Full Circle

Chapter 1

E/N (Editor's Note) Hi guys! This was a fanfiction written by my dear friend Agent0002, who as many of you know, deleted her accounts on FanFiction and Wattpad a couple months ago. As a result, her original fanfiction "Full Circle" can no longer be accessed, which is a problem for a couple of my own fanfictions that use FC's plot. So since, as her beta-reader/editor I still have access to the rough drafts, I'll be re-editing and reposting her fanfic in its entirety here on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy her wonderfully hilarious and tenderhearted storytelling!

DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Odd Squad. I am also not the original owner of "Full Circle", but before leaving the Internet, Agent0002 gave me explicit rights as caretaker to any and all of her fanworks. That is why FC is republished with her permission.

NOTE: This story is an unofficial sequel to my own fanfic "Ships Ahoy". The official sequel, meanwhile, is my other fanfic "Opalescent".

Oona pressed a hand to her earpiece. "They're ready! Finally."

"Well, what are you waiting for, commence re-entry!" Ms. O commanded.

"But, Ms. O..." Oscar began, but was cut off by a growl rising in the small but intimidating girl's throat. "...prah?" he corrected. "The spaceship isn't equipped for a splashdown and we don't have a gadget for re-entry."

"Yes we do," Oona stated nonchalantly, pulling a catcher's mitt from behind her back with a ding.

"Um, Oona, I don't think that a baseball glove..."

"Oh, no, this isn't a baseball glove. What am I, crazy? I call it the catcher-inator. I've made a few adjustments to the hologram-inator. Now it's more of a tractor-beam-inator. Or maybe a forcefield-inator. I haven't had a chance to paint it white with blue lines yet," she explained, seeing the concern on her bosses' faces. "And Oscar, I insist, you do the honors this time."

"Oh, no, I couldn't, you really sho—"

"OSCAR! The clock is ticking, do you want our four best agents to be smashed into oblivion?" Ms. O exclaimed impatiently.

"Well, heh, technically Olive and Otto are Ms. and Mr. O now, not agents. Actually I'm not sure why we made them normal agent uniforms, when really they should've... Right, never mind, I'm on it!" With a small flourish, he took the gadget from Oona and slipped it onto his hand. Immediately a web of lights appeared over their heads, the beams penetrating the garage's roof and converging to form a giant holographic catcher's mitt in the sky above. Oona grew serious and addressed the bank of monitors showing the ice cream truck-cum-spaceship from every angle, inside and out.

"Howdy-do Olive, Oscar is in place. The catcher-inator covers a one mile radius."

"Wait, miles?" Otto asked.

"Yes, a mile is a large unit of measurement equal to 5,280 feet. Since the catcher-inator covers a one mile radius, it covers a circle 10,560 feet, or two miles, across the center. Be careful, though, because that sounds larger than it really is when you're hurtling towards the earth at high speed, especially considering that you only have one engine. I'm sure it'll be fine, though!" she added with a nervous laugh.

"Ready?" Olive asked her crewmates, again placing her hand on the button. Otto, Olympia, and Otis followed suit. Otto grinned.

"Ready as we'll ever be, partner." Olive let out a deep breath and smiled back anxiously.

"For Odd Squad!"

* * * * *

The world collectively held its breath as the flaming ice cream truck hurtled towards the catcher's mitt. Oona's eyes were glued to the monitors. Oscar's eyes were glued shut.

"Okay Olive, you're looking steady. Deploy the parachute-inator!"

Oscar opened one eye. "Um, Oona, we just installed a regular parachute."

"Pshh, I knew that, but everything else gets to be called an -inator! The parachute deserves that kind of recognition too. Equal -inator rights for parachutes!"

"Oona! Emergency here! Which button is the parachute?" cried Olympia's voice.

"Oh, heh, right, I have that one." Oona laughed awkwardly, pressing the button in question with a satisfying click. In a flurry of color, the cloth unfurled to reveal a parachute made of fabric scraps representing every Odd Squad department. Olive gripped the controls tightly as the craft began to slow.

"We have a visual on the catcher-inator. Oscar, stop fidgeting!" Oscar's other eye snapped open at the sound of Olive's voice addressing him. He watched, frozen in place, as his friends descended to the holographic leather of his forcefield hand overhead. His hand was pushed down with the force of impact, but it held as the craft came to a stop. Everything went still and silent. The crew was safe. Otis smiled, Olympia cheered, and Olive laughed.

"Touchdown!" Otto said and pumped his fist.

Olive shook her head. "Wrong sport, but I think I can let it slide for today."

"Great job guys! Oscar, to turn off the catcher-inator, simply press the button on the bottom," Oona instructed. Without further ado, Oscar reached for the button.

"Wait!" Ms. O cried just milliseconds too late. She watched in horror as her agents (and her ice cream truck) fell the final ten feet to the ground with a thud. A growl rose in her throat.

"We're alright boss!" Otis called. Olympia groaned and rubbed her shoulder. "More or less."

Otto stood and threw open the door. "Earth!" he exclaimed, bending over to kiss the ground. Otis followed, looking from Otto to Olive incredulously.

"Oh yes, he's always like that," she answered the question he hadn't asked aloud, and stepped over her partner. Ms. O, Oona, and Oscar burst through a door and rushed towards the craft.

"I'm so sorry guys, I should've—" Oscar began, but was cut off by Olive, enveloping him in a hug.

"Great job, Oscar. Couldn't have done it without you."

"Oh, heh, well, thank you for, you know, saving the world." They smiled at each other, and for a moment things were just like they used to be. He scratched the back of his neck. "Hey Olive, would you like to maybe hang out sometime and catch up?"

"That would be great, Oscar." She smiled as she was pulled away to meet the ever-growing crowd. "Tuesday?" she called back.

"Tuesday."

E/N Oh and because I love publishing stuff on anniversaries, today marks the 3-Year Anniversary of when I published "Olive's Last Partner" on FanFiction on December 29, 2014. This makes it the FIRST-EVER Odd Squad fanfic to be published! Please go check it out if you haven't already, I do hope to republish it on Wattpad one day!