Odd Squad One Shots

A Hundred Years (Oprah x O'Donahue)

(Oprah x O'Donahue)

"Words were said. Big ones," the boy with black, shaggy hair emphasized.

"I'm sure things will get better," Olympia attempted to reason.

O'Donahue had stormed out of Ms. O's office about a month ago, and now he was forced to visit their squad, since Oscar had a special mission for him. It was a task that Ms. O herself had arranged before their massive argument.

"You don't understand! I don't think I can ever forgive her. Not this time..."

Meanwhile, Ms. O had experienced a rough few weeks herself, especially on the first following morning after the fallout.

"I woke up today

Woke up wide awake

In an empty bed

Staring at an empty room

I have myself to blame

For the state I'm in today

And now dying

Doesn't seem so cruel

And oh, I don't know what to say

And I don't know anyway

Anymore"

She wasn't blind to how she had been the one at fault, which made it all the worse as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The painful squeezing in her heart was a break that she had never known before.

"I hate myself for losing you

I'm seeing it all so clear

I hate myself for losing you

What do you do when you look in the mirror

And staring at you is why he's not here?"

She yelled out in anger when she just kept adjusting her suit in the mirror, but her own reflection was an ugly reminder of her mistake.

"Hey, Ms. O," Oscar greeted, awkwardly tugging on his lab coat.

"What is it, Oscar," she pretty much growled. She was not in the mood to deal with a single person.

"Uh, O'Donahue is here... I was wondering..."

She pushed the scientist aside as she leaned against her secure railing, but the sight crushed her spirits further. How could her partner be laughing with one of her best agents?

"You got what you deserved

Hope you're happy now

'Cause every time I think of her with you

It's killing me

Inside, and

Now I dread each day

Knowing that I can't be saved

From the loneliness

Of living without you

And, oh

I don't know what to do

Not sure that I'll pull through

I wish you knew"

The old version of herself would have marched right down there, and shouted until her voice gave out, but then she was reminded of that horrible day. She couldn't even recall the conversation, since it was filled with such rage and hurtful phrases, that she had blocked them from memory herself.