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I Choose You, uh, Bilo...
"I Choose You, uh, Bilo..."
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: G?
Beta: inkspottedtea
Word Count: 1028
Notes/warnings: This is pure silliness, in case the title didn't clue you in. *L* Written for inkspottedtea because this pokémon thing is all her fault!


"Carlos, what are you doing?" I quickly tried to cover the small source of endless frustration, but Pete was too fast for me. "A... Biggles, is this a game-boy?" he asked, frowning in confusion. "I didn't know you knew how to use one of these!"

"I'm not completely stupid, you know," I grumbled, making a grab for the toy.

"You are when it comes to technology like this," he replied, waving it just out of my reach. "Now, what do we have here?"

"Don't-" I started, but he'd already flipped the switch.

"Pokémon, Biggles?" He gave me an amused grin, completely ignoring my threatening scowl as he continued to rub it in. "I never would have figured you one for entrapping those poor, harmless little animals in those tiny, uncomfortable balls, Carlos. That's animal cruelty, you know, and- hey!"

"Fuck off," I replied as I finally managed to grab it back. I irritably switched it off, shoving it back into my pocket before finding a seat.

"Fine then," Peter replied equally testily. "I'll just go sit with John and Gary since I'm sure they don't advocate-" he continued to ramble on as he made his way to the back of the tour bus, but I had already tuned him out again.

I waited a few minutes before taking the game-boy back out, quickly losing myself in the game. Two hours and one gym leader later, my stomach informed me it was time to take a break. 'Would you like to save the game?' "No, I want to bloody do it all over again," I muttered irritably as I selected the desired option.

"Biggles saved the game!" An all-too familiar voice crowed from over my shoulder. I jumped, dropping the game as I spun around, watching with dismay as Pete scooped up my poor, abused toy. "Let's see," he started conversationally. "What pokémon do you... aw, Biggles, I'm your first!" He winked and, to my growing horror, called, "John! Gary! You have to see this!" He waited until they'd come over to seriously inform them, "Carlos is playing pokémon. You can tell because the game is yellow and the title thing says so. He called himself Biggles, see?" He pushed a few buttons and briefly turned the screen towards them. "I'm his most important pokémon. I'm a- Carlos, what am I?"

"A pain in the ar- ow!" I rubbed my head where he'd smacked me with the game. "For fuck's sake, Pete! You're going to give me a concussion!" He continued to stare at me, completely unrepentant, until his adorable pout caused me to cave. "Pikachu," I muttered self-consciously.

"What was that, Carlos? I didn't quite catch what you just said," he said innocently.

"You're a pikachu," I repeated more loudly, blushing terribly and silently vowing to kill him as soon as the opportunity arose.

"Yeah, that's it!" he beamed. "Bilo is a pikachu! You guys are in here too. Gary's a rat... ratty... ratty-tatters..."

"Rattata," I mumbled.

"But why am I a mouse?" Gary asked confused.

"You're not a mouse..." I sighed, knowing it couldn't get any worse, and explained, "Rattata sounds like that drum sound, you know-"

"Rat-a-tat-tat?" Pete interrupted, nodding knowledgeably.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Well, I guess that make sense." Gary watched as Pete pushed a few buttons before querying, "Why's John a bird?"

"I'm a bird?" John leaned forward to get a better look.

"You're not a bird," I corrected irritably. "He's a pidgey."

"Looks like a bird to me," Pete muttered before noticing the look on my face and hastily continuing, "So, why is John a pudg-"

"Pidgey. Well," I shifted embarrassedly. "I already had you and Gary, yeah? So I just needed-"

"John. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. But who's... Johnny? Is that, like, Borrell?"

"Yeah. See, I caught a, uh, mankey, and-"

"A monkey?" Pete asked. "But he looks more like a horse..."

"No, a mankey. They're, uh, fighting types, so..."

"Oh, yeah, well, I guess that makes sense too. See, Gary- hey, where'd they go?" Pete looked around, frowning in his confusion.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Maybe they got bored?"

"But this is fascinating, Carlos!" Pete exclaimed excitedly. "We're getting a special look into your inner-most thoughts and feelings and-"

"It's not-" I protested, but he cut me off.

"Oh yeah?" He asked sceptically. "Who's your rival?"

"My what?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Your rival! Your nemesis! The one you grew up with and-"

"I didn't grow up with him." I quickly clamped my mouth shut, but I'd made my mistake.

"Ha!" He crowed triumphantly. "I knew you knew what I was talking about! But you still fight at all the major turning points and all, yeah? And-"

I was suddenly struck by a realisation. "You've played this before!"

"Well, not this one, but one of them, yeah," he admitted sheepishly.

"And here you were, giving me grief over-"

"Car-los!" he whined. "Don't try and change the subject like that! Who's your rival?"

"Who was yours?" I challenged.

"My Dad, of course. Now come on, I told you mine..."

I mumbled an answer, but he just crossed his arms, refusing to budge until I admitted, "Wolfman."

"Aw, Biggles, that's so sweet!" He grinned and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He stood there beaming for a moment before oh-so-innocently pointing out, "But I don't think your rival's supposed to be fucking your pokémon. Of course, I don't think you are either, so..."

"Pete!" I made a grab for the game, but it was too late- he'd already deleted my file.

"Oops," he said entirely unconvincingly. "I guess we'll just have to come up with a new game or two for you to play."

I was about to protest, but his mischievous grin clued me in to what sorts of games he was thinking of, so I just smirked back at him and reached for his hand.