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Nonregulation Attire (Commandershipping - Oneshot)

Discussion in 'Shipping Fics' started by Skiyomi, Jan 27, 2011.

  1. Skiyomi

    Skiyomi Only Mostly Dead

    Title: Nonregulation Attire
    Fandom: Pokemon
    Pairing: Commandershipping - Tabitha (Harland) x Shelly (Isabel)
    Status: Complete
    Rated: PG

    File this under 'not remotely timely', but I don't care: I had fun with it! Hope you enjoy it too, and as always: comments are appreciated.

    Also posted on my fanfiction.net account.


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    Nonregulation Attire.

    Field Commander Tabitha strode down the black marble hallway of what was just one in a long series of secret bases that Team Magma had taken possession of and subsequently abandoned in the last couple of years. There was, as always, much to be done and he had to be able trust his men to be able to get the job done when it counted. He stopped as he reached the training room where Staff Sergeant Warren was teaching the new recruits how to handle the tech side of Team Magma.

    “Your headset is your new best friend,” Staff Sergeant Warren declared in his usual gruff tones with his hands linked firmly behind his back. “While I’d never send a bunch of amateur lumps like you into the field without backup, there’s always a chance of getting separated from the main group. If that happens and you run into trouble, see anything of interest, and even so much as think of being a hero: don’t. Use your headset and call for help. If you can’t do that, then congratulations: you’re a fool. Try at least not to become a dead fool.”

    The new recruits looked almost Christmassy with their glossy red uniforms and their greening complexions. Tabitha clapped as he entered the room. “Well said, Staff Sergeant Warren. It would be in all of your best interests to listen to this man.”

    “Sir!” Warren said, turning around at attention to face his commander. “Just giving the basic rundown to the new bunch we picked up in Rustboro,” he explained.

    “Very good, Staff Sergeant,” Tabitha nodded. He looked at the fresh-faced recruits. Doubtless some of them were farmer’s sons and daughters who’d lost their birthright to flooding, some were geology nuts, and others were fighters just a little too rough for the right side of the law, and still others were just gangs of kids looking for a new life, identity, cause, and wardrobe. “How many did we get this time?”

    Warren consulted his clipboard. “Thirteen, sir; a nice haul, I’d say.”

    The new recruits didn’t appear to like being spoken of like they were fish in a net, but were too rooted to the spot with fear to say anything as Tabitha ran his critical eyes over them.

    “There are only twelve here,” he said heavily.

    “What?” Warren exclaimed, conducting his own count twice, his fury was so great. “I told you all from the start: no bathroom breaks!” He turned to his commander and said: “You just leave this to me, Sir. I’ll sort out the insubordinating little—”

    “No,” Tabitha said. “You stay with the recruits. I’ll take care of this.”

    “Sir!” Warren saluted.

    Tabitha couldn’t say why, this was probably just some kid who’d joined up and gotten second thoughts, but he had a bad feeling about the whole thing.


    The female figured dressed as a Magma grunt hugged the wall, making as little noise and as much speed as possible as she made her way down the abandoned hallway. As she reached the room that most interested her, she studied the number coded entry pad on the wall for a moment, and then pulled out a mechanical device about the size of a chocolate bar. She held it approximately two inches from the entry pad and the device began spewing numbers across its small screen. After awhile the rolling numbers settled into a definite pattern: 1328399903574. She hastily inputted this number with only a small chime from the machine after every key was pressed. When she was finished the door slid open and she entered.

    When the door slid shut again, she looked around the small room. It was devoid of human inhabitants and entirely made up of computer terminals. Finally assured that she was alone, she lifted the horned red hood off of her, setting free a voluminous mass of red hair almost too expansive to have fit under the hood. She tilted her head left and right to set her hair free and smiled. Now much more comfortable, she took a small disc out of her pocket and fed it into the machine. She was in the midst of frenzied typing on the keyboard when the sound of the door sliding open caused her to freeze.

    “You’re missing class, Tactical Commander Shelly,” the voice from the door said as it entered.

    Shelly slowly turned around, giving the interloper a calm smile. “Ah well,” she said. “I can’t say your Magma indoctrination really interested me much in the first place, Field Commander Tabitha.”

    “I’m not honestly surprised by that,” Tabitha said, with the smile of one quite confident that he’d cornered his quarry. He tilted his head. “Though I was a bit surprised to see you dressed like that. That’s not exactly regulation attire for Team Aqua members, is it?”

    “Oh, this old thing?” Shelly said, looking over the uniform she was wearing with a shrug. “I can’t say that I care for it much. I’m not exactly fond of the little red riding hood look.”

    “You wear it well,” Tabitha said without a trace of insincerity.

    “And I thought it clashed with my hair,” Shelly said in the same light tone that signified that no matter what the circumstances might look like, she was completely in control. “It is warm though,” she said, idly touching the hood of the cloak with a heavily armbanded hand.

    “I can imagine, after the… rather exposed uniforms of Team Aqua,” Tabitha commented, conjuring up the image of the female Team Aqua uniform. He’d seen more varieties of navel piercings than he’d ever wanted to see.

    “This from a person whose female operatives run around in mini-skirts,” Shelly countered with a stretch of one of her own bare, athletic legs.

    Tabitha’s eye caught the movement. “Perhaps we should create a uniform that incorporates both features.”

    Shelly made a face. “You mean a Team Rocket kind of thing?”

    “Not under any circumstances,” Tabitha said, shaking his head.

    “On that, at least, we agree.”

    “You do look better in our uniforms than I’d look in your team’s,” Tabitha admitted.

    “Well, I’m not sure if your arms are toned enough for the tight, short sleeved look,” Shelly answered sweetly.

    Tabitha crossed his arms that were, no matter what Shelly claimed, at least adequately muscular. “A blow at my masculinity when I’ve got you captured? Do you really think that’s a wise idea, Shelly?”

    “Well, I must admit that I did always think that Tabitha was a girl’s name,” Shelly said, mimicking his crossed armed stance.

    “And I always thought Shelly was a Clamperl’s name.”

    “Hm,” Shelly almost laughed. She leaned against the computer console and said, “So what are you going to do with me now, Tabitha? Are you going to call for backup just for little old me? Surround me with Mightyena and drive me into the cells?” over the whirr of the computer ejecting her disc.

    Tabitha was not, under any circumstances, taking Shelly lightly. She was stronger than she looked. She was a diver and a gymnast, graceful both in and out of the water. She’d taken out men head and shoulders above her. He took that seriously, and training said he should call for backup, but… he respected Shelly and did not think his opposite numbers deserved that kind of treatment. She was cornered in a small room and he was standing in front of the only exit. He could afford to treat her… courteously.

    “I hope that won’t be necessary, Shelly. I’d like to think you’re aware enough of your situation to come quietly.” He paused and added, “after all, you wouldn’t want to damage that lovely uniform in a fight.”

    “Red does hide the blood,” Shelly observed practically. “But if it’s all the same to you, I prefer my bandana and jeans.”

    “Team Magma has always striven for a more… professional look,” Tabitha said.

    “Professional?” Shelly said with slight incredulity. “With those cute little horns on your hoods? You look like you’re on your way to an anime convention. All that’s missing is a messenger bag with an Igglybuff on it and an ill-spent disposable income.”

    “Better than being a wannabe pirate,” Tabitha countered letting the comment get to him more than he should. He’d had doubts about the horns too, to be honest. “The hoods, at least, make us harder to identify. Between that and the sunglasses we wear in the field, it’s that much more difficult for the Jennys to pin anything on us as individuals. You, on the other hand, have your faces spread all over wanted posters.”

    “Come to think of it,” Shelly said, sliding the disc into her pocket unnoticed, “we two have really spent… so much time together… leading our separate teams in ruin excavations, trading hostages across abandoned warehouses, and engaging in battles that I have a clear advantage in.” Tabitha bristled at this last barb. “And yet,” she continued, “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a very good look at your face. That silly hood’s always in the way.”

    She began moving toward him slowly. Tabitha braced himself in case she tried to flee, but made no move to call out his Mightyena or turn on his radio.

    She was very close to him, her hand rising up to his face as she pulled off the red hood. He didn’t make a move to stop her as the light of the computer room fell on his once darkened face, illuminating his defined jaw line, sharp eyes, and closely cropped light purple hair.

    “That’s better,” she said lightly. She ran a hand idly up his cheek and into the hair that she’d only seen glimpses of. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his.

    Two things happened at once. There was a clatter of Tabitha’s headset hitting the floor after Shelly slid it off his head; and Tabitha winced backwards in pain. Not from the kiss, but from the fist making sharp contact with his solar plexus. He sank, doubled-over to the ground as Shelly crushed his radio under her boot.

    “I hate to be so bad mannered, but I’m afraid I have to run and you’re in my way,” Shelly said as though she hadn’t just sunk her fist into his stomach. She held up the disc. “I’ll be taking this. Unfortunately the pass codes won’t do me much good as I’m sure you Magma operatives will be busy as bees changing all your codes now that they’ve been taken. But… what can I say, Tabitha? You’re at your best when you’re working extra hard.”

    “Until next time, Field Commander Tabitha,” Shelly lilted, as she jogged from the room.

    Tabitha winced against the pain in his stomach and tried to get up. Next time… hopefully next wouldn’t end like this time.

    Although, I don’t know… maybe it was worth it.

    He limped over to the intercom built into the room and pressed the red button. “Base Division?” he said in the speaker. “We have a situation.”
  2. xxGlassRose

    xxGlassRose m☆gic

    Skyyyyyy D; You REALLY need to put your one-shot links in your sigs more often!!!! THIS IS LOVE <3 I never really thought about this pairing all that much but you have officially made me a Comandershipper. I want to write a one-shot for them now. This story was way cute. I love that Shelly kisses him then punches him. xD

    So yeah, I love this x10. :D
  3. Skiyomi

    Skiyomi Only Mostly Dead

    XD I'll try to remember to! And thanks so much; I'm glad you liked it!

    Hurray! This pairing could always use more love and more fanfiction :3 if you write one, I will most definitely want to read it!

    Why are most of the pairings I support kiss-kiss-slap-slap (or in this case, punch-punch)? :p
  4. Starlight Aurate

    Starlight Aurate Star Struck

    I love Commandershipping! I've never been a shipper myself, but Tabitha is such an amazing character :) He goes so well with Shelly.
    As far as I could tell, everything was great, and I couldn't think of giving you any advice as my novice skills don't permit my brain to allow for this to go a better way. Though, I did catch one grammar error:

    Me thinks you mean tilted ;)

    Again, this is so great! Any more works of Tabitha you have I would love to read! Keep up the great work!
  5. Skiyomi

    Skiyomi Only Mostly Dead

    Thanks :) Nice to meet another fan of the pairing.

    Gaaaah. Typos. No matter how many times you proof-read a few seem to slip through. *shakes head* Anyway, it's fixed now.

    I haven't written any other CommanderShipping pieces, but I do like the pairing so there's always a possibility I'll write more in the future.
  6. Nightlingbolt

    Nightlingbolt AKA Nightlingbolt

    If the way I write Ash's Snivy is awesome, that Clamperl's name line is far more awesome. Not that the rest of the story is bad. I never really seem to think about these two, but when I do, I can't help but adore their interactions. Almost DiNozzo-and-Ziva-ish if you watch NCIS.
  7. Skiyomi

    Skiyomi Only Mostly Dead

    XD Thanks! I'm sure Tabitha had that retort all lined up and ready to go in the likely event that Shelly ever went there.
  8. Nightlingbolt

    Nightlingbolt AKA Nightlingbolt

    Hey, you wrote it, not me! XD
  9. I....am speechless due to pure awesomeness of the story. The kiss should've lasted longer though, but that's just my fangirl talking. Maybe you should do a fanfic about a "what if" Shelly was caught during the "Gaining Groudon" episode, the one where she was disguised as a Magma(too, like this one). But again, that's just my fangirl talkingXD
  10. Skiyomi

    Skiyomi Only Mostly Dead

    XD Thanks! I'm glad I got your inner fangirl talking!
  11. Yeah well thanks to you she won't shut up! You really need to make more fanfiics about these two! I'll be watching over for it! Commandershipping is most probably my favorite pair in Pokemon as of the moment and I'm really heart broken as to how few fanfics and fanarts there are about them.
  12. Kutie Pie

    Kutie Pie 桜咲くこの坂を今も上っている

    Ah ha ha, how has this eluded me all this time? This is really neat, kinda almost like a James Bond situation. *beat* Wait...

    Well no, it makes sense, sorta, that Shelly would be the seductive spy (bonus points for being a redhead... wait...) hired to rid the world of James Bond as women are his weakness. But this one-shot was more engaging than a James Bond movie. (Yeah, I called a James Bond movie dull. What'choo gonna do about it?)

    Anyway, there wasn't much action going on outside of dialogue, but enough description was given that I could visualize everything going on, from Shelly's lax position over the computer, to Tabitha's stoic stature (he really didn't move much here, he just kept eye-contact the whole time, which I suppose makes sense in this situation). It's really odd to center a one-shot around two admins making fun of each others' uniform attire, but they went with the flow, and as it was brought up, they went through with it. This is more-or-less something that people, friends or enemies, who have known each other for a long time would do. They way they bounced back and forth like that was great, it made it feel more believable and engaging than it should be. You have a knack for good dialogue, I don't know why I don't read your stories more often.

    I guess I should've seen the sneak attack coming at the end, but honestly, they looked like they were having so much fun talking about the silliness and personal preferences for uniforms, I really didn't want it to end as soon as it did xD. It feels like there was more to it than meets the eye. But whatever, I can see Shelly doing something like this without a problem. Tabitha was a bit too stiff when it came to something like this, but I guess it comes with his attitude as an admin. I don't remember him very much from the anime (let alone Shelly), so I have to go with their game persona to determine what fit the most for them, and I can say that though I do like the portrayal of these two, Shelly slightly has the better personality. In such a short amount of time, she came off as really lively and fun, even though she's supposed to be the enemy.

    I wonder what a Pokémon battle between these two are like. I'm sure it's a bit different from just talking face-to-face, but the tension might still be there, and I do kinda wish there was at least a short moment of a Pokémon battle, but oh well. It'd probably be a slightly different story anyway.

    So nicely done. Got me to read something I wasn't too familiar with, and I came to enjoy it like I was familiar with it from the beginning. Also kinda caught me slightly off-guard with the delivery, but I think I already gushed over it, if only slightly. I'm interested to see more of these two, though. I don't think there are a lot of stories of these two out there, so that makes this rather unique compared to the other stories on here.
  13. Skiyomi

    Skiyomi Only Mostly Dead

    Thanks so much for the comments!

    Yeah, this pair is pretty underappreciated in my book. See, my basis for liking it comes entirely from the anime since I didn't really play much of the games in 3rd gen. I came to the AG party late, having quit watching Pokemon sometime during Johto and then coming back much later to give AG a watch-through. When I did, I just saw these two and thought they had great potential. Part of it may be the English VAs, but they really seemed to have a sort of chemistry with each other, an evenly stated sort of... if not respect, at least the notion that they are each other's opposite number. I was sold pretty quickly on them because "OMG! There could be repartee!" ...Which is an easy way to sell me. And I thought, getting back into the Pokemon fandom, I'd find that there was a nice little enclave of fans for the pair because I couldn't be the only one that noticed their interactions (and people like to ship enemies anyway).

    ...Only there wasn't really. I mean, there was a small amount--not actually nothing, but still. I was bummed out. So I decided to write my own fic with blackjack and hookers.

    ...And it's really very short and scant. I'd love to be able to revisit this pair more because I think they have a lot of potential, but to do that I'd have to rewatch their bits in the anime, generate some more ideas for them, and basically be able to manage my time better than I do now.

    ...So, not super likely. But... but... maybe someday! ...Hmm... perhaps if I actually check out James Bond movies I could get some ideas... And who knows? Maybe this time there really will be blackjack and hookers.

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