Bonds of Chlorophyll
Author's Note: This is not the first story I've ever written, but it is the first fan-fiction. If the story is somewhat predictable...well, that's just the way it turned out. I encourage feedback about this pairing, which I personally thought was bound to happen. ^.^
The sun was unusually bright. It wasn't quite scorching, but it certainly emitted more energy than it usually did. The increased amount of sunlight had allowed the owner's lawn defense to fight off the zombies much more quickly that day. As a result, all the plants were idly spending their time socializing, reading, or preparing for the next zombie attack.
All the plants, except Peashooter.
Peashooter was fairly deep in thought. Without the distraction of a zombie invasion to divert his attention anywhere, he allowed his plant-ly mind to wander.
His thoughts eventually focused around some deep feeling – a sort of desire for something which he did not know. He did not know what he could possibly want – he had wits, determination in what he did, and popularity as zombie killer. Yet, despite this, he spent long periods of time pondering what it was he was looking for, with no success.
He looked around – Melon-pult was entertaining a group of sunflowers by launching one watermelon into the air, and then making it burst into thousands of watery pieces with another, even more powerful launch. Chomper, being the strange purple pair of jaws which it was, was showing off the various zombie limbs he'd managed to get from his experiences. Spikeweed and Cactus were in an argument about which of them was sharper, and not just by their appearance.
Peashooter was generally uninterested in much of what was going on, until he saw Garlic all by himself, muttering to himself about something. Peashooter decided to investigate. He maneuvered his roots effortlessly in a way which eventually positioned him right next to garlic.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Garlic." Said Peashooter quite casually.
After a moment, Garlic turned, and replied, "Oh, good afternoon to you too, Sir Peashooter. What brings you to the ol' Garlic this fine day?"
"I was just curious as to what you were muttering to yourself about." replied to Peashooter.
"Ah, my self-talks?" Garlic smiled. "Well, I was just debating with myself the mechanics of diversion – mainly the elements which have not yet been thoroughly explained."
Peashooter, well aware of Garlic's tendency to talk on and on about his studies, had to be careful not to get himself caught in a lecture about diversion. "Well, why all by yourself?" said Peashooter.
Garlic grinned, "Well, just about every plant in the garden is utterly tired of hearing me talk about the subject. Besides, what I'm studying right now is unexplored in the field."
Peashooter, for some odd reason, was fairly interested. "Would you care to give me a brief summary of your current conclusion, Mr. Garlic?"
Garlic seemed to be taken aback by this statement, but then smiled, and said, "Alright, young one. Here's the situation…"
Garlic continued on and on for about a whole twenty minutes, before ending off his "brief" lecture with, "…so basically, what I've come by so far is that diversion is fueled not just by physical factors, such as the odor I emit, but also some emotional factors, such as hatred, memories of various hurtful emotions, and sometimes even love."
Peashooter was confused, "Love? How can love be a cause of deterrence?"
Garlic said, "Oh yes, that's right, you're still fairly young. You have not been in any kind of relationship with another plant, yes?"
Peashooter, slightly made uncomfortable by this statement, replied, "Um, no, Mr. Garlic, I have not."
Garlic smiled, and lowered his voice when he said, "Let me tell you this, my young plant. Relationships can be powerful. They can hold two plants together through any ordeal, like a sort of glue. However, if the said bond is broken, the two plants will have feelings of deep regret, often on themselves. They may still want love other plants, but they may fear the possibility of losing love again so much that it keeps them firmly away from it."
Peashooter had finally begun to understand. After a moment of silence, he said, "Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Garlic."
"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine, Sir Peashooter!" smiled Garlic, "Usually, it's only my wife who sits through my lectures!"