Chapter 3

"Morgan, Rigby, you two take the trash to the dump."

Day 3 of the transformation and no one had noticed. The duo decided not to tell Skips, but the yeti wasn't as fooled as the others. Just one glance at this new employee had him going "oh great", but he didn't tell anyone else of what he had to deal with for the next month: finding an antidote. Mordecai and Rigby laughed to themselves at their friends' obliviousness and Rigby went along with the whole ordeal, with Mordecai having to act more feminine but constantly needing to avoid Bensons flirting every so often. Despite the annoyance of the constant reminder that his boss had fallen for what he thought was a girl, Mordecai was hoping that this potion didn't wear off for a long time, just 'cause he loved how clueless everyone was. Besides, he wanted to see how long this could carry on till someone else actually started asking questions.

When Benson had gone inside, the two stood and grabbed three bags each and threw them in the back of the park truck. After getting into their seats and buckling up, Mordecai slammed his foot on the pedal and drove, with Rigby holding in a laugh, drove to the dump, the bags jumping around in the back.

Skips watched the truck go, a rake clutched in his hand. He shook his head. I'll tell them tomorrow, he thought, then turned and skipped away.


Mordecai picked up another trash bag and hauled it onto the growing pile of garbage. He bent down to grab another one, but when he saw Rigby going through his bag instead of chucking it on the pile, he frowned and straightened. The raccoon was standing in the heap with his head in the hole of the trash bag.

"Dude," he said, "what're you doing?"

Rigby looked up, pausing his scavenging, "Just goin' through the trash," he answered simply, then went back to the job.

Mordecai jumped off the truck and walked over, careful not to get his shoes wet, "Why?"

"'Cause there's always something in-this looks interesting!" Rigby shifted backward and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper. With a smile, he started to unroll it, but Mordecai snatched it off him. Rigby was startled for a moment, but when it wore off, he looked up, this time frowning.

"Rigby, we are not here to go through the trash," Mordecai lectured, "we've gotta do our.-" He stopped short when his eyes caught the ball of paper in his hand. A red heart made him bring the paper in front of himself. With curiosity, he started to unroll it. Silence fell across the two as Rigby waited to see what was on the paper.

Mordecai uncurled the last fold and when he saw what was drawn on the paper, his jaw dropped and he suddenly felt very creeped out.

Rigby looked at him, getting impatient, "What? What's on it?"

Mordecai shut his mouth and raised the paper up. He turned it over for the raccoon to see and Rigby almost burst into laughter at what he saw.

"Oh. My. Love!" Rigby yelled out and fell into the rubbish. He started to laugh just like he had when Mordecai had turned into a girl only a couple days ago.

Mordecai glared at him, but his expression changed when he looked at the drawing again. It was a picture of Mordecai (Morgan) drawn in her outfit with small hearts drawn all around. In the right hand corner were the words "Morgan and Benson 4Ever" surrounded by a large red heart.

Mordecai shook his head, "Oh man," he muttered, "Benson's really got it bad."


Mordecai didn't discard the drawing surprisingly. He wanted to confront Benson about it, which seemed like a good idea when he was walking down the hall towards the office, but now he didn't think so. When he felt the ball of paper in his pocket, he set his jaw hard and continued down the hall. No, I have to do this, he thought, what if Benson has a shrine in his apartment of me? That last one made Mordecai cringe.

He knocked on the door, a "come in" soon following. Mordecai pushed the wood open and when he saw Benson at his desk doing paperwork, he felt the sudden urge to whirl around and go back to bed, but he took a deep breath and ignored that little voice in his head, approaching the desk.

"Benson," Mordecai started. Benson looked up when he heard the voice and very slightly, his expression softened, relaxed, and even though it was so so subtle, Mordecai noticed and it made him want to puke. Swallowing it down, he continued, "Listen, um, when me and Rigby were, um, throwing the rubbish bags in the dump, we..." His words stopped forming and he was short of breath. As if on cue, the conveyor belt got moving when he dug his hand in the pocket, "We found..." his voice trailed off as he pulled the ball of paper out and held it out of him, "this."

Clearly, Benson didn't recognize it, "What is it?"

Mordecai swallowed and he started to unroll it for the second time. When he'd done, he took another breath and placed it on the desk. Now Benson realized. He stared at it and Mordecai stood back, clasping his hands. He was doing that a lot lately.

Benson slowly looked up and a really heavy blush was on his cheeks, "Oh, um..." Was it always this hot in here? "I...um...yeah, that was um..." Benson ran out of words to say.

Mordecai glanced from the drawing to his boss. An explanation wasn't needed obviously. It was all in black and white right there. Or...red and pink if you like. Still, Mordecai just wanted to see what Benson would say about this. Seeing the gumball machine wasn't going to say another word, Mordecai decided to speak.

"Um...yeah, Rigby found that, not me. So...yeah, it's kinda his fault that-" he cleared his throat, "that your secret's..." He went quiet, "revealed."

Benson fell silent. He picked up the drawing and stared at it, thus proceeding the longest 10 seconds of Mordecai's life. Then, finally, Benson lowered the drawing back on the desk. He suddenly became all serious and this surprised Mordecai 'cause the blush was just wiped from his cheeks.

"Look, I'm really sorry that you had to see that, but I just want to apologize, since you're new and all..."

This awkward apology from his boss just made Mordecai want to either run out the room, die on the spot or confess that he was actually a dude. The latter would've been the worst option, since it would've made Benson feel more like an idiot, so Mordecai was happy that the little voice decided to come back and he just stayed still, letting the awkwardness consume him.

"...So you can go back to bed now, and I'll just dispose of this..." As Benson spoke, he grabbed the paper, rolled it up and threw it in the bin beside his desk.

Mordecai let himself relax at seeing the drawing in the bin and he unclasped his hands, which had gotten sweaty in that long moment. He turned to go, hoping to escape the room before Benson said something else and he exited the office, his stomach doing somersaults when he felt a pair of eyes burn his back.