This is a bit late for Christmas I know, but work with me here. Also, I refuse to acknowledge Pluto's English name.

Many thanks to SuicialToeSocks for reviewing last chapter.

…Also, I blame Yeto/Yeti for getting me into this ship, and now it's like a tumor.

Theme: Cookie
Pairing: Betelgeuseshipping (Mars x Cyrus), slight Jovian (Saturn x Jupiter)
Warnings: None, this time.

Cookie

"Baking cookies so much fun, baking cookies for everyone! ~"

"Well someone's in a good mood." Jupiter of Team Galactic stood in the doorway of the kitchen, grinning at the younger female Commander working at the counter.

"How could I not be?!" Mars exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "It's Christmas Eve!" The redhead danced around the kitchen, batter-covered spoon in hand.

"Hey, watch where you're swinging that thing!" Jupiter scolded, stepping back as the spoon swished within inches of her face.

Mars stuck her tongue out childishly. "You're no fun! No cookies for you!"

"Fine with me…" Jupiter grumbled. "You probably poisoned them accidentally anyway…" The magenta haired Commander stalked out of the kitchen to go find Saturn. She was just not in the Christmas spirit like Mars, but couldn't help but feel warmed by the younger girl's energetic antics. She wouldn't let it show though.

Back in the kitchen, Mars was rolling the dough flat, then using cookie cutters to punch out different shape. She had a Toxicroak, Medicham (although Jupiter still didn't deserve any), and Purugly shapes, for her and the other two Commanders. Just to be nice, she also threw in a few Rotoms, for the creepy old scientist guy she preferred not to talk to. Finally, Mars had special cookie shapes saved especially for their Boss.

After all the cookies were placed neatly on baking sheets, the redhead shoved them into the burning over and set the timer.

Yawning, Mars sat down on the table, head plopping onto the messy surface. "Baking cookies sure is tiring…" she murmured. She felt her vision darken as her eyelids fluttered closed.

***

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Hngh…" Mars groaned, blinking her bleary crimson eyes. She sniffed curiously, then coughed, inhaling smoke. The redhead was not fully awake and still had yet to realize the oven's timer was going off and a thick smoke was filling the air. Mars absentmindedly stared at the oven, blinking a few times.

"Wha… What?!"

Jumping to her feet, Mars hastily turned off the timer and the oven and futilely attempted to wave away the smoke, coughing and sputtering as she pulled the cookie tray out of the oven.

"Oh no! My cookies!"

She stared forlornly at the blackened cookies sitting pathetically on the baking sheet. They barely resembled the Pokemon they were supposed to represent anymore. Mars supposed they weren't too bad though. Perhaps they were still edible? Picking up a cookie she thought was formerly a Purugly, Mars took a small nibble off the overly crispy treat. She immediately spat it out.

Definitely not edible. 'Still… It's the thought that counts, right?'

With this in mind, Mars began to scrap the "cookies" off the metal pans and deposited them in festive baggies, each labeled with a name. Jupiter, Saturn, Pluto, and finally…Cyrus. She hugged the bag containing Cyrus' cookies to her heart for a moment before gathering them all up in her arms. Now to deliver them…

Footsteps echoing down the metallic halls, Mars headed to Saturn's room first. The Headquarters seemed positively dreary, like no one except her had Christmas spirit. Which, for the most part, was true. Mars did admire the few Grunts who attempted to be festive though, wearing Santa hats atop their bowl-cut hair.

She then stopped, knocking on Saturn's door.

"What is it?" the bluenette's voice called out after a moment.

"It's me, Mars! I have a special gift for you!" There was no response, only a good amount of shuffling and hushed voices. Finally, the door flew open to reveal Saturn standing there, breathless. Peering over his shoulder, Mars could see Jupiter looking thoroughly agitated.

"Merry Christmas you two!" Mars exclaimed, thrusting the bags of cookies into their arms.

Jupiter eyed it suspiciously. "…Why are you giving use bags of crap?"

Mars pouted. "They're cookies!"she exclaimed, as Saturn gave Jupiter a hard nudge in the side.

"Be nice," he hissed at her through gritted teeth. He then turned to the redhead. "Why thank you very much Mars. We really appreciate it."

Her crimson eyes lit up with delight. "Really? Then why don't you go ahead and try one!" Maybe they would think they tasted better…

Saturn and Jupiter both exchanged glances.

"Well I just brushed my teeth…" Saturn mumbled.

"And I don't particularly enjoy vomiting," the magenta haired woman commented dryly.

"Oh all right then…" Mars replied, somewhat dejectedly. She couldn't really expect them to try them when she couldn't even stomach them… "Oh, and before I forget… Can you give this to Pluto? You know how he creeps me out and all…"

"No problem," Saturn said, taking the bag from her. "Thanks again Mars. And Merry Christmas!" His blue eye shot toward Jupiter, flashing dangerously.

"Yeah, what he said. Thanks."

Mars bowed her head slightly before dashing off. It was time for the most important delivery. Stepping onto the glowing green warp panel at the end of the hall, Mars vanished, only to reappear a moment later in front of Cyrus' office. Hopefully he wouldn't get upset for being disturbed…

The redhead knocked hesitantly on the door, the hollow sound resonating through the empty corridor.

"Yes, what is it?" came a stern voice from the other side of the door.

"It's me… Mars."

Inside the office, Cyrus spun around in his chair, gazing at the door. Mars? Now what could she possibly want? There were no missions to report on… Still, he invited the redhead into his office.

"Merry Christmas Boss," Mars said, grinning warmly and handing him the bag of cookies. They had originally looked like Weavile but… Cyrus tentatively took the bag from her, at a loss for words. Christmas? He glanced at this desk calendar. He had become so wrapped up in work, he didn't even notice what day it was. It was Christmas Eve… And Mars was giving him a gift. This was rather…unexpected.

Cyrus cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well…thank you Commander Mars."

The redhead blushed slightly. "Sorry they're uhh…slightly burnt. Fell asleep in the kitchen." Mars laughed, rubbing the back of her head bashfully. "Still, I hope you like them!" Before Cyrus could get another word in, Mars shot out of the office.

Cyrus slowly opened the bag, carefully picking out a blackened cookie. He nibbled the side before spitting it out in disgust. They were absolutely…horrendous.

Still, there was something about the gesture of kindness in its entirety that made him feel… Like for a moment, the ice encasing his heart had melted away. Chuckling slightly, Cyrus sat the bag on the corner of his desk.

He must've just been imagining it.

Cyrus? Feelings? It's just not possible! Man, I could've taken a totally different direction with this, but I wanted to keep more cute than anything. I'll probably warp it around and add in some more characters so I can finally update Everything Will Belong to Us!

Anyway, reviews would be nice! :D

Oh, and hope any readers had a good holiday!