So I was writing the one-sentence drabbles for my other fic Golden Jubilee, and I came across this prompt called 'sentiment'. I liked my one-sentence so much (my opinion) that I decided to flesh it out a little bit more- so here we go! Gymshipping! (And the Brock x Misty section is really sparse, so I'm adding more material to it…)
This story essentially covers multiple one-sentences in the third chapter of my other fic 'Golden Jubilee'. Kudos if you can find them :D
Sorry if there's any OOC-ness, I'm not really basing it on the anime, but more off the manga. Which didn't give me any material to work with in the first place. I tried.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. I'm willing to sell my house though :D
"I can't wait," Misty said as Brock came into the living room.
The Rock type Gym Leader flopped onto the couch, cradling the bowl in his arms. "For…" he probed.
Misty settled on the couch opposite him, grinning as she stretched. "The popcorn. Hand it over, Brock. You know how I enjoy caramel popcorn."
"Now look here, I made the caramel myself and drizzled it over the popcorn, don't you think that I deserve first taste?" Brock teased, just holding it out of Misty's reach.
The videophone rang just then, and Misty sighed with exasperation as she gave up the fight. "There's a sign that clearly says 'Gym closed for the week', what part of that do the challengers not get? Why do they have to call me to clarify?" She got up, grumbling all the way and Brock followed, setting the glass bowl of popcorn down on the table first.
"Don't," he warned as Geodude burst out of its Pokeball; the rock type Pokemon made a sound that seemed like a complaint, but subsided into the corner of the room.
The videophone flickered, and then the dark surroundings of the Viridian Gym came into focus, along with a familiar, serious face adorned by brown spiky hair. Misty raised her eyebrow, surprised at the caller: "Green," she said with some hint of concern in her voice, "Is something wrong?"
Brock popped his head into the picture when Misty said Green's name and waved hello; the younger Gym Leader gave him an acknowledging nod, but nothing more. "Are the both of you in Cerulean?" he asked, his voice seemingly raspy from lack of use.
Misty tugged her earlobe, a sure sign that she was getting a little irritated. "You're calling me, Green. Yes, we're in Cerulean." Brock snickered at how it rhymed, and she picked up a pen and threw it at him.
Her colleague seemed to mull this over a bit. "Do you have a spare room I could borrow, by any chance?" was the next question out of his mouth, and it surprised both Misty and Brock. Green simply blinked, and went on to explain himself in the usual methodical manner of his: "I need to get away from Viridian for a while, and Pallet Town is really out of the question right now since Daisy has her fiancée coming over and he's taking my room-"
"Daisy's engaged?" Misty interrupted, and Green nodded.
"Bill," he offered quietly, and Brock whooped.
"Sorry," he apologized when Misty glared at him and Green cleared his throat. "Go on."
Green pulled absently at one of his spikes. "I just need to get away from Viridian for a while," he repeated, "and you two are the closest people I know right now."
"What about Red?" Brock asked, and Misty punched him in the arm.
"Come on, I'm sure he doesn't want to stay on top of a freezing mountain for a week-" she snapped.
"Red's done it perfectly fine-" Brock protested.
"He's Red, he's an idiot-"
"Up till five years ago you were pining for him!" Brock pointed out, and received a smack upside the head from his girlfriend. Green watched all this with what seemed like detached amusement; Brock wondered if the boy had ever smiled in his entire life.
"As it is," Green put in as both Gym Leaders subsided into silence, "The Johto Dex Holder Gold is going up there to bring him to Pallet Town. Some sort of special occasion, I do believe."
"And you won't be there?" Brock asked curiously.
Green just shook his head no. "Personal reasons," he muttered.
Both Brock and Misty looked at each other; neither of them wanted to give up their weekend together, but both of them picked up on the fact that Green didn't want to be around any of his usual companions for some strange reason. Finally, Misty nodded. "I have a spare room," she volunteered (though she briefly wondered if she should tell Green to go accompany Sabrina- their silent temperaments would suit each other well). "You're free to use my house for as long as you want."
The Viridian Gym Leader stood, cracking his knuckles as he did so. "I appreciate it. Thank you, Misty. I'll be there by tomorrow evening. I assume you'll be there, too, Brock?"
Brock just flashed him a thumbs up, and Green nodded once before turning off the videophone. Brock slumped into the chair next to Misty's, playfully kicking her sneaker-clad foot- "You think he would say goodbye once in a while," he remarked as the Water Type trainer rolled her head back and looked at the ceiling.
Misty shrugged. "He doesn't even say hello much. The good news is," she said, changing the subject, "he probably won't bother us."
The other Gym Leader raised a skeptical eyebrow, and Misty sighed. "I hope he won't bother us, at least," she amended. "The kid's twenty one though. He won't need us old hands to babysit him."
"Unless he comes downstairs and asks in that polite yet aggravating way of his to watch the movie with us-"
"Brock, that's your colleague you're talking about."
"I don't care. He's twenty-one. He's an adult, by the way, not a kid."
Misty exhaled before suddenly sitting upright in her seat. "Ah, I know what's going on," she smiled in that devious yet exhilaratingly adorable way of hers- Brock cursed himself for having such a low tolerance for female charm.
"You," Misty began, standing up and leaning over Brock, "are jealous."
"Of a twenty-one year old?" Brock snorted in amusement. "Not likely."
She tweaked his nose. "I think it's very likely. I also think it's cute. But knock it off when he gets here and be the mature adult I know you are."
"Or think," Brock said just as Misty tacked on that part to her sentence, she laughed and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
"I got over Red six years ago, just so you know," she winked as she retreated; Brock's arms reached out and wrapped her back to him.
"Oh?" he murmured, his chocolate tone tickling her ears. "I don't remember you ever telling me that."
"You have the memory span of your Geodude," Misty retorted just as something broke in the living room, causing the both of them to jump apart. "Did we leave something made out of glass in my living room?"
"The caramel popcorn-" Brock stopped and then sighed. "Geodude."
Sure enough, the Rock type Pokemon was happily eating scattered popcorn off the floor, but Misty's Lapras was also attempting to incline its long neck towards the ground and eat it. Geodude, sensing Lapras' discomfort, began to toss tiny pieces of popcorn up into the huge sea dinosaur's mouth.
Misty sighed. "This is why I have thirty or so glass bowls," she said to nobody in particular and Brock smiled and slung his arm around her shoulders.
"I think it's rather adorable, how our Pokemon are helping each other," he commented. "Sort of like us, don't you think?"
"Mm." Misty made a non-committal sound, but smiled up at Brock anyway.
There was silence for a few moments before Brock mused, "Well, that was a nice moment. Think we'll still have some like those when Green gets here?"
Misty laughed out loud and walked towards the couch, dragging her chuckling boyfriend with her. "You're so jealous," she teased as she took up her previous position.
"Am not." Brock gestured at his Pokemon. "Geodude, do you mind tossing me that remote?" He caught it as the small Pokemon threw it at his face. "Little less strength next time, buddy, don't utilize your strength training on me."
"You are so jealous," Misty responded in retaliation.
Brock flashed his white smile. "Then let's just say I have a very good reason to be jealous," he winked. "A very pretty reason."
Misty threw a Seel-covered pillow at him. "Charmer," she retorted, even though she blushed prettily.
Brock simply chortled and pulled her closer, letting her snuggle into him. "Yeah, whatever, Waterflower. Let's just settle back and watch the really cheesy movie that you picked out and expect me to cry at, okay?"
Well? Well? What did you think? Good? Bad? Loved it? Hated it? Think I should be thrown off fanfiction? LET ME KNOW :D