A/N Hello all! This is my first story published on Wattpad, but definitely not the first story I've ever written. I originally started "Ships Ahoy" on FanFiction.net back in November 2015 and completed it about a month ago, but upon request I'll be reposting it in its entirety on here-pretty much unedited, for better or for worse. (Because yes, I made plenty of errors over the course of writing this.) Some of you may have read it already, some of you may be reading it for the first time. Whichever it is, I hope you enjoy my work! (And excuse the long A/N, I like to write a lot...lol)

DISCLAIMERS:

1) I do not own Odd Squad, nor am I connected with it in any way, no matter how much I wish I was.

2) I may have kickstarted the OS shipping with "Olive's Last Partner", held a contest to see who could guess my ships, and gone on to write a (hopefully) novel-length fanfic about these ships, BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I SUPPORT ODD SQUAD SHIPPING. I have fun with innocent coupling in my stories, yes, but beyond the types of "couples" you might see in an elementary school social environment (or in classic literature/movies like To Kill a Mockingbird or The Secret Garden), I do not at all approve of hardcore mature-content shipping in this fandom. Especially when it branches out to involve the actors themselves. They're kids, for heaven's sake. That's why I'm keeping my shipping K+ rated at the most, although most of it is probably worthy of only a K rating.

3) The main purpose of this story aside from shipping is to explain what the Odd Squad universe would be like if Olive and Oscar had indeed been partners, as was introduced in "Olive's Last Partner"; also to provide a plausible (at least to me) recounting of the events during Ms. O's days in investigation. More DISCLAIMERS coming later, otherwise I'd bore you all to death.

Prologue: The Uncovering

Olive and Oscar knew from the beginning it was only a matter of time before they were found out.

What they hadn't known was when.

Nearly a year had passed since the boiler room incident back in early August of 2014. A lot had happened since then, not only for the two of them but also for many of the other agents working here: Oren, Olaf, Octavia, Oz, Orchid, Obfusco, O'Callaghan, and O'Donnell, to name but a few. Not that Olive or Oscar knew about any of this other drama, or even cared. At first, with exception to a few reckless moments here and there, they had focused everything they could on keeping it a secret from Ms. O and Otto. Especially Otto. But as time went on and Otto never suspected, they relaxed their guard a bit. Olive stopped pretending to be overly annoyed with Oscar, who in turn stopped by her desk to chat more frequently than before. With Otto never suspecting a thing beyond cordially innocent friendship, it seemed he would never find out anyway.

Or so they thought. Until the day Oscarbot 10 destroyed all of their badges.

"It's nearly dinnertime," Olive commented with a sigh as she checked her watch. "How much longer is this going to take?"

Otto, who was sitting farthest away from the workshop entrance, craned his neck to get a better look at what Odenbacker, the Odd Squad repairman and carpenter, was doing at the moment. "Dunno. He took forever just to replace my badge. Probably be awhile," he snorted.

Olive made a face and nodded, but Oscar, seated at the other end of the bench, tried to be fair. "Well, look on the bright side. Odenbacker did just save us from a rogue Oscarbot with his, um, whatever-you-call-it. He's good at his job and he means well."

"Oscar's right," Olive agreed with a smile. Sandwiched in between her companions, she playfully propped up her elbows to rest on each of their shoulders. "Plus, it's kind of like getting the rest of the day off if we can't work without badges."

"Agreed!" Otto chuckled. Then his face lit up. "I just had a brilliant moment! Listen to this:" Shaking off Olive's arm, he proceeded to break out into song about it, parodied off Soundcheck's latest hit: "Even if the tenth Oscarbot / Destroyed our ba-a-adges / We still got Odenba-a-acker / who really likes fla-a-adges / Are you ready for..."

As Otto sang on, Olive rolled her eyes and tried to act annoyed, but in the end she had to smile. Oscar noticed, too. "I thought you hated Soundcheck," he teased.

Olive shrugged. "Eh. I still do, but I've learned to tolerate them. And it was actually kind of fun singing that song in concert last week."

"I could tell. Otto gave me his tickets and I went to see it. You really were great up there, heh."

"You think so?" Olive turned to look up at him, eyes dancing.

Oscar winked and put his arm over her shoulder. "I know so."

Olive gave him a look. "Being a flirt doesn't suit you, you know."

"Whatever you say, Olive," Oscar sighed, pretending to be offended. Laughing, Olive laid her head in the crook of his arm.

Which was when both of them noticed Otto had long since stopped singing and was staring at them with jaw dropped.

The laughing grin disappeared from Olive's face. Oh, no... Simultaneously, Oscar bit his lip. Here it comes...

For a few seconds, Otto could do nothing but move his mouth soundlessly. Then he found the words, and out they exploded. "Who-where-what are you-when did this-how did I not-WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS?!"

Olive felt a sinking feeling inside her. One ill-timed careless moment, and now...why, oh why hadn't they been more careful? "Otto, listen, I can explain -"

"It's true, then, isn't it? You two are-oh my god, and to think I didn't see it before! I'll bet everyone else at Odd Squad knows about this, don't they!"

Oscar winced. "Well, not exactly everyone, but -"

"And to think I thought that...you guys realize we're kids, right? You know what, no, you probably don't care! It's gotta be against the rules to be - be -" he made some weird hand gesture and practically gagged, "- together!"

Olive had heard enough. "Oh yeah, like you totally don't have a thing going on with Dr. O-"

Oscar did a double take. "What?!"

Otto turned bright red. "How did you even-"

"I've told you before, when have you ever kept a secret in your life? Obviously never!"

"But that's different-!"

"WHAT IN JACKALOPE'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?! ?! ?!"

The trio fell silent. Towering over them was none other than the boss herself, Ms. O. Quickly they all began talking at the same time, but an angry gesture for silence shut them up.

"Now, what is this all abo-? Ohh..." Ms. O trailed off, looking from Otto to Olive and Oscar, then back to Otto, and finally back to Olive and Oscar again. "Oh. He found out about you two, didn't he?"

"You know?" all three agents blurted out in bewilderment.

"Of course I do! Why does everyone always forget about the security cameras? I saw everything that happened last August in the boiler room."

Otto gave the two a sidelong look. "So that's how long this has been going on, huh?"

Olive and Oscar exchanged glances. "Well, not exactly..." Oscar began.

"It's rather complicated..." Olive tried to explain.

"...really, things have gone on longer than that..."

"...but then we disliked each other for awhile..."

"...well, she disliked me..."

They trailed off. "It would take too long to explain," they both finished in unison.

Ms. O tilted her head meaningfully in the direction of Odenbacker's workshop. "Looks like you've got time."

Otto gave them a pointed you-better-explain-yourselves-or-else look.

Olive sighed. "Ms. O's right. Shall we, Oscar?"

Oscar nodded, but before the two of them could say another word, Otto held up a hand. "Just one question before you start. Ms. O?" He raised an eyebrow. "Has this, y'know, ever happened in our Odd Squad history? With two agents, um...coupling?"

Ms. O opened her mouth, then stopped. Over a hundred years worth of memories began to press against the edges of her mind. It was happening again. She needed to get back to her office and process them all, or things would go bad, fast. Again.

But she managed to conceal everything with a knowing smile. "Oh, you don't even know the half of it, Otto. Some of us are over hundreds of years old, after all. Just be thankful Odd Squad has never hired secretaries." And with that she turned on her heel and sauntered out, leaving behind an utterly bewildered Otto and a still rather flustered young couple.

The moment she was out of sight, Ms. O collapsed against the wall and let out a sigh. Today was the wrong day for everything to hit her all at once like it always did. She'd have to go through the same routine yet again, as she'd been doing for thirty-one years now: lock up the office, hide behind her desk, let the memories and regrets overwhelm her until she lost control of all emotions, then return to work nineteen minutes later as her normal self, like nothing had ever happened. But today she didn't want to go through all that. It had been such a good day today, and she couldn't allow herself to break her three-month-long streak of not having an episode.

So maybe today was the day. Maybe it was time to call him.

Ms. O pulled her badge off and opened her phone. Her finger pressed the '8', then the '3', and hovered over the 'Send' icon. But before she could bring herself to press it, she felt the first memory hit her like a rat-held battering ram on the great oaken doors of her mind. Her entire body went slack and she fell to the floor, the badge phone dropping from her hand. The trembling started. It was too late to get back to her office now. She'd just have to endure it here and hope no one saw. No calling him, no trying to stop it, no going back anymore.

It was starting.