Hey everyone! There isn't gonna be a looooonnnngggg explanation about this story!

So don't worry…

My other stories are currently postponed because I am writing this,

A short, (hopefully) Christmas fic!

Hope all my fellow fans enjoy!

(cookies all round!)

^. ^ AAML

'Pokemon thoughts' these r with the '

Human thoughts the same but without apostrophise

Normal speech

"Ash! You're supposed to be helping me put up the tree!" Misty cried, struggling to balance a medium sized pine, whilst Togepi and Pikachu ran circles round her feet.

Ash heard Misty's plea for help as she stumbled and twisted, trying desperately to keep this tree in position.

"Coming!" Ash yelled.

Ash made it to the bottom of the stairs when he spotted Misty.

She glared at him, "If you dare even begin to laugh, you won't be able to open your presents under the tree after I'm through with you…" Misty warned. Bits of twig stuck in her cinnamon hair.

Ash gulped, he knew not to mess with Misty…

It was nearly Christmas, Ash's favourite time of year, after all, you get cakes and best of all, presents.

He, Misty and Brock had decided to stay at Ash's house over Christmas. Great, you would have thought so. But no. Ash's mum had to all of a sudden mention she had a Christmas party with her old school friends in Isshu. GREAT.

Holding back his ignorant giggle, Ash helped Misty take control of the swaying Christmas tree.

But, Ash and Misty's efforts of controlling the tree were thwarted by their own POKéMON.

Psyduck ran unintentionally at Ash and Misty.

As the tree fell on top of the two, dazed and confused teenagers, the front door opened, and, uh, oh, Tracey and Brock were back from the lab…

Tracey's eyes widened as he spotted the tree, lying on its side, with only Ash's hat and a Psyduck's backside visible and peaking out from the sides of the fallen pine.

"Ash! Misty! We're back!" Brock yelled up the stairs, half expecting the twosome to come plummeting down the stairs, Misty after Ash with a mallet or cushion, and Ash pulling faces at her.

However, no thundering of footsteps, no mallet or cushion swinging, and no hyper Ash teasing Misty whilst ducking blows from whatever item Misty could've found to throw.

Whilst Brock headed upstairs to check the teen's rooms, Tracey circled the tree, something wasn't quite right.

Suddenly, Pikachu and Azurill came hopping and bounding up to Tracey, with looks of confusion as they watched him pull a struggling Psyduck from underneath the Christmas tree.

Finally, Tracey managed to get the psychotic duck out, and after much panting and heaving, he investigated the tree again…

He spotted Ash's prized POKéMON league hat, and picked it up, noting it as evidence.

However, as Tracey picked the hat up, Pikachu rushed over to him, sniffing around the same area he'd picked the hat up from.

"What is it Pikachu? Can you smell something?" Tracey questioned.

Pikachu nodded with an affirmative "pika!" before turning to keep a close eye on the fallen pine.

Tracey looked suspicious, "oh no! What if Team Rocket is under this tree? I'll give ém a piece of my mind!" Tracey growled, before hauling the tree upright and, in the process, getting the shock of his life.

Underneath where the tree had once led, were Ash, and Misty, curled up and huddled together in a tight ball.

"Pikapi? Pikachupi?" Pikachu questioned his master and Misty, who made no attempt to move.

"Brooock! I think, we've found Ash! And, Misty…." Tracey yelled, checking the two teens' pulses.

Pikachu shook them, 'why weren't they moving? What if this was a …. Game? Grr, well, Pikachu was about to get nasty…'

As Brock came hurtling down the stairs, and into the living room, he was met with a terrifying blast of electricity, which singed his hair, damn! The chicks ain't gonna want me with Pika-hair!

Pikachu's jolt of electricity surprised Ash, who could so far, only recall being stuck in complete darkness with Misty, and half a psyduck…

"Aaaahhhhh!" Ash yelled, as the pika-powered thunderbolt coursed through his body and his red-headed companion's too.

Ash shot up, only for his head to make contact with the hard part of the sofa, and he sank back to the floor, slipping into unconsciousness…