Whopee! My first Pokémon fanfic! I was looking through the Pokémon archives and realized that there no Forrest fics! So, of course, my brain decides to kick in at 2:30 in the morning with this little drabble. I always thought that Brock's siblings must've been awfully upset when their father figure just up and leaves them. Enjoy!

Disclaimer-If I owned Pokémon Misty would still be on the show. Period. Paragraph.


You're leaving – just like him. Dear Ol' Dad.

After that Ash kid gave up the match, I thought everything would go back to normal; well, as normal as this family ever is. But then you said you were going after him to give him his badge and left me in charge until you got back.

Little did I know you would never be coming back: at least not as the big brother I thought I knew.

But there you are, standing there in front of everyone with our dad of all people! You're smiling; it all feels like a dream. You're leaving with that brat with the Pikachu, I can tell.

"But Brock, what about the gym?" Sal pipes up from beside me. Nice to know I'm not the only one with a problem with this whole idea.

"Yeah big brother," Susie chimes in, holding her ripped dress together. Normally Susie's 'chiming in' annoys me to no end, but now I'm very grateful for it. "Who'll take care of us?" She waves her arms around to show all of us, until she remembers and grabs her dress again.

"That's where I come in, Tillie." Dear Ol' Dad says, trying to look cool and collected. Getting Susie's name right might help his case a bit. Maybe not.

"You see kids," He continues, either ignoring or oblivious to the death glare Susie's sending his way. I'm putting my money on the second one. "You're brother here is going on a little trip to learn more about Pokémon." I feel my blood turn to ice in my veins. This sounds an awful lot like the speech mom gave us kids right after dad left.

"So in the meantime..." Dear Ol' Dad pauses. What in the name of all that's holy is he going for? Dramatic effect? "I'll be takin' over the gym and raising you kids. Isn't that great?"

I'm pretty sure that you could hear a Ratatta sneeze over in Cerulean City right about now. But Dear Ol' Dad doesn't seem to notice, He's still standing there – grinning like an idiot and holding his arms out as if to hug us all.

I look back over to you, just waiting for you to tell this whack-job whats-what and send him packing. But you're still just standing there, smiling almost as brightly as he is.

Now it's time for you to go. The girls are sobbing like their lives are depending on it – go figure. Each of us kids hug you in turn until there's just me left. I feel frozen to the ground. This can't really be happening! I feel like pinching myself to see if I'm dreaming. The brother I've looked up to my whole life is just up and leaving us. Just like him.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your brother, Forrest?" Dear Ol' Dad prods me. I shuffle over to you and mumble a goodbye. You give me a hug, give one last smile at the rest of us and then you're out the door.

I shuffle over to the doorway and watch you as you get smaller and smaller and then... you're gone into the sunset just like the hero in one of the old, cheesy t.v. Westerns mom used to like. Except you're not the hero I always thought you were – you're the traitorous dirt-bag the hero drives out of town at high noon.

You're just like him.