Just a wee little epilogue type bit because there is that one question that needs answered.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon, or answering machines.

If anybody spotted any more hints in the last chapter, let me know because those were totally unintentional, but I will totally still take credit for them.

Game - Set - Match

III. Return

"Hey, it's Sabrina. Just think about what you want to say and I'll get back to you."

"Message received at 7:32 am"

"Hey Sabrina, it's Misty. Just calling to see how things are going. Give me a call or something." BEEP

"Message received at 7:46 am"

"Hey I just remembered the other reason I called. Ash and I are hanging out at the Pokémon Centre and Brock was supposed to meet us here at 7 and he's not picking up his phone or anything. I was hoping that you might know where he is or something. [pause] By the way, it's Misty in case you were wondering." BEEP

"Message received at 8:27 am"

"Hey Sabrina it's Ash. Well . . . uh . . . I think Misty really wanted to call you again herself but she didn't want to look like a stalker . . . ow Misty, that actually hurt that time. Anyway, if you see him call us . . . and if he's there I just want to say 'Brock you dog!' . . . Ahh! Misty NOOOOO . . ." BEEP

"Message received at 9:58 am"

"Brock Slate! I know you're there you bastard and I know what you did! And if you think you're going to get away with manipulating me like that then you've got another thing coming. I swear I am going to make you hurt in places you didn't even realize you could hurt! I will take your neck and I will . . ." BEEP

"Do you think I should give them a call?" Brock asked sleepily, pulling the woman beside him closer to his side. He smiled to himself as he kissed her neck, making it clear to both of them that he never intended to let her go ever again.

Sabrina smiled up at him as she checked the clock beside them. It was ten o'clock now. "How about we let her sweat for an hour more?" she asked, looking lovingly into his eyes.

He nodded in agreement. "What are you thinking?" he asked as he watched her eyes cloud over in confusion.

She sighed softly before speaking. "I still don't get why you did things the way you did," she explained, feeling a little guilty for asking. "Why didn't you just ask me out?"

He looked sheepish as he replied, his fingers gently weaving through her hair absentmindedly. "I wish I could tell you that it was all to make things that much more romantic, but really I was just scared," he confessed. "You're the only person I've ever felt this way for and that in itself is daunting without the woman you love being a psychic to boot.

"I've been rejected by every kind of woman you could possibly imagine," he continued. "I just wanted to be sure before I offered my heart."

"So when were you sure?" Sabrina asked. She gently stroked his face reassuringly, the stubble coming through scratching the tips of her fingers.

"When I kissed you at the bar and you said your only wish was for me to kiss you on the lips. I felt exactly the same," he admitted, looking even more sheepish than before. "I swear I don't make a habit of trying to read people's thoughts, mostly because it takes all my concentration to get anything, but I considered last night to be out of necessity. I just needed to know if you could feel even smallest fraction of what I did."

She smiled as she kissed the corner of his mouth, returning his gesture from the night before. "I feel exactly the same," she told him, pulling back so she could look him in the eye. His whole face seemed to reflect her own happiness.

"Now with that said," he said as a wicked smile pulled it's way onto his lips, "what on earth shall we do to occupy ourselves for an hour?" he asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Sabrina looked thoughtful, biting her lip to suppress her own smile. Before she had the chance to answer, he pounced on her, trailing her fingers along her sides.

"Tickle fight!" Brock called as she was overcome with laughter. This went on for a good ten minutes, before both collapsed back down on the bed in exhaustion.

Curling into his chest, Sabrina felt an irrepressible smile form on her face. This was it. This was happiness. This was bliss. This is the only place she wanted to be for the rest of her life.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair, gently kissing the top of her head. "If I could spend the rest of my life holding you, I'd die the happiest man in the world," he added in reply to her thoughts.

She nodded, making herself more comfortable. Instead of replying, she just let her thoughts go, letting them flow towards him, knowing they would encapsulate her feelings better than any words she could possibly formulate.

He smiled, returning the gesture with his own stream of thoughts and emotions that mirrored her own so closely in both their content and intensity.

This was heaven.

This was bliss.

This was home.

"Message received 10:21 am"

"Hey Sabrina it's Misty. Can you just delete that last message and never talk about it? Really sorry about that, although if Brock's still around you could let him know that I wasn't kidding about the part where I said he'd never have children by the time I'm done with him. Never mind . . ." BEEP