Should I put a disclaimer here? I don't usually do disclaimers... I mean... how many of you actually think that I could possibly own Pokemon? This first line of this story describes this note. What a coincidence.


Chapter 1: Mediator to Matchmaker

"This is stupid."

"What? Ash! You have absolutely no class! I mean, just look at how romantic it is!"

"It's a soap opera! I don't know how you guys can watch this crap!"

"Whoa, man! I'm going to have to go with Misty on this one! This is definitely not crap!"

"Ash, you haven't even tried watching it! You just don't understand because you don't even have one romantic bone in your entire body!"

"I do too!"

"No, you don't!"

"Hey, uh, guys? Would you mind, maybe, uh, keeping it down? I think–"

"I do too!"

"You do not!"

"It appears we're ignoring Brock then…"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

Brock sighed. Nothing like reuniting with your old friends – unless those friends happened to be anything like Ash and Misty. Now they were arguing over how romantic Ash was. He was beginning to think they were just looking for anything that had two possible sides to it just so that they could scream at each other's faces. Although… he was pretty certain Misty would win this time. Ash? Romance? Please. Brock wasn't even sure how they actually got Ash to sit through the first five minutes of the program. Soap operas were not exactly his scene, per se. And– oh, Mew, they were getting even louder.

Misty placed her hands on her hips and glared straight into the black-haired boy's face. "You're just way too immature to understand! All you ever care about is Pokémon and food!"

"What else is there to care about?" he asked.

"I don't know, people, maybe?" Misty rolled her eyes.

"I care about people!" protested Ash.

Misty slapped her forehead exasperatedly. "You just admitted to only caring about food and Pokémon!"

"Yeah, but–"

"You know what I think?" Brock interceded, standing up and addressing the two arguing best friends. Both paused in their bickering and turned their attention to him. Glad to finally have caught the troublesome two's interest, the older teen continued. He turned to Ash. "Ash, if you don't want to watch the show, just leave – without insulting it." Ash crossed his arms over his chest, still a bit angry from the fight, now combined with the mild scolding that had just been given to him. Brock turned to Misty. "And you! Listen, we all know Ash is pretty immature–"

"Hey!"

"–but pointing it out isn't going to help anyone! It only leads to you two arguing and me missing my favorite show! I was sure Julia was finally going to confess her love to Jake just now!"

"What?" exclaimed Misty, green eyes brightening, "You really think so? I didn't think she'd ever do it! He's just so oblivious to her feelings towards him even though she drops so many hints!"

Ash looked between his friends before covering his face with his hands. "Ugh! I can't stand this anymore!" He stood from his position on the couch and made his way to the door. "I'm just gonna go out and do some training. C'mon Pikachu!" he called to the yellow mouse Pokémon attempting to nap on the windowsill. It stood up lazily before shaking out its fur and scurrying out the door after its rapidly departing trainer.

Misty plopped down onto the couch, seeing as her arguing stance was no longer needed. Once she was settled comfortably, she turned to Brock, excitement crossing her features. "So you really think she'll admit it? I've wanted to see those two get together for forever… but sometimes I'm not even sure if he feels the same way." She sighed and the excitement died down a bit. "It seems like sometimes he doesn't even notice her, like she's invisible!"

Brock turned to the redhead slowly, a single eyebrow rose in question. Misty seemed awfully… connected to this. It was almost as if she completely understood how the characters felt. "How do you get that Misty?" he asked, "Maybe he's just a little slow and needs a push in the right direction. I think he could harbor the same feelings for her."

"But just look at her! She's just being so obvious and he's just being a big, dense idiot!" Misty huffed, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at the television screen.

"'Big, dense idiot,' huh? Why do I feel like I've heard that before?" asked Brock thoughtfully. Misty visibly stiffened, a blush pooling to her cheeks as her mind began to process what she had just said. "Misty… are we still talking about the show here?"

"What? Of course we are!" Misty laughed nervously, "W-why wouldn't we be?"

Brock leaned back into the sofa, hands folding behind his head. He gave her a suspicious look. "I don't know. You just seem so… passionate about the situation. Almost as if you know exactly how she feels," his tone turned teasing, "Maybe you feel like you're in this position with our own dense little idiot?"

Misty turned away and looked in the opposite direction in a vain attempt to hide the red color that refused to leave her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Is that so?"

"Shut up Brock!" She turned back to glare in his direction, only to be met with an all-knowing smirk. She narrowed her eyes and growled warningly, "Brock…"

"Fine, fine," Brock said, holding his hands up in what he hoped looked like a non-threatening position, "I won't say anything more. But just remember, I am an expert in the ways of love!"

Misty raised her eyebrows. "Right. I'll believe that when you can actually get a girl to talk to you without practically scaring her half to death first." She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, red hair bouncing just slightly in its usual side-ponytail. "I'm gonna go see if Mrs. Ketchum needs any help.

"Alright then." Brock nodded at her as she disappeared through the doorway. Seeing as she was gone, he turned back towards the television and smirked happily to himself, show completely forgotten in the midst of his thoughts over the exchange.

Oh, she so liked Ash. Sure, she hadn't – and probably never would – admit it, but it was just too obvious. All the signs were there. Brock had suspected it for a while now, but hearing Misty pretty much outright talk about it just now made him think. It must hurt her to feel that her affections for the boy were so unrequited. Brock could definitely relate to that…

All those girls he had met on his journeys with Ash, all so beautiful, yet so unattainable…

Whoa, wait a second…

He was just thinking about Ash and Misty, wasn't he? Right, Ash and Misty…

Back to the matter at hand, Brock thought it was possible that Ash liked Misty. In fact, he was almost certain. Yes, he was a clueless-about-love, Pokémon-obsessed, overeager, doesn't-seem-like-he-will-ever-hit-puberty trainer, but there was something there. And they would actually make a cute couple. Perhaps it would even help tone down their fighting a bit. Okay, maybe not that, but they would definitely be cute. Indeed, very cute. They just needed a little shove to get them in motion. In fact, that wasn't a bad idea… Maybe he could be of some assistance.

The idea hitting him like a ton of bricks, Brock quickly shot up from his seat and exclaimed, "This looks like a job for Brock the Love Doctor!"


A/N: Yay! My fist story with real chapters! Aren't you excited? No? Oh... this is awkward.

I was actually writing a more serious fic (probably won't be posted for a while because it fails) when I got stuck and then this idea popped up. And since I am terrible at staying serious, I'm going to have fun with this! I promise, it will eventually get funny, I mean, think about it. Do you actually think this will work, just like that? It's Brock. I mean, I guess he does give good advice sometimes but...

Yeah, so I'll try to update at least once a week? Maybe? Let's hope for the best!