Odd Squad One Shots

You're My Best Friend (Ms. O x Oscar)

(Ms. O x Oscar)

Ms. O would never admit the real reason why she kept Oscar around for so long, or why she had failed to properly remember his name countless times at first. It hadn't been because she had sympathy for him, but she wanted to believe in him. He had gotten her heart to race in a funny way, and even though she barely knew him, she wanted the chance to get to know him better. She felt anxious inside as she gave him his final job, which was being her assistant. It was ironic how closely he was working to her, during his last profession. She had just asked him to adjust her chair behind her desk for her. When she went to sit down though, she landed straight on her bottom. 

"Owww," she dragged out, although it was quiet for her. 

"I'm fired, aren't I," the boy reluctantly asked with poofy, curly hair. 

"Oh yeah," Ms. O responded, yet she wished those weren't words she had to say. 

Soon she was saying bye to him, and she watched as he struggled to wheel his small, plastic, square suitcase down the steps. 

"I'm sorry we couldn't find a place for you here," she apologized, masking the tears she felt in her mind. 

Oscar attempted to be optimistic about the whole thing though. Soon, the moment was saved by various agents rushing up, hurriedly requesting for Oscar to fix their gadget. 

"It's so unfair. We have to solve cases and fix our own gadgets. Olaf's been working on a Potato-Inator for years," Oren emphasized in annoyance. 

Olaf was off in the distance hammering away at different parts. 

"This is not my skill," Olaf sadly commented. Then Ms. O learned that Oscar had been helping out the agents with fixing their gadgets. 

"And you like it," she inquired in surprise. 

"Oh yeah, I could fix gadgets all day," Oscar awkwardly confessed. 

"Maybe you can," Ms. O slightly smiled. 

"You would make a new division of Odd Squad just for me," Oscar wondered in surprise. 

"No one goes to to the gift shop much anyway," she gestured to a room nearby. 

"But what about the girl that's working there," Oscar questioned. 

"We'll make her a doctor," Ms. O shrugged. 

"What's next," the blonde girl yelled from her place behind the counter. 

Ms. O went on to welcome Oscar to the squad, but then he pointed out that she used the wrong name again. 

"Maybe I'll remember it better if I yell it. OSCAR," Ms. O shouted super loud up at the ceiling. 

"That's better," she nodded once, although it wasn't necessary for her to memorize his name. 

It had been ingrained into her memory from the second he introduced himself to her.

Years later, and Ms. O still hadn't let her special feelings for the now, proclaimed scientist to be known. They had gone through a lot together. He had made sparkly dresses for the Jackie Awards, helped her to get on Santa's nice list, and even been extra patient with her the day they accidentally switched bodies. Now he was working for the Science Department's headquarters, and she ached every day that he was gone. It seemed weird passing the lab, and seeing the new, hired girl, Oona poring over the gadgets, that Oscar used to work on there. No one ever noticed, but Ms. O would force a weak smile, and hold back her tears before getting back to the comforts of her office. It had been hard on her when two of her top agents, Otto and Olive had left to run their own Odd Squad as well. She had even almost cried when Dr. O took up the position of being a doctor in outer space, but none of those goodbyes had been more painful than the one she shared with Oscar.