Of Dictionaries and Space Monkeys: WordGirl Oneshots

A Chat with a Mouse (2015)

A/N: Okay, this is pretty old, but out all of my old stories, it's also one of the few that I liked how they came out. I figured I'd kick off this fic by putting this one here! Sorry if it's not spectacular; I did try. XD Enjoy!

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She was feeling brave.

So today she was going to tell him.

"Two-Brains?" she asked, and he looked up curiously from his immense grilled cheese sandwich.

"Mm-hm?" he asked, muffled. He furrowed his eyebrows and held up a finger in a just-a-moment sign, then turned away slightly and gulped down his huge mouthful. He shook his head a bit and grinned. "Sorry, what's up? Grilled cheese so good you're at a loss for words?"

She chuckled almost guiltily, glancing back down at her own sandwich. It wasn't that weird to be having an impromptu lunch with a villain, but the grilled cheese brought back memories. Nonetheless, she frowned with a playfully haughty air.

"I am never at a loss for words," she kindly reminded him with a dignified huff. He snorted, but all her mind would say to her was lie.

"Except now," he replied with a knowing smirk, raising an eyebrow. Darn it darn it darn it! He didn't know, did he? Oh, it was going to be weird telling him this. But she had a feeling that deep down, he already knew what was happening to him. She was really the one who needed told.

"Neeeope," she replied quickly, glancing up at the ceiling in a casual, friendly way. Lie. He chuckled and went for another bite of his sandwich, so before he continued their little debate again, she spoke.

"Two-Brains..." she began for the second time, trailing off.

"Yeaaah..." he imitated, raising and lowering his eyebrows while trying to hide a smirk. She giggled, but almost guiltily, her own tone sobering herself as she tried again.

"It's... Well, I've just been meaning to say, uh... well..." She scratched the back of her neck, not meeting his gaze. "...I-I just mean... You... you do realize that, well..."

"Well what? C'mon WordGirl, it's socially acceptable to talk over lunch; you know that. What's the matter?" His tone was teasing but relaxed. Almost genuinely curious. Her doubts about her thoughts were disappearing, but she didn't want to ruin... this.

"It's just... I mean, you probably realize, but..." Why was this so hard?

"WG, you know I don't bite." Well, he might if he took this the wrong way, she reasoned. "Out with it!"

Fine.

"You barely seem evil anymore!"

He looked at her, and blinked, and his sandwich drooped in his hands until it touched his plate. His gaze was emotionless, and she couldn't tell if he was surprised or completely the opposite. She squirmed under the scrutiny, heart thumping, and tried to backtrack.

"I mean—no offense or anything—you just haven't tried to pull off anything bad for a while, and you've given me advice sometimes, a-almost like you used to, and here we are having lunch—"

"I know."

His tone was brisk, and emotionless, and it scared her. She didn't look at him. She liked having lunch with him. She liked being almost-friends again. She sort of missed the old Two-Brains; the sinister, sarcastic, silly one who wasn't so warm and calm and friendly like she always remembered Boxleitner being. She missed the old Two-Brains, really—it was a whole lot less confusing wondering how to feel about him. He was evil and she wanted to fix him. But now that he was so—so steady and kind again, she almost couldn't bear how blurred the lines were.