A/N: OMFG I don't know anymore. Well, this is a series of my favorite pairings in Pokémon. Next, I'll be writing one for Fairy Tail. Then…? Oh hell, I have no idea. Well whatever.

By the way there's yaoi here, and although some might find that gross can you blame me? I mean, I'm a closet fujoshi and all so this is natural… wa-oops, shouldn't have said that. Well, whatever. (First is Soulsilvershipping!)

"Silver."

"Mm?"

"Do you believe in miracles?"

"No."

Lyra pouted and pulled at the redhead's hair. "But why?" she whined. "Don't you realize that we're always surrounded by miracles?" She stood up and twirled, pointing around her as she did so. They were currently in an unnamed forest, one she had discovered in her search for Pokémon.

Silver idly turned a page of the book he was reading. "If you leave me alone, then I'll believe in miracles," he said loftily. He looked at the brunette, who had not heard and was currently playing with a Marill that had bounced up to her. "Anyway, I don't see why we couldn't bring our Pokémon. Then, we could be battling and doing something useful, at least. Why did we have to come here again?" he asked disdainfully. This time, Lyra ignored him, and he suspected that she had done that as well the first time he spoke to her.

"See, that's exactly why I didn't want to bring our Pokémon. You only talk about battles, and that's boring. Silver, don't you realize that you are alive? That there's so much more to life than just battling?" she said, grumpy. She sat down beside him and leaned against the tree behind them. She snuck a peek at what he was reading and was surprised to see that he was reading Shakespeare.

"I never knew you were interested in literature," Lyra remarked. She stared at the book, absorbing the wonderful portraits of Romeo and Juliet that were in the pages.

"Hey, those are pretty good pictures. What edition is this?" she asked, pointing at a particularly pretty picture of Juliet. Silver looked up from his book and for once, didn't look annoyed. "It's not an edition. What I have here is one of the most original versions. This dates back to the nineteenth century," he replied, turning his gaze upon the written words once more. Lyra said, "Wow," softly. They sat in silence for a while, exactly as Silver wanted it.

"Where did you get it?" Lyra asked suddenly. Literature always bored her, but perhaps if it became something that she could share with Silver, then maybe she could find it a bit more interesting. He looked at her and had a strange expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe she was actually interested in books.

"What?" said Lyra defensively. Silver shook his head, a tiny smile forming on his lips. "Nothing."

He turned his eyes back to his book, read a bit, then answered Lyra's previous question. "This book belonged to my mother." She sucked air in and got quiet. He resumed reading, and before she could think of something to rectify the situation he had finished the book and stood up. Silver stretched a bit, sighed, then looked back at Lyra, who was looking apologetic. "Don't be sorry that you asked—it isn't something I particularly avoid, anyway," he assured her, but she didn't look convinced and she was frowning.

"What are you thinking about now?" he asked, exasperated. "Are you still worried that I might have been offended? You know, if that's what it is, you should forget about it, alright? I'm not mad."

"Oh, no, that's not what I'm worried about," said Lyra. "Then what are you worried about?" asked Silver, getting more and more confused by the minute.

"I'm worried right now about the fact that the only exit in this forest has just caved in, and those rocks are bigger than us, and I can't think how we're gonna get out because this whole forest is inside a deep valley. Oh, and right, we don't have any Pokémon with us right now. Don't worry, Silver," she smiled. "That's all I'm worried about."

"Is that so—what?"

Silver spun around to check that yes, the cave entrance and exit—for this forest, as Lyra said, was in a deep valley surrounded by rocky mountains. The only exit, as she had again said, was blocked with huge boulders, some twice as tall and five times as wide as either of them. And again, as Lyra had said, they had no Pokémon with them to help them get out.

"Lyra—I swear—of all the stupid situations you have gotten us in—I told you we shouldn't have left our Pokémon—how are we going to get out—oh, how long are we staying here—Lyra!"

Lyra held out her hand and assumed a superior expression. "Calm down, Silver-chan. There's a way out of this, I know there is!"

"And what is that way out, if I may ask, Lyra-sama?" asked Silver scathingly. But Lyra did not answer, for her face was glowing seemingly with happiness and she was smiling mischievously at Silver. "What?"

"You called me Lyra-sama! You did, you did! Oh, why didn't I bring my tape recorder? I should've had that recorded down for eternity! Stupid, stupid!"

"Well, at least we agreed on one thing, and it's that you're stupid," remarked Silver, and he sat down tiredly beside Lyra again. "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we're out of this mess," he said, and he lay down. True to his word, he was asleep in a flash.

The brunette looked at him for a bit, simply because she thought he was cute when he was asleep—for it was when he was asleep that all the frown lines disappeared from his face and he looked more like an innocent, lost child than anything. He breathed slowly, and with each inhalation his mouth opened slightly and she saw that his lips were actually quite pink and soft—she had never seen this before.

She decided to take advantage of Silver's current unconsciousness and examine details of him she had never seen before—or rather, details of him he would never have allowed her to observe.

She looked at his hands and discovered that they were quite soft and smooth—she took them into her own and compared their textures, and she discovered, much to her surprise, that his were much softer, almost like silk. His nails were perfectly shaped little oblongs, and they were cut short and neatly. She laid his hands down and examined his hair next. His hair was much redder than she had ever noticed, and though she had acknowledged it as a dark auburn, she saw now that it was actually quite scarlet—almost like blood, in fact. Lyra knew that Silver had inherited his hair from his mother—she thought that if she could see his mother, she would be the striking image of Silver, and yet would be extremely pretty.

Lyra stroked his hair. It was silky, and no matter what she did, no tangles would form between the scarlet locks of hair. She saw for the first time that they shone in the sun, and that its red hue dyed the light around it into an orange sort of color. She touched his face, and his skin was just like his hands. She gazed at him and thought—and thought—perhaps Silver cared a lot more about his looks than he cared to let on. More than Gold did, certainly.

She moved away from him and he stirred in his sleep. Lyra froze, scared that she might be discovered—but Silver merely rolled over and said one word before sinking back into his sleep. "Mother."

Lyra made a soft sound. This was the very first time that she ever felt fully sympathetic with Silver—he loved his mother, though he had never seen her. In a way, this situation was a miracle—she was learning more about Silver than she ever could have when he was awake.

After her thorough examination of him, Lyra began to feel self-conscious—when was the last time she had combed her hair? She ran her fingers through the tangled masses and sighed. Her lips were chapped as well—she hadn't paid much attention to them before. And her hands—from all the searching in the tall grass, her hands had grown quite rough. She felt them and compared the texture to rough canvas. Very unlike Silver's own soft hands.

She felt ashamed that a boy who definitely spent more time outside than her and in harsher conditions was able to take better care of himself than she could with herself. Silver had everything down pat and all Lyra could think about was Pokémon.

Suddenly, she felt like a hypocrite—she had told Silver only just earlier that he only thought about battling. She had just been proven wrong. She had seen him, with friends, laughing—he, the son of Team Rocket's boss! And though he did not know it, she had seen him playing with a lost Azurill—so tenderly he had smiled! While she, she only had one friend—him! Oh, what a fine situation she was in, preaching the opposite of what she was doing.

She sat down harder on the firm ground and resolved not to move until Silver woke up, which, thankfully, was only a few minutes later. Lyra was quite surprised that he had not woken up during her inspection of him.

"How long was I out?" he asked, sitting up, surprisingly alert for someone who had just woken up. "Oh, just a little over twenty minutes," replied Lyra lightly.

He yawned. "Felt longer than that," he remarked, but he got up and looked again at the blocked exit. "Hm… something seems off about those boulders." He walked over to the exit and gingerly touched one of the huge stones. The entire pile seemed to shift slightly. "Hey, this isn't stone at all!" he said suddenly. "This is steel!" He rapped on the same stone again and the whole thing rumbled. The biggest stone, which had been out of view, suddenly rose up, and turned towards Silver—it was not a pile of boulders at all, but a Steelix. The Steelix had been asleep, like Silver, and now it yawned. It seemed to take in that it was blocking the whole crevice and was startled as well to see a human standing so close to it. It let out a loud moaning sort of sound, then dug its way underground and disappeared, leaving the exit open.

Silver turned to Lyra, his expression smug. "Well, I believe that you owe me one, Lyra!" he said, maddeningly superior.

She rolled her eyes. "Like anyone else couldn't have figured out it was a Steelix!" she scoffed.

She grinned though, and she picked up both their bags and hurried over to him. "Well, there's another good thing about us not having Pokémon right now," she said.

Silver snorted. "Another? What was the first one, I wonder? Oh, right, nothing!" he said sarcastically, but he waited to hear what Lyra would say. "Well, since we can't fly back to town—I get to walk with you all the way home!" beamed Lyra. She took his hand in her own and swung it around, like they were two kindergarteners who might get lost if separated. "What's great about that?" asked Silver doubtfully, but he did not withdraw his hand.

Lyra smiled knowingly, and as he made another sound of annoyance she tiptoed up to reach his face—he was five inches taller than her, a fact that annoyed her—and she kissed him, her chapped lips pressing on to his soft, smooth ones. She broke away first, leaving Silver surprisingly calm-looking, his face no redder than it was before.

"Your lips are chapped—" was all he said, and holding her hand they walked through the exit, carefully walking around the burrow the Steelix had left.

Lyra felt happy, fulfilled, and she did right now believe that there were miracles—she resolved to badger Silver about this tomorrow.

"Silver."

"Mm?"

"I told you there are miracles."
On second thought, why wait?

A/N: Oh gosh, it's done. Well that's the first story. The next one is AgencyShipping. Please continue reading!