I do not own Pokemon or any of the characters
This is an AU based in modern time New York
Lyra ran through the darken alley, ducking behind a trash can when the man she was following turned around.
His name was Silver Campbell.
Something about him intrigued her. He was Adonis personified. He was well over six feet and the top of her head only reach his shoulder. His auburn hair was longer than was in style and reached his shoulder. There was also something mysterious about his hard silver eyes. They held no colour beside grey yet she could drown in them. His over size jacket couldn't hide his wide shoulder and she could only imagine how it feels to be held but such a well able body. Despite his physical feature, he was able to maneuver his way around the city without causing a sound.
She knew it was silly for a twenty four year old woman to have a high school crush and to have one for such a dangerously looking man was worse. But then again, Lyra was not the average woman. She was the top reporter of the New York Times and her instinct told her that there was more to the newest reporter then was meet the eye.
Her breath created a puff of vapour and wished she had decided to trail him some other day then this. It was a couple weeks before Christmas and it was snowing, adding to the already accumulation layer of snow on the ground.
He turned again and she pulled her trench coat closer around her. She slumped against the wall, pretending to be an homeless person. She let out the breath she was holding when he started to walk away. She stood up and counted to ten before she began following him again. She turned the next corner and found herself captive to two steel grey eyes.
Silver grabbed his stalker's throat and lifted him, slamming him against the wall. The culprit gasped and looked at him with fearful eyes. His neck was slender and Silver judged him to bee in his teens.
"Why are you following me?" Silver asked in a hard voice. He realize the boy couldn't speak so loosened his grip but didn't let go.
Lyra knew it was better not to say anything than to answer the man so remained quiet. She saw his eye twitch and knew he was getting impatient with her. He grabbed her scarf and pulled it off roughly.
Silver let go off her quickly as if she burned him but didn't step back. He recognized her as the sunny reporter that worked along side him. He had just started a little over two months ago and thought he was going to go crazy because of her! She sat at the desk across from him and she spent her time distracting him from his work. She was so damn forgetful that he believed the day she didn't ask for a pencil or paper was a sign of the apocalypse. Worse she had the habit of biting the end of his pencil.
It wasnt like he didn't like her, she just annoyed him. Gold was constantly trying to get him to talk to her but he wanted as little interaction with his co-workers as possible. It wasn't that she was hard on the eyes, he found her very attractive. He wasn't looking for a relationship with anyone currently. She had light brown hair that was tied into two silly pig-tails. Her large brown eyes stared up at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. There must have been fifty shades of brown in those eyes. Her body was slender and he blushes when he realized how it was pressed against him.
He took a stepped back and she slumped to the floor, rubbing her neck. Silver sighed and reached out a hand to her, helping her to her feet. "Let's try this again. Why were you following me?"
"I'm sorry but..." She trailed off trying to find a reasonable excuse. She beamed and searched her pockets, "I was going to return your pencil but you left before I could. I got curious about where the office's elusive mystery man goes after work so I followed you. I guess the reporter in me couldn't help it."
She laughed but he only scowled. "I'm going home. Since your curiosity is now appeased, you can go home."
"Wait, where do you live?" She ran after him, "maybe it's near my place and we could walk together. If its too far we can take a cab, it's dangerous to be walking in this part of town when it's dark."
"Says the girl who was following me home in the night and in one of the most dangerous part of the city." He muttered but she heard him.
"Hey I know karate. I was taught by the one and only, Bruce Lee. I watched every Kung-fu move out there!"
"Watching Jackie Chan movies doesn't make you an expert in martial arts." He told her blandly.
"Have anyone ever tell you that you're no fun?"
"Constantly." He rolled his eyes. Why was he even entertaining her by answering?
"And do you know why they do?" She didn't wait for him to respond before she answered for him, "It's because you're much too serious. I can understand why you would be at work but work's over now."
"Okay, Sally Sunshine-" He finally had enough of her chattering.
"It's Lyra." She placed her hands on her hips.
"Does it seem like I care? I may have to put up with at work but I don't have to after. I don't know how your friends can put up with you! I think the better question is: what go-happy island you just came from? Are you totally oblivious to the fact that I want to rip my hair out when you start talking? Can you just leave me alone? If you stop asking me for stuff because you're so damn forgetful would be great too!"
He turned when he saw tears wield up in her eyes. "I think you should go home now."
She didn't say anything and to be honest that was more painful to watch than if she were to yell at him. She stared at him with teary eyes before turning away from him. He had to admire her when she walked away with her head held high.
Lyra decided that it wasn't a complete fail. She decided to get him a 'I'm a completely arrogant jerk' T-shirt. She even decided to customize it and make it herself. Maybe she'll ask Crystal to teach her how to make it, it couldn't be that hard, could it? Maybe she should get him coal instead, less obvious.
She pulled out the little piece of paper from her pocket with Silver's name scribbled on it. It was just her luck that she drew the insensitive jerk's name. It was two weeks to Christmas and the office decided that it would be a great idea to have a Secret Santa draw and a party where they exchange gifts. They even set out a space for each employee so that a person can be given gifts early. Since she knew Silver was new she wanted to give him something extra special and decided to follow him to find what he wanted or needed.
She was so caught up in her rage that she found herself lost. She ran out of the alley in hopes that a taxi would be driving by. Just as she was about to walk into the lighted street a hand grabbed her arm. She thought it was Silver and turned around to tell him off.
"Look Silver, I'm sorry that-" She trailed off when she saw that it wasn't Silver but a stranger. A foul smelling breath hit her face and she thought that this new threat had been drinking. He was wearing a torn jacket with the hood pulled over his head. She felt something hard pressed against her ribs.
"Give me your money or I'll shoot!" The stranger hissed against her cheek and Lyra felt like gagging. "Looks like you and your boyfriend just got into a fight so he won't be saving you anytime soon."
Lyra gulped. Why didn't she walk faster or paid more attention? She whimpered when he jerked her arm back more.
"Hey! My arm doesn't bend that way."
"I just want your money, you little bitch." He said in a harsh whisper.
Lyra knew that he wanted her money more than he wanted to kill her. He forced himself behind her as a precaution to hide his face and she could feel the gun shaking against her hip. She drew in a shaky breath and force fear into her voice.
"Okay, I'll give you my wallet but I can't reach it when you're holding my arm back like that."
"Don't try anything funny." He snarled and loosened his grip on her. She thrust her head back, wincing when the back of her head connected with his chin. She knew not to turn her back on her enemy and give him an opening to attack her so when he let go she rolled away from him. She hit the trash can but manage to not pass out. She grabbed the trash can lid then kicked the trash can towards her attacker but it didn't slow him much.
"You little bitch!" He aimed his gun at her. She lifted the trash can lid in reaction to the sound of the gun going off.
All she heard was her harsh breathing and the air was thick with tension. She hadn't felt the bullet pierce her skin and no blood soak her clothes so she thought she was sent to heaven. She peaked over the edge of the trash can lid and saw that she was in the same alley.
The only difference was that Silver was standing above her. He was holding her attacker arm and she guessed that he had thrown her attacker aim askew.
Silver pulled out a gun from his pocket so quickly it seem to materialize in his hand.
"I'm not afraid to shot you and claim it as self defense!" Silver said in a deadly even voice, "I'm sure the lady will back me up on my claim."
Silver shoved him to the ground, twisting the man arm behind his back. He grabbed the man's gun and threw it in Lyra's general direction. "Lyra, get the gun and call the police."
She nodded and did as she was told while Silver tied the man to a pole with his hand behind his back using the sleeve of the man's jacket he ripped off.
"Should we wait for the police?" Lyra asked him. He didn't get a chance to reply before sirens were heard.
Silver spent the next few hours at the police station answering their questions before he was able to go home. When he walked out of the station he saw Lyra sitting on the bench near the entrance. She saw him and jumped up.
"I never got to thank you for what you did." She began, "Where did you learn how to fight like that?"
"My friend Gold is in the police force and he thought that it was good if we trained together." He explained.
"Gold Dallas?" He nodded, "I know his friend Crystal Hale, she's my sister! Isn't it ironic what a small world we live in?"
He nodded. "For such a small woman you can hold your own in a fight. Well, it's late so we should go home." He started to walk away but stop when he realized that she followed him, "Aren't you going to go home?"
"Can I go to your house and stay for a while? I don't know what direction my house is. I won't be that much trouble, I'll just make a call to Crystal and she could pick me up. My phone ran out of battery and I don't feel like waiting at a police station."
"I guess it won't be that much trouble." He rubbed the back of his head. He almost fell back when she launched herself at him with a hug.
"Thank you Silver! I guess you aren't as bad as I thought." He grunted in reply but she only smiled.
She followed him as he lead her back to his small apartment. It wasn't so bad, Lyra thought it was quaint and homey. There wasn't much furniture in the living room that connected with the kitchen.
"You can call your sister while I'm taking a shower." Silver didn't look to see if she answer, he just walked into what Lyra could only assume as the bathroom.
She decided that he didn't have much people over since the closest thing to a dining room was the low table he had in front of the couch. She had to go through a pile of old wrappers and scrap paper to find his home phone. She quickly called Crystal and explained to her the situation as well as Silver's address.
She snuck into his room when she heard the shower turn on. His bedroom was cleaner than his living room. His bed was pushed against the wall near the window and was facing a tv. There wasn't much so there was a lot of things that she could get him as a present. Then something caught her eye.
When Silver walked out it was oddly quiet yet there was a pleasant smell in the air. He rubbed the towel against the side of his head to dry has hair as he walked into the kitchen. Lyra was standing at his barely used oven.
"Hey Silver, I thought I'll make you some lasagna for you as thanks for saving me." She turned and found herself staring at his bare chest. She could count the individual muscles on his arms and chest. At least he had his pants on. What interested her the most was the tattoo on his left shoulder. She flushed when she realize she was staring and turned back to her cooking.
Luckily a car horn cut through her daze. "That must be Crystal! Just let that cool for a while then you can eat it."
She ran out the door before he could thank her. He walked over to the fridge and found a little note taped to the fridge. Call me sometimes, Lyra. Her number was scribbled underneath and he smiled without realizing he was. He placed it in his notebook before taking the lasagna to the couch. It was pretty good and he watched his Saturday night special.
He threw the crudely wrapped present onto the space labeled: Lyra Hale. They had gotten closer since that night but he was still passive to talking to other co-workers. She would often sit with him during their lunch break and he had to admit that he was getting use to having her sunny smile around. He saw that she came early today and reminded himself to ask her why. He saw her yawn and decided that she wasn't use to waking up so early.
"Did you get enough sleep last night?" He placed a Starbucks coffee in front of her.
"Yeah," she took the coffee and thanked him.
She didn't want to tell him that she tried to get to work earlier than him so that she could placed her Secret Santa present in his space without him seeing. She also got him another one so that he wouldn't suspect that she was his Secret Santa. She kinda overdid it with her wrapping but when she saw there was almost no presents in his space she had tried to make her present stand out as much as possible. He deserved to feel liked.
"Are you coming to the Christmas party tomorrow?" She asked.
"I don't like those kinds of parties," He shrugged. "My sister Blue was is coming home for Christmas so I'm just going to take my presents home and opening them there."
"Oh..." She was a little disappointed that she wasn't going to be there when he opened her present. "I guess it makes sense that you want to spend your Christmas with your family."
"You want to come?" He asked. "Gold is going to be there so maybe your sister Crystal can come to."
She beamed and he blushed, "Thank you Silver and I know what you're trying to do. Are you trying to be Gold's wingman and get him together with Crystal?"
"Do you think she will go for it?"
"Maybe." She laughed.
"My God Gold, you're so immature!" Crystal burst through the door with Gold closely following.
"There was a mistletoe!" Gold laughed, throwing his arm over her shoulder, "I had to kiss you or suffer twenty years of bad dating luck!"
Crystal only rolled her eyes at his outburst.
Lyra laughed at the sight of her sister and newly found friend laughing. She turned when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Merry Christmas Lyra." Silver handed her a cup of hot chocolate.
"Thanks Silver." She smiled softly at him. "And thanks for the hat."
He remember seeing the oversize Mario hat and immediately thought of her so bought it for her as a Christmas present.
"Well are you going to open my present or am I going to have to open it for you?"
He picked up the large wrapped box and shook it but no sound emitted from the action. He opened it careful to preserve the wrapping paper.
"What the Hell?" He pulled out another colourful box. It went on like that until he reached the last box that held a note. Look inside you bedroom closet.
He got up and went to his room. He had to admit that he was curious about what Lyra had planned. When he opened it however he regretted his curiosity. An avalanche of number two pencils fell on him. There must have been at least fifty of them!
He turned when he heard someone giggle behind him. He snarled at Lyra but she only laughed harder. "I gave you one pencil for every one I borrowed. There sixty eight pencils altogether but there are only forty in the closet."
"So there's at the most twenty six more pencil traps out there?" He groaned when she nodded. "You're out to get me aren't you?"
"Of course not! Come on, there's still more presents to open!" She grabbed his hand and he allowed her to pull him out.
He didn't open his last present from his Secret Santa however and decided to search for Lyra's pencils instead. He found them in the oddest place. He even had to explain to his sister Blue why he was using a pencil as a toothbrush. By the end of the night he found sixty seven and he could only imagine where the last one was.
"You found them all!" Lyra cheered.
"I still need one more." Silver sighed.
"But I saw you find all the hiding spots." Her brows wrinkled in confusion.
"Maybe I counted them wrong or missed one in the closest." He shrugged.
"I can't wait till it's Valentine." She laughed, "imagine all the pencils I would've borrowed by then."
Silver saw that it was almost midnight and that everyone left except Lyra so told her that she could sleep on the couch since he didn't want her to walk home late at night.
"Hey you didn't your last present." Lyra held out a cylinder shaped present. When he touches it, his hand sank into it yet when he shook it, it made a jingling noise. When he took his time opening it, Lyra took it ripped it open for him.
A colourful quilt swilled over onto their lap. He picked up the thick material and studied the embroidery. It must have been homemade since his name was stitched in the corner surrounded by little bells. He had to admit it was a good present since his blanket was well past it's prime.
He had to laugh at the little picture book sewn onto it. The first scene was off a superhero that was labeled St. Arrogant flying over New York. The next panel was of the reporter, Haley following him in hopes of finding his secret identity. Later she was attacked but then then St. Arrogant smacked and together they defeated Dr. Strange. He laughed at how the two became partners of justice and flew over the city.
"You have to read this Lyra!" He laughed but turned to see she was sleeping on his shoulder. He smiled softly at how innocent she looked when he knew different. Silver picked her up as gently as he could and placed her on his recliner, pushing it back so she wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck. He decided to make good use of his present, so threw it over her and tucked her under it.
He notice something fall out from one of the folds of the quilt. He picked up the pencil and grinned. So she was his Secret Santa and could imagine what inspired her story.
"Merry Christmas Lyra." He pressed his lips softly against her temple.
Lyra snuggled closer to the bundle of heat beneath her. Something strange happened, the hard lump beneath her shifted and groaned. She rubbed her tired eyes and sat up. She gasped when she realize the soft lump beneath her was Silver. They must have fallen asleep sometime during the night in the large chair. She smiled when she realized they were wrapped around the quilt she made him.
Lyra checked her watch and saw that it was still early and they didn't have to go to work so she decided to stay for a while more. It was more comfortable snuggling against his hard body than she thought it would be. She pulled the thick material around them more and laid her head on his shoulder.
When she woke up later that day, the sun was high in the sky.
"Morning sleepy head." Silver placed a hot mug in her hands. He was dressed and she guessed that he had been up for a while.
"What time is it?" Lyra yawned.
"It's almost noon. I called your sister and told her you slept over so she wouldn't worry about you." He told her. "If you're free this afternoon, I was thinking of taking you out for dinner or we could rent a movie and I'll make us dinner."
This shocked her, they spent time with each other but he never offer to take her out to dinner. "I don't have anything planned and I would love to watch a movie."
He smiled at her and her heart skipped a beat. It must have been the first time she saw him smile and she had to ask what caused the change in him.
"It's a date then." She smiled and was surprise he didn't wince or correct her. "Okay, who are you and what did you do to the anti-social Silver I know?"
Silver threw his head back and laughed. "I guess I felt bad because I forgot to give you my second present?"
"Second?" She tilted her head adorably. Silver began to wonder when he developed deeper feeling for her since he knew they were there for awhile yet only just realize his feeling when he read the story on the quilt.
"You gave me two so it's only fair that I do too."
"How did you find out?" She asked, disappointed that he realized the she was his Secret Santa so quickly.
"You hide the last pencil in the quilt." He explain."
"Okay, so where's my second present?"
"Close your eyes." Silver ordered.
She did as she was told. She heard some rustling then felt something firm pressed against her lips. She opened her eyes in shock and Silver's eyes fill her vision. She closed her eyes and leaned closer to him. She heard him groan deep in her throat, cupped the back of her and once again sent her to heaven. He nipped at her bottom lip begging for entrance. She moaned and he took advantage of it, running his tongue over hers, deepening the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck holding him to her.
A loud knocking cutter through their haze. Silver grunted and gave her a quick kiss before going to answer it.
"Hey Silver do you think I can borrow your guitar?" She heard Gold voice come from the doorway. He didn't wait for him to answer before he rushed in.
He saw Lyra sitting on the large recliner with her kiss swollen lips and smirked, "I'm guessing this is a bad time. If you need me to go to the convince store and buy you some-"
"Get out Gold!" Silver screamed pointing towards the door.
Gold laughed as he walked out the door, "See ya Lyra. Some guys get all the luck, don't they? All I got last night was a kick in the face."
"Sorry about that." Silver sighed as he closed the door. He sat and pulled her onto his lap.
"You play guitar?" She asked intrigued. There was so much she still didn't know about him.
"I used to." He shrugged. "So did you like your present?"
"I love it." She giggled, "I think you ruined any kiss I get from now on."
He chuckled deep in his chest. "The kiss wasn't the present, though I'm glad you like it."
"Then what was my present?"
He held up the mistletoe between them and gave her another quick kids that had her heart racing. "If two people kiss under the mistletoe, it's said to bring them good luck. That was my present to you. So do you feel any luckier?"
"Depends. What are you making for me for dinner?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered her question against his lips.
"Stir Fry is my specialty." He answered.
She laughed, "Then yes, I love Chinese food."
He kissed her deeply, taking her breath away. "I think I rather have you right now."
Hope you like this even if it's kinda random. I don't know if this is right but I used St. as Sargent.