Shipping One-shots (Pokémon)

Shivering Stone

Rose X Oleana, because of course. I actually battled Oleana in Sword the other day and was inspired to write this as I watched her Garbodor sweep nearly my entire team (with a common weakness to ground) using Earthquake. Heh heh, what is type balance?

"Do you have your passport?" Oleana, the secretary, asked.

Chairman Rose, leader of Macro Cosmos, held up a small, thin book before placing it into his suitcase. "Yep. Right here." 

Oleana flipped over a page on her checklist. "Promotional leaflets?"

"In the front compartment."

"Endorsement documents?"

"Secret inner pocket."

"Blue Cross card?" Oleana regarded him coldly with her olive-green eyes.

"I keep that in my wallet at all times," Rose replied calmly, immune to her steely gaze. He had been the man who had crafted the cold, beautiful woman standing in front of him. Like Pygmalion, he had fashioned a stone goddess out of a lowly research assistant.

"That is an untrue statement," Oleana pointed out. "At last year's Cosmos convention, you were a little too tempted by the free drinks they had to offer at the hotel. If I remember correctly, you slipped a disc in your back while you were dancing. The fact that you forgot your Blue Cross card meant that you had to pay full price for the surgery." She scribbled something on her clipboard. "I do not want to go through an incident like that again, and I'm sure that you don't want to either."

Rose sighed. "I'm sure that there will be no incidents of that kind this year." He scratched his chin and gave her a look. "I always thought you found that incident funny."

"It would admittedly be wrong for me to deny that I found it quite amusing before we discovered your injury. I just do not want to see you hurt again, Mr. Rose." Oleana's face didn't change with her statement, and Rose wished, just for a moment, that he had trained her to show emotion.

"I won't hurt myself," Rose promised. He leaned over to look at the clipboard. "What about you, Ms. Oleana? Are you packed and ready to go?"

"I finished packing yesterday," Oleana replied. "I do not require many things when we go on trips like these, so I am only taking a small carry-on." She pointed to a medium-sized gray backpack, which looked to be emptier than Rose's 'pleasure' suitcase.

"Hmm." Rose nodded. "Alright, Oleana. I can pack the rest of my items myself. You are dismissed."

Oleana handed him the clipboard and dashed out of the room, slamming the door to her office. Rose heard something being thrown at the wall, and then loud sobs echoed through the empty hallway.

Oh, Oleana. She's having another one of her mood swings...

Rose shut his suitcase and moved across the hallway, listening at her door. He could hear the whimpering noises that came from her mouth when she was extremely upset, and he could hear her Pokémon clambering across the floor, trying to calm their owner down.

He wished that he had the confidence to go in there, wrap her in his arms, plant kisses on her face and tell her that it was going to be alright. But he was her boss and she was his secretary, and she did not show interest in embarking into an intimate relationship.

So he went back into his office and began to write down a note that he would not publish, like he did every time he had an urge like this one. There was an entire drawer of turgid love notes that he was too chicken to send, or even read again once he had written them.