Harbor; G; Brendan/May
It's usually the man who comes and goes like the wind to be loved by the awaiting love of his life. But is he who is waiting (patiently, eagerly) for her to come home.
For Larky whom I hope this is what she hoped for. :)
She travels around the regions: Kanto, Johto, Sinnoh and some obscure place called Isshu. It makes her a bit tanner than him, a little more worldly than he is, and pathetically more powerful than Brendan could ever hope to be. May has become something that he so childish, so naively wished as a young boy; a Champion and a traveling Pokemon Trainer.
He found his place in the world where he started from, taking up his father's work and becoming a gradually competent Pokemon researcher. He travels too; he knows Hoenn like the back of his hand from scaling hills and exploring caves to find more Pokemon and observing their habits. He's gone to Johto and to Kanto but he has never been to Sinnoh or Isshu. May brings back with her Pokemon from those regions, her Blaziken a constant companion on her belt.
May returns after being away from Hoenn for a year; Brendan only kept in touch with her through static-veined phone calls. She creeps into his lab; he's gotten to become more like his father with papers everywhere and samples of feces and soils and whatever scattered all over the place. He is asleep on the couch, legs draped over the armrest and his head thrown back with drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth; he'd pulled three consecutive all-nighters for submitting a project to the Pokemon Research Board.
He doesn't know she's in his lab until he wakes up and wipes the crusted slobber from his face and see her in his swivel chair with a mug (his mug) of coffee between her palms, watching him.
"Were you watching me sleeping?" he asks groggily and sits up.
She smiles and says, "Yes."
Brendan glances at her warily and runs his hands through mused up two-toned hair.
"That's creepy May," the corners of his lips quirk up.
May laughs and hands him the mug of coffee with its delicious caffeine aroma and he downs it despite the slight burn down his throat and the bit of dark-coloured liquid that escapes the corner of his mouth and dribbles off his chin and onto his lab coat.
In some twisted fairytale, it would be she that climbed through his window at night but Brendan has to charm her some way (because he can't do it through battling like Steven or Wallace or this guy called Lance or this Gold fellow or this Green guy or that Red on the top of Mt. Silver) so at night it is he who climbs through her window. And his grin is shadowed by her moon-lit blue eyes of delight when he slips his shoes off and crawls under the covers with her.
They talk in hushed tones and wandering hands as in-between questions and answers and mushiness he steals kisses and she steals them back. She tells him he's her anchor to this place and before he can ask if that's a bad thing she tells him it is a good thing and kisses him.
It's some twisted fairytale, he thinks when he watches her wave as she leaves again. It's usually the man who comes and goes like the wind to be loved by the awaiting love of his life. But is he who is waiting (patiently, eagerly) for her to come home. It is the knight who awaits his princess to come back from slaying dragons and saving dames (he snorts as this).
Brendan returns to his lab. He can deal with that as long as he remains her harbor.
Fin
