An Unexpected Guest Chapter 1, a pokémon fanfic

It was by far the most irritating sound in the world to him.

This was the third time the phone had rang in the last five minutes. A certain someone had ignored his earlier request to spend his painful workday in solitude, intent on interrupting his Thursday afternoon. He was going in for surgery tomorrow morning, did she really have to add to his misery?

Resisting the urge to pound the computer keyboard with his fists (he reminded himself that his darling was far too precious for such abuse), Professor Sebastian shot a nasty glare in the way of the telephone before stomping over and yanking it off the hook.

" What is it?" he demanded. " I asked you nicely not to disturb me this afternoon. I'm in a terrible way and I don't feel up to much of anything. Ask Giovanni if it's not enough for him that I came into work at all!"

" Yes, sir, you've made it clear to everyone within a five mile radius of headquarters that you don't feel good..." Wendy rolled her eyes, knowing full well that he could see her do it through the video phone, but it was a well-known fact that Professor Sebastian could be quite self-absorbed sometimes and she felt confident that he would be too busy wallowing in his own misery for her disrespect to incur his wrath. " I had to call you because you have a very insistent visitor here."

" I told you that I'm not taking any calls OR appointments."

" I told him that, sir, and he wants to see you anyways. He says it's important. Shall I send him down?"

" Listen…Wanda? Is that your name?" Sebastian removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. The pain had gradually gotten worse through the day and his whole head was throbbing now. This wasn't helping, either.

" Wendy." She gritted her teeth. He knew full well what her name was. They dealt with each other on almost a daily basis.

" Whatever." He smirked. " All you had to do was keep things quiet for me this afternoon. Why is that so hard? Tell him to go away. Tell him I've gone to Hawaii. Russia. The bathroom. Anything…or do I need to deal with this problem myself?"

Wendy tensed. Her recent little tryst with Tyson was on the rocks at the moment, and she knew exactly who Sebastian would send to 'deal' with this problem, too.

" Er…sir, why don't you just see him? He seems really eager to talk to you, and he seems to know an awful lot about you. He says it will only take a minute."

Sebastian sighed. He might have continued to protest, but decided it really wasn't worth it to whine for so long.

" Fine. But don't think that I'm not going to tell Giovanni about your incompetence. You know, if I really wanted to stick it to you, I could have you mopping floors back in Kanto by the end of the week. You're lucky I'm so nice."

" Mmhmm." She didn't seem to take his comment at all seriously, hanging up the phone and turning to the fidgeting young man before her desk, who had heard the entire conversation.

" Is he like this often?"

" Oh, usually he's fairly pleasant. He's just cranky because his sweet tooth has finally caught up with him and he has to have a cavity filled tomorrow morning. His office is right down the way…"

Back in his office, Sebastian sulked over to collapse in his swivel chair, reluctantly closing his rather successful game of Lemonade Stand. This had better be good, for Wanda's sake.