Story Note: TeaShipping (Bill/Daisy). PokeSpe manga-verse. Drabble. Setting: They live together at Bill's house (with a platonic relationship in this story). Fluff. Can be taken as an AU, or not, that's up to you. 2nd person POV w/ Bill. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Your Protector
by. xxBurningxx

You hand gingerly grasps the mug and a short 'thank you' is given in payment. A brush of fingers and smile in return sends butterflies up your stomach and adrenaline through your veins. The simplest actions have great powers over you-but only when they are recieved from her and aimed towards you.

(Her and only her.)

The color of emerald has invaded your life. A positive effect has only reflected off this and you can't help but take in more and more and more.

(It's a good thing) you say.

(It's a beautiful thing) you tell her.

Replies with simple smiles and silent appreciation follow often, and you always grin too-you can't help it.

Sometimes a list forms in your head:

Walls - check. New paint; a fresh start.

Necklace - check. Always adorning her.

Tea - check. All the time, every day.

Eyes - check. Forever-you never get enough.

Whispered threads of steam raise from the drink and you think it's cooled off. Two years ago you set the cup down because it refused to befriend your tastes. You take a sip and warmness-it greets you kindly. Decent and you wouldn't have it any other way because she makes the best tea.

Then business, technical things and the PC Storage System, overrun you again and it's the same every day and you're happy.

"You'll keel over staring at those machines one day," she tells you one time. You laugh, agree, meanwhile taking in the little details. The white lab coat swishes as she departs with a spur of giggles and you're laughing too.

You didn't notice her set down the cup of tea on your desk.

One day you find a series of knocks on your door and a flash of lightning splayed against dark and shadowy night. She's shaking and you invite her in; each crack of thunder and she jumps a little higher. Then she's curled up against your side while shivers attack her and you stroke her hair, wishing the nightmares away.

You get up and protests fly your way but stop when you return with a cup

(it's your cup)

that's filled with a warm herbal tea. Irony wanders the field of your thoughts because for once you bring her the beverage.

And you can see the fear, so delicately woven in her emerald eyes, but it subsides ever so slightly as she takes a sip and even though the lightning still crackles you both know it'll be alright. She is grateful, but doesn't say it-you know.

(Don't worry) you think, (don't worry because I know.)

The shivers have halted their mission and it is a while before she falls into slumber, but that's okay.

It's a nice thing really

(what is it?)

knowing that you're needed.

A last sip of tea and then the cup is on the nightstand. You fall asleep eventually with a simple thought on your mind:

You wouldn't change it for anything.

~finish~

A/N: There isn't enough TeaShipping here...It doesn't make any sense canon-wise, but it's cute, isn't it? I think so, anyways. It's a different sort of ship, so I hope it wasn't too alien for you guys, and as always, I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!