Sorry for like… the month of no updates guys. There was school and then lack of inspiration and you know the like. And now I'm leaving for Spain (TODAY) and decided I desperately needed to update.

It isn't Conjunctionshipping like I told some of you (sorry) because I wasn't in the mood for long, fluffy, and funny. So you must settle for slight Sinfulshipping, that's rather short and more reflective and solemn and whatever.

Contains a deserted Headquarters, a pensive Jupiter, sick Mars, and Sinfulshipping (which is yuri) that isn't exactly romantic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

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One

To Jupiter, the Headquarters had never seemed so…deserted. This wasn't true of course; there was always some Grunt milling about, or one actually doing their assigned duty. Still, the halls seemed eerily silent, cloaking the entire building with a dark and desolate feel.

Maybe it was because she wasn't there, roaming the halls and spreading cheer. Her usual joyfulness was…infectious. Yes, Jupiter thought that was the right word to describe it. Infectious…

The magenta-haired Commander never truly felt connected to any other member of Team Galactic – especially her fellow female Commanders. The only other she could at least tolerate was Saturn… But for one reason another, she disliked most of them with great intensity. The feeling was mutual for the most part. Jupiter gave them attitude, and they gave it right back. Maybe it was her own fault she felt so damn lonely.

But no. There was the one girl… The redhead who could always put a smile on her face, not matter what the circumstance. Jupiter was sure her absence was the reason the Headquarters appeared so gloomy.

She continued to stalk through the hallways, until she finally reached her destination. Standing in front of the cold, steel door, Jupiter glanced up at the reflective golden star crudely taped to the door. Her name – Mars – was emblazoned across it in red ink, a sticker portraying a Purugly right next to it. It fit the redhead nicely. It symbolized the star Mars desired to become…and the one Jupiter thought she already was.

A thin-lipped smile appeared on Jupiter's face as she remembered the star stuck on her door as well as the Medicham sticker. Mars really had too much energy sometimes. Bounding around the Headquarters, almost always looking out for others. She was the youngest though. The most naive… Mars did have another side though. One with a burning, fiery temper and fierce determination that pushed her to become one of the top Commanders.

Pushing open the door quietly, Jupiter slipped inside the redhead's darkened room. The air was still, with only Mars' incoherent mumbling and groaning disrupting the silence. A frown formed on Jupiter's lips as she saw Mars suffer, tangled in a sticky mess of sheets. Still, she made no move to comfort the ill Commander. Jupiter simply stood motionless in the doorframe, watching the inconsistent rise and fall of the girl's chest. Magenta eyes flickered around the room, surveying the décor. Jupiter spotted a picture frame on the girl's dresser and immediately felt compelled to take a closer look.

Tip-toeing as silently as possible over to the metallic set of drawers, Jupiter reached out to grab the dusty silver frame. Her hand accidentally bumped something on the dresser, sending it to the floor with a clatter. It was a Pokeball Jupiter realized, but not before it burst open, revealing a Pokemon in a cloud of black hearts.

The Purugly looked up at Jupiter in annoyance, fully expecting her own Trainer. If anyone was going to wake her up, it better be Mars. The cat Pokemon meowed lazily, albeit loudly, before curling up into a ball. The figure tangled in the sheets stirred, but did not awaken. Jupiter let out a sigh of relief before swooping down and picking up the Pokeball, recalling Purugly back inside its confines. She placed it carefully back onto the dresser, then proceeded to gaze at the picture frame.

Jupiter grabbed the frame, wary of knocking anything else over, and held it gingerly in her hands. It was a photograph of the two of them, Mars grinning widely and flashing a peace sign, Jupiter smirking, looking as though she was resisting the urge the beam with happiness. In the bottom corner of the picture, a point of Saturn's azure hair could be seen, as he tried to get in the picture at the last moment. Jupiter smiled, feeling an odd sensation of warmth in her heart. Mars actually cared enough about their friendship to keep the framed photograph visible to all…

A hacking cough could be heard coming from Mars' tiny frame, and Jupiter snapped her head up to gaze at the ill girl. There was a glass of water on her bedside table, accompanied by a medicine cup filled with a gelatinous purple liquid. It was untouched.

Jupiter frowned deeply with disapproval. Setting the frame back where it came from, she strode over to the bed, carefully placing herself on the end. She stroked Mars' face; it was sticky with sweat and burning hot to the touch. Jupiter shook her head. The girl would never get better if she refused to take her medicine… Gently placing a hand of Mars' side, Jupiter shook her in hopes of awaking her. Mars seemed to convulse, but was confined by her sheets.

"Mom…?" Mars moaned, not entirely conscious of her words or surroundings.

Jupiter couldn't help but grin slightly. "Mars," she whispered, leaning in close. "You need to take your medicine if you ever want to get well."

"But you know I hate grape," the delusional redhead murmured. Jupiter sighed, and instead adjusted the sheets so Mars would be more comfortable. Suddenly, she petite body began to shake, as though she was overcome with chills. Mars grasped onto Jupiter's side, snuggling into her body. She was warmer than the dirty sheets anyway…

Mars seemed to become still once she was close to Jupiter, and began to rest once more. The magenta-haired woman smiled down at her, using a gentle hand to move some matted hair off Mars' face. It was clear the redhead had no intention of taking the vile grape-flavored medicine. Then again, you could never force to her to do anything she didn't want to do. And that included removing herself from Jupiter's side.

Ignoring the fact that Mars was contagious, Jupiter settled more comfortably into the bed. Team Galactic could live without two of its Commanders for a while. After all, Jupiter would risk most anything, including her health, as long as her little redhead was content.

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Gah, well that's it. I hope my first attempt at Sinfulshipping isn't too atrocious.

Well I'm off to Spain for a while! Keep Team Galactic love alive and thriving!

And please leave me some nice reviews to read for when I get back!