Chapter 1

It was early Tuesday morning. Brock was in his second term of medical school, and he had awoken early to prepare breakfast for his siblings, and his parents. Even though the two of them were home, they took full advantage of Brock being at home now while he attended Veridian University's medical program.

He was a promising student. He effortlessly made straight A's in every single class, and was already set to graduate with honors. He had woken up his younger siblings for school, Forest was a senior in high school, and he often didn't stick around long enough to eat breakfast, but Brock had insisted that he eat something.

Forest reluctantly ate a few strips of bacon and some hashbrowns, which were really quite good before grabbing his backpack and hurrying out the door.

"The girls always hang out in the hallways in the morning," Forest said, grabbing his car keys from the hook by the door. "It's really my only chance to talk to them."

Brock sighed and Lola laughed.

"He's just like you, Brock. Always after the ladies," Lola sipped her coffee. "What's been going on with you in the world of women anyway?"

Flint pulled down his newspaper and eyed his son. "Yea, we haven't seen you bring any girls around since that Aria girl in your chemistry class last year."

"Ah, she was just a fling," Brock said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm really trying to just focus on my studies. Girls are a killer on my wallet, and the gym doesn't bring in enough money to take all these women out on dates. I have too many of them."

Lola giggled. "That's my handsome little boy."

"Mom," He winced painfully. "I'm not a little boy."

She smiled again and stood up, taking Susie and Billy's plates from them to wash. "You two get ready for the bus. Salvadore, go grab your things and finish your breakfast."

Brock was pretty lucky. His parents were gracious enough to let him have his privacy and allowed him to stay in the Pewter Gym instead of living in the actual house. The gym was more than accomodating. He had his own room, his own kitchen, and bathroom on the upstairs loft above the battle arena. It was quiet, and he could come and go as he pleased, but he could bring anyone he wanted to inside. He had taken full of advantage of that over the last year, bringing many girlfriends home from school, but they never really worked out in the end.

They were too flighty for Brock's taste. He couldn't talk to them. It was pretty much just sex, but beyond that, he hadn't really found a connection with anyone. Brock would often still go back to his house to take care of his siblings and help get them off to school before, he too, would head off to college.

The kitchen had cleared out pretty quickly. Flint went to the gym to challenge up and coming Pokemon trainers looking to compete in the Indigo League, and Lola went out shopping. Brock finished cleaning up and decided he better leave for class soon or he would be late.

He made it to school on time, just barely enough time to get to class before the Professor started class. That's when he noticed someone new, but familiar sitting in the back of the class room. That face was somewhere in his memory, but he couldn't quite place it. He was trying to pay attention to the professor's lecture, but his brain constantly tried to pin point where he saw that guy before. Then it hit him.

Tracey Sketchit. Tracey, the guy who traveled around with Ash and Misty, while he stupidly decided to stay on Valencia Island with Professor Ivy, was sitting right there in his Biology class. The professor dismissed class, gave them assignments and released them.

Tracey approached him first, with an outstretched hand. "Hey, Brock. Remember me?"

Brock took his hand in a firm handshake. "Yea, Tracey. How are you?"

"Doing great. I decided to attend college this year and major in art,but I'm minoring in biology." Tracey said, smiling. "What are you majoring in?"

"Medical Sciences," Brock replied, ordering a coffee from the coffee cart located just outside their classroom.

"Oh, that's cool," Tracey said, feeling kind of nervous. He was always kind of put-off by Brock. Brock was bigger than he was, taller than he was, and he had a powerful presence. Tracey had immediately felt kicked out of the group once Brock came back around. He was a dominant male, and Tracey was definitely made well aware of that.

Brock took his coffee and sweetened it up with sugar and cream, adding blocks of ice to it, because he preferred his coffee cold and took a sip of it. Satisfied he smiled at Tracey.

"Want one?" He asked.

"Oh, no, I'm alright. I'm not much for coffee," Tracey said, grinning. He had always kind of admired Brock, too. He was cool and confident. He demanded attention, but in a quiet way, not in a way that Ash always did.

"So," Tracey asked, following Brock down the hall. Brock had a half an hour until his next class began, and he hoped Tracey wouldn't follow him around the whoel time. "Have you heard from Ash?"

"Yea, he's getting ready to compete in the Unova League," Brock sat down at a high top table in the hallway and took another sip of his coffee.

"Wow, the Unova League..." Tracey said, absently.

"Yea," Brock pulled out a book and pretended to study. Maybe Tracey would go away if he thought he was busy.

"M-maybe we can be friends?" Tracey asked. "Look, I know you and I never really had much of a chance to talk or become friends, but maybe we can be buddies now."

Brock didn't want to be rude. He had plenty of friends already that he hung out with regularly, and then there was the posse of women that followed him around.

"Well," Brock began, but was interrupted by female voices, approaching from behind them.

"Hey, Brock!" They said, in unison and Brock spun around in his chair and smiled.

"Hello, Ladies!" There was a group of about 5 of them, and all of them were extremely beautiful. Tracey just stared in awe as they approached the table.

"Brock, when are you going to take me out?" A dark haired girl asked, who was wearing a mini skirt and large heels. She was gorgeous!

"Addison, I'm sorry, I'm really kind of busy. I promise, I'll try to take you out soon," he said, laughing.

"What about me, Brock? You said we were going to hang out at your place three weeks ago!" A blond girl with a low cut shirt and huge breasts stood with her arms folded.

"I've just been busy, Renee, but we'll hang out soon. I've just been swamped with work!" Brock said, feeling a tug on his shirt.

"Brock, you said we could go to mount moon and look at the stars together last week. Did you forget about me?" A redhead with glasses and a beautiful body stood beside him.

"We'll do that, too. I promise, Karen. I just have a lot to teach my little brother before he takes over the gym. All my time and resources are going to that, and school," He explained, before he was bombarded with slips of paper with phone numbers written on them.

"Call me, Brock!" Renee insisted.

"Call me first!" Another girl with green hair, called out.

"Ladies, I have to get to class," He stood up, and gathered his things, quickly booking it out of the hallway and into the next building.

"Wait, Brock!" Karen called out.

"You forgot my number!" Addison, held up her slip of paper.

Tracey sat there, awkwardly, checking out the beautiful girls.

"I'm available tonight, if anyone wants to go on a date with me," he said, and the girls just looked at him, then back at eachother.

"I don't even know what Brock would want with you," Addison sneered at Renee.

Renee rolled her eyes. "At least he knows I'm female because I'm not built like a stick."

"At least I'm not a total slut!" Karen chimed in.

Tracey sighed and stood up, following through the double doors where Brock had gone through. He was nowhere in sight, but he heard him say something just then.

"Hey, psst...over here," Brock called out and Tracey saw him hiding in a back hallway.

"Wow, Brock, when did you become so popular with the ladies?" Tracey asked. "I am extremely jealous of you, Man."

"Oh, don't be," Brock said, looking down the hallway. No sign of the girls. He sighed with relief. "They will empty out your wallet faster than even one gym match. I dated all of them, at once, that didn't turn out so well for me. Having one girlfriend is a lot of work, but having six was a little extreme."

"They all knew about eachother?" Tracey asked.

"Yea," Brock laughed. "I'm just glad none of them wound up pregnant. My grades started slipping, so I had to let them go, but they are still after me."

"Wow," Tracey said, laughing. "When did you start getting all of that attention?"

"When I stopped caring so much. I stopped chasing women, and now they chase me," he grinned and stayed hidden in the shadows when he heard the door open. He prepared himself for the bombarding parade of squealing girls, but he just heard a pair of lone, light footsteps. He peaked around the corner, along with Tracey and both of them were shocked.

Misty stood in the hallway, looking down at a map.

"M-misty?" Brock stammered and she immediately looked up, a shocked expression flashed across her face before it turned into a smile.

"Brock!" She ran up to him and swung her arms around his neck. "I didn't know you went here!"

"I didn't know you went here either!" Brock replied. It didn't take him long to notice that she had grown up to be quite beautiful.

"Today is my first day," she said, pulling away from the embrace and smiling up at him.

He was in a moment of shock for a second. This beautiful women was really Misty? He cleared his throat and kept his eyes focused on hers.

"What are you studying?" Brock questioned.

"I'm in the nursing program. Let me guess, you are here for medical sciences," Misty grinned, and Brock nodded.

"You know me well," he chuckled and thats when the two of them remembered Tracey, who was still standing over by the wall. A deep blush was on his cheeks.

"Oh, hey Tracey," Misty said, waving from over Brock's shoulder.

"Hey," he said, waving shyly. Wow, she was absolutely gorgeous. She had always been cute, of course, but she really grew up. Tracey found himself unable to talk to her.

"Well, I better get to class," Misty said, her focus back on Brock. "Maybe we can have lunch together and catch up?"

"I'd love that!" Brock exclaimed and watched her walk through the double doors leading back out to the classrooms. He put his hands in his pockets and sighed, leaning against the brick wall.

"Well, she grew up..." Tracey commented, and Brock agreed, grinning. "I mean, I always thought she was pretty, but holy Miltank! She's hot!"

"Ash definitely missed the boat with that one..." Brock pushed himself off the wall and gathered his backpack again. He couldn't help but think, maybe he missed the boat, too.

...

Brock found himself in the library after his last class of the day. Veridian University had a huge library, and Brock always liked to read, even a good fiction novel. He was browsing the shelves, when he felt a pair of hands over his eyes. He knew exactly who it was, because of the long nails that scratched the bridge of his nose.

"Guess who?" The voice said, giggling.

"Renee?" He asked, turning around, and seeing the busty blond behind him in a sequined red top and tight jeans.

"I'd knew I'd find my brainy hottie in here!" She threw her arms around his neck and hung off of him, he supported himself by a shelf full of books.

"Whoa!" Brock grinned and put her back on her feet, regaining his balance. "Easy now. What are you up to?"

"Oh, just here to look for a good book to read, you know," Renee twisted a blond curl in her hair and Brock wondered if she even knew how to read. "Why don't I come over tonight and we can watch a movie?"

"I've really got a lot of studying to do tonight, Renee. My biology teacher is killing us with work this week," he told her, regrettably. He remembered how awesome she was in bed, but she was also very highly annoying, and Brock found himself just wanting to be alone.

"Oh, but Brock, don't you remember how good I am with my lips?" She asked, bringing on long red nail down his lips and to his chest, down to his crotch and letting her fingers linger there.

"Renee..." He said, pushing her away gently. "We need to slow down. Plus, I was supposed to take Addison out tonight."

"But Brock, what do you want with her?" The blond asked, wrapping her arms around him and kissing just below his ear. He shuddered a little and cleared his throat.

The door to the library opened and Brock opened his eyes, instantly forgetting Renee was even there. He saw Misty walk in and his heart started to race.

"Renee, will you excuse me for a second?" He asked, not waiting for her reply, he quickly got out from the maze of books and met Misty over by the computers.

"Hey!" He said, and she twirled around in surprise. Her cerulean eyes met him and he felt desire shoot straight to his loins. God damn, she was pretty!

"Oh, hey, Brock!" She said, smiling.

"I was wondering," he said, looking back around for Renee. She was probably giving him death stares right now.

"Would you...like to get a coffee with me or something? My treat," Brock offered and Misty nodded her heard.

"I'd love to! Let me just find the book my teacher wanted us to check out this week," she said, leaning forward and checking out the bookshelves, while Brock stood behind her to check her out. He tried to remind himself that he thought of her as a little sister, but it was hard to, when she looked the way she did. His eyes finally came back into focus.

"I'll help you look for it." Brock said, spotting the anatomy book just a few shelves up from where Misty was looking. "Is this it?"

"Oh, yes! Thank you, Brock!" She took the book from him and checked it out, and Brock tried his best not to put his arm around her as the exited the Library and made their way to the coffee shop on campus.

It was quiet, clean and preppy inside. Brock paid for their drinks and they picked a table just outside the window. They immediately talked for what seemed like hours, and Brock was amazed that even though he had lost contact with Misty, they could still talk just like if they had been talking non stop for years.

"So, how is your luck with the ladies going now?" Misty asked grinning, and Brock leaned back in his chair, finishing off his iced mocha and laughing.

"They're chasing me now," Brock told her, and Misty looked somewhat shocked, and then she smiled, her voice almost sounding...sultry.

"Well, I can see why," she reached out and touched his hand and he felt a spark on his skin. Her touch was so soft, yet so erotic. Then he dared ask the question...

"What about you? Are you...seeing anyone?" Brock asked, and something flashed in Misty's eyes, and she looked away, then slowly nodded.

"His name is Rudy. We live together in Veridian. I moved from Cerulean about three months ago, and we met back up. He moved here from Trovita Island to attend to take a job teaching dance at the school of Arts in Veridian," Misty had told Brock about Rudy before and how he had a huge crush on her so many years ago when she was traveling around the Orange Islands when he was dating Professor Ivy.

"Oh," he cleared his throat trying to hide his disappointment. "Well, I'm glad your happy. You deserve it."

He wasn't really surprised that Misty was dating anyone. With the way she looked, he was surprised she wasn't married by now.

"Yea," she tilted her head to the side and Brock smiled at her. "I guess I should get home." Misty said.

"Right. Uhm, do you have a ride?" He asked.

"I'll have to take the bus home. Rudy's got the car for the day," Misty stood up and threw her cup away in the trash can.

"I can take you home. I don't mind," Brock smiled at her and placed his hand on the small of her back. She shuddered at his touch and nodded her head.

"A-alright," she stammered. She hated riding that smelly bus, but she didn't have enough money for her own car right now, so she shared Rudy's.

Brock's car was nice, brand new, and flawless. A sleek, red corvette with red and black interior and spotless. Misty almost didn't want to sit down because she was afraid she would mess it up. Lights lit up the dashboard and stereo as Brock turned the key.

"Wow, when did you get this?" She asked, impressed by it's perfection. Brock really really took care of this car.

"I got it a few months ago. The gym is bringing in super amounts of money, and the Pokemon league is giving us an incentive because we are training a new gym leader to take over the gym. Dad doesn't want to do it, and I'm going to be a doctor, so the Gym has been passed down to Forest," Brock explained, as he put the roof down. The warm summer breeze blew threw Misty's hair and she watched him adjust the stereo.

"I had an extra couple thousand dollars laying around, so I put it down on this bad boy. Wait til you hear the speakers!" He said, putting on a hip hop song and turning up the bass. "You can feel it in your chest!" He laughed and Misty could barely just make out his words over the music.

He turned it down just as a girl approached the car. Long dark hair, peircing green eyes and very pretty. She wore long fishnet stockings under very short shorts, with heels.

"Are we still going out tonight?" She asked, her eyes fell on Misty.

Brock sighed and smiled up at her. "You pick the time and place and I'll pick you up, Addie."

"I'll give you a call later," Addison's eyes never left Misty. "I guess you're going to fuck around with her first."

"I'm just taking her home. She's an old friend of mine," Brock said, leaning back in his seat and pulling sunglasses from his clip visor.

"Right," Addison walked away and Misty looked over at Brock as he put his Corvette into drive. He looked incredibly sexy right now, and she tried not to feel jealous of this Addison girl.

"Is...she your girlfriend?" Misty asked as Brock pulled out. The car ride was so smooth.

"Oh, hell no," he grinned. "She was at one time, but we have like zero in common. I still take her out on dates though, when I have some extra money."

She couldn't help but look at him when he drove. He was leaned back, so relaxed, so confident. Brock had always been confident, and that was one of the reasons she had always had kind of a crush on Brock. She used to pull him away by his ears when he would flirt with women, but now, she had no right to do that, seeing as she was also seeing someone.

Misty directed him to a small white house in a suburban neighborhood just outside of the Veridian Forest.

"Nice place," Brock commented, smiling over at her.

"Thanks," Misty said, her eyes locked on his, even though his were behind sunglasses. God, when did Brock get so sexy?

"I'll...see you tomorrow?" Brock asked, a hit of hopefullness in his voice. He was disappointed to learn that she was seeing someone, but he wasn't going to interfere. She had a nice home and Rudy had liked her for a long time, so he was sure Misty was happy.

"Of course. Maybe we can help eachother study," Misty smiled, getting out of the car. Brock tried to push the dirty thoughts out of his mind. In so many ways, Misty was still so innocent.

"I'd like that," he said, his car roaring to life again. They waved at eachother as Brock pulled out from her house and headed back home to Pewter City.

Misty opened the door to her house, to find Rudy in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"You were supposed to be home at 5," Rudy said, eyeing her. She seemed flustered, and was smiling from ear to ear. She realized it was almost 6:30. She had stayed out with Brock longer than she intended to.

"Sorry, I guess time got away from me," she kicked off her shoes, and offered him a smile. "Dinner smells good!"

"Who is the guy in the Corevette?" Rudy asked her, shooting her a look that immediately made her smile go away.

"An old friend of mine," Misty could sense his jealousy. "Oh, Rudy, don't worry. We have no interest in each other that way. We just wanted to catch up. I told him about you."

The dark redhaired man looked back at her and forced a grin. "Well, OK. You know you are just so damn beautiful I get a little worried when you are out with other males." He kissed her cheek as she leaned into the fridge to get a drink.

"Brock and I will never have anything more than friendship between us," she promised, feeling somewhat disappointed saying those words. Well, at least, he didn't feel anything for her...

"It's not you that I don't trust," Rudy said, flipping over a pancake. "It's him."