AN: While I concoct something for Gwen's request, here's a chapter somewhat inspired by a conversation between my boyfriend and I. As for the chapter title...it'll make sense when you find the right sentence. I don't know. Frankly, it's evidence of my sleeping meds kicking in.

"I am not a morning person."

Soledad didn't look up from her newspaper, though her brow arched in what someone would say was a sarcastic attempt at skepticism. "Really?"

"Yeah," Harley mumbled. He opened his mouth, as if to say something else, but only yawned.

Then his forehead preceded to slam against the dining table quite suddenly.

Soledad, her eyes still on a semi-interesting article involving UFOs, missing miltanks, and a man stranded in a cornfield without any pants, simply grabbed her mug of coffee so it wouldn't spill. The contact between Harley's head and the table sounded like it had hurt, but Soledad didn't look up – definitely when Harley emitted a loud snore. When he started to slide off his chair, Soledad reached out, her eyes still on her paper, and grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back into position.

He jolted at that, looking around as if a bomb had just gone off. "Who, what, where-?!"

"It's strange," Soledad said, nonchalant, still not looking at him. "You're usually up before the rest of us. You seem like a morning person to everyone."

"That is not true," Harley said, his words slurring. Though he was completely dressed in his usual cacturne-themed outfit and his hair was somewhat straight, the dark bags under his eyes broke any sense of wits about him. "May and Drew aren't up yet!"

"That's because they were making out all night long."

Harley blinked. "They were?"

Soledad shrugged, now reading an article about how the man with no pants from the previous article was claiming he was a time traveler from the future looking for a suitable pokemon trainer to bring back to the future to battle an armada of aliens who were threatening to destroy the world with mind-controlled miltanks that shot laser beams from their udders. "I dunno, were they?"

"Hmph." Harley looked away. "If you think I was up all night watching if those two little love birds would finally admit their undying love for one another, then you're wrong."

"You said it, not me."

Harley's face fell. "I did not spend the night doing that-!"

"No, because stories on why you're half-asleep on these mornings you wake up claiming you're not a morning person are usually more interesting than this."

"Yes," Harley said, pointing at Soledad, "they are. And, in fact, my reason for staying up so late last night was justified." He paused, and then added: "And most definitely interesting."

"Can't guarantee it beats this story," Soledad muttered from her paper.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said louder, turning the page. "Continue with your most definite interesting tale of why you were up so late last night."

"Thank you. I was laying there in my bed, sleeping, when" – Harley stood up dramatically – "the great Arceus appeared in my room, shining with the light of a thousand suns, and you know what he said?"

"'Harley, you must go to the Dagobah system'?"

Harley glared. "No! He said" – Harley deepened his voice – "'Harley, a great evil is about to consume the land! You must save the world with your epic sword-fighting skills and powerful pokemon.'"

"...You have sword-fighting skills?"

"Yes."

Soledad hummed. "It's safe to assume the only skill you have with a sword is with your own."

A deep blush spread across Harley's face. "Soledad!"

"What? I'm being realistic."

"No," Harley said, his brows furrowing, "you just don't believe me."

"Maybe. Maybe not. I doubt Arceus would stretch that single sentence to last an entire night, so what else happened?"

Harley crossed his arms. "You don't even sound remotely interested, Sol."

"Of course I'm interested. You just don't let anything get in the way of your beauty sleep, so I'm curious."

"And so you believe me?"

"Still a hit-or-miss."

Harley groaned. "I cannot recite my epic tale with such a dull audience!"

"At least you're awake now."

Harley stopped and blinked. "Huh, I guess I am."

"You're welcome."

With a snort, Harley strode out of the room and toward what Soledad presumed to be the pokemon center's cafeteria for breakfast.

Seconds later, Drew appeared, stretching and yawning. "Morning."

"Morning," Soledad said, taking a sip of her coffee, still reading the paper. "May still asleep?"

"Yeah." Drew walked over and sat down across from Soledad. He looked at the hallway, and then back at Soledad. "I saw Harley walk by on my way here. He looked pissed. What happened?"

"He's just mad I didn't believe his 'epic' reasoning as to why he was up half the night."

Drew frowned. "'Epic reasoning'? My room was right next to his. I heard him talking to himself on how he was going to admit his undying love for you someday. Over and over and over. Almost kept me up half the night, too."

Soledad slowly raised her paper, to hide the redness in her face. "Really?" she managed to say with that same nonchalant tone. "He told me Arceus visited him in a vision to entrust with him the task of saving the world from an upcoming evil that threatens to consume us all. With his sword."

"Harley? Saving the world?" Drew rolled his eyes. "If that's true and I was just hearing things last night, then we're all doomed."

"Nah, I rather believe what you heard."

Drew arched a brow. "Why?"

The newspaper hid the soft smile that spread across Soledad's face.

"It's much more interesting."