4th August 2012, 03:28 PM #1
Pairing: Proton/Rocket grunt (female)
Comments: My first shippy fic, based on the events in my signature. In this fic, she says it to another grunt, not to the player character. But yeah, here's my first and I hope you read and comment.
Welcome to the Evening News. My name is Chuck Timesworth here to give you the latest Unova news! Today’s top story…
The news was turned on loud and clear as the young man sat down in his couch, smirking at the TV. All he could do was laugh at how boring the news pieces were this morning. Most of the time, Unova showed some interesting news but lately, it’s been nothing but stocks galore. As of now, they were talking about how Team Plasma saved a Pokemon from Team Ghetsis, the evil team in town. This was a story they have been covering for five days and as of now, the young male found the story tedious.
Just as he was about to grab the remote from the side table to change the channel, something shocked him. The news piece was now covering a story about a newly formed team that came together two months ago. However, this wasn’t just any team. This was a team that seemed to have been disbanded a couple of times before reuniting once again. The black outfits on the kids in the piece and that big letter on them…
“Today we are visiting Team Rocket, the new team on the block!” The announcer said as they showed a few members, all wearing a black uniform but in different styles with the big red R on the center.
“Team Rocket?!” he said as he was shocked at their mention.
Seeing them made the young man recall memories; memories of when he used to be one of those members. He used to be an executive ordered to do different missions. Some people thought that he was the scariest and cruelest kid on the team due to the fact that he kind of had some anger issues. His fondest memory was when he was the one who ordered the team to cut off slowpoke tails. A smirk grew as he remembered doing the action himself and how he was appointed to watch over the said mission.
He didn’t really recognize any of the members that were on TV, except for one. There was a guy, a little older, with light swirly pink hair. He looked at the camera really nervously when he realized he was on TV. He hastily smoothed his hair in place as he was trying to keep his cool on the air.
“Hey! I didn’t want to be on TV! The camera makes you gain ten pounds!” he said hastily.
‘You know, someone should tell Petrel that he’s so thin, that he can hang glide on a Dorito!’ the kid thought as he chuckled silently at the guy.
However, as he was watching the piece on his old team, his jaw suddenly dropped as his eyes widened. On the TV, they showcased an individual member of Team Rocket. It was a young girl who looked to be no more than fourteen with dark purple hair, shaped into a bob cut and light brown eyes. She was wearing her typical Team Rocket uniform, a black mini dress with a big red letter R in the middle. The guy literally couldn’t believe his eyes. That girl… her voice… her hair fluttering in the breeze… her smile and her eyes…
“You!” he exclaimed. “You’re here?!”
He couldn’t even pay attention to her interview with the reporter. All the young male could do was stare into her eyes. Those same eyes for which he had seen before, two years ago to be exact. The more he stared at the TV, shocked, the more he began to revive his memory of her.
It was two years ago when Team Rocket was in the Johto region. Their biggest mission was to infiltrate a famous building called the Radio Tower. That way, they could broadcast to the world their comeback, hoping that their boss would hear it and come back from hiding. That was the day the guy remembered seeing this girl. He knew it like it happened yesterday.
He leaned up against the glass, standing guard. His mission was simple, not only watch over the grunts but watch for any intruders. The young executive just stood there, with a bored expression on his face. All he could listen to was the whispers going on between the people on the other side of the glass. He had heard rumors that a kid, about four years younger than he was, has managed to get pass the guards, no problem and was on their way to the top executive.
‘Is this team incompetent or something?’ he thought as he fixed his hair, with a scowl on his face.
He stood there in disbelief, he organized a perfect plan to bring back his team and now it was going to be ruined. The more he thought about it, the more he was inclined to hit something. He even was producing a tear in his eye. How… how could this be? How could someone even beat the two older executives? He could understand this person beating himself and Petrel since they were also young and Petrel was known to be a pushover but the others?
“Proton…” a girl’s voice said from the other side of the glass. “The leader of this Radio Tower mission. He is so cool…”
Proton’s eyes widened as he heard that comment. She was referring to him, of course. He was the leader of this mission, despite being as young as many of the grunts. In a moment of defeat, that comment was refreshing to hear as he actually brought a small smile on his face. Proton slowly turned his head over to the left side and saw a girl. Her dark purple hair was shaped into a bob cut and light brown eyes. She was with another female grunt who was sitting in a chair behind her.
“You think he’s cool?” the other grunt asked as she wrapped her dark yellow hair in a thick coil over her shoulder.
“Yes, and I wish I was there to take down the person who got in his… I mean Team Rocket’s way,” the girl said hastily. “But I have a feeling something bad is going to happen to this team.”
While the two girls were talking, Proton took out a small card from his pocket and a pen and began to write down his name and cell phone number. After he was finished, he folded the card in half and slowly put it back in his pocket. As he stared at the girl, he blushed a little. He wanted to give his number to the girl; however he couldn’t leave his post. Though there was a small hole in the glass next to where she was, he was too nervous to do so. He hasn’t really had people tell him he was cool or imply that he was. Girls would mostly gawk about their top executive and sometimes Petrel but not really about him.
As he was beginning to come closer to the whole in the glass, Proton could hear the top executive’s voice coming down from the tower stairs. Not only that, but a bunch of others talking amongst themselves as they seemed to be exiting the tower. There were rumors about how Team Rocket was disbanded right here, right now.
“Yes, I disbanded this team. You all can go your separate ways now,” the executive said. “Go, we won’t be coming back.”
As soon as that was said, the girl just collapsed to her knees and cried. Hearing this girl cry the way she did was beginning to make Proton tear up as he turned to where she was knelt. Her friend was right behind her, rubbing her back in comfort, assuring her that everything was going to be okay. The yellow haired girl tugged on her friend’s arm as she motioned for her to get up from the floor.
“It’s going to be alright,” she said as she put her arm around her while they began to leave.
“No it isn’t!” she cried. “Team Rocket and Proton are all I need. Now they are gone and I’ll never see him… I mean them again.”
Proton is all I need…
Though she didn’t directly say those words, she most definitely implied them. Those words have echoed in Proton’s head as he began to exit the Radio Tower. Tears started to well up and flow down his face as he got outside. Thankfully, he was the last one to get out so no one could see this weak moment. There was so much he wanted to say to this girl, but the one thing he forgot to say to her was… thank you. Now she’s gone and he doubts he’d be able to track her down.
All he did at the moment was take a bolder that was nearby and throw it at the tower’s windows, breaking one of them. He then paced around, pulling out a chunk of his hair as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Proton also banged his head against the wall of the department store a few times until he got a headache.
“Goddamn, Proton your stupid!” he yelled at the top of his lungs before storming home, pushing down anything and anyone that was in his way.
Even thinking about that memory made tears well up in his eyes as he dried them with a tissue. Proton thought that he was never going to see her again, so then to turn on the TV and there she was… two years older, smarter and still was pretty was she was before, even more so now. He has been taught that a person could still remember another just from their eyes. Her eyes looked the same and so does her voice. Everything about her physical appearance was the same.
“Well thank you, Ellie for the wonderful interview!” the reporter said as he patted her on the back. “And there you have it, Team Rocket is back and now they are wanting to do good. Back to you Chuck.”
Upon hearing the girl’s name, Proton went from being sad to being determined. His fist clenching as he got up from his chair and went over to his house phone with a smirk.
“So, your name’s Ellie eh?” he said to himself. “That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”
That was when Proton made his choice. He was going to return to his old team, with his family so he calls them. He didn’t mind doing good for the town since he has lived by himself to discover who he was inside and he got to be with some of his old friends should he join. He had wanted to catch up with Petrel since then. However, he wasn’t going to lose that girl again. He lost her once and that was a horrible moment.
You will be surprised. You will be shocked to know that I am here. I want to get to know you better and to thank you for your comment. With everything that has happened, Ellie I don’t want to lose you again. You said I was all you needed, maybe I could become that…
5th August 2012, 07:09 PM #2
Re: Reunion [PG-13]
“So… you are here because you want to become a member of Team Rocket, right?” A girl in the big brown oak chair said as she looked over some papers.
“Almost correct,” Proton replied. “I used to be a member of this team. Now I want to become a member once more, but of this revised version of the team.”
The pink haired girl sat up on her chair and began to scratch her chin. She then used her hand to smooth out her long pink hair as she still read the papers. She looked up the young male with her green eyes narrowing at him and then looking back at the folder. While she did so, Proton surveyed the office and all the pictures hanging on the wall. The office’s walls were painted brown and there was black leather furniture on the side of the room. The girl then gave him a smirk as she starts to scratch her chin again while she used her other hand to ring a small bell on the desk.
“Impressive…” she said slowly as she rubbed her nose. “You used to be… executive? You look pretty young to be an executive. But then again, I’m two years older than you and I’m the CEO of this team.”
“Yes, I have. In fact, I saw one of your executives on TV this morning. I happen to know him,” the male replied.
Before she could say anything, they heard footsteps coming at a fast pace towards the room they were in. The girl stood up once it felt like the person was in the room and gave a big grin. The door closed and she brought up her arms as a motion for this person to give her a hug.
“Proton?! Is that you?” the familiar voice said as he patted the young man on his back.
There came a young man with light swirly pink hair. That same one he saw complaining on TV. He had on his black uniform with red stripes on the front. He went over to the girl and gave her an endearing but quick embrace and a kiss on her lips before she walked out of the room. As soon as it seemed like she left, the two guys went over to each other and gave each other a man hug before sitting down.
“Petrel, no time no see!” Proton exclaimed.
“Hey, I never expected that you’d be here,” Petrel said as he got out a few papers. “What brings you here? What’s up, man?”
“Nothing much, just wanting to reunite with my old team,” the aqua haired young man replied.
Proton sat himself up in his chair and smirked as he pulled out a piece of folded notebook paper from his pocket. He puts it on the table as he makes himself comfortable by putting his feet on the footstool that was in front of him. Petrel scans over the documents before looking up at his longtime friend. He scratched his head as he takes out a pen.
“Kay Proton, since I am your interviewer and the person who decided if you are on the team or not, I will ask you a few questions,” Petrel explained. “These are Amy’s orders, not mine. Normally she’d be the one doing the choosing but she’s not feeling well so that’s why you only saw her for that short time.”
Proton nodded as he prepared himself for the questions that were about to be asked. He makes himself even more relaxed by putting his arms behind his head as a pillow.
“Okay, first question is, are you at least over the age of 12?” Petrel asked.
Proton just nodded yes at the pink haired young man as he gave him the ‘yeah duh’ expression on his face.
“Alright, second question is do you have any experience with Team Rocket or in the detective field?”
The young man nodded yes to that question. ‘You know, you and I were on the same team. Of course I have experience on this team!’
“Third question is that if we asked you to take a drug test, would you do it and would you pass it?”
Proton nodded his head yes as he tilted his head to the right in boredom. ‘When is this going to be over?’
“Okay last question and I have to ask you this anyway. Are you pregnant or nursing?”
Proton looked at Petrel with a death glare. His fist started to clench as the pink haired young man started to laugh at him. He quickly got up from his chair and proceeded to wave his fist at him. Though Petrel no longer laughed, he retained a friendly smile as his puts his hands over his head as a motion to back off.
“Peace, my friend. I had to ask that question. I have to ask every newcomer that question, my girlfriend’s orders,” he explained. “I’m done with the basic questions so we got that part covered.”
Proton proceeded to sit back down in the chair as he looked at the folded piece of paper that was in front of him. Maybe, just maybe since Ellie was on this team, maybe Petrel knows where she is and can deliver this said paper to her. The aqua haired kid took the paper off the desk and looks over it, making sure that he didn’t leave out anything or say anything wrong in the note.
“Yo Petrel, do you know someone named Ellie on this team?” Proton asked hesitantly. “I saw her on TV and she had the uniform on.”
Petrel raised his eyebrow at the boy’s question as he gave him a smirk. “Ellie eh? She’s on this team. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I need you to give this to her,” Proton said as he handed the young man the note. “Please don’t tell her that I was here or that I wrote it. Also, please don’t read it; I only want her to read it.”
Petrel took the note from his hands and scanned his eyes across the folded paper. As much as it would have tempted him to take one peak inside it, he couldn’t do so. He slowly puts the note in his shirt pocket as he gathers the other papers on the desk. Proton sat there as he raised his eyebrow when the pink haired young man started to chuckle under his breath. ‘What the hell is he laughing at?’ he thought as the expression of anger came on him.
“Sorry, Proton I had to chuckle a little,” Petrel said as he caught the boy’s expression. “I think it’s cute that you have a thing for Ellie, that’s all. I mean… do you like her? When a guy passes a note to a girl, it usually means that they like them.”
Proton remained silent. He did not want to say a word and it was as a signal for the guy to drop the subject. He did not feel comfortable going into details about his love for Ellie and especially not to Petrel. He’s his friend, but sometimes he can get carried away with certain topics. He sat there, silent while giving Petrel the death glare. His face was turning beat red as he clenched his fist. Once again, Petrel still retained a friendly smile as he puts his hands up in peace.
“Hey, I’m just giving you a hard time. I won’t speak about it anymore,” the pink haired guy said as he stood up and stretched. “I’ll jot down my number and I’ll call you maybe.”
As he took a piece of paper from a small sticky pad, Proton proceeded to laugh. He also got up and wrote down his name and number on a sticky pad paper as well. He then took his hand and grasps Petrel’s shoulder as he still chuckled. ‘You are something else…’ he thought as he smiled. After they exchanged numbers, they gave each other another friendly hug before Proton was about to leave. However, before he left, he turned and gave a hard smile.
“Oh and about your TV appearance, I thought you should know that you are so thin, you can hang glide on a Dorito!” Proton exclaimed. “So you cannot complain about the camera adding ten pounds.”
“Oh shut up, you!” Petrel said with a grin as he threw a paper ball at him and missed.
The aqua haired boy stuck out his tongue as he proceeded to leave the building.
It was almost dusk as the sun was going down. The streetlights were starting to come on as people were preparing to either walk or drive home for the evening. Ellie sat on a bench in front of the Team Rocket building, anxiously waiting for the agency to close for the night. There was a rule that no one leaves unless the CEO said they could. She held on to her duffel bag as she nervously looks at her surroundings. She twisted the bottom of her mini dress as she nervously looks at the people walking and driving by as well.
“Hey there,” a familiar voice said at the door behind the person closed. “How’s it goin’ Ellie?”
“Not much, Petrel,” the young girl replied as she looked up at the young man. “Thanks for asking.”
Petrel smiled as he proceeded to sit next to the girl. Ellie felt a little more comfortable for she did not clench to her bag and dress as much as she did before. They both gave each other a friendly hug before having a brief conversation. However, before they could do that, Petrel just remembered something. ‘The letter!’ he thought as he reached into his shirt pocket and handed the girl a piece of folded notebook paper. When she took the paper, Ellie looked up at him with a confused look on his face.
“Remember when we told you guys that we were getting a new member?” Petrel started. “Well I was talking to him this afternoon and he gave me this, wanted me to give it to you. I don’t know what it says but he wanted you to read it.”
Ellie looked at the paper with such confusion. ‘How does this new member know of me? And why did he write me a note?’ Although she was afraid to read what was inside, she unfolded the piece of paper and decided to read it anyway, just to get it out of the way. When she finally unfolded the paper, she began to read it. It was short but what was in it made her shocked, confused and nervous at the same time. It read:
My dearest Ellie,
You may not remember me but we have met before. I have wanted to get in touch with you ever since our team disbanded but no luck. So to see you on TV, and there you were. I was honestly shocked. With everything that has happened to us Ellie, I want to meet you and mostly hold you in my arms while I tell you how much I’ve missed you. Question is will you give me that chance? Will you give us a chance to make something of ourselves?
I know it seems like my thoughts are wandering but I couldn’t help but be shocked by what I saw. Not only that, but be angry with myself by not giving you my number sooner when I last saw you. When you see me on the team one day, I hope you can recognize me so that we can chat and catch up with each other, and maybe spend quality time with each other. Well, I’m going to go before my hair turns gray and my name becomes Shakespeare. But know that when I see you, you are going to be shocked. You really are…
Love, your secret admirer.
When she finished reading, Ellie puts the paper down on her bag in shock. She couldn’t believe that a guy would write to her saying that he wanted to meet her. She didn’t know what to think at this point. Ellie was happy, but she was mostly scared and nervous at the same time. ‘This is nice… but what if this person doesn’t like me in the end? I’m surprised that they chose me of all people! Me!’ The more she thought of this, the more tears started to well up in her eyes.
“Are you okay, Ellie?” Petrel asked as he took his hand and started to rub her back.
As soon as he did that, Ellie suddenly came closer and leaned against Petrel’s chest while her arms were around his waist tightly. She needed someone to lean on, someone to hold her at the moment, and he was right there. Petrel was hesitant seeing that this girl was now leaning against him; however he knew that she needed comforting. So he puts his other arm around her as he still rubs her back.
“I’m scared, Petrel,” Ellie cried. “I’m afraid that he might leave just like the other guy I fell in love with…”
“I know… I know…” he whispered in her ear in a soothing tone.
Proton sat down in his kitchen, eating dinner. So many things were running through his mind. When he does get accepted into the team, will Ellie remember him? How would she take to him? Will she even give the guy a chance to get to know her? All these thoughts and more were conversing in his head until he heard a bing go off on his phone. He picked up his P-phone and there was a text message from Petrel.
congats u made the team. u start 2mrrw. b thre at 8oclk with ur old uniform.
When he read the message, he literally dropped his phone on the table. His heart started to beat faster, his head was suddenly warm as he gave a hard smile. He grasped on to his pant leg as he used his other hand to text him back.
ty Petch, see ya tomorrow
With that, he got up from the table and proceeded to go into the bedroom to sleep for the night.