Summary: Every time Ash shattered her heart, Brock was there to pick up the pieces. But would he be able to gather them all up this time? Slight one-sided AAML. Misty x Brock Gymshipping

A/N: Okay, my first Gymshipping fic. :3 This is going to be a long-term story, and I'll try to update as often as I can. Of course, wonderful reviews will make me update faster…
-wink wink nudge nudge- Haha…but seriously, I do love reviews.
Anyways, the pairing is Brock x Misty, so if you don't like it…don't read it. There will also be Lemon & Lime in some later chapters. Don't worry, I'll give you a warning beforehand…but if you hate stuff like that…then I recommend you don't read it. xD;
But anyways…ONTO THE FANFICTION

The last thing she could remember was how cold it was. Running blindly into the night, she had ignored the freezing rain that threatened to turn into snow. She had run until her legs turned numb, ran until every breath cut her like glass, ran until she couldn't cry any more. But no matter how far she had run, she couldn't forget about him.
"Ash…"
His name was the last thing on her mind before she collapsed in the freezing rain. His image, the last thing she reached out for. No matter what happened, he was always there. She couldn't erase his memory.
"Ash…"
And yet, he was the one who had hurt her again. He was the one who used her time and time again. He was the one who overlooked her feelings so simply and yet…he was always the one person on her mind. Always the one person she couldn't find herself letting go of. The one person she let destroy her, hoping that maybe one day he'd change his mind. The one person she'd become such a fool for.
Ash.
It was strange, how even when death gripped her heart, it was still aching for him; still aching for the boy who had hurt her so many times, still aching for Ash Ketchum.

And when she awoke, he was still there. Somewhere in the darkness of her mind, he was there. But the part that shocked the young red-head was that she was no longer outside. She had remembered passing out in the streets…but from where she was, it was obvious to see she was not outside, but in a room. A very…childish room, as well. Blinking cerulean hues, Misty forced herself up into a sitting position. Letting her vision re-focus, she began to notice familiar items of the room.
"Am I…?"
A figure gently opening the door answered her question. Any one else seeing him, dressed up in his frilly pink apron, may have laughed, but to Misty Waterflower, this was the most reassuring image she could think of. Dark squinted eyes seemed to widen slightly, obviously surprised she was awake. The man quickly shut the door behind him, and set down a tray in front of the girl, revealing a hot bowl of soup. The tall, well-toned man, flashed her a smile, and decided to take a seat beside the bed. From his face, he seemed to be concerned, and out of habit, ran his darkly-tanned fingers through his spiked black hair.

Although she was still puzzled, Misty gave him one of her genuine smiles, and took a small sip of the soup. The man seemed content then, and finally seemed to relax.

Sensing this change in the atmosphere, the girl finally felt inclined to ask the question that was burning a hole in the back of her mind.
"Brock…what happened?" It shocked her how horse and rough it was, so different from her regular voice. Shaking out of this momentary shock, she was able to catch his reply.

"After…" His masculine voice trailed off, he seemed to look down, and then decide to skip that part of the story, "I was concerned about you…so I, erm…sort of 'borrowed' Officer Jenny's motorcycle, and went to look for you." Rubbing the back of his neck, Brock decided not to tell her about totaling the Officer's bike in the end; it'd only concern her more, and make him look like an idiot. "When I found you…the rain had chilled you to the bone…I was so afraid you had gotten Hypothermia or something. Your skin had lost its color…" Sighing, he ran a hand through his raven locks once more, resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm just…relieved you're alright." He finished; an obvious look of concern on his face.

Misty felt tears swell up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Hastily, she wiped them away when Brock wasn't looking, and replaced them with a small smile. Eating more of Brock's delicious soup, a feeling of cold slowly melted away. Only when it vanished completely did she stop eating, which was good, considering she had finished the whole bowl. Giving her old friend another smile, she reached for his hand, surprised how warm it was compared to hers. An odd wave of emotions struck her as he returned her smile; Thankfulness, Self-pity, regret, admiration, and a rather fond feeling of friendship. In this state of awe, she found herself fumbling to choose the right words, but in the end settled for a small "Thank you, Brock…"

And that was really all it took.

After three more bowls of soup,(which Brock forced her to eat) the two of them fell into a comfortable silence. It was Misty who spoke first.
"I hope…I'm not stealing anyone's room…" She knew for a fact that Brock had many brothers and sisters. To her apprehensive tone, the boy laughed light-heartedly.
"No, no. Don't worry, Miki's on her own Pokemon journey now. This room hasn't been in use lately." That seemed to relax her; glad she wasn't causing too much trouble to his family.

The two fell into another silence, but this time, it was Brock who broke the ice, and when he did, it wasn't with a simple ice-breaker.
"…Do you want to tell me what happened, Misty?" His voice was calm and gentle; there was no way Misty would ever know how much anger he was currently holding back. All the anger it caused when he saw his best friend being crushed. She looked for fragile…so broken. All his secret hatred for Ash, it was beginning to bubble.

But obviously this had been the wrong question to ask, for the red-head seemed to freeze, clenching her fists so tightly the knuckles turned white. When she refused to answer, Brock let out a sigh, laying a darkly-tanned hand over her own porcelain one.

"Misty, please…" Brock whispered gently, noticing the tears that threatened to spill out of those beautiful hazel eyes.

After several more seconds of that horrible silence, the girl nodded, and finally began to speak…

A/N: Mwahahaha. Cliffhanger. xD;; I'm so evil, I know.

But the next chapter is going to be a lot of flashbacks, and we're going to figure out what actually happened between Ash and Misty. I can tell ya, though…it's gonna be juicy. 3

Comments are appreciated I'll try and update this fast!