Grass Beats Rock
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Pokémon franchise.
Pairing: Pre-slash Milo x Gordie.
Summary:
"Why does Grass beat Rock?"
"Hey, why'd you run off? Someone was very worried about you."
Gordie visibly flinched, a gulp rocking over his throat (haha). He let it tumble, sinking as a boulder into the pit of his stomach.
Milo tried not to treat Gordie like he was the Wooloo that got lost and rolled down the hill into his Pokémon paddock, but there were only so many words to get his worry across.
Between them, ole Gordo was usually the more hot-headed one. When Milo wasn't at the Gym, he tended to tend to his Pokémon quietly, whereas Gordie's personality differed little situation to situation, unless he shut himself off after a defeat.
Since Gordie hadn't lost any battles recently, Milo knew Gordie must be gutted due to an unrelated issue.
Well, Milo was partially correct, in a manner of speaking (without Gordie speaking). His issue did have something to do with battling. Just not battling Pokémon.
He'd been fighting with Milo, without acknowledging to Milo they'd been fighting.
No big accusations or loud quarrels. Merely strained asides like this one, strangely silent and seemingly unprompted from Gordie's end.
Under Milo's soft scrutiny, Gordie finally cracked and took off his shades.
That was his issue. The cracks. Little by little, the cracks were overtaking the rock face.
"Why does Grass beat Rock?"
"What?"
"Grass-type moves are good against Rock-types, but what's the sense behind it? Fire-types and Water-types, that's obvious. But why Rock and Grass?"
A Rock-type Pokémon took more damage from a Grass-type move. Ahhh! Nature!
"I don't know. Because plants grow on rocks?"
Was that what the Turffield Gym Stadium Leader had done to Gordie?
Laid down his roots?
Made him crack?
Grown on him?