at the teller and gave her the information she needed to continue, turned back with a frown. He interrupted Mark, not caring if he was still talking. "What ARE you doing here, Beaks?"

Mark leaned in close and wrapped an arm around Fenton's shoulder, which instantly caused the scientist to start wriggling his way out from Mark's grasp. "Well, I'll tell you, my friend! Can you actually believe that this bank is INSISTING I come down here in PERSON to do my banking!?" He paused and saw Fenton's deadpan expression. He continued, "I mean, come on! It's ME! Mark Beaks, baby! They should know who I am and the very fact that they are making me come down here for-"

Fenton sighed, not wanting to hear the rest. "You saw me walking in and so you came in to talk to me. Stop trying to lie to me." He turned back to the teller, though continued speaking to Mark. "Especially after you bragged like no other about your very own online currency. What is it? The Beaks Coin? Pfft."

Mark finally stopped typing on his phone and was now blinking owlishly at Fenton. After a moment he cooed, "Aww, you DO listen to me when I talk to you!" The fact that Fenton had just tried to insult him didn't seem to register at all.

Fenton groaned and rolled his eyes.

"So, listen..." began Mark.

Fenton did quite the opposite, actually, thanks to the great timing of the teller who was now asking him a few questions in regards to his new savings account.

Mark blinked and watched as the exchange took place. He glanced around uncertainly and took note of the other people in the bank. It was as though he didn't know what to do with himself in such a public setting. He tapped a finger on the back of his phone before glancing back down at it. He then looked to Fenton, who's back was still facing him. Turning, Mark turned and raised his arm up in the air to take another selfie; making sure Fenton was in the background. He also made sure he was pouting in the photo.

Straightening himself and lowering the phone, he muttered, "Hashtag...when your boo ignores you..." With a final tap, he sent it out to the world, beaming proudly.

"Thank you, ma'am" Fenton was saying. "Yes, that is the amount I wish to put in there for now."

Marks sighed dramatically. "Are you done yet?"

"Done? With what? Your selfish, childish, and arrogant antics? YES! Now leave me alone!" snapped Fenton. He set the brochure back with the rest of them and now that his transaction with the teller was done, he planned to run for his life in hopes to get away from Mark. He pushed past Mark, who was staring at him with curiosity.

A moment later, Mark was snapping out of his thoughts and trying his best to keep up with Fenton's long quick strides out of the bank. Just as Fenton pushed open the glass doors to the bank, Mark began saying, " Wait, wait, wait. Let me make sure I'm understanding this!" He gave a squeak when he nearly ran into a pedestrian walking down the sidewalk.

Fenton kept on walking, determined not to let Mark get to him. He walked across the street without looking back to see if Mark was even following him. He had a feeling he was.

Mark let out another shout of alarm when a car flew down the road and nearly hit him when he tried to go after Fenton. "Ahhhh!" He glared at the car as it got smaller in the distance. "Hey! I'm WALKING here!" He turned and saw that Fenton was no longer in sight. "H-Hey! Wait, come back!"

Fenton had turned right down another into an alleyway in a desperate hope that Mark would lose track of him. He knew thanks to his police officer M'ma that this was one of the safer alleyways in Duckburg. His heart kept beating in his chest and he willed his anxiety levels to settle. Just being near Mark Beaks set his nerves on edge. Blame it on the attempts to take the Gizmosuit from him. He could still feel the dread and fear and pain of being underneath Mega Beaks after being punched in the face. The crippling betrayal he felt towards Gandra Dee for tricking him into getting the Gizmosuit pass code.

If he never saw Mark Beaks again, it would be far too soon, in Fenton's opinion.

"HEY!"

Fenton shouted in alarm and fell over backwards as the face of Mark Beaks came into view. Falling onto the hard cement side walk, Fenton could only look up and gawk when he saw Mark standing before him. "H-How did you-!?" He glanced back to where he knew he'd left Mark behind in traffic.

Mark chuckled. "OH! Riiiight! I called and had my scooter delivered directly to me so that I could catch up with you" he replied nonchalantly as though it was the most natural response in the world. "It's amazing how fast my employees will come and bring me stuff! Ahh, I love being a billionaire!"

Fenton glanced down at Mark's talon feet and saw that he was in fact standing on his little two wheel hands-free scooter. He groaned and stood up before dusting himself off.

"What do you want, Beaks?" groaned Fenton.

Mark, once again typing on his phone, switched to typing with one hand and pointed the other at Fenton. "YOU!"

Fenton blinked, then glared. "I don't have the Gizmosuit with me. And for the record, Dr. Gearloose and I changed the settings on the pass code, so even if you stole it from me or used nanotechnology again, it wouldn't work for you."

Mark shook his head. "No, no, mi amigo! You're not listening to me!" He leaned down since his scooter made him seem taller. "I didn't say anything about the gizmosuit. I was talking about YOU!"

"Me?" squeaked Fenton, taking a step back.

Mark nodded. "Uh huh! That's right! You, mi amigo!" he laughed and tapped his palm to his forehead. "I mean, duh! I've been having such a brain spazz this WHOLE time! I shouldn't have been paying any attention to Gizmoduck-I should have been paying attention to YOU!" He turned to Fenton with wide excited eyes which only made Fenton more nervous. "You're the guy in the suit! There is no Gizmoduck without YOU, baby!"

Fenton nodded and looked away, tapping his fingers in front of him anxiously. "Right. I'm still not sure what you want from me."

"I want us to hang out!" cried Mark exuberantly. "I Want to get to know you! I mean, I know I was little obsessed with the gizmosuit- But every time I see you-I don't know-it's hard to explain...I just get more and more curious about you and I just-I think we would work well together!"

Eyes widening at all the implications he was hearing, Fenton began shaking his head and stepping backwards; his hands up in alarm. "No. No, no, no, no! You can forget it, Beaks! I want nothing to do with you! I don't want to see you! I don't want to talk to you! I don't even want to be in the same proximity as you! Do you have any idea the trouble you have caused me!?"

"Oh. Is this about the Mega Beaks, thing? Um, right. Yeah, it'd be best if we just forget about that. Even I'll admit, that was not one of my finer moments..." He glanced at his nails, appearing bored with the conversation.

"'Not one of your FINER moments!?'" exclaimed Fenton incredulously. "Do you even know how to apologize!?"

Mark scoffed. "Uh, YEAH!" He shrugged. "That's what I'm doing right now! I'm putting it all behind us and starting over! By spending time with you!"

"That's not how apologies work!" snapped Fenton impatiently. "Ugh, why am I even wasting my time!?" He tried walking around Mark, but the parrot only used his scooter to stop him in his tracks.

"Okay, okay. I'm sensing this isn't going well."

Fenton rolled his eyes.

"But hear me out-We've been wasting our time with the Gizmosuit! That's old news! That's so yesterday's memes! We need to look towards our future!" He leaned down once more and grabbed one of Fenton's hands, pulling it up close to his chest. Fenton immediately pulled his hand back defensively. Mark seemed saddened by this yet continued to hold his own hand to his chest.

"We have no future, Beaks! I work for McDuck Enterprises and I'm not about to start working for Waddle of all places!" argued Fenton.

Mark leaned back until he was standing straight on his scooter. He glanced down at his phone as though it would show him the answers he was looking for. When he clearly wasn't seeing what he wanted to see, he looked back down to Fenton. "Work for Waddle? What are you talking about?"

Exasperated beyond belief, Fenton replied with annoyance, his arms gesturing wildly, "What am I-!? Well-You're talking about 'our future'! How else am I supposed to take that!? That can only mean you want me to come work for your company-" He stomped his foot down. "Which is NEVER happening! You have a better chance of orbiting the Earth in under thirty seconds than seeing ME work for Waddle!" He paused before adding sheepishly, "Again." He had nearly forgotten the very short amount of time he had technically been on the payroll of Waddle before things quickly went haywire.

Fenton was surprised when he heard Mark begin to laugh and watched as the taller of the two began to hold onto his side with laughter.

"What's so funny!?" he demanded.

"You! You're funny! Wow, I really didn't think you'd ever be this funny!"

Fenton just waited, half tempted to try ditching him again; but he knew as long as Mark had his scooter, he wouldn't be able to outrun him.

After recovering from his amusement, Mark ran a hand through his head feathers and smiled down at Fenton. "I don't want you to work at Waddle. I want something even BETTER!"

Fenton said nothing, not liking where this was going at all.

Mark stepped off his scooter and there was a part of Fenton that wanted to jump on it and take off. But Mark was blocking him from ever letting that happen. Before he could think much further on an escape route, he found himself stepping back until he was up against the brick wall of the building. Mark was so close to him. Uncomfortably close.

Fenton tensed up as Mark moved in close; so close that his beak was millimeters from Fenton's ear. "I want to date you."

Fenton's eyes widened. "WHAT!?"

"And before you go accusing me of using this as some other publicity stunt-let me just tell you: it's not. I mean, sure, I'll be able to USE it for that reason, but that's not the sole reason" explained Mark.

"Please don't get so close to me" Fenton found himself whispering.

Mark leaned back a little and watched him carefully.

Feeling the need to defend himself, Fenton went on, "You're crazy, you know that? You can't just-After all the things you've done to me-!" He couldn't even finish his sentences, he was that frustrated. "You can't expect me to believe a single word that comes out of your mouth!"

Mark pushed himself forwards, leaning over and placing a hand on both sides of Fenton, caging him in against the brick wall. "Well, believe it, baby! You've grabbed my attention! I've finally seen what's under that gizmo suit and I'm fascinated by what I see! I was blinded before by all the power and technology when really I should have just been looking at you! You're the one who makes it all happen!" He moved his hand so that he could take a finger and gently caress the side of Fenton's feathered cheek.

Fenton flinched at the touch.

"Fenton Crackshell" whispered Mark.

"Cabrera" Fenton said automatically.

"Huh?"

"Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera" said Fenton as he avoided making eye contact with Mark. He hated how close the parrot was to him. "That's my full last name."

Mark made a bored face. "Whatever. Details."

Fenton opened his mouth to refute but Mark beat him to it.

"So? What do you say, amigo? It would be so great- the two of us! The world would never know what hit them! We'd make the ulimate power couple! My charismatic genius and your scientific know-how! There isn't anything we couldn't do!"

Having heard enough, Fenton finally used all the self defense lessons his M'ma had ingrained into his brain since he could walk and shoved Mark off of him. He jerked his knee up which nailed Mark right in the hip, causing Mark to cry out in pain and nearly fall over.

"Forget it, Beaks! I'm not interested!" He began storming off down the alley.

Clearly oblivious to it all, Mark titled his head to his side once he recovered and watched Fenton walk away. "What's wrong? Am I coming on too strong? I know it's pretty intimidating to imagine dating me, but I mean-come on!"

Fenton just continued walking, not wanting to hear anymore nor spend anymore time with the billionaire.

Realizing that Fenton was still walking away from him, the spoiled parrot narrowed his eyes. "Don't think this is the last time you've heard from me, Gizzy! You WILL be mine! You'll see! The world will love us!"

Now on the other side of the alley, Fenton closed his eyes and shuddered. He would definitely have to speak to his M'ma about a restraining order if this was going to be a new normal for Mark.

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"Ugh, I swear, Lil' Bulb, you go through more light bulbs than I can keep up with" grumbled Gyro Gearloose as he opened a drawer from his work desk.

Lil' Bulb waved its tiny arms back and forth indignantly.

With a huff, Gyro countered back, "Yes, yes! I get it!" He pulled out one of the right bulbs for his little creation and began screwing it on Lil' Bulb's body. "Just try not to burn out this one too quickly! I need to re-stock if this is going to be a new thing for you."

He shut the drawer shut as Lil' Bulb adjusted its new head.

The sound of the lab's elevator doors opening and closing echoed through the underwater lab. Gyro glanced over to see who it was. "Ahh, so my intern decided to come back from his lunch break after all. How marvelous!" he called out sarcastically.

Fenton walked into the lab, his expression showing just how tired he was feeling. He smiled wanly at Gyro.

Seeing Fenton's detached attitude, Gyro raised an eyebrow at him as he crossed his arms. "What's with you?"

"Mark Beaks" was all Fenton had to say.

Gyro rolled his eyes and raised a hand. "Say no more. I now completely understand why you look like you're dead on your feet." He walked over to the little kitchenette they had set up in the far corner of the lab; farthest away from any of their projects. He began clicking buttons so that fresh coffee could be made. "I normally don't recommend coffee at this hour of the day, but it sure looks like you could use it. What did he want this time, might I ask? Gizmoduck again?"

Fenton shook his head, having followed the tall chicken over to the kitchenette. "I wish..."

Gyro frowned at him.

Fenton mumbled something in Spanish as he stepped up to Gyro and boldly lent into him.

"I know many languages, however, I am sad to say Spanish is not one of them. Care to repeat that? Preferably in English." Though his demeanor was not overly warm and welcoming as he stood there stiffly next to the kitchenette, Gyro did not push away the smaller duck. He allowed Fenton to push himself closer until his arms were around the head scientist's thin waist. Gyro raised his hand and began running it through Fenton's brown hair feathers.

"I think he's stalking me..." mumbled Fenton after a moment.

Gyro let out a small grunt of annoyance. "Great. Just what we need. I'm sure he's after the latest tech for the Gizmoduck suit. Probably hoping he can hack into the mainframe-Not that he would be able to now that I've modified-"

"He says he's not after the suit" interrupted Fenton. "He says he's interested in me..."

The hand in Fenton's hair froze in mid motion.

Lil' Bulb, who had been standing on the floor listening, raised a hand before stepping away. A moment later he returned with a hammer and began holding it threateningly as a warning to Mark.

"I was not expecting to hear that..." admitted Gyro quietly.

"I think I'm going to start packing my lunch. I don't want to go out and about in town by myself for a while, if that's okay" said Fenton, his head resting on Gyro's shoulder.

"Why are you saying that like you're asking for my permission?" Gyro pulled away so that he could turn properly to Fenton. Fenton, his arms now empty, fiddled with his hands in front of him.

Fenton shrugged. "I don't know. I guess Beaks just kinda set my nerves on edge."

Looking very much out of place, Gyro glanced back and forth as though looking for the right thing to say. "Well, perhaps it's time I start taking proper lunch breaks." Trying his best to act as though he didn't care, he added, "You keep complaining that I don't eat enough, anyways and you also keep chattering in my ear about how amazing that new Japanese restaurant is. Well, I'll be the judge of that! I used to live in Japan! I'll tell you if its good or not!"

Fenton smiled at him, knowing how much it meant for Gyro to offer something like that. "Thank you, Gyro." He leaned up on the tips of his webbed feet and kissed Gyro on the cheek. "We can compromise. Make out a schedule. I wouldn't want to make you leave the labs every day for lunch on MY account! Especially when we have time sensitive projects to deal with."

The faintest of blushes had appeared on Gyro's cheeks the moment Fenton had kissed him. The tall genius refused to look at his paramour; insisting on maintaining his calm and collected exterior. "Well, if you insist.." he huffed.

They both turned their gaze to Lil' Bulb, who was still holding and occasionally swinging the hammer it had found. Fenton shook his head with a smile before reaching down and taking the hammer from it. The coffee machine chimed to inform them that the coffee was done.

"I'm thinking about talking to ma'ma about getting a restraining order..."

Gyro didn't say anything.

"You should have seen him, Gyro. He chased after me-or rather, followed me on his scooter. Don't really think that qualifies as proper 'chasing'. But...If he continues to act like he did today..." He trailed off. "If he acted the way he did with the Gizmoduck suit, I'd hate to think how he'd be if started acting that way with me..."

Gyro nodded. "Agreed. We'll need to be careful. I'll ask Mr. McDuck if he would increase security as well. Shouldn't be hard, seeing how much he hates Beaks."

Fenton stepped forward and pulled Gyro close. "Sorry, I know we should be working, but could you just hold me for a bit?"

Very slowly, long lanky arms wrapped around Fenton and held him close. They hadn't been dating long. No more than a year. Some would say that's a long time, but Gyro had said from the start that he would need time. Fenton has given him plenty of time. They were now at a comfortable place where they could reach each other fairly well. Support each other when they needed it. Knew when to get closer and when to back off.

"I suppose so" replied Gyro, though there was hardly any bite or sarcasm to it. If anything, he pulled Fenton closer. He stared off over top Fenton's head. "Just know, Fenton...I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Gyro."

The two of them stood there for several long minutes before they realized that Lil' Bulb had found and turned on a screw driver and was now running around the lab with it; effectively bringing them back to reality.

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Author's Notes: So, this is an add-on to my one-shot "Unwanted Attraction". I guess I'm making it into an actual story after all. This is all I have so far. I even added the one-shot into this so that everyone knows they're connected. The first scene is a flash of the future. Something that is to come. The rest of the story will be in present time (the last two scenes). So, you'll get to see how Fenton winds up trapped in that apartment suite. Let me know what you all think! -EricaX