at last

(Original notes: Notes about how Anthea and Concordia don't like Colress. They don't really like many people, but they really don't like Colress.)

Originally written on February 28th, 2014 on tumblr for femslash february. VIewer discretion advised. I still don't know how I came up with that scene (you'll see). Mind-baffling. But I do like this chapter a lot, looking back.


They were inside the Plasma Frigate. The ship wasn't nearly as occupied as it was under Colress's control, but it was still filled with menacing Team Plasma members, most of whom were sleeping. The few members that were awake so far at this late hour wisely stepped aside so Juniper and the goddess sisters could pass. Most even kept quiet upon their appearance, although a few made a few harassing remarks regarding the professor's lack of clothes, along with some very profane gestures.

Even without the grunts' comments, however, Juniper never felt so humiliated and helpless as she did trying to save her girlfriend. She ran between Anthea and Concordia, but they were less cute and friendly than everyone else made them out to be. When the group parted ways with Colress, who went on ahead to take down the strongest of Team Plasma, the goddess sisters made it very clear that the professor was only a hindrance in the mission. Anthea was a skilled karate master, while Concordia excelled in swordsmanship, and neither depended on pokemon to fight their battles for them. What skills did a smart, big-haired professor like she have? Well, maybe she had more skills than Colress, but they were still too mediocre to use in actual combat.

So she tagged along in silence, the only sounds being the off-key humming of Air Supply songs. This sappiness made Juniper not only feel concerned for Fennel but for Colress as well. The guy was a jerk and a menace, but he was no fighter by any means. It was pretty amazing that Ghetsis hadn't torn him limb from limb yet. But he was Fennel's friend, too, so wouldn't she be just as devastated if the limb-tearing did happen? Good intentions or not, attempting to sacrificing himself was probably one of the stupider things Colress had done.

But Juniper didn't want to get sappy over Colress. The map leading to the dungeon area where Fennel was likely to be indicated that they still had a few minutes before reaching their destination, so she wanted to break the ice somehow. After all, they were supposed to be teammates.

"So..you ladies like Air Supply, huh? I think my dad liked Air Supply when he was a little younger than you guys. He was also in love with Stevie Nicks. Had them both on vinyl."

"Your father's obviously lost in love, then," Anthea replied.

"We should've brought your father along instead of you," Concordia chimed in.

"Yes, I don't mind Stevie Nicks, either. She is a wonderful woman."

"She is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness."

"Your father should've named you Rhiannon, Professor."

"Yes, it might've suited you better."

"He…He wanted to."

Juniper kept quiet after this, too haunted by Cedric's taste to further embarrass herself in front of the girls. If it wasn't for her dear mother, Reshiram bless her soul, she might've been named after a Welsh goddess. Not that it wasn't bad of a name, but it would've been much more difficult introducing herself to her snotty male colleagues. For now she would let the sisters' veiled insults slide past her, now preferring the off-key humming to any awkward conversation they could have.

They soon reached the dungeon area, where they encountered two angry-looking grunts in typical uniform. The sisters wasted no time disabling their opponents. Grabbing one grunt's wrist, Anthea threw the man across a pile of filled trash bags, cracking his mask in two. The other grunt, who blocked the opposite hallway, drew her pair of nunchucks first, but Concordia plunged her sword just inches above the guard's head so the woman would move anywhere else. It worked, and the female grunt dashed forward, aiming for Concordia's wrists.

This left an opening for Juniper. She ran past the commotion into the hallway, where the cells were lined up on either side of her. Most of the cells were empty, but one contained a long-haired, snoozing beauty sprawled out on the floor. Just as expected of Fennel. Creeping up to the door, Juniper pulled on the steel handle, which instantly opened the door. Either Team Plasma had the worst security ever or it was all a trap, but the professor had no time to weigh these options. She bent down and shook Fennel's shoulders until the doctor sat lopsided, looking groggy. "Junicup?"

"Rise and shine, sunshine. We gotta go."

"Oh, Aurea…I didn't think you'd come dressed like this, too. It's very erotic."

When Fennel stepped out of the cell, Juniper noticed that her girlfriend was also in just her bra and underwear (which made Colress's earlier claim about Movie Night sound completely perverted). In any other situation, it would indeed be somewhat erotic. Fennel's breasts covered in that octopus-printed bra did wonders to her figure, and those panties only covered maybe half of her bouncing rear end. But Juniper had to ignore her growing arousal, for there were more pressing matters at hand. "Edith, where are your glasses?"

"Oh, damn, that one old guy stomped on them with his feet. Can't see much clearly besides your luscious hair, sorry." Fennel squinted her eyes for further emphasis, then threw her hands in the air in frustration. Well, this was a definite wrench in the breakout plans. The map wouldn't be much help for a defenseless professor and her practically blind girlfriend against a ship filled with enemies. She looked so sexy yet so useless as she already bumped into one of the walls. "Don't worry about me, though. I'll follow your lead. How'd you find me, anyway?"

"Uh, Colress kinda tipped me off."

"Oh! We were supposed to have Movie Night tonight. I completely forgot. Is he with you?"

"He's somewhere. We gotta go, though."

Two red lights by the cell began to buzz and flash, alerting the injured grunts from earlier to run to the women's location. Something was horribly wrong. Two more grunts were behind the first, and Anthea and Concordia were nowhere in sight. Not wanting to see what the unfriendly people wanted, Juniper grabbed Fennel's wrist and began running. They were clearly outnumbered and at a disadvantage, with no pokemon and no clear grasp of their surroundings. The only thing they had on their side was speed, which allowed them to run through two hallways until they were surrounded by five grunts with guns. Speed be damned.

So several minutes later, Juniper and Fennel were shoved in a large room filled with most, if not all, of the remaining Team Plasma members, who were now all awake and menacing. Many hooted, jeered, and booed at them as the walked along a lavender carpet, demanding that they kiss or fight on the carpet's surface. A few even threw single bills at their feet, taunting them to strip even further. Fennel seemed embarrassed, but Juniper was angered. Once Team Plasma scum, always Team Plasma scum, These people were worse than pokemon.

They were pushed behind a gate, where a glowering Anthea and Concordia stood by a giant security man and a glaring Zinzolin. Both weren't too pleased upon seeing Juniper, but they did take delight in poking at Fennel's breasts. While Fennel didn't seem too mad, Juniper was a little peeved at everybody wanting to touch her girlfriend's boobs. Those dirty pillows were supposed to only be touched by her and certainly not be a pair of outsiders, especially in this situation. It was insulting.

Several more minutes passed. Then as almost by cue, the entire room erupted in applause as Ghetsis strolled in his classic purple robes, dragging along a half-conscious Colress across the floor behind him. The blond's glasses were broken, his cashmere sweater was soaked in blood, and his left arm was obviously dislocated from its socket, most likely also broken. Nope, he hadn't been torn limb from limb, but he was damn to close to it. As Ghetsis made his way to the middle of the floor, smiling, he yanked Colress by the neck and lifted him inches from the floor. The room fell quiet, wondering what the psychotic lord and master would do to the fallen. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began in almost a whisper, drawing in a long breath, raising the dramatic stakes, "as you might be fully aware, many have lost faith in me this past year. Loyal servants and doctors wanted to write me off as insane. Policemen, pursuers of justice, self- righteous people wanted to lock me away. They wanted to play the heroes and proclaim themselves as gods.

"But. I. AM. GOD. I am the only one that has proven to create a new being, the fusion of the dragons! I am the only one to save three wretched, ugly beings from painful poverty and rejection, though they have since betrayed the favor! Previously I have been so generous with follower and foe alike, but where has this generosity ended up with the
stray? Dishonesty! Disloyalty! Filthy, self-righteous, arrogant scumbags like this-" He shook Colress once. "-and self- imposing heroes like them-" He nodded his head over to the gate where Juniper and company stood. "-meddling and trying to break free from punishment when punishment is due!

"But no more. As a god I must purge the imperfections from this world. I was going to start off with the witch doctor, but I suppose it would be better if we started things off with our dearest former boss of Team Plasma. LADIES. GENTLEMEN. LET THE CEREMONY COMMENCE!"

Juniper and Fennel gasped at the same time as Ghetsis plunged his tongue into Colress's mouth. Even though his face was puffy, the blond also looked visibly disturbed, using his unbroken hand to claw at the older man's robes, but Ghetsis whacked the hand with one clean swat. He grinded against the scientist for a good couple of minutes, discarding the sweater to the floor and pinching the young man's nipples, caressing them with his massive palms. When Colress began to moan, however, Ghetsis dropped him to the floor and opened his robe just slightly enough to reveal a throbbing erection. At this point Fennel vomited all over her surroundings, and Juniper felt bile rising in her stomach as well. This was beyond disgusting. This was like one of the pornos they watched going bad.

How did Ghetsis have such a small penis?!

Pre-cum dripped from the Harmonia man's penis as he towered over Colress's figure, sneering. Grunts began to jeer and hoot again, but they were kept quiet by the higher-ranking officials. He was in his ultimate glory, striking fear into even Juniper's heart as he basked in his own godly juices. "I want you to soak in my forgiveness before I kill you, little Edward," he said, running a shoe across the blond's face. "And then I will do the same for the rest of your ridiculous posse. But I will be generous with you one last time, for all of the service that you and your family have given me. What shall your last words be?"

Juniper felt Fennel squeeze her hand, and she squeezed it back. Neither wanted to show her tears, but they both knew this would be the end. Colress would be the sacrifice, and they would follow, having a psychotic man with an eyepatch violate them as their last actions. It was a shame. She always thought that she and Fennel would die as old ladies who met their demise researching while skydiving straight into a mountaintop. The tears began running down her face as she pulled Fennel close to her, not caring that Anthea and Concordia remained so emotionless or that there was a faint humming sound that grew louder by the second. All she waited for was the stupid last remarks that Colress made. He seemed like one of those people who would even screw up his last words just to sound like a jerk. Finally he was going to speak, his head raised just enough so people could read the whisper on his lips. "You picked the wrong guy to call Edward," he breathed. "My name…is Colress."

He began laughing, and when Ghetsis snatched him up from the floor again, there was that annoying, cocky look on his face, like he did nothing wrong. Wagging a finger in Ghetsis's face, Colress grinned. "You don't think I'm that stupid to let my angels die, do you? Former Bossman, I'd like you to meet my plan B guy. GO, GENESECT!"

BOOM!

One moment there wasn't a giant hole in two of the four walls, the next moment there was. Juniper was speechless as she and Fennel were picked up by a fairly large pokemon with a cannon on its back. Juniper was speechless and she and Fennel were picked up by a fairly large pokemon with a cannon on its back. It knocked out the gate guard, allowing the goddess sisters to redraw their powers and disarm Zinzolin, and it knocked out Ghetsis with a mighty blast of either fire or electricity. Juniper almost wanted to finish Colress off herself just to stop him from smirking, realizing that all of this was part of his so-called escape plan, but the Genesect growled loud enough to wipe that stupid smirk from his face. Looked like his plan B guy wasn't too fond of him, either.

So making their escape, the group fled from the room filled with bewildered Team Plasma members. The Genesect seemed to have no trouble carrying three people as it stomped its way to the upper docks, firing smaller blasts every few seconds. At this rate the Plasma Frigate would sink looking like Swiss cheese, but as long as they all made it out
alive, Juniper didn't care. She just couldn't fathom how everyone else could be so cheery. The goddess sisters resumed humming Air Supply, Colress joined them in their tune, and Fennel bobbed her head along to the so-called music.

But Fennel's hand never left hers, and all would be well now.


(Two months later…)

Juniper grabbed the lacy parts of her dress for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. She and Fennel were being recognized for some scientific research, and their reward was a dinner and a night out on a yacht with several guests of their choosing. It was nothing like being on the Plasma Frigate, which had sunk thanks to its massive holes and led to many more arrests by the Unovian police force. (She would've liked Ghetsis to have been more of them, but that crazy man was too good in eluding the police.) It was more like Juniper's dreams, or more accurately, her experience involving sliding across the pavement.

Since she was tipsy, the brunette actually giggled at the thought of Colress's half-assed attempt at kidnapping. That situation was long past them. They were back on the frienemy status, and he was somewhere at the salad bar, stocking up on all of the broccoli. But as long as Fennel was next to her, teasing her with seductive lovebites along the ear, she would tolerate him. She continued to giggle, causing Fennel to squeeze her from behind and raise an eyebrow. "What are you thinking about that's so funny, Aurea? "she asked.

"Our kids are so fucked up. We have a fucked up family."

She stole a glance to the yacht's insides. Colress kept trying to feed Genesect pieces of broccoli with a pair of tongs, using his prosthetic metal arm to avoid potential burns. Sycamore was absolutely smashed as he did handstands and made Burgh and Amanita burst into laughter. Cedric kept his shotgun under the table pointed at Colress, never letting the kidnapping mishap slide in an old- fashioned, fatherly style. Even Anthea and Concordia looked the slightest bit happy as they took small bites from a single piece of cake. Fennel could not deny Juniper's claim, only reassure it with a soft chuckle. "Yes. We're quite dysfunctional. Isn't it lovely?"

"Yeah. You wanna dance, Mom?"

"Always with my two left feet, Dad."

They smiled and began to dance in the middle of the floor. As they glided along, Juniper refused to look away from Fennel, using the moonlight as her guide and light to see her girlfriend's utmost brilliance. For this occasion she was wearing contacts, and she could see everything clearly again. Her blue and yellow octopus-printed dress was long and quirky, but it hugged her figure well, just like all of her other dresses. And her long hair that rustled in the wind was a turn-on yet not quite in an erotic way. As they began to lock lips under the moon, Juniper was glad that she and her sweet, motherly partner did not have to make love with Air Supply in the background. Finally, the night belonged to them. Finally, they could lead a happy life with such caring (though eccentric) friends. Finally, once again, they were together, bound by the temporary peace the yacht gave them and the soft music the yacht provided them.

"At last…my love has come along…"

End