AN: This was originally going to be a oneshot, but I got a bit carried away with it due to my love for these two ^^; I'll try to keep it short and sweet, aha uvu I was also considering making this have some more intimacy but I decided against it and keeping it primarily fluff. This is my first actual attempt at a fic so apologies if the flow of words or plot isn't really all that great. Hope you enjoy \o/
His eyes slowly blinked open, and he found himself looking at a beige ceiling.
"...Mnnn?"
Brendan squinted at the plain color that faced him, trying to figure out what was going on. He hoisted himself up from his former position, resting his weight on his right elbow. Fazed, he glanced around. Ah, so I'm in my room…
A wave of flashbacks hit him like an Electrike's Thunderbolt. Watching Steven fall in defeat at the hands of his Pokémon, May rushing inside the Champion's Room alongside Professor Birch, being led into the Hall of Fame room while guided by Steven's gentle grip on his shoulder, placing his Poké balls down to 'record' his accomplishment...
Brendan pushed himself up to a sitting position and stared at his hands, trying to process this onslaught of memories. He had defeated the Elite Four. He prevailed over Steven, the Hoenn Pokémon League Champion. He was the new Pokémon Champion.
He sucked in his breath, inhaling sharply. Had he really done all of that? Perhaps he had just woken up from a dream, an amazing dream to say the least, and was simply resting at home after visiting his mother. No, no. It hadn't been a dream. Brendan shook his head quickly, averting those silly notions. Still, the reality intimidated him so that he grasped his pillow and stuffed his face in it.
"I'm...I'm the Pokémon Champion...," he mumbled into the cushion. "...Wow." He let out a heavy sigh into his pillow, and tossed it aside onto the floor.
Well, what now?
He slowly propped himself out of bed, all the while combing through the silky hair that clung to his head. Groggily stumbling towards the door of his room, he was about to turn the knob when he froze in his tracks, something interrupting his train of thought.
"Steven..."
What had happened to him? Now that he, Brendan, was the new Champion, where would Steven be? He didn't think that he would retire from his position, but would he still be in Ever Grande? Or, staying at home in Mossdeep? Traveling throughout the region? Most likely the latter. Hoo boy. Tracking down that guy would definitely take a while.
Brendan clenched his fist. He had to find him - there were still so many things he hadn't been able to tell the older man, and he wasn't just going to let him get away with leaving him in the dust.
"Alrighty then," he grunted, whipping out his PokéNav. "Wallace...Wallace… Ah, here we go." He pressed CALL and awaited the familiar sound of a click. Please... please, pick up, please know where Steven is...