It's short, I know. But I couldn't resist. And... it was inspired by a Pokeshipping fic with the same situation that I can't recall the name of. Anyway, it seemed unfair to me that Palletshipping didn't have a onesie for it :( (There might be, I'm just too lazy to look :P) So, in my boredom I wrote. Sorry for any typos.

Enjoy

Hearing is Believing


Both Pokemon stared open-mouthed at the door. Not one thought flashed in their minds as they continued to hear the noises that had been going on for about a good minute or so. They just wished it would end, so that their poor ears would be able to recover and their brains would recollect themselves from the current slosh of liquid they were currently in. But, alas, the sounds did not stop. They kept going and going--much like a certain pink bunny. Would it ever stop...?

"--Ah!"

Pikachu and Umbreon flinched and thought the same thing, Apparently not.

On the other side of the door, they knew exactly what was going on in there. Just because they were cute didn't mean they were dumb, but that could have been mislead by the fact that even though they wanted to move they were unable to. Maybe it was the food they'd eaten, maybe it was some effect of another one of Team Rocket's devious plans to capture one of them, or maybe just the sounds that continued to petrify them, but either way, they knew they couldn't move. And even if they had, that wouldn't have let them escape the sounds, or the steady thrumming of something hitting another something on the other side of that door.

When they had both met up they'd knew what was sure to come; their trainers would undoubtedly clash, and they would be caught up in it, too. But as they rushed to find those very trainers, they'd ended up here instead, listening to what would be engraved into their minds for the rest of their little Poke lives, and what would now flash up sporadically from time to time whenever they heard their trainers crying out--whatever the situation may be.

If it were up to them, they would have gotten earplugs, but unfortunately for them, they were loyal little Pokemon and did not scrimmage in Professor Oak's laboratory without permission. But on the other hand---

--If their trainers could have sex on Oak's desk, then why weren't they allowed to find some salvage of their own?

Hurriedly and finally snapped out of their daze, the Pokemon scurried off to find some way to end their torture. Because as happy as they were for their friends... this was just too much.

Would love to hear your thoughts on it ;] You know what that means!