Disclaimer: I wish I owned Pokémon, but I don't.

Whenever Green heard that loud, chirpy, all-too-familiar voice announcing her arrival at the entrance of his grandfather's lab, he always reminded himself that traveling up to Mt. Silver and freezing himself to death with Red would not stop that pesky woman from appearing in his life. He was sure that several tons of snow and high altitudes would serve no obstacle for her, as long as she got an amusing and entertaining reaction when she shows up without warning. Some days, when he was tired of her loitering around the lab, occasionally sifting through files without interest (and no doubt placing the reports out of order) or making cocky comments about his "workaholic" attitude, he'd ask her if she had nothing better to do than to annoy him. She'd reply, with a proud smirk, "Don't pretend you don't like my company." However, even though Blue's presence never failed to distract him from making progress in his work, a small part of him looked forward to their meetings, as much as he tried to deny it from a cocky Gold (who should mind his own business for once) or a prodding Pearl (whom he sometimes wished would just leave him alone and practice his comedy act). Blue was always there, like a stray Pokémon you just couldn't shake off no matter how much you shooed it away, but at the same time, it left a warm feeling inside your heart, a feeling he tried not to think too much of.

Today was February fourteenth, Valentine's Day, Green noted with a mixture of exasperation and excitement (more exasperation than excitement, of course). He could almost hear the door flying open and the cry of, "I'm here, Green!" as his fingers flew over the keyboard, typing up a detailed document of Unown. Yes, Blue was about to make her entrance any second now, and no doubt would she try to persuade him to "get out of this lousy room and do something fun for a change" – her arguments this time would be even more persistent due to the cursed Valentine's Day.

What made it even worse was that the lab was empty except for himself, and therefore no one to side with him once the con-woman tries to convince him out of his work; Daisy had excused herself early, saying something about meeting Bill at a café that morning, the professor had run out to meet with an old friend, and Crystal had taken the day off to go on a picnic with Gold, making sure to bring an extra box of chocolates for her boyfriend as she did so ("You should go somewhere with Blue tomorrow," she had chirped cheerfully after informing him of her absence, before quickly excusing herself when she realized what she had just said.)

He kept his eyes on the computer, reminding himself not to be distracted by the fact that Blue had not shown up yet, but the ticking of the clock accentuated every second that she wasn't here – the door of the lab remained forever closed, and her voice did not sound in his ears. Half of his brain was trying to convince himself that the lack of appearance from the noisy girl was a good thing: silence was rare these days, and perhaps he could actually finish this report before lunch, but the other half felt slightly disappointed and even worried – had anything happened to her? Was that why she wasn't here yet, especially since it was Valentine's Day? He had expected her to visit him earlier and with more enthusiasm than normal, having found yet another reason to drag him to her favourite restaurant or park. He glanced at the clock displayed on his computer, frowning as he read the small "11:30 am" etched at the bottom of his screen. Normally, she would have dropped by an hour ago, but there was still no sign of her. Finally, he shook his head, muttering, "She has things to do, too, other than annoying the crap out of you. She wasn't supposed to come by the lab in the first place. Shut up and do your work."

As an hour passed, he found himself hating the isolation and the silence of the lab and missing the cheerful yet cocky tone of her voice when she teased him. Another hour flew by, and he tried not to yearn for her cooking, which she would sometimes bring in a plastic container as she scolded him about not eating too many cups of instant noodles and that she could always "pull some strings" to get some free meals at a decent restaurant. He would always protest, of course, saying how the food he ate was just fine, how she should mind her own business and stop bothering him, but her response of, "I'm your girlfriend and I should take care of you!" left him feeling slightly satisfied inside before his retort of, "What girlfriend?"

He bit his lip, ruffling his spiked and unruly hair. Should he give Yellow a call, ask her if she's been in touch with Blue lately (the quiet girl had grown quite close to Blue over the years)? Or should he just ignore her absence; he could always question her about it the next time he saw her … whenever next time was. That did it. His mind was tired of solving the dilemma of whether he should visit Blue or not, it and had just made a choice, for the better or for the worse. The unusual silence, the lack of life in the lab convinced him to push back his chair, stand up stiffly, grab his jacket, and hurry out the door, grabbing a box of chocolate from the counter-top that Daisy had bought yesterday on the way out. The report might not get completed in time, and Blue would never let him live down the fact that the prideful Green, who often complained of her constant presence, visited her on Valentine's Day of his own free will, with a box of chocolate, no less. He could already see her smug, knowing grin when she answers the door, and later, the teasing gazes of the other Pokédex-holders as they mutter about his "true feelings for her".

No matter, he could always brush off their comments and the jokes and attention will soon shift to another pair (maybe the bickering Ruby and Sapphire ... or Red and Yellow, however shy they may be). With a sigh, he released his Charizard from its Pokéball and mounted, stating the address Blue had once told him to visit if he was ever lonely or needed her company - and here he thought he would never actually use it. He tried to ignore the sly, mocking glance his dragon-like Pokémon shot at him as it beat its large wings and rose steadily into the air, en route towards Blue's apartment. The whole time there, he flipped through his mind for excuses of why he decided to stop by.

(When he finally - reluctantly - arrived and knocked on Blue's door, the young con artist laughed and murmured into the phone she held to her ear, "See, Gold, I told you he would come!")

First fanfic! Please tell me how I did - was it good? Crappy? And feel free to comment about what shippings you'd like to see next. Actually, please do. Thank you!