A Series of ConversationsWarning: References to offscreen sexual content
or: The Erkens Heir Courts The Mad Scientist, As Told Through The Eyes Of Their Companions
or: The Erkens Heir Courts The Mad Scientist, As Told Through The Eyes Of Their Companions
"Hey, bird," growled a voice. Gerard squeaked, feathers fluffing up as he spun around from the slice of pizza he was nibbling on. It had gone mostly cold, but the mixture of grease, sauce, bread, and meat was still most delectable. He dearly wished Dad had introduced him to this dish earlier!
It was Ogar, the Mightyena companion of the scientist. They hadn't really talked much, outside of working together in battle. Gerard took a gulp, swallowing his current bite of pizza. "What do you want?" he asked, attempting to keep his voice steady.
"Tell me about your trainer," growled Ogar. "I need to know if his desire to be the leader will be a threat to mine."
"What? No!" exclaimed Gerard. His feathers puffed up again, this time in anger. He snapped his rocky jaws together. "Dad only wants what's best for everyone! He should get to be the leader anyways! He knows how to fight best!"
Ogar sighed, looking quite unimpressed. "I suppose I saw some of his commanding ability in that last battle of ours. I must admit, he does have an eye for tactics. At the same time, you are obviously biased. You don't mind if we talk again, do you?"
Gerard wanted to say yes-Ogar was really intimidating when he was like this! Then again, both of them just wanted to protect the humans they cared for most. Plus maybe it wouldn't be so scary once Gerard evolved as well.
"I guess not..."
"Good." Ogar's head turned and he spun around, loping towards the dining hall. "Later, then. I think he's about to attempt to do something with the coffee machine that someone will regret."
-------------------------------------"So," muttered Ogar to Gerard as the two of them ate beside the campfire, "you have any idea why your trainer's suddenly so happy to hang out with mine? Because I distinctly remember him using the word 'creepy' to describe his enthusiasm for experimentation before."
"...it is kind of creepy, though," said Gerard. Ogar's tail curled in his equivalent of a shrug.
"I'm not here to pass judgement on my own trainer's passion. He could stand to be a bit more cautious in his decision-making, but that's what I'm here for."
"Well..." said Gerard, his own wing feathers wriggling a shrug, "I think it's because Dad doesn't like other humans touching him so much. And the scout does that all the time, you know? So your trainer's the only other member of the team closer to his age he can handle."
Ogar huffed. "I guess that makes some kind of sense. You know that might change if he reveals those abilities of his, don't you?"
Gerard's tail stiffened. "...what abilities?" he asked, trying to keep his feathers from fluffing out and displaying his shock. Ogar leaned closer, sniffing slightly.
"I can smell it on him. I wasn't sure what it was, until we encountered that gold-throwing Meowth." Ogar leaned back. "And you also smell different when you're nervous, you know."
"I'm always nervous! Especially around you!" chirped Gerard in objection. Ogar just huffed again.
"It's not like I'll reveal it to my trainer or anything. Even if I could. I'm just...giving you a warning, alright?" And with that, Ogar stood up to pad back to his trainer's side, to watch over him as he prepared another one of those chemical bombs he seemed so fond of. Gerard didn't have that good a sense of smell, but the scent still tickled at his nose in uncomfortable ways sometimes. Ogar really was devoted to his trainer, to endure that smell in order to make sure he was safe...
-------------------------------------"Do you know what happened between those two last night?" asked Ogar. Their trainers were sitting next to each other, odd expressions on both of their faces. On occasion, one of them would steal a glance at the other. "All I know is your trainer called mine down for something. It didn't seem to take that long, then he came back and went back to work."
"I'm not sure either," admitted Gerard. "All I know is that he mentioned not being tired before leaving the room, and then when he came back he mentioned something about your trainer being surprisingly gentle? And his hands being soft?"
"They were in a public area, weren't they?" muttered Ogar. The Mightyena started to pace back and forth. "Are you telling me your playboy flirt of a trainer has decided to seduce mine? To...maybe even break his heart?"
"Hey! Dad's not like that! Sure he's good at flirting, but he's always used to to convince people to do things for us! To help the team!" Gerard really wished he could evolve already, so that he didn't have to always be looking up at Ogar. Suddenly, he remembered something else.
"Oh! This morning when Dad was getting dressed, I saw a burn mark on his arm? I bet that's what your trainer helped him with!" Ogar sat back down with a huff.
"Right...he did grab his bag. I suppose he might have had Burn Heal in there." He seemed a bit disappointed that his conspiracy theories against Gerard's trainer didn't hold out after all. "Still. I won't let him break my trainer's heart."
"Dad wouldn't do that," muttered Gerard, going back to his breakfast.
"I suppose you know him best," admitted Ogar at last, going back to his own meal. Still, now both of them were occasionally stealing glances back at their trainers, and the way they looked at each other...
-------------------------------------After that last battle, the group should have been resting. Despite that, Ogar had somehow summoned the strength to stand anyways, pacing back and forth in the Pokemon Center room. Their trainers were being kept elsewhere for slightly longer observation, but even "slightly longer" was too long to be separated, in his opinion. Finally, he settled back next to Gerard, who had been lying next to the door all this time.
"Hey. Congratulations on evolving, bird. I bet your trainer's going to be just fine, at least. He was barely in the thick of it."
"What do you mean by that?" snapped Gerard, rearing up to his full height. "You saw that they had psychic attacks! Those could reach him just fine!" Ogar actually backed away a bit.
"Wow, evolution's made you temperamental. I'm just saying, it's not like he got any direct burns."
"...I'm sure your trainer will be fine too," said Gerard at last. "Pokemon Centers are really good at treating people. And neither of them actually fainted, so it can't be that bad."
Ogar laid down, head on his paws. "It's not just that," he growled. "He got burned bad, and I wasn't there. It's my role to protect him, and I failed that. It should have been me who got burned!" he snarled.
"I think you got hurt pretty bad too," noted Gerard. The only reason the Archeops was better-off was because of the natural rejuvenation that had happened with his evolution, healing some of his worst injuries and allowing him to launch a surprise counterattack. "You weren't even near him! They had too many people for us to stick together."
Ogar sighed, placing a paw over his snout, then regretting it when that aggravated one of the scratches on said snout.
"Besides," adds Gerard, "I'm sure Dad will figure out better tactics next time, so we don't get hurt as bad. He seemed really upset when your trainer got burnt like that as well. They surprised us this time, but they won't do it again!"
Ogar stared, then found himself laughing. "Alright, alright. Seems evolution hasn't changed you that much after all, bird."
Gerard looked indignant for a moment, then settled back down. "Let's just wait for them together, alright?"
"Sure," muttered Ogar, settling down the best he could. "Might as well make sure we can see them the instant they get out."
-------------------------------------"Hey!" screeched Gerard, hurrying over towards Ogar as the Mightyena padded down to breakfast. "What did you say to Dad last night? He looked so upset when he came back to our room, then he got some message on his phone and hurried back out!"
The Mightyena simply inclined his head back up the stairs, showing two pairs of feet descending together. Gerard stared, eyes wide, as Ogar spoke up.
"He came to our room while I was outside guarding the door, and attempted to convince me to let him pass. I didn't even say anything to him, he just responded to the way I was looking at him and yelled out his feelings right there in the hallway." Ogar's tail curled up. "I was about to let him by after that, since I was pretty sure he was being sincere, but he just blushed and ran away. Which only lent further credence to his sincerity."
Gerard had to giggle slightly. "Yeah! I think Dad's been in love with Pops for a while."
Ogar's ears shot up. "Pops?"
"Well, they're dating now, so they're both my parents now, aren't they?" Gerard moved aside to let the two trainers past, he and Ogar both receiving absentminded pats on the head as the couple walked towards breakfast, arms still interlinked.
"Don't you think it's too early to think about that?"
Gerard shrugged his feathers.
"Also," continued Ogar, "please don't use 'Pops' to refer to my trainer."
"Fine...but like I said, I think he's been in love for a while! He's always been trying to act like his friendly gestures don't mean anything serious, but his feelings were totally obvious. Like I told you, he won't break your trainer's heart!"
Ogar sighed. "I could see how happy they both were during that kiss. I suppose I have to admit you were right about his intentions all along."
"Ha!" said Gerard, before leaning in closer. "Wait...you saw their first kiss? You have to tell me what it was like!"
Ogar's ears flattened against his head, and he started loping stiffly towards the dining hall. "I bet they'll kiss in front of you sometime! I'm not describing it to you!"
"Oh, come on! First kisses are special!"
-------------------------------------Ogar huffed as he sat beside Gerard, in the hallway outside their trainers' shared room. They'd been told to "guard the door," but from the looks the two'd been giving each other he had an idea of what was about to happen in there. His ears were pricked forward, in an attempt to ignore any sound coming from within.
"I'd say I'm surprised it took them this long to take their relationship to that level, but I suppose it's different when he's really in love."
"I told you so!" said Gerard, looking very smug. "Plus, this means you have to let me take point in the next fight."
"Won't that mess up your trainer's plans?"
"He can work around it. I told you, he's flexible!"
Ogar winced at the double-meaning. Despite his best efforts, he could still hear bits and pieces of what was happening in the room behind them. Still...their trainers were happy together. And he would do his best to continue to protect that happiness.