~It was his favourite mineral, after all~

"I've been workin' on the railroad," Clay sang as he slowly chipped through layers and layers of rock. He was looking for bauxite, his favourite mineral, because it contained the useful aluminium. He wanted to take a break, but he knew he couldn't. The people needed the aluminium. "Yo ho, blow the man down…"

"H-hello…" Macy's voice sounded small in the mine. Clay whipped around quickly, aiming his hidden gun in his pickaxe at her. The gun's barrel startled her dearly. She slowly backed off. Clay gasped when he realised what he had done. She screamed. "There. Is. A. Gun. In. MY. FACE!"

"I…I-I'm sorry. I get jumpy when I'm down 'ere. So I had someone fashion a gun inside my pickaxe." He set the pickaxe down; the very tip of the point grounded down into the dirt. "We found a body down here once… Scared the crap out of me ever since."

"T-that's awful."

"Yeah… I should be used to it, but I wasn't expecting it to be down here…" He shrugged.

"You're an INTERPOL officer, aren't you?"

"In my free time," he replied while chuckling, "or when I'm needed. My boss knows I'm too busy mining or tending to my gym."

"Wow… So, what about the body?"

He laughed slightly. "Why are you curious about that? Well… Turns out it was an accident. He was covered in rocks after all." Clay lifted his pickaxe and chipped away some more rock. Something caught his eye. "By Jove, it's bauxite!" He put his axe down and picked up the rock. He handed it to Macy.

"This rock is strange… These strange circular formations… Almost like a geode." The rock was indeed strange. Bauxite formed circular-shaped things in it known as pisolites. "So, there's aluminium in this?"

"Possibly, but probably not enough to be extracted. We need more than this. I'd have to strip mine for it." Clay sat down. Macy sat down next to him. "You see these circular things? Those are called pisolites." He pointed. "Aren't they just beautiful?"

"Yes." She looked into his eyes.

"It's my favourite mineral."

"I can see why." She smiled. "We're alone, right?"

"Yes. I think so. There might be some Roggenrola. Why?"

"This is why." She pushed on him, knocking him to the ground. This sudden action surprised him. She dirtied her beautiful white lab coat, but she didn't care. She was in love with him. He breathed deeply because her actions winded him. "Are you all right?"

"Y-yes…" His voice staggered. "I'm fine." He smirked. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her. "Mmm…" She proceeded to kiss him. She kissed him deeply, her tongue touching his.

The Roggenrola and Excadrill listened to the two lovebirds for a while. They didn't dare show their faces, though, because the two were 'mating'. They eventually moved on, leaving the two alone.

The two rested, Macy resting comfortably on him. He didn't care if she was on top of him. All that mattered was that he felt love, something he had never felt before.

"I love you…," she whispered.

"I love you too...," he whispered back.

The two fell asleep, peacefully…

A/N: If you think a gun can't be in a pickaxe, think again! There are all kinds of spy weapons: flashlight, knife, truncheon, ring, pipe, lighter, pen, cigarette light and weirdest of all – cigarette single-shot pistol.