Disclaimer: Team Galactic, Cyrus, Mars, and Saturn belong to Nintendo. But everything will belong to Team Galactic.
This is mostly just a writing exercise, but I've been wanting to post something for Team Galactic. More may follow! I know it's not my best work. I'm out of practice. Things can only improve!
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Late Night
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"Are you gonna be up all night?"
The blue-haired commander glanced up momentarily, his typing never ceasing.
"If you don't let me work, it's possible. Was there something you wanted, Mars?"
The young woman pouted. "You said you'd go to the department store with us today. What happened?"
Saturn sat back and rubbed his eyes. "Oh Arceus. I'm sorry, Mars. I meant to, but -"
"Whatever. Don't lie to me! I know you hate it as much as Jupiter. You could at least tell me next time you plan to blow me off."
"I honestly meant to go with you. Really. But Cyrus just sprang this project on me about an hour ago -" He checked his watch and frowned. "…Maybe a little more than an hour. But next time, I promise I'll go. Really. Come hunt me down if I don't."
Mars fixed him with a sharp look. "For such a strong team member, you sure don't know how to say no."
He sighed, eyes straying back to the blinking cursor on the screen. "It all has to be done."
"So let him do it himself. That's what he did before you made commander." She turned to sit on the edge of his desk, leaning forward a bit. Saturn shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her eyes. "Wait… how long have you been doing the boss's odd jobs?"
"Um. Maybe a month or so after I joined," he muttered, an uncharacteristic hint of red coloring his face.
"You know how completely whipped you are?" Mars asked conversationally.
"Look, at least if I'm doing it, I know it's being done well."
"Being a control freak doesn't make you any less whipped. And you can't be saying the boss doesn't do his job well enough."
"Of course not! But he's got enough on his plate without all these little things annoying him. If I can lighten his load a bit, it's the least I can do."
She stared at him for a moment. "You're in love with the boss, aren't you, Saturn?"
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"It's okay, you can tell me. I mean, it'd explain a whole lot."
"Mars. Do you have any intention of helping at all?"
"I never thought about it before, but I guess he could be pretty hot. If he weren't twice your age and creepy, I mean. I did always figure you'd go for the smart type."
"Please. Just go away."