Hey all! Comet here, cater to my ego and review, I take criticism as well. Begging for reviews here...almost like... well, you'll see. Here goes, and bear in mind this is my first time trying this... Also, any author notes are bolded and nothing else is.

"Well, then, it looks like there's only one little thorn in his paw. I can pull that right out and he'll be as good as new. Once the thorn is out he'll be as good as new, although once the thorn's out the paw will hurt a bit more..." Nurse Joy stood, reaching for a pair of tweezers to remove a spike from Pikachu's paw.

"O most beautiful of all the Nurse Joys, my arms hurt when you're out of them!" Brock stepped forward, leaning on the medical cart. Seeing the way Nurse Joy looked at him, Misty didn't even bother to drag him off by his ear- this tough nurse would shoot him down all by herself.

"This is Brock, eh?"
"You know my name! I'm honored! But we've never met... unless you've been seeing me in dreams..." Brock leaned forward, reaching for the nurse.

"No, I was just warned about you by my sisters. 'The guy with the shitty pickup lines,' they said. I seemingly failed to grasp just how bad they were, though..." Nurse Joy placed Pikachu on the cart and whisked it away from underneath Brock's elbow, sending him stumbling. Misty smirked, delighted with the spirit of this particular Nurse Joy.

Just then, the door banged open and a teenager barged in, most of him hidden behind the seriously injured Arcanine he carried. "Nurse Joy?" he asked. "My poor Arcanine got injured in a battle! She's not moving! Can you fix her?"
Nurse Joy abandoned Pikachu on his trolley and rushed the boy and his Arcanine into the emergency room. The little red sign with the syringe blinked on and off and on again.

Ash wandered over to his Pikachu, scratching his head. "I know you want to get that thing out of your paw, but there's nothing I can do. That Arcanine really needed Nurse Joy's help. So then, you can wait a while, right? I know this sucks, but it's hardly deadly, Pikachu."

"Pika pika." Pikachu rubbed his head on Ash's hand, then curled up on the trolley and went to sleep. Ash and his friends wandered over to the couches in the lobby and settled down for the night.

Much later, a binging noise woke Ash from his sleep. The Arcanine was being wheeled out of the ward after nearly four hours of surgery. "Well, she's a little better. But it was a big mistake to let her battle a huge dragon type! At this point, she could still make a full recovery. But I'm afraid I can't offer any guarantees."

The brunette who had brought in the Arcanine looked absolutely miserable. He staggered over to an armchair, not noticing Ash lying awake in the next couch, watching him. All of a sudden, the other boy's breath began to shake. Then he was outright bawling. Ash stood up, crossing to the anonymous brunette.

"Are you okay?"
"J-Just leave me aloneeeee..." The boy's voice was perilously close to tears. "I don't need help from idiots like you!"

"Now how would you know what I'm like if you've never met me? Just tell me about it." Ash awkwardly patted the boy on his shoulder. "Really. We don't even know each other. And we'll never see each other again, my friends and I are leaving in the morning. Just as soon as my Pokemon recovers." The other boy shrugged, something Ash could only tell occurred by the fact that his hand still rested on the boy's shoulders. The entire office was pitch-black, darker than any other place he had been in before. And except for the boy's shuddering breath, no sound could be heard. They were the only ones in the room, as Misty and Brock had elected to camp out for the night, leaving Ash alone at the Poke Center to wait for Pikachu's paw to be disinfected and stitched up.

"Well, I guess... but you can't laugh, and you can't tell anyone, and you can't ever try to find out who I am."

"Deal. Now you can vent to me, okay? Just let it out."

"Well, it's a long story. I had a battle on the road, and my Arcanine got poison-stung by the other Pokemon! Then while she was down it attacked her! She was all covered in cuts and had broken bones! I had to rush her to the Pokemon center."

"That's not so long..."
"I'm not done. So there's this little asshat from the town I come from. He's scrawny with black hair and big brown eyes and he's so thin and delicate looking... always carries around this stupid little electric type though, I guess he can't make it get in the Pokeball, haha. But then, while I was carrying Arcanine into surgery, I thought I saw him and his little yellow rat. And it just startled me so much! So then while Nurse Joy operated on Arcanine, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I mean, he's annoying and dorky, but... I don't know if I can tell you. I always thought he was... kind of attractive. I mean, we're rivals so I never knew him that well. But he's just so... attractive. And every time I see him, I always think 'you know, I would so fuck that kid.' He's probably the hottest thing I've ever seen. And I don't think I'm gay, and I know he's not! And I just don't know... I think I could love him as well as just being fuck buddies. Like as a couple. But he'll never agree to anything like that. He's just too proud, and stubborn, and yeah..."

"I'm sure he, whoever he is, will come to appreciate you someday! Just hang in there!" said Ash, rubbing the boy's shoulder. A/N: Clueless as usual!

But the brunette boy wasn't finished. "He always smells so good, too! Just so... perfect. But not sexy at all. Like lemons (haha) and sugar and he's so ridiculously innocent, it makes everything else look filthy and impure just by comparison. Once, my grandpa asked what my dream was. Because he gave this boy his first Pokemon, he keeps track of him too and knows he wants to be the best Pokemon trainer of all time. So I lied and said that it was my dream to do the same. But I couldn't help thinking that nothing would be as hot as that boy on his knees before me... it's not just that I want sex (although that's a big part) but I want to make him look at me as his superior. I want him to fall in love with me and... willingly... do what I want. Because he wants to, you know? And I want to be the one who takes his innocence. More than anything. So if I had one wish, it would be for Ash Ketchum to do all I want for one day. Just be my slave."

Ash was more than a little shocked. He'd finally realized who he was talking to. But he didn't let on. "Well this guy does sound really hot. Maybe someday you'll finally get that chance. Just be sure to take it when it comes, so that you don't scare him away. Maybe he wants the same thing."

Ash lay down on his couch after hugging Gary one more time. When deep, rhythmic breaths began to emanate from the other chair, he stood, quietly packed his things, and left after collecting Pikachu from the ward. He left money on the bed as a thank-you, along with an apology note.

Dear Nurse Joy,

I'm so sorry I had to leave you like this. I may be back, but when I am, pretend you didn't meet me before. Don't tell anyone I was here, and accept this money to thank you for your help. Good luck! Remember, I was never here.

-Ash Ketchum

PS: I promise I had a good reason for this.

Ash, Brock, and Misty all stayed in the forest, camping out, for the rest of the night. Although they could easily have left the area, they decided to stay. Ash had more plans.

In the morning, they moved camp again, so that it would look like they had just arrived.

Thanks guys! I swear it'll get sexy ;) PLEAAASE REVIEW! I'm curious. How did I do? Does it need to be somehow longer? Tell me all about it!