A/N Currently trying hard to finish my drawing of Steven and Flannery. It might be up on my deviantart by Sunday. Maybe. Eh...

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Title: Torkoal the Messenger

Rating: K

Genre: Romance

Summary: My day would start off as it would have any other day. I'd deliver little letters back and forth between the two lovebirds. Am I considered a messenger then? Maybe.

My day would start off as it would have any other day. I live with such an odd little couple, I really do.

In the mornings I would get up from my usual sleeping spot that was in the middle of the small living room. I would hobble around lazily around my small pile of fireproof cushions until someone, usually the man called Steven, would walk out from the bedroom. He looked terrible in the mornings, mind you. He would always pass by me and let out a loud yawn as he went over to make the morning coffee. I never understood why anyone would like that bitterly tasting thing.

As it would boil in it's little pot, he'd stoop down to me and give me a little pat on my dry head. Then he would stand back up and pull out a letter he had written the night before, from the kitchen counter.

"Be careful with this, Torkoal. It's very important," he warned, smiling as he handed me the letter. "You know who it goes to, right?" I snorted at him saying such a ridiculous thing. I've done this for nearly a month straight. I think I would know how to do my job by now.

He would always chuckle when I would snatch the letter away from his hand rather roughly. I could never get that man to hate me.

I hobbled around the kitchen counter and inched my way into the bedroom. There I saw my trainer, already standing in front of the mirror and tidying herself up for the day. She noticed me and turned around.

"Torkoal!" she exclaimed happily as she immediately knelt down in front of me. I snorted out ash happily as I handed her the letter. She giggled at me as she opened up the envelope and began reading the contents inside.

I wanted to tell her at that moment, "couldn't you have gotten married to someone else? That guy treats me as if I'm an idiot! He definitely doesn't deserve you!" Of course I kept my mouth shut.

I watched her as she giggled and blushed while silently reading the contents of the letter. 'Was he really that wonderful?' I wondered to myself as she finished up her reading.

"Thank you very much Torkoal," she said kindly, a pink blush still upon her cheeks. "I'll have you deliver my letter soon as well."

I was lounging around outside again. It seems that was all there was to do nowadays, since there were so little gym challenges.

Lazily, I watched Steven hanging up the laundry on the thin ropes. It was quite hilarious the first few times around when Flannery was teaching him how to properly pin the clothes down on the line. But, now I just watched him as he skillfully threw the white bedsheets over the thin rope and clipped them down securely.

I snorted softly as the grass tickled my nostrils. He caught my attention again when he left the half finished laundry to sit down on the ground next to me. The quick sounds of a pencil gliding over paper reached my ears. I raised my head and saw that he was once again writing his letter. He noticed me looking at him so he laughed and patted my head.

"Sorry you have to deliver this letter too, Torkoal."

I sighed lowly as he finished up his last sentence. Just as he handed me the neatly folded piece of paper, I chomped down on it and snatched it away. And of course, he would laugh as he always did whenever I'd act so rudely towards him. What an idiot.

We weren't in out usual hot spring pool, from what I noticed. The room wasn't as hazy and steamy and the water seemed to be a little bit colder than the ones Flannery usually went to. But, I paid no mind to it.

I was lying around again as Flannery read the letter written by Steven. I heard her laughing softly as she leaned against the rocks surrounding the hot spring. She set the letter down behind her and splashed some water up to her neck. "He's an idiot, isn't he Torkoal?" she asked me, giggling softly.

I raised my head. 'Finally! You understand me!'

"But...that's just what makes him cute." She turned around to me and smiled. "What am I saying? It's weird to call a guy like him, "cute," isn't it?"

I snorted out a bit of ash and went back to my nap. 'I give up...you're both weird.'

After being in the hot springs, I followed Flannery out. We quietly went back to the gym as the sun was starting to set. The letter Flannery had written to him was in between my teeth. It was interesting watching her write the letter as she was getting changed in the small dressing room for the hot springs. She would occasionally write against the wall, against her knees, heck, she even tried to use my back as a makeshift table. Of all the nerve!

Of course, this being the trainer that had nurtured me all these years, I couldn't get mad at her for something like that.

"Okay Torkoal, he should be inside," she whispered as she placed her hand on the doorknob. She gave me a small wink and went inside the house. I followed behind her, closely to her heels. We went into the small living room and saw him lying there on the couch, sleeping contently.

Flannery smiled as she went over to him and stroked his silver colored hair. He groaned a bit and stirred in his sleep. I watched as she giggled softly and turned back to me. "Wake him up for me, will you Torkoal?" she asked in a gentle voice.

When she walked past me, I went towards him. His arm was swinging just slightly off the carpeted floors. I nudged it a bit, seeing if there was any reaction. When there was none, I frowned and nudged at his hand again, this time a bit more roughly. When that didn't wake him up, I set down the letter on the floor and let out my usual strained roar. Finally at this, he awoke. He glanced down at me and rubbed his eyes free of sleep.

"Oh Torkoal, sorry." He smiled sleepily at me. I huffed and accidentally let out a stream of ash from my nostrils. All that man did was wave the small cloud of ash away and chuckle. He noticed the letter lying just a few inches away from me and picked it up. Quietly he sat up from the couch and opened up the folded piece of paper.

I went over to my cushion pile in the middle of the room and lied down again. From there, I watched him read the small letter. He would put his hand over his mouth and rest his elbow on his knee as he read that thing. Every time, he would be smiling and laughing to himself, just like Flannery did. I never understood that.

But, this time was slightly different. I saw his facial expression change from that of a smile to a look of question and curiosity. I raised my head just as Flannery came into the room.

Immediately, Steven held up the letter and asked her, "What does-, I mean...really?" he asked. A small ploom of ash came out of my nose as I snorted at how confused he sounded. I turned my head toward my trainer and all she did was nod. Then she placed her hand on her stomach. A pretty little smile decorated her face as she answered him. "Really. The doctor told me yesterday. I just wanted to surprise you." She laughed softly.

I continued to watch as Steven got up from the couch with a look of realization on his face and laughed fully as he brought Flannery in for a hug. He picked her up and she laughed as well.

"Be careful!" she exclaimed, giggling in between. He set her down on the floor and promptly went back to hugging her. He had his face buried in her neck and I barely heard him whispered, "this is great." They held each other for a while and kissed.

"I love you," I heard him say to her.

All my trainer did was smile as she brought him in for another kiss.

And of course, all I did was bury my head in the soft cushions to go to sleep.

I live with such an odd little couple, I really do.

A/N Sorry, this idea was too cute to pass up. I think Torkoal looks cute. Then again, I think Aggron looks cute too. -dot dot dot-

Anyways, at the end, if it wasn't clear enough. Flannery did get pregnant.

On another sidenote, I'll update my other Steven x Flannery story soon.