Just a Theory
Gyro wasn't sure when, how, or why it had to happen, but he found himself feeling strange around his intern known as Fenton Crackshell Cabrera, a tan duck that had potential, though the chicken would never admit that to anyone but himself, and even then not out loud. Usually, his feelings for the intern were simple. Strictly business, or feeling annoyed by his antics as Gizmoduck.
Nowadays, however, Gyro found himself distracted by his own genius invention to focus on whatever trivial gadget Fenton was fidgeting with, such as this very moment. And that was when he knew something was definitely wrong.
He also noted how his heart seemed to skip a beat every time he caught the duck's beak curling at the corner whenever his little project seemed to be going successfully, and his eyes lit up with a sort of childish wonder.
Gyro scratched the feathers on the back of his neck awkwardly, his own beak doing the opposite as he frowned. He had ruled out every possibility for his behavior, from utter hatred towards the duck to maybe he was legitimately allergic to him.
The chicken had dashed those ideas away, the latter for being ridiculous and the former for the fact that although Cabrera did get on his nerves sometimes, he couldn't bring himself to hate him.
There was one theory that Gyro had even refused to consider, shutting it out from his mind as he hoped and even prayed that it was something else, but there was no denying it was a possibility.
Perhaps he felt attraction towards his intern.
It seemed an outlandish idea at first, and even then Gyro scoffed silently at the very thought. But, who was he as a scientist to not test a hypothesis and find a result?
The lanky bird crossed and uncrossed his legs a few times, legs bouncing up and down as he considered how he could possibly test such a theory out. Suddenly, Lil Bulb lit up next to him as he snapped his fingers, having an idea. An idea he wasn't too fond of, but an idea nonetheless.
"Intern."
"Huh? Oh, yes, Dr. Gearloose?" It was clear Fenton was deep in thought when Gyro had called for his attention, and as he made eye contact with the chicken, his hands still worked on whatever he'd been working on.
Gyro quickly felt himself grow stiff. He wasn't sure why he felt so awkward all of a sudden. This was nothing more than testing out a theory, nothing more. If it didn't work out, he'd just move on to the next.
" Dr. Gearloose? Is there... something I can help you with?"
Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his glasses as he turned his chair so that he was faced completely towards his intern, and that was enough for Fenton to give his hands a rest and give the same, utmost attention.
"Can I.." Gyro struggled with the words. He wasn't sure if it was because he so desperately didn't want to do it, or if this preposterous theory actually had some truth to it, but there was no way to find out than to just go for it.
"Can I.. can I kiss you?"
Now, he knew as soon as it slipped from his mouth it sounded..bizarre. But, he had heard of a spark between kisses, that little shock of electricity and love you feel when you kiss someone for the first time, showing that you had found the one, that special someone. Gyro wasn't so sure he believed it, but the darn question had already been asked. There was no taking it back now.
Fenton's eyes widened, and the feathers on his shoulders rose up in tension under his shirt as he was taken aback, the bill of his beak powdered with a soft pink blush. He would be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind once or twice, but every assistant thought about planting one on their boss every once in a while, right?
Right?
Gyro took his silence and shock as him being against the idea and dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand.
"Forget I said anything. it's fine if you don't want to."
"No!" Fenton exclaimed, his voice cracking in his excitement as he flushed in embarrassment, clearing his throat as he twiddled his thumbs. "It's just, I'm not really sure why you're asking.. especially me, out of anyone else in Duckburg."
The chicken sighed, pinching the bridge above his beak as he tapped his foot, thinking for only a split moment.
"Consider it.. testing out a theory. It doesn't have to be anything more, and I doubt it will be."
The words were a tad harsh, but he had to drop some sort of hint that he wanted to get this over with yesterday, and luckily Fenton seemed to pick the hint up as he simply nodded.
"Now, the choice still stands. Either I can give you a really quick, strictly scientific kiss that we never speak of again, or you are dismissed to leave. Either way, you're leaving."
Fenton held his arm, fingers brushing through his feathers that had risen from goosebumps as he weighed his options, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Okay.." His voice was barely above a whisper until he spoke again, more clearly. "Okay, I'll do it. For science."
Gyro nodded, a small sigh of relief escaping from him. Without another word, he placed his hands upon his intern's stiff shoulders and, with admittedly a bit of hesitation, brought their beaks together in a more than passionate kiss than he was expecting of himself.
Fenton gasped into his mouth, wasting no time pressing their bodies together as he kicked his chair over, climbing onto Gyro's lap and clinging to the fabric of his shirt.
The chicken felt too many emotions at once as he held the duck close to him, tight and starving for an affection he didn't know he was hungry for. Although he couldn't place an emotion, there was no denying the spark that exploded in his mind as soon as their beaks met.
After a few moments more, Gyro finally broke off the kiss as the two birds stared at each other, their faces still inches apart and the only sound was their own heavy breathing. I mean, what did you even say after a first kiss? After any kiss? The chicken wasn't sure, but he had to break the silence somehow.
"Thank you.."
Wait, seriously?
Gyro gave himself a mental slap to the head.
"Oh!" Fenton chuckled, running his fingers through the tuft on his head that acted almost like hair. He had almost forgotten that this was nothing more than a thing for science, and his heart sank slightly at the reality check.
"Always happy to help," He murmured, removing himself from Gyro's lap and going to gather his things, giving the chicken no chance to say anything more as he rushed out the door, not wanting to embarrass himself any further, even if it meant pushing down feelings for someone he had to work with almost every day.