Never Much Thought
Pairing: Robotnik x Stone (Stobotnik)
Warnings: Stupid silly fun, happy ending, kind of a sick fic? It’s just a sick fic Feelings, beware.
Summary: He never thought much of Agent Stone. He was routine, he was an everyday delight… Dr. Robotnik was t ready for the day he didn’t come to work. (Set pre-Sonic Movie 1)
Agent Stone wasn’t a thing that Robotnik thought about a lot. He was routine, an everyday delight. When he woke up, Stone would be there with a latte freshly made for him. When the lab had gone dark, Stone would be there to place a blanket over his shoulders.
Yeah, Robotnik didn’t give him much thought.
The day started out like any other. He woke up in the small hammock under his desk, a badnik nudging his arm pitifully. He grumbled , smoothing back his hair with a frown. The badnik, satisfied that it had woken up its papa, flew off to alert the others.
Robotnik climbed out of the hammock, muttering tiredly. “Agent Stone…” he called, tapping a button on the wall and opening the small bathroom. He waited at the door for a moment, brow furrowed. “Stone.” He called again. He waited…
Where was he? Robotnik leaned back, surveying the lab as his mussed mustache perked up in confusion. Usually Stone would be here, reading off the headlines for anything interesting. But today, the seat he usually sat in was vacant.
Robotnik grumbled and went about his morning routine. He could give Stone a lecture about being tardy later, but right now he had to brush his teeth.
The door creaked open while Robotnik was brushing. He leaped away from the sink, his head thrusted through the door. “Agent Stone!” He cheered, a mouthful of toothpaste as he made eye contact with…
Not Agent Stone.
The young agent stared at him in shock. They kept that stance for a moment before Robotnik turned back, spat in the sink, and turned back to the agent. “Who the hell are you? Wheres Agent Stone?”
The agent snapped to attention. “Agent Stone is unavailable, sir! I will be filling in for him, sir!” The agent saluted, clearly nervous judging by the sweat on the agent’s brow. Robotnik raised a brow, walking over and leaning down into the agent’s face.
“What…Do…You…Mean…Unavailable?” He snarled, lip curled with a scowl as his hands folded neatly behind his back. The agent squeaked as the red tones of the lights shadowed the doctor’s face, making him seem more dangerous than before…
“H-he’s sick, sir, has the flu…” they whimpered, tugging at the collar of their shirt. The room got only stuffier. Robotnik huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes as the reality of the feeble human body came back to him. People get sick, right…
“Well…You better know how to make a decent latte.” He growled, stalking off to his work desk to start the day.
Well as the doctor liked say; if you're going to do something, hire someone you can push around. This agent was the positively the worse replacement they could have sent. The latte was burnt, they knocked over a bad nick station, and somehow, somehow, they managed to fry the speakers.
When the day was over, and the agent had fled the lab, Robotnik sat back and caught his breath. God, this couldn’t happen again! He dug in his pockets, pulling out a few mismatched items before finding his phone.
He opened the contact book and tapped the only number he had. Putting the phone to his ear, Robotnik spun in his chair as he waited. Stone, being trained to perfection, answered on the 3rd ring.
"Hello...?" Came the pathetic greeting of Agent Stone. His voice was rough, he sounded congested. "Yes Doctor?"
Robotnik huffed, making Stone chuckle softly. "Where are you??" He demanded.
"I apologize, Doctor...I have..." Stone paused to cough, and groaned, "The flu..." Robotnik was silent for a minute. "...Doctor Robotnik-"
"I am coming over there." Robotnik concluded, jumping from his chair as he activated the 'Stone MIA' protocol. Badniks started to fly around and chirp as they packed him an over night bag.
"Sir, you don't have to..." Stone coughed, groaning, "I don't want you to get sick, sir..." He was silent for a moment. The phone had been left on the desk, the lab abandoned. "Sir? Oh no..."
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Robotnik was a force to be reckoned with, especially when he set his mind to something. Agent Stone dragged himself from his couch, forcing himself to clean as much of the small apartment as he could before collapsing back onto the couch.
The door swung open, slamming against the wall so loud Stone was positive he could feel the vibration. The first thing that entered was a badnik, floating into the living room and scanning the area. Only when it confirmed it was safe did Robotnik enter.
“Agent Stone.” He nodded his greeting as he tossed the bag he’d brought on a chair. Stone opened his mouth to speak, but the doctor held up his gloved hand. “Don’t speak, I want you to save your strength.”
Aban rolled his eyes slightly, “I’m not dying, Doctor.” He croaked. The doctor shot him a glare, walking over with a gleam in his eyes. “Docto-R!!” Robotnik’s fingers were suddenly grabbing his mouth, pulling him up by the teeth. He groaned as Robotnik turned his head from side to side, shining a light down his throat and in his eyes.
“I can conclude that you, Agent Stone…” he removed his hand, wiping it on his jacket with a disgusted grimace. “Are in fact, not dying.”
Aban rolled his jaw before glaring slightly. “I could’ve…” he coughed into his elbow. “Told you that…” he laid back down, yelping as his back hit cold metal. The badnik behind him chirped, bumping him back as it…Fluffed his pillow? “Wha-?”
Robotnik put a hand on his chest, pushing him back down into a lay. “I also conclude that you need rest…” his voice was unnaturally soft, despite the ugly grimace on his face.
The agent smiled gently, his eyes drooping as he let sleep return to him. The last thing he saw was the doctor’s face…
Ok, so Agent Aban Stone wasn’t something Robotnik thought a lot about. He was routine, a daily delight… but right now his brain was flooded by him. The doctor took the blanket off the arm rest, gently tucking it over Aban’s shoulders. Sitting next to him felt like a privilege, which confused Ivo to no end…
But that all could wait. He had some thinking to do.
