Aww man! So sorry for not updating since June. It's been hectic. And I just didn't know how to go about writing this. Yet, when I got to it, it only took me a few hours…

Consider it major crack and pointless whatever. Because it makes absolutely NO sense.

I dedicate this to BlakeWilson, for poking me to update this every chance he got. And for writing Galaxy Gang, which is infinitely awesome. And to Animalluver and SuicidalToeSocks, who I know are both fans of Conjunctionshipping. P
Hell, how about I just dedicate this to everyone who has read/reviewed, because you people are amazing!

Contains: horribly written Conjunctionshipping (SaturnxMars) that seems to drag on forever with very unnecessary events and loose ends, gross food, delicious sweets, creepy cashiers and broken elevators.

Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I owned Team Galactic and all their glory…

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Stuck

The signs. Once again, Mars didn't understand the signs.

"Health and prosperity through the partaking of favorite foods!" read the sign tacked onto the sink. And yet there was only foul, unidentifiable foodstuffs caked around the sink. Mars frowned as a male Grunt pushed past her a vomited into the sink, due to the apparent lack of toilets. She glanced at the open bottle of…liquid…sitting on the table, left by the nauseous Grunt.

Stomach grumbling loudly, Mars proceeded to examine the bottle, nose scrunched. It looked like a bottle of mud from Pastoria's Great Marsh. Sitting the bottle back down, she wandered over to the refrigerator, where a similar message was stuck on the door with a Team Galactic insignia magnet.

"Drink all you wish to gain the energy to move forward!" proclaimed the sign. Yet all there was in the fridge were bottles after bottles of the murky sinister substance that caused the Grunt's heavy vomiting spell. Yet, Mars couldn't help but feel more than slightly compelled to take a drink…

Holding her nose with one hand, Mars took a chug of the…liquid, before running to the sink and vomiting, pushing the other Grunt out of the way before doing so. The "beverage" had hardly made its way down her throat before her gag reflex kicked in.

"Why is there no food in this place?!" Mars exclaimed, throwing the bottle against the wall where it exploded, sending the murky substance flying everywhere.

She shot a harsh glare in the Grunt's direction, who quailed out of fear. "I expect you to clean that up."

The Grunt simply groaned, clutching his stomach and slumping to the floor.

'That settles that,' Mars thought as her stomach continued to protest. 'It's time to go…shopping.'

O

"Jupiter!" Mars yelled, pounding on the woman's metallic bedroom door.

"Yes Mars?" the magenta-haired woman answered lazily, examining a freshly manicured nail.

"The Headquarters has no food!" the red head complained childishly.

"So? Food makes you fat."

Mars pouted. "Do you really think I'm fat?" She poked her stomach with uncertainty, a deep frown etched onto her face.

"I never said that Mars sweetie," Jupiter replied, patting the younger girl on the head affectionately.

"Then will you come to the Department Store with me?" Mars looked at her with pleading crimson eyes that no person with even half of a heart could resist. Yet, somehow, Jupiter refused.

"Sorry hun. I'm busy. Why don't you try Saturn?"

Tears began to well up in Mars' eyes. "It's because of Cyrus isn't it?! I know all about your secret meeting with him!" With that, Mars stormed down the hall, only to remember that Saturn's bedroom was right across from Jupiter's. With the shred of dignity she had left, Mars turned on her heel and stood in front of Saturn's door.

Jupiter simply watched her with a smirk. 'I'm beginning to think that girl spends too much time with Mercury…'

O

Saturn was sure in for a surprise when he opened his bedroom door, only to have Mars pounce on him, them both falling to the ground.

"Oh h-hello Commander M-Mars," he stuttered, blushing slightly.

"No need to be formal Saturn," Mars said, winking. "Could you do me a favor?" She twisted into a sitting position, directly on top of Saturn's stomach.

"Maybe, if you get off of me," he grunted, face turning red from the strain.

"Oh sorry!" She hopped off him, straightening out her skirt. Saturn couldn't help but take a quick peek, until Mars spun around, glaring down at him. Chuckling nervously, he rose to his feet.

"So…Mars. What can I do for you?"

"Can you go to the Department Store with me? Pretty please?" Mars began to use the same pleading look she pulled on Jupiter, but to no avail.

"Oh please Mars. You're a grown woman, fully capable of going to the store by herself," Saturn said.

"But I'm a cute woman who will probably get taken advantage of on the rough streets of Veilstone if I'm alone!"

…Well she was cute. Saturn's feline eyes widened at the thought, and he felt himself turning red. And he knew if would feel guilty if something did happen to her. Although the sensible side of him knew full well Mars could take care of herself.

Still, the way she was gazing at him… Sighing, Saturn saw he had no other choice. "Alright…Let's go…"

"Oh thank you!" Mars pounced once again, holding him in a tight embrace.

Saturn could already tell this was going to be a long afternoon…

O

"Ever since the Team Galactic chefs left on a permanent vacation, food's been pretty hard to come by at the Headquarters," Mars said, although this was a rather unnecessary and obvious statement. She was just attempting to make small talk as her and Saturn strolled through Veilstone City, all eyes on them.

People stared with wary eyes, recognizing the insignia they bore on the odd outfits. The citizens of Veilstone knew there were some…activities…going on in the massive edifice with the foreboding spikes, they just didn't know what. All they knew was that the two walking through the city were members of the "Galactic Corporation" with funny hairstyles. And apparently, they were a couple.

Mars clung to Saturn's arm as the bluenette looked away uncomfortably. Since when had the Department Store been so far away? Saturn couldn't help but breathe a sign of relief as the expansive building came into view. Now he just had to survive the actual shopping…

"I've heard the Department Store has been remodeled so it's almost like a grocery store too!"

Saturn simply nodded as Mars rambled away. As they claimed the steps embedded in the stone face, Mars ran ahead, looking impatient as Saturn maintained the same constant pace.

"Hurry up! I'm hungry!"

Saturn's stomach grumbled in response. Mars was right; ever since the Team Galactic chefs left, food around the Headquarters was scarce. And lack of nourishment equaled hungry (and cranky) members, which meant no work was done. And that also means an angry Cyrus… With this thought in mind, Saturn quickened his gait to met Mars at the front of the automatic doors to the store. Mars disappeared into the building without waiting for him.

As Saturn turned to enter the store, he was stopped as he rammed right into a glass window with an audible 'thunk' (1).

Falling backwards, Saturn landed hard on the ground, with Mars inside trying to stifle her laughter. He looked up in annoyance at the building looming before him. The whole front was lined with glass windows that resembled the automatic doors. Wiping his face clean of all traces of enough, Saturn stood up and strode into the Department Store (correctly this time) as though he hasn't just mistaken a window for a door.

"Welcome to the Veilstone Department Store," a woman greeted, staring at the warily. She gazed the longest at Saturn, the irritation he was trying to disguise appearing clearly on his feline features. "Can I help you with anything today?"

"Yes," Saturn replied, swiftly steeping in front of Mars, cutting her off. "Could you please direct us to your food department?"

"Ah, a young couple out shopping for dinner, eh?" Saturn opened his mouth to protest, but the woman continued to speak, leaving his gaping like a dead fish. "Take the hallway to your left until you come to a lobby like this one. Just take the elevator or the stairs to the floor you wish to visit." She smiled warmly as Saturn nodded and Mars proceeded to drag him in the direction specified.

They arrived in a rather unfinished portion of the Department Store, iron beams still visible in the ceiling. The ceramic tiling on the floor stored abruptly, and the workers had yet to even clean the debris lying about.

"Jeez. You would think they would finish this part up before allowing people to shop here," Saturn commented, azure eyes surveying the scene.

"Ah, who cares? I want food and that's all that matters." Mars pressed the up arrow on the right hand side of the elevator doors, folding her arms impatiently. Saturn stood beside her, trying to look anywhere but down at the petite woman. He felt the heat rise in his face, though he wasn't entirely sure why. Was Mars' simple presence causing him to feel this nervous?

Finally, the elevator dinged and the couple stepped inside. Red eyes scrutinized the floor listing, in an attempt to pick a level.

"How about you go to the 2nd floor for drinks? And I'll go look for snacks on the 3rd floor!" Mars smiled up at him Saturn.

"Just try not to get into too much trouble, okay?" Saturn touched her gently on the top of the head.

"Arceus, why is everyone treating me like a child today?" Mars grumbled, glancing up in his direction.

"Maybe if you stopped acting like one, people would treat you differently." Closing his eyes, Saturn grinned widely. Mars simply huffed as he exited the elevator.

"I'll show him… But he is nice for coming with me." Mars tapping her chin, pondering. "Maybe I'll find someway to thank him…"

The elevator came to a stop on the 3rd floor and the doors opened. The floor was barren of all other shoppers and there was only one woman manning the register. She said nothing as Mars began to peruse the aisles. She simply stood there, following the red head with glassy eyes…

Saturn was experiencing a similar situation on the 2nd floor, where he was loading beverages into a cart. Soda, water, Razz Berry juice, and even a few beers for when work got really tough.

The bluenette approached the register and the women wordlessly rung up his items. Saturn handed her the money and he turned to leave, a bundle of bags in his arms.

"Have a nice day," the woman called eerily after him as she stepped into the elevator. She gazed at him, ominous smile plastered on her face.

Ignoring the shivers running up his spine, Saturn pressed the '3' button to meet Mars. He wasn't surprised when he found her small figure obscured behind a mound of sweets piled into a cart.

"I hope you don't expect me to pay for all of this," Saturn remarked. "Plus, it's not good for you." He picked up a package of cinnamon buns with a scrunched nose before throwing it back into the pile.

"But its soooo good! Sweets make people happy! Don't you know that Satty?" Saturn winced at his new nickname. "And a happy team means more work that can get done!"

Well, she did have a point. And the more that was accomplished, the happier Cyrus would be. If Cyrus could be happy, that was. Ah hell. There's no way Saturn could refuse, especially with the innocent way Mars was staring at him…

"Yay, thank you!" Mars gave him a quick hug before running to the elevator.

"Wait, where are you going?" Saturn asked.

"Oh, nowhere!" she replied, winking playfully. "I'll be back soon!"

Mars stepped into the elevator, leaving a sighing Saturn standing before a cart of junk food. And that's when he heard the rumbling… The pile of food shifted, and without further warning, came tumbling down his head…

O

"Aha! The perfect gift!"

Mars held the Toxicroak plushie out at arms length before giving it a swift peck on the head. She had even nabbed a Purugly plushie for herself as well… And then, feeling guilty, bough a Skuntank toy for Jupiter. She would've even got one for Cyrus if she had known what Pokemon he like the best and if she had no run out of money…

Still, the Toxicroak was the most special, as it was for Saturn. Plushies bundles in her arms, Mats headed to the other side of the Department Store to fetch Saturn.

The elevator seemed to run extra slow this time around, and a loud creaking could be heard as it descended the shaft. Still, Mars paid it no mind and cheerily exited the elevator, greeting Saturn.

"…You looked like you almost drowned in a sea of food," Mars said.

Saturn quirked an eyebrow. "You can tell?" He smiled as she approached him, the Toxicroak toy behind her back.

"Pick a hand."

"Not this game," Saturn groaned. "Can't we just go? This place is starting to creep me out…" He discreetly glanced back at the cashier who was standing there robotically.

"C'mon Saturn! Have a little fun!"

"Alright… Left."

"Nope!" Mars giggled. "But I'll still give it to you anyway!" She pulled the Toxicroak toy into view and held it out in her hands. "I bought it for you, see?"

Saturn couldn't help but blush slightly. This was so kind of her… Mars was so young, so innocent. It made him wonder how she got involved with Team Galactic in the first place…

Still, he took the stuffed toy from her hands and examined it with a smile.

"You like it?"

"Of course," Saturn replied sincerely.

"I got one for me and Jupiter too!" Then, unexpectedly, Mars reeled up and gave Saturn a chaste peck on the cheek. Blushing furiously, Saturn touched his burning face with one hand.

"Thanks a lot Satty! Maybe we could hang out like this again!" She winked flirtatiously, before spinning on her heel and entering the elevator.

Of course it was at the very moment that the elevator doors shut that both Cyrus and Uranus decided to power up their new inventions, sapping the majority of the electricity in Veilstone. Needless to say, the shoddy elevator plummeted a few feet before coming to a screeching halt. Somewhere, the back up generators kicked in, but it was not enough to power the elevator.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Saturn exclaimed, head popping out of the pile of food that got shuffled during the rapid and unexpected descent. A dim light flickered overhead, and it was just enough for him to locate his cell phone in the disarray.

"Looks like we're stuck," Mars commented, stating the blatantly obvious between mouthfuls of Pokemon shaped cookies. She seemed relatively calm about the entire situation. Then again, she was stuck in an elevator with Saturn and at least a month's supply of junk food. She couldn't imagine any other way this could be better.

By the time Saturn managed to fumble with his food and turn it on, Mars was crawling into his lap, practically purring.

"C-commander Mars!" he squeaked, his face turning the same shade as her hair. "M-may I ask what you think you're doing?"

She grinned mischievously. "Don't be so boring Satty. How often are you stuck in an elevator with someone?" The red head began to close the gap between their faces when Saturn's phone began to vibrate incessantly. His feline eyes widened with relief when he read the name on the caller ID.

"Oh Jupiter, thank Arceus," he breathed into the phone.

"Where the hell are you guys?" she snapped. "Cyrus has just called all members to an important meeting about some new invention of his…"

"We're stuck in an elevator in the Department Store!"

It took Jupiter a moment to process this information before sighing heavily. "Oh you have got to be kidding me…" she mumbled. "Well I can't leave until this is over. I'll be there as soon as possible. Which might be a while knowing the Boss…" She hung up without another word, leaving Saturn listening to a dead tone.

Taking this opportunity, Mars pounced on him, grinning widely. If he didn't give in now, he sure as hell would later. They had all the time in the word… Not to mention alcohol…

O

"Dammit you stupid, incompetent drones…"

Jupiter cursed under her breath as the manager of the Department Store showed her to the main fuse box. Mysteriously, there were no electricians around at the time of the black out, and the manager took any help she could get in fixing the elevator problem. Even if the help was the rather sinister looking woman from the Galactic Corporation, who appeared to be in a very sour mood…

All the other workers were huddled around the elevator, repeatedly pressing the down button, like that would miraculously cure the broken elevator.

Staring at the fuse box for a few moments, Jupiter expertly flipped a few switches, causing full power to be restored to the building. "There. Arceus, it's not that hard…"

They all gathered about the door, waiting for the elevator to stop on the proper floor and open. Finally, a 'ding' was heard and the doors slid apart, revealing Saturn and Mars in a rather…compromising position. Food wrappers and liquor bottles were strewn around the elevator. The Toxicroak and Purugly plushies were both lying next to one another, looking as content as stuffed toys possibly could.

Pushing through the astonished crowd, Jupiter stood right in front of open elevator doors, eyebrow raised and hands on her hips. Saturn and Mars ceased kissing for a moment to gaze at all those looking at them, blushing furiously.

A malicious smirk appeared on Jupiter's face, growing wider with every passing second. "Well, isn't this interesting?"

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Yeah, you have permission to shoot me for writing this monstrosity. I guess every once and a while a bad TG one-shot just pops out (the last one being Intruder). Well on a cool note, it was with this one-shot that I filled up the entire journal I was writing this fic in. Time for a new one!

Anyway… blehh. I tried. Sorta. I did. The next one will be better, I promise!! It will probably be a sequel to Past, which is long overdue, or stuff revolving around Mercury and Neptune because they've been totally missing in action.

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Until next time…