Jasper is Captain Hammer, Lapis is Penny, and Peridot is Dr Horrible. I had the rest planned out and ready to go but I just lost steam. If anyone ~really~ wants me to finish this, let me know I guess. GO WATCH DR HORRIBLE’S SING ALONG BLOG
No context will be given. Go watch Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog!
full disclaimer: these sketches were directly referenced from screencaps, poses and bgs were loosely traced over said screencaps. I wanted it to be as close as possible.
The afternoon light falls gently into the gym, the heat of the morning receding as the wind brings freshness from the sea, salty air flooding through the opened windows. Magnus puts the last blanket on the foot of a yoga mat and walks to the middle of the circle, lighting a candle set in a wide vase filled with sand. Relaxing music is softly playing in the background, and Magnus takes a deep breath. It’s still half an hour until his course starts, but it’s the day after the new arrivals, and he makes sure to be ready early for the questions that his new clients often prefer to ask before other entrants arrive.
Magnus loves his job: the beautiful view of the rolling hills that he has through the large windows in this room, his colleagues – medical and non-medical ones alike – and the clients, of course, who come here to recover from illnesses that disrupted their lives, trying to find themselves, mourning the innocence and old ease they lost, and revive what’s possible, creating new patterns on the way.
Magnus stretches his body and rolls his shoulders. The stiffness from a night spent on his sofa instead of his comfortable bed still plagues him after a morning round of pushing middle-aged women through a jazz choreography and taming a swarm of toddlers in his early dance education class. It’s fun, most days, but the afternoon will be different, and he’s looking forward to it.
He loves working here. It’s taxing but so worth it. He never thought he’d find something that would fulfil him the way his past profession did. The dancing classes pay for his bills, but this here is a labour of love, the part of his life that makes everything – even the shitty days away from the city he loves – worth it. It’s not home, but it’s safe. And that’s what he needs the most.
He walks into the space to the side of the circle that is purposefully left open for the exercises he planned for today. He moves to the music, his body flowing easily with the rhythm. There are no jumps, no pirouettes, no need to look strong and pretty. He gives himself to the music for a few long minutes, until a slight cough pulls him out of his trance.
He swirls around, the move elegant and graceful. He has a warm smile playing on his lips, ready to ease the concerns and doubts of whoever came early to put out feelers if this is the right place to start their recovery journey.
It’s only thanks to decades of perfecting the control of his body that the start ripping through him as he looks at the source of the sound doesn’t let him end up on his bottom. The man standing just inside his room is breathtaking.
‘Who are you?’ Magnus thinks, flooded by a curious pull tugging on his senses. He stops himself from indulging in it. This man might be a new colleague he hasn’t met yet or a client looking for directions. It’s easy to lose oneself in the long corridors and different wings of the building. So he rights his clothes in an attempt to straighten his thoughts and asks, “How can I help you, sir?”
The man blushes adorably, a shy smile growing on his face. The stranger considers the set-up, and Magnus uses the moment to let his eyes run over him. He’s handsome, his dark hair an adorable mess, his jaw sharp with a scruff to die for. Magnus suppresses a sigh and blinks himself out of the staring, just in time for it not to be noticed. At least, he hopes he managed that.
“Um… is this the dance therapy class?” the stranger asks.
Magnus nods. “Yes. But it’s still twenty minutes until we start. Are you looking for someone?”
“Yeah,” the beautiful man chuckles. “You. I first didn’t want to come, even though a friend of mine highly recommended it. I wasn’t sure if I fit in here, but then I saw that you’re a man, and I thought, if I’m not the only one, then…” he trails off and moves his arms behind his back, keeping them there. He looks like a relaxed soldier, Magnus thinks, if there’s even such a thing.
“Oh, you wanna join?” Magnus asks, delight spreading on his face. He barely has men attending. It’s likely because the clinic management is a bit old-school and advertises his courses mostly to women. They’re probably worried that Magnus’ optics might confuse fragile men, who think of all of this as unmasculine. As if men wouldn’t carry the need to be home in their bodies and feel themselves, too.
“Yes. My table neighbour Maia raved about how incredible you are,” the client says rolling on the balls of his feet.
Magnus smiles. Maia is here for the second time. She’s a strong woman, a fighter. He likes her.
“I’m glad she did. What’s your name, darling?” Magnus asks.
“A-Alec,” the man stutters, quirking a crooked smile.
“Oh, that’s a lovely name. I’m Magnus, but you probably already knew that,” he says and stretches out his hand. Alec’s is cold and bony in his own, but his grip is firm and the touch lingers for a long moment. He smiles shyly, and Magnus curses the butterflies storming his stomach. Really? After all this time, and then with a client?
“Um… will the others… will the women feel comfortable with me in the room?” Alec asks, nervously pinching the flesh between his thumb and pointer. Magnus squeezes his arm, hoping to ease the tension. Alec relaxes under the touch. Magnus can’t help but feel a little smug about it.
“Those who come are comfortable with me, so I doubt there’ll be any problems. We sometimes talk about personal stuff, which can be very intimate regarding why you all are here. But everything that happens in this room, stays in this room.”
“Like with Vegas,” Alec chuckles.
“Oh, nothing stays in Vegas, darling. No matter what they told you, we’re all chatterboxes. I could tell you stories from my time there,” Magnus smirks and gives him a wink.
“You were in Vegas?” Alec asks, curiosity lacing the words.
Magnus grins. “Yes, as a dancer.”
Alec’s mouth falls open. “I… I thought no dance experience is needed for this course. I haven’t busted a move in ages,” he stutters, eyes flickering through the room.
Magnus chuckles. “No worries, darling. I have a background as a professional dancer, but this here is more about natural movement and ensconcing oneself in one’s body. There is no wrong or right way to do it. It’s about feeling yourself, observing the movements inside and outwards, about being home in your own body.”
Alec huffs a mirthless laugh and runs a hand over his neck. “Yeah. I guess I could need that. Not sure if I’ll ever be.”
Magnus smiles at him warmly. “I’m sure you’ll make some progress.”
Alec nods. “Maybe I finally will… with your help,” he says, a blush spreading from the tip of his ears to under the neckline of his shirt. Magnus wonders where it ends, but he’s a professional, and he managed to go through one and a half years without falling for a patient, despite many trying to seduce him. He’s a natural flirt with everyone, but he’s not one to use people in vulnerable situations. His time of sleeping around with strangers is long gone. That was more self-harm than anything anyway. He’s good and has everything he needs. Still, Alec tickles his fancy in long-forgotten ways. But it surely is only a superficial crush. He’ll be over it soon.
I FINALLY WATCHED GODZILLA VS. KONG & I came back for my gijinka D&D/fantasy kaiju series again to draw our best monke, Kong!!
My design for Kong is inspired by Melanesian people, Micronesian clothing, Jabari tribe (Wakanda), and Iwi tribe from his homeland, Skull Island. Stay tuned for more kaiju art!
AndFEEL FREE to cosplay, make fanart and fanfics of my design as long as you credit me.
Two weeks ago, John helped Rose move into her new flat. Today, they’re about to meet for the first time. In which Rose’s faulty memory gives them a second chance at a first meeting.
This is for @doctorroseprompts prompt of the Doctor helping Rose move into her new flat, but Rose not remembering that meeting at all. It is also based on the way my parents met, and is dedicated to them on the occasion (last Sunday) of their 40th wedding anniversary.
Thanks to @lastbluetardis for looking over my early draft and helping me with a few things.
John froze just inside the laundry room door when he realised the room was already occupied. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Rose Tyler, or resented time spent with her. The exact opposite, actually. He’d met Rose the day she moved in and been instantly smitten with her.
Her teasing smile and warm greeting when he’d bumped into her on the stairs as she carried a load of things to her new flat had drawn him in. Before he knew it, he’d shelved his own admittedly lacklustre plans for the day in favour of helping her move in.
Over the next few hours, he’d discovered that in addition to being gorgeous, Rose was clever with a sharp wit that more than matched his own. They’d traded so many jokes and puns that her mum had muttered something under her breath about “not knowing she was there for comedy hour.”
It had been the best day of his month, but apparently it hadn’t made any impact on Rose at all. He hadn’t seen her for the rest of the week, and when they bumped into each other on the stairs the next weekend, she’d simply nodded at him, then walked past him to collect her post.
The contact on her phone stared back at her. Not for the first time she actually kind of questioned contacting him. If her dad found out, he’d be so disappointed . But it wasn’t like she was calling him instead because she hated her dad! He could just be… Well. Embarrassing. A bit much. Over protective. Not saying he wasn’t, too. He was just less so. Maybe it was his nephew’s influence vs her being her dad’s only child, but oftentimes he was simply more willing to trust that she could handle herself. He was less likely to jump in unnecessarily than her dad was. Which was exactly what she wanted for this school trip.
Hey Perry | I need a favour |
| ?
Can you pretend to be my dad for a school field trip? |
Not like it’d be hard , Vanessa thought as she tapped the side of her phone, waiting for his reply. Over the years, staying with her dad and Perry slowly went from ‘dealing with my dad and his nemesis’ to ‘dealing with my two dads and their weird career choices’. Not that she’d tell them that. No, she’d let them figure that stuff out on their own. Her hands were washed of at least that part of their insanity.
| Dr. D?
He’s fine |
But mom is busy |
And you /know/ how dad is |
He can be so embarrassing and over protective and just |
So much |
And its just for a small school trip! Were going out of danville and i know hed be so much more protective |
She could practically see Perry raise his eyebrow at her, so she tacked on a hopeful ‘Please, perry?’
| What day?
Vanessa brightened up, smiling at her phone. Thank god. Now she’d just have to tell her teachers that her otherdad is coming with. And with what happened last year, they’ll probably be too relieved to question it. The small pros of having your dad swear vengeance on cows during a field trip. She quickly sent him the dates so he could ask off.
With that done, she let herself finally focus on the rest of the planning. Or, packing. She’d gotten her mom to sign off on this trip before she contacted Perry. Since she washer original go-to. Unfortunately she was unable to go. It’ll be interesting to see Perry as a school field trip chaperone. Maybe she could get him to show her places other than the ones the school took them to. There’s no way the secret agent hasn’t been to Washington before.
“Mr. Perrin Fletcher?” The short, stocky teacher looked at her clipboard then up at the both of them under her glasses. “Isn’t that a different last name from your father’s?”
Vanessa shrugged. “Work related reasons. With my dad being a scientist he didn’t want to confuse the scientific community with a name change in case he made some big discovery or anything.” She waved her hands in a half approximation of jazz hands and rolled her eyes like she thought it was dumb.
The teacher hummed, seeming to trust the reasoning, and moved on. Vanessa sighed with relief once the teacher was mostly out of sight. That wasn’t a question she’d actually planned for. It was almost weird to even have it questioned. Fletcher or Doofenshmirtz, Perry was as much a staple of her life as her dad was. To have it questioned was like being questioned if she was really related to her dad. Which… come to think of it, she has been. Huh. Suddenly some of the teachers she’s had feel a touch more rude and she narrows her eyes in annoyance. Perry sent her a questioning look that she waved away. “I’m fine, Perry.” An eyebrow was raised but he left it, which she appreciated. He grabbed her extra bag and led the way into the bus when the door opened. They ended up in the middle of the bus on the side diagonal to the door. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was strategic. The second they sat, Vanessa put her headphones in. Perry looked around a moment (definitely strategic) before he got his reading glasses and a book out.
A few hours later, they were in Washington and Vanessa wanted to stretch. Also eat. Neither Perry nor her brought food with them to eat on the bus, like the other students and parents had. (Both of them knew if her dad had known, he would’ve packed something for them and they silently mourned the loss together.) The second they got off Vanessa popped her back so loudly, Perry actually looked concerned.
“Alright, let’s get some food before we head to the hotel room,” Vanessa said and Perry easily agreed. They ended up in their room with taco bell.
The first day was nice, if a little boring. Though a highlight was definitely when Lacie told her ‘your dad doesn’t do much, does he?’ and she had to keep a straight face as she told her ‘no. no he doesn't’.
Thesecond day was where it got unexpectedly (which was really on Vanessa, she should expect this by now. Perry was just as much a weird magnet as her dad was.) exciting. The class had just separated to head to different smithsonians. Vanessa and Perry made their way to the American Art Museum. For the first half Vanessa got exactly what she’d expected. She appreciated and made fun of the art in equal measures. Next to her, Perry made some disapproving expressions with a half smile before he joined as well. (Modern art apparently was a joke goldmine for him.) Then a room caught her eye. More specifically, a person in the room. They looked familiar and she nudged Perry, gesturing subtlety to him when Perry looked up. It was great having someone for once who knew how to look without drawing attention.
There was a shorter man in the room (though Perry knew with slight distaste the man was taller than him), black hair tied up in a loose bun and dark eyes highlighted by dark circles that told of a lifetime of missed sleep. Or perhaps just a few weeks. He wasn’t in his normal black dress shirt and white tie but Perry recognized him easily. Years of OWCA training had him good with faces. Months of furious dislike followed by more months of much calmer dislike where they no longer tried to rip each other’s throats out when they met- okay, fine, Perry can admit perhaps eight times out of ten he was the one who started those fights. Of course the times when OWCA purposely assigned them together to help them work out their issues’ didn’t help.- made it much easier. Peter, code name: Panda. The third agent P. He squinted, annoyance crawling up his chest. When he’d agreed to accompany Vanessa for her trip to Washington, he knew there was a chance to run into him. It was low because Peter usually worked out of Seattle, but all of them moved around occasionally. They were secret agents, they didn’t only fight their scientists even if it was usually their main job. For the ones of them assigned a scientist, at least. Perry had really hoped they wouldn’t run into each other.
“You know him?” Vanessa whispered and Perry realized she must’ve caught his split second realization. A spark of pride welled in him. There were some newer recruits he knew that wouldn’t of caught that flicker of emotion cross his face. Though he tamped it down to shake his head. “Bullshit. You do . I swear I’ve seen him before, too.”
Perry frowned and tracked his memory. Had she seen him? Well, she’d been there for some of his own battles against Heinz. And… there were ones he didn’t see. Which means she could’ve met him and he didn’t know. Of course, if she did the lack of Heinz mentioning it at least meant that Vanessa didn’t join in even if she was there. While that no doubt disappointed Heinz, Perry couldn’t help but be happy by that. A light appeared in Vanessa’s eyes.
“Oooooh .” There was a smirk that Perry didn’t like. It reminded him of himself . “It’s that otheragent.”
His eyebrow twitched. Like a traitor, Vanessa laughed. Made fun of by his own fake daughter. He sighed.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t see much of him but I still think you’re cooler.” Vanessa winked at him and he couldn’t deny it made him feel a bit better. “Now let’s see what he’s doing.”
Quickly, Perry shook his head. This was not around where Peter lived (all agents lived in the same city as their assigned scientist) and he doubted Peter was here to appreciate the art. Which meant it had to be a mission. A non-Mystery related one, because while Perry could believe that Peter just liked the art, Mystery absolutely did not strike him as an art guy. Also because he’d remembered Pinky mentioning a recent string of art-thefts. Not only did he not want to interact with Peter in general, he didn’t think Heinz would like it if he got Vanessa involved in a more serious OWCA-related case.
“Come on, Perry, please ?” And Vanessa took a step toward the mostly-empty-room with Peter inside it. “Don’t you want to see what your rival is up to?” ‘Rival’ felt like it held the weight of multiple meanings; the way it was light and teasing but formed around a knowing smile with emphasis. Platonic- rival at work, during training, in the field. Romantic- rival in love. She continued her way backward until she turned on her heel and entered the room. Perry sighed and begrudgingly followed.
“Hey , Peter,” Vanessa whispered before she got too close to Peter. She’d already seen her dad surprise Perry once before. If Peter actually washalf as good as Perry, she wanted to announce her presence before his reflexes kicked in. The agent turned to her with an eyebrow raise. Only one swipe of his eyes and he let recognition show.
“Dr. Doofenshmirtz?”
“Not here.” Vanessa shook her head. A half-smile curled her lip. “I have a differentchaperone.”
Peter looked at her questioningly, no doubt concerned with her expression. The moment he noticed Perry behind her was clear. Annoyance flashed along dark eyes. The corner of his lip twitched downward for the barest second. It kinda reminded her of Lacie whenever she had to interact with someone she didn’t like in class. Except Lacie wasn’t an agent who professionally wiped those emotions off their face the second they occurred. Though she wondered if Peter ever complained about interacting with Perry to anyone. Maybe the Professor Mystery her dad had mentioned?
“Perry,” Peter said tartly. It sounded like cold professionalism and it kind of made Vanessa want to laugh. Especially when Perry nodded in the same way. She wondered if this was how they interacted at work.
“What are you doing here?” Peter asked.
Perry nodded slightly toward Vanessa. “ School trip ,” he signed, then pointed at Peter, his head tilted and an eyebrow raised.
Peter raised both eyebrows. “Mission. Classified.” It was easy to catch the smug ‘need to know basis’ undertone. Red-brown eyes narrowed in annoyance.
There was definitely a fight brewing between the agents. In the corner of her eye, Vanessa caught sight of a pair of twins she recognized. Unlike Perry and her, who decided on just walking around, it looked like their parents had gotten an actual tour guide. Some young adult who looked tired and definitely worked there. Who had the power to kick them out if they made a scene. While she hadled them here, that wasn’t something she wanted. There were still sections she wanted to be able to look at. Plus, she’d gotten the information she wanted. She grabbed Perry’s hand to pull him away. “Come on dad, let’s get back.”
A moment of confusion appeared on Peter before he smiled and let out half a laugh. “Have a good tour,” he said and turned away to leave through the door at the far end of the room, heading deeper into the museum.
“Hey Perry.” Perry looked over at her. “I know what we’re gonna do today.”
Perry shook his head. No, whatever it was it was dangerous, much as he did want to know what his supposed ‘classified’ mission was.
“I’m pretty sure Peter’ll hate it. Especially if we complete whatever mission it is first.”
… Vanessa was right. Peter would absolutely hate that. Fuck. “ Safely,” Perry signed firmly.
“Ofcourse ,” Vanessa said with a smile and maybe had she not been Dr. D’s daughter and clearly influenced by both the doctor and himself, he’d be more inclined to believe her. At least he knew just who to text for information. The second agent P.
The second he texted Pinky, asking what Peter’s mission was, the videocall rang. He frowned at the phone and answered. Immediately Pinky came into view, their long hair tied up in a ponytail and a tanktop on. Which meant Pinky was home and not at OWCA. Their laptop was in view, though the screen wasn’t.
“Why do you want to know?” Pinky leaned on a hand, half turned away from the laptop.
“We want to beat him to it,” Vanessa answered from behind him and he could see her popping into frame through the tiny box in the corner that showed him his own side of the call.
“Wait. Are you- Why are you even in Washington right now?”
For the second time that day, Perry signed “ School trip.”
Pinky’s eyebrow raised. “Is that your daughter?” There was no way Pinky didn’t know the answer to that. Their families were neighbors, after all. And close on top of that. Plus Perry had told Pinky enough about her that he knew they knew exactly who she was. He almost rolled his eyes at the question.
“Yep,” Vanessa said and Pinky smiled. Apparently the agent approved. On the other hand, Perry felt his face grow hot. It was one thing to pretend to be her dad for the school. It was another to have two people who knew he wasn’t her dad refer to him that way anyhow while they were fully alone. And even speaking on a secure channel. (Any electronic communication with Pinky was secure. The other agent had the of scrambling any and all lines- and doing it double when they were in contact with Perry. It was something he greatly appreciated about his friend.)
“Mission,” Perry cut in.
“Right,” Pinky gave him a shit-eating grin and he had the feeling Vanessa’s expression would be similar if he looked. He refrained. “I’ll look that up now. You remember my price?” Perry nodded with a sigh. He’d have to ask Linda to make another pie.
“Price?” Vanessa questioned.
“Of course,” Pinky flashed a smile toward Vanessa, only taking their eyes off the laptop for a moment. “I don’t normally do non-work related hacking and information gathering pro bono.”
Vanessa’s eyes widened and she glanced at Perry who didn’t even flinch. Hacking ? As far as she knew, Perry did some hacking. But if he was going to this agent they must be even better. And if they did work outsidethe OWCA, they were definitely better. “What’s your price? Do you teach?”
They looked over at her. “It depends on the job. Though Perry’s a friend, so I just get him to bring me food. I’ve taught my sobrina some but I’ve never taught anyone else. Why, looking for lessons?”
“Absolutely,” Vanessa said and Perry wasn’t very surprised. It wasn’t exactly a secret to him that Vanessa was interested in OWCA. From everything he’s seen from her over the years and everything he’s heard from Dr. D, he knew she’d be a good agent too. Though she hadn’t talked to Dr. D about it yet. That was one of those things Perry knew would lead to a discussion between them. Since that hasn’t happened, he knew she hadn’t told him yet. He looked from Vanessa to Pinky hacking into mission files beyond the screen. No doubt this would lead to that talk. Until then he’d be keeping a closer eye on Vanessa. There was no doubt in his mind she could do it and he’d be there for anything she needed. It kind of reminded him of training the new recruits. Except more important, somehow. Probably because it was Vanessa. Pinky said something, and Vanessa’s face lit up with interest. Perry wished Dr. D was here to see it.
“Remember those art thefts I’d told you about, Perry? The hired ones. Looks like our friend got assigned the mission to stop them,” Pinky said, phone already repositioned so they could look at their phone and laptop at the same time. “And the next painting is scheduled to be stolen tomorrow night. Before you ask, I found it. Among the Sierra Nevada, California .” The camera turned to show a painting. Large clouds and mist swirled over mountains. Multiple waterfalls spilled into a lake with deer at its grassy shore. Perry looked over to the painting they’d found Peter at, Vanessa doing the same. They were identical. According to the label it was made in London before touring through Europe, to St. Petersburg, and ultimately to America.
“Well, we don’t have to find it,” Vanessa said. Taking it as a cue, Perry turned the camera to show Pinky.
“Oh good. You guys got lucky, too. It was in storage last month,” Pinky said. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” Perry nodded his goodbye and Pinky hung up.
“So what now?” Vanessa asked. “Do we talk to the museum? Stake out the painting? Swap it with a fake?”
“Wait .” At this point, that was their best bet. They couldn’t talk to the museum. If asked, they couldn’t reveal where they’d gotten the knowledge and it could interfere with whatever Peter planned. While he was okay with having a one-sided competition with Peter, he wasn’t okay with compromising another agent’s mission. And he was certain Peter hadn’t told the museum either. “ Plan.”
“Hey, Monobrow,” Heinz tapped the screen and Monogram looked over. “Do you know where Perry the Platypus is?”
Monogram raised his monobrow. He didn’t even ask how the evil scientist acquired access to the screen. Later he’d have to get Carl to fix that. “He requested a few vacation days recently. As far as I know he left yesterday morning.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“… no real reason,” Heinz said, eyes briefly looking off screen. “When do you think he’ll be back?”
“In a few days, Heinz. No evil till then,” Monogram said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Heinz waved toward the screen. Then he shut it off. Apparently he’d have to find a way to entertain himself for a few days. Since Vanessa said she couldn’t come over and Perry was on vacation . Which was fine, the agent needed the rest. Hopefully he’d get some sleep . Something he’d love to get too, but he knew he was too wired for that. There was some cleaning he’d been putting off that he could get done today. And maybe tomorrow he could head to Washington. It’d been a while since he’d last had tea with Peter the Panda. He wondered how things were going with him and Mystery . He’d have to remember to call Peter later. Secret agent’s schedules could be so busy.
The next day after the smithsonian was interesting, if not very eventful. Though it was definitely fun. Even with Vanessa getting distracted occasionally, wondering how they’d deal with the theft set up for the night. Their class went to the zoo and broke into groups. Lacie and her aunt went with them. They walked around for hours. It was a bigger zoo than the one in Danville. Vanessa didn’t think they could see it all even if they had the full day. But they did see the ‘important’ exhibits.
(“Dad, platypi! Do you think you’re related to any of them?” Vanessa whispered at the platypus enclosure and Perry shot her an annoyed look that made her smile.)
(Perry nudged her with his elbow and when she looked, he pointed to her eyes and then one of the ocelots. She frowned at him. It was easy to translate- you have their eyes .
“I do not,” Vanessa said, glaring at his smirk.)
Eventually the day ended, though. Her classmates all went back to their small hotel rooms with their parents. And Vanessa and Perry snuck out for the museum.
It was dark inside. The museum had closed two hours ago. Perry took out his grappling hook and handed it to Vanessa to use. Since he only had one, one of them would have to climb the rope and he’d prefer it be him. She weighed it in her hand and smiled at him. Again, Perry wished Dr. D was here. It may not have been evil, but he knew his nemesis would’ve loved to see the light in his daughter’s eyes. When they got back he’d have to tell Dr. D about it. Of course, a few details would have to be left out but-
But he wouldn’t be able to tell Heinz anything. Because he’d feel terrible knowing that he missed a trip with his little girl. Perry didn’t regret going with Vanessa. Knowing that Dr. D didn’t get to go too hurt, though. How many pictures could Perry feasibly take to make it better? To make it like Dr. D had been there himself? He knew Dr. D wouldn’t complain or say it hurt, but could be take the edge off? He blinked and shook the thoughts away. Right now, they had a thief to stop. They had a plan to follow. Vanessa looked at him and when he nodded, she shot.
The grappling hook moved in a near perfect arc, up and up until it disappeared over the edge of the roof. Vanessa tightened it to make sure it stuck. Then she pressed the button and the rope pulled her up. Perry kept an eye on her as she went, ready to catch her in case anything happened. Thankfully nothing did. The rope came back down and he tested it before he shimmied his way up. They entered the museum through a vent and landed in the Lunder Conservation Center on the fourth floor, in the west wing. Down two floors in the east wing sat the painting. They’d have to go through at least three security locked doors to get there. Luckily, Perry had an all access badge. A badge that feasibly opened any and all doors that could be opened with a badge. There were two of them in existence. He’d helped Pinky make the badges a while back, when Pinky had been on their own non-owca mission. The Fireside Girls and Isabella had been in trouble then. Though they didn’t know it then nor would they ever. They’d managed to get the badges to work in under two hours.
He pressed the badge against the reader and for a second it flashed red before the light turned green and the lock clicked. Vanessa gave him a look as he opened the door. The badges were a secret between him and Pinky. With a wink he pressed a finger to his lips. She rolled her eyes and passed through before him. With a smile he followed. (Honestly, sometimes messing with Vanessa felt like messing with Candace. Though the pride he felt with her half annoyed reactions was often… stronger. He had a feeling he knew what that meant and he’s sure Vanessa knew too.)
The lights are off when they get to the landscape gallery and Perry gestured Vanessa to crouch as he did the same. From what Perry got last night, the security guard should still be on the first floor. But the security guard wasn’t all they had to watch for. There was the thief, and he didn’t know how Peter would get in. Maybe through the vents. For now, they would wait outside the door out of sight and watch and listen.
It’s when Vanessa shifts because her foot was falling asleep that something happens. A door opened quietly enough Perry almost missed it. He turned around just enough to see behind them and red-brown eyes met black ones. Looked like Peter found them first. Peter’s eyebrows lowered angrily and he crouched but that didn’t erase the annoyed set of his jaw or the stiffness of his spine.
“What are you doing here?” Peter hissed at him the second he was close enough to do so.
Perry gave him a thin smile and shrugged. Peter glared in return.
“This is not your mission. Leave,” Peter said. Beside Perry, Vanessa smothered a snort. Not well enough for Peter to miss it, though, given the brief glower. Perry himself had a brief war of reactions of laughing at that and sending Vanessa a quick but pointed glare. The glare won.
“You’re as bad as dad at doing what you’re told to,” Vanessa said, not looking apologetic or chastised in the slightest. Perry narrowed his eyes at her. But she was kind of right. Though he’d argue he’d gotten worse in the years (suspiciously close to when he’d been assigned Heinz).
“Take your daughter and leave me to my mission,” Peter repeated like they hadn’t said anything. They ignored him again, like he hadn’t said anything. There were footsteps that Perry could hear now, anyway. And they were running. Like a guard had noticed something and was making their way over, except Perry highly doubted it was a guard. Even when he saw the man running in a guard uniform. From the look Peter shot him, the other agent didn’t buy it either. After all, why would a night guard be running toward them? There had been no other set of footsteps. The night guard stopped, his heels skidding against the floor. Perry looked up from his spot on the floor, taking in his appearance. The man was tall- taller than average- and lanky. Though the guard’s hat obscured his eye colour, it did not obscure his monkey face or his dark sideburns.
“Fellas,” the guard said. “What are you doing here?”
Peter shared a look with Perry before answering. “Official business.”
“Oh, official, huh?” The guard said as he rocked back on his heels. Perry got the feeling that if he’d been chewing gum in that moment, he would’ve popped it. “Then why don’t I know about it?”
Both Perry and Peter narrowed their eyes at him. From the beginning Perry guessed he wasn’t the real guard. That just confirmed it for him. There was no way Peter wouldn’t follow proper mission protocol, especially informing the museum of the stakeout. “Because you don’t work here,” Peter said.
The guard raised his eyebrows and looked from his guard uniform- the same uniform they’d seen the guards the day before were wearing- and the three of them. Peter in his black and white suit and fedora; Perry in the darkest shirt he’d packed along with his own fedora; Vanessa in her usual all black, though she’d traded out the dress for pants. None of them dressed like they worked there. Or in clothes that would exactly denote them as doing something ‘official’. Especially for a museum. Though out of all of them, Vanessa’s probably read most as ‘possible thief’. So there was that. Apparently Peter was done talking because he shot up out of his crouch to tackle the guard. The guard who spun easily out of the way despite his lanky limbs.
“Pops has a hat like this, I wonder if you know him?” The guard spun Peter’s hat around his pointer finger. Peter’s eyes widened slightly and he put a hand to his now-hatless head before he glared darkly. That had to be the first time the other agent ever lost his hat. Except possibly to Mystery. “Probably not, he wouldn’t send someone else after me and he’s more prone to weapons.”
Peter narrowed his eyes at the guard. “Give that back.”
“Sure.” The guard shrugged. “It’s not what I’m here for, anyway.” He threw it at Peter and bolted left, toward the painting. Perry jumped diagonally toward him. But the guard spun out of the way. It was like a dance and Perry usually liked the dance, but he liked it less with Vanessa so close. Not that she couldn’t handle herself. Over the years Perry had learned just how resourceful the girl was. But she was under his charge and wasn’t actually a trainee agent. (Yet, from the way she talked. If she could convince Dr. D. Though Dr. D loved Vanessa so much Perry was sure it wouldn’t take much.)
The guard lifted the painting from the wall, carelessly rolled it into a tube in a single movement, and tucked it under his arm. “This is what I came for.” He bowed to them and Perry growled. Before he could use his grappling hook to lasso the guard, Vanessa shot past him. It was foolhardy and it was fully a move Perry had done as a much younger agent, back when he was barely Vanessa’s age. She moved too quickly for him to grab her. But not too quickly for the guard, who grabbed her by the wrist once she got closer and spun her toward himself. That moment was the first time Perry noticed the guard had a gun and he cursed himself for it. It was careless and he was better than that. The gun was turned to his daughter and Perry felt his heart stop for a long moment where he planned every possible action he could take– until the guard gave a lopsided, curling smile.
The monkey-faced guard danced back, pushing Vanessa forward at the same time. She stumbled slightly with it. “I’d never shoot a lady.”
There was the honk of a car horn outside, and the guard turned his head to the window, lighting up. He went to the window to look out it. Like he’d completely forgotten the three of them were there. Or that he simply didn’t care. “Jigen! Right on time as always.” The guard looked back at them. “Well, that’s my cue!” Then he shot a few bullets at the glass and jumped. Peter ran to the window. With a growl he turned to Perry.
“He landed in a convertible. I’m going to follow it, you two stay here . This is my mission,” Peter said.
“Actually,” Vanessa said. She held up a rolled up tube. “He doesn’t have the painting.”
“What?” Peter turned to her from the broken window. Perry raised an eyebrow. With a smile, Vanessa unrolled the paper to reveal the painting they’d just watched the guard steal.
“I grabbed this when he pushed me away,” Vanessa said. Perry whistled, impressed, and her smile turned proud. Clearing her throat, Vanessa stood up a little straighter. Obviously trying to appear unaffected. He pretended not to notice. “I traded it for a poster I’d grabbed from the gift shop.”
Perry tilted his head. He hadn’t seen her buy a poster while they were at the gift shop. The only thing she’d purchased was a blank notebook that had some art replicas on random pages. Suddenly seeming awkward, Vanessa looked away.
“I might’ve, um, stole it earlier?” Vanessa said, shifting in a way that reminded Perry of Dr. D. Peter turned offended immediately. Meanwhile, Perry just lost it laughing. At least Dr. D might get a proud chuckle out of that if he ever, gods forbide, learned about this little ‘mission’.
“Do I seriously need to get on you for encouraging your daughter’s villainous behaviour?” Peter asked in a way that Perry felt was overly serious. Though if he was being honest with himself, he would’ve felt the same a few years ago. Amazing what befriending (and practically co-parenting with) your nemesis did. Maybe that was why OWCA’d originally disuaded it. It was one of the few things OWCA had told him that Perry ignored. Not for trying, of course. He smiled fondly at the memory, then at Vanessa as she turned brittle toward Peter.
“Hey, it was either steal something fake or steal the painting, either way he was going to steal something. You should be grateful I even thought to grab something!” Vanessa said. “We can pay for it before we leave, anyway, if you’re going to be such an Agent Grumpypants.”
Perry snorted. Loudly.He couldn’t help it and even if he could, he probably wouldn’t have tried. Peter looked angry and affronted at both of them. But he decided against saying anything about it, apparently. He looked between the two of them and perhaps Perry just saw things but something softened, and Peter placed his hat back on his head and straightened his collar.
“See that you do. I’m going to report back to Monogram,” Peter said and left out through the broken window. Perry could hear the slight displacement of air as Peter activated his hang glider. Vanessa and Perry looked at each other before both of them broke down laughing. Depending on what Peter told Major Monogram, he’d probably have to write his own report later. For now, he was glad to avoid it.
“ Ice cream? ” Perry signed.
“Are any places open right now?” Vanessa asked.
Perry shrugged.
“Guess we’ll find out,” Vanessa said.
Therewas a place that was open. It was a little place made of panelled wood with tables outside. They ordered two cones of separate flavours and set up at one of those tables, neither of them actually sitting on a bench. Perry leaned against the table while Vanessa sat on top of it. There weren’t really any stars when they looked up at the sky, but they were both used to Danville’s clear nights and looked up anyway. Both quickly looked back down when they heard their names. Vanessa is sure her neck popped.
“Vanessa?Perry?”
“Dad?” Why was he here? And at this time of the night. Not that her dad ever exactly went to bed any time before midnight.
“You’re the reason he went on vacation?” Her dad asked. Vanessa held back a wince. Major Monogram must’ve told him. Snitch.
Not knowing what to say, Vanessa held up her cone. “Ice cream?”
“Oh, yes!” Her dad’s eyes lit up immediately and Vanessa gave him her cone. It wasn’t like she’d eaten very much of it yet, anyway. While he was busy with that she left to buy a new one.
“Can you believe Peter is doing other agent stuff right now? While you’re on vacation? What are the odds? You think maybe he’s taking something they were gonna give to you ?” Vanessa almost snorted at that. Whether they had or not, Perry and her had helped. “I hope he did well. I mean, I’m sure he did! Peter is a talented agent. Not as talented as you are, of course, Perry the Platypus. You’re like, super talented. But Peter is pretty good too!”
“How did you know Peter was doing something else?” Vanessa asked as she retook her spot on the table. Her dad had sat down next to where Perry was leaning, his legs folded up on the bench.
“Oh, well I’m visiting Professor Mystery, sweetheart,” her dad said. She barely refrained from rolling her eyes at ‘sweetheart’. In her opinion, she was a little old for that. But she could allow it for right now. “So tell me- Don’t think I caught you trying to distract me with icecream, though it was very clever!- what are you two doing here?”
Vanessa looked at Perry, who just shrugged. She did not frame from rolling her eyes. “I had a school trip and I just… wanted to go with Perry this time.”
Her dad nodded. “I see . Understandable, Perry is very cool. And responsible, are you having fun? How much longer is the trip, can I join? Do you want me to join?” Her dad looked hesitant on the last question and Vanessa found herself nodding.
“Sure, why not,” Vanessa said. It’d be like a full family outing. It could be fun. Plus with Perry there she’d have a bit of help holding her dad back from some of the big stuff. Like planning evil. She looked to Perry who also nodded.
“Right! It’s settled then,” her dad said and Vanessa thought he attempted to not look as pleased as he was, but her dad had never been good at hiding literally any of his emotions. It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t kinda happy too. Perry gave a thumbs up and her dad stole a bite of his icecream too, despite Perry’s halfhearted sound of annoyance, and Vanessa decided that it would be fun.
At the very least, no matter what happened, it would confuse the everything out of her teachers when her dad count mysteriously ups to two come morning.
