My first *official* ship fic! And the name of this ship is *drumroll*-ELDERSHIPPING! Yes, Eldershipping. Why Eldershipping? Yes, you thought Eldershipping left along with the 90's and the original Game Boy, didn't you? Well, it does exist. Barely, but it's there. Some of you younger fans probably have no clue what I'm talking about. Eldershipping is the ship between Professor Samuel Oak and Delia Ketchum. Not my favorite ship, to be honest, but I've seen some great fics made out of it, so I thought I'd give it a try. And I thought I'd make this a little fun and switch POV's, heheh…The first chapter is in Mr. Mime's POV. I actually wrote this fic out years ago and I really can't remember if I posted it or not…oops…I've rewritten it and added some stuff (like the POV's) to make it even more fun! I also dedicate this chapter to my little OCD sister who reminds me way too much of Mr. Mime. Enjoy.~

Ch.1 : STUCK! (Mr. Mime's POV)

"Hurry up, Mimie!"

"Mr. Mime!" called the loyal mime Pokémon, as he hurried to follow his Trainer up the path to the well-known Oak Lab in Pallet Town.

It was a gray and chilly November day in the quiet, simple town. With it being so cold so soon and so close to Thanksgiving, the residents had taken to being inside to make plans for the upcoming holiday. But for Delia Ketchum, the sudden cold weather gave her a good excuse to do some extra baking, which then gave her an excuse to visit the Oak Lab to deliver some of her home baked treats.

Which then gave her an excuse to see Professor Samuel Oak…

"Mr. Mime!" pleaded the poor Pokémon, as he attempted to get his Trainer to slow down a bit.

Delia turned to see Mr. Mime puffing to catch up.

"Sorry, Mr. Mime", said Delia, as she petted her Pokémon's head with affection, "I didn't mean to go so fast. I'm just trying to hurry out of the cold."

"Mime!" retorted Mr. Mime under his breath with a roll of his eyes. His Trainer, in her oblivion, missed his reaction as she began to head up the steps of the lab and rang the doorbell.

"'…trying to hurry out of the cold'? Ha!" thought the Pokémon, as he followed at her heels and stood behind her at the door, holding a basket of pumpkin bread cautiously in his arms. You could never be too careful at the Oak Lab…

"Everyone and their mother's know Delia and that slob, Oak have a thing for one another. Well, except maybe Ash and his friends, but they're not too bright, either…" Mr. Mime continued in his thoughts as Delia rang the doorbell again and straightened her hunter green sweater beneath her light gray coat. It took all of Mr. Mime might not to gag at the reaction. He knew why she was really doing it…to get that old man to notice her.

"Like he'd notice, anyway," thought Mr. Mime, "He's always a mess in that tacky lab coat of his…really, doesn't he ever wash it? Or open a fashion magazine?"

Mr. Mime was admittedly jealous over the fondness between Professor Oak and his Trainer, Delia. It wasn't an outright fondness like it was between him and his Trainer; like when Delia gave him a compliment or petted his head. No, their fondness was more subtle. Like all these trips to this disgusting lab that the old man occupied. This guy may be a genius, but he has apparently never heard of a broom or mop…Or the times when the professor rode his bike around. He always-always-rode right past their house. And his little trips around the neighborhood seemed to always be on the days that they were working in the garden. The two always shoved it off as coincidental.

"'Coincidental' my foot!" continued Mr. Mime in his thoughts, as Delia rang the doorbell for a third time, this time straightening her auburn hair in its pony-tail. "More like 'convenient', if you ask me…"

And this old man was always the perfect gentleman. Another reason why Mr. Mime couldn't stand him.

After a fourth ring, Delia sighed and turned to her Pokémon companion in a bit of disappointment.

"He must be busy, Mimie-"

"Or he's lost himself in that Arceus-forsaken dump of a laboratory of his…" thought Mr. Mime grimly.

"Or even better: he blew himself up."

"-we'll just check tomorrow if it's not too cold."

"Mr. Mime!" replied Mr. Mime, not wanting to give way to his true feelings of the old man to his Trainer. She really liked him, he could tell. And he was pretty sure the old guy liked her back. Which was why he didn't like the old guy. And if they were not coming tomorrow if it was too cold, he hoped that there would be a blizzard that night.

As they turned to leave, a muffled sound came from behind the door. Delia spun around with a wide grin on her face, while Mr. Mime suppressed a groan. And they were so close, too….

The door flew open to reveal a massive purple blob with a large mouth and a set of eyes.

"MUKKKK!" it cried in delight at the sight of Delia and Mr. Mime.

If there was one being he couldn't stand more than Professor Oak that lived in that lab (he wasn't a big fan of Ash's friend, Brock, either…or any of his friends, now that he thought about. But mostly Brock.), it was this creature. Muk. The name suited it just fine. It was slimy and gross and smelly and repulsive and just-yuck! And 'yuck' rhymed with 'Muk'. And while Mr. Mime wasn't positive of the gender of this revolting Pokémon, he was fairly certain it was a female, as it just adored male attention. But, Mr. Mime had been referring Muk as an 'it' to be on the safe side. So far, it had been too stupid to notice…

"Muk?" exclaimed Delia in shock, "Where is Professor Oak?"

Muffled cries could be heard under the bulk of this great oil spill of a Pokémon.

Delia gasped in shock at the realization of the situation. "Muk! Get off Professor Oak! Now! He can't breathe!"

Reluctantly, Muk removed itself from its caretaker, who was revealed as a disheveled heap. Not looking too much different than usual, in Mr. Mime's opinion…

"Professor Oak!" cried Delia, as she began to help the old man to his feet, "Are you alright?"

Once the old man had gotten to his feet and straightened his worn white lab coat, he smiled at his guest.

"I'm fine, Delia! Sorry about answering so late; I was doing some research in the back of the lab, and then Muk got a hold of me. Speaking of which, Muk back into your ball!"

The professor brought out a small white and red sphere from his white lab coat pocket and enlarged it with a tap of the button. He turned the orb towards Muk, who disappeared in a flash of red light.

"What brings you both over anyway?" asked the professor as he ushered them into his living room.

Ah, his living room. How Mr. Mime despised it. Dusty…unorganized…and who picked out the furniture? And don't even get him started on the carpet or curtains…he couldn't contain himself any more. He grabbed a feather duster from the nearby closet and got to work, making sure he could hear every word of the old man and Delia's conversation.

"Well, with the weather being so cold, Mr. Mime and I had been doing some baking and came over to bring you and Tracey some treats," said Delia, as she settled herself down in the couch.

"How thoughtful!" replied the professor, as he sat down in the chair opposite of her from across the small coffee table, "But, I'm afraid that Tracey's not here. I let him off early for the holidays."

Delia beamed and began to place the items that she brought on the table between them. "More for you then, right? Let's see…we have pumpkin bread, ginger snaps, oatmeal cookies-"

"Oh, my," laughed Oak, as he examined the items on the table, "Mrs. Ketchum, you're going to make me gain more than a few holiday pounds…"

He then blushed slightly and looked up at her.

"I mean, Delia."

Mr. Mime turned his head so that the two of them wouldn't catch him biting his bottom lip. This was just too much...they had been on first name basis for years, but not so much in public. They didn't want anyone to think that they were more than friends, which they claimed they was true…but Mr. Mime didn't even have to be a Psychic Pokémon to see that that wasn't the case.

Delia blushed at the remark as she turned to Mr. Mime.

"Mimie, think you can go grab us some plates and napkins? Oh, and glasses and milk, please!"

Mr. Mime obeyed and used his Psychic abilities to levitate the items on the table to hurry with the task. He wanted to hear what these two had to say…

"…and Ash and his friends aren't going to be here in time because of that?" asked Oak.

"Unfortunately," sighed Delia, as she began to cut up some slices of bread and place them on the plates.

Mr. Mime knew what she was talking about. Ash and his friends were doing some training up in the mountains of Sinnoh and got caught in an awful blizzard. Thankfully, they were in a Pokémon center and didn't get caught in it, but for safety's sake, they aren't allowed to leave until it's been cleared by the center. And by the looks of things, they weren't going to be allowed leave until after Thanksgiving, which had disappointed Delia, but she took the news with understanding. She was just grateful that everyone was alright.

"And what about your family, Sammie?"

Oak took a sip of his milk and sat back with his plate of bread.

"Gary is out doing research on the behavioral patterns of Ice type Pokémon and Daisy is with my son and daughter-in-law up at their cabin in Sinnoh. I'm supposed to meet up them later, but with my work being so backed up lately and this strange weather, its questionable. And Gary is likely going to miss Thanksgiving with the family, too. With the cold weather coming in so fast this year, it's perfect to do Ice type research. He may not have another chance to do this type of study for years. He said that he'll try to make it, but knowing him, it's probably not going to happen. He'll likely get bogged down with work or lose track of time, or be caught in this cold weather", Professor Oak took a bit of bread and continued. "He's too much like me some days…"

"I'm sorry that you're going to miss spending Thanksgiving with your family," said Delia as she nibbled on her cookie.

Oak shrugged. "It happens, and in the research business, it happens a lot. You never know when you may get a lead on some sort of rare find. The family is used to it, but I admit, I'd much rather spend the holidays with the grandkids than spend the holidays with a bunch of sour professors."

His remark got a giggle out of Delia. He continued, "I'm sorry that you have to spend the holiday alone. But who knows, maybe Ash and the gang will be able to make it in time!"

Delia sighed and looked down. "I hope so. But with Thanksgiving being only two days away, I doubt it…"

"Just be positive, Delia."

Delia looked up and smiled at the kind gentleman. "Thanks, Sammie."

They continued to chat about the usually things. Boring things, in Mr. Mime's opinion. Weather, news, etc., etc.

"I just don't see how he has all the time in the world to talk to Delia, yet he seems so busy when it comes to cleaning", thought Mr. Mime angrily to himself as he polished a silver figurine of a Suicune of the shelf. Within the hours that the two love Pidgey spent talking, Mr. Mime had swept, dusted, polished and had now moved on to organizing the living room. The two took little notice of him. Of course. He always cleaned at the Oak Lab. The old man had just assumed that he enjoyed cleaning with Delia so much that cleaning was more of a game than a compulsion.

"And this guy is really an 'expert' Pokémon? Gimme me a break."

Mr. Mime cleaned the lab out of what he thought was a necessity and for the better health of his Trainer. And for the good of Pokémon-kind, really. Imagine all the dust that had settled into his head by now. If, he, Mr. Mime, had not started cleaning, this guy would really be off his rocker. And he's working around chemicals and electricity and who knows what else!

"I really should get an award or something…" thought Mr. Mime to himself as he continued placing the books on the freshly dusted bookshelf in their proper order.

Suddenly, a loud howling noise caused all three to stop what they were doing and look around.

"What was that?" asked Delia with a sense of panic in her voice.

Oak stood up and began to walk towards the window, his hand drawing out a Poke'Ball from his coat pocket. "It's alright, Delia. I won't let you get hurt."

"Mr. Mime!" stated Mr. Mime with authority as he firmly placed himself protectively in front of Delia. No way was he going to let that old man play the hero with him around…

Oak walked up to the high ceiling window and threw back the curtain. What they saw shock them all.

"Snow?" exclaimed Oak and Delia, while Mr. Mime chimed in with a "Mime?"

Indeed, the strange weather had hit Pallet Town in full force. A blizzard, which was rarely seen in that area and only later in the winter, had suddenly and violently erupted. From the comforts of the Oak Lab, the two humans and Pokémon could see that snow was swirling about in frenzy and the wind was tugging wildly at the trees. The howling they had heard was the wind beating ferociously against the window.

Oak and Delia turned to each in surprise, and all three of them were thinking the same thought: What now?

Delia started first. "Maybe I could-"

"There's no way I'm allowing you to head back by yourself", interrupted Oak as he crossed his arms and turned back to the window.

"'Allowing me'?" asked Delia pointedly.

"You know what I mean", replied Oak with a smirk.

Mr. Mime felt a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. Oh, no…oh, no, no, no…he wasn't really suggesting…

"I could try to Teleport…"

"Too risky", said Oak, "In a storm like this, a Pokémon's Teleport could easily get off course."

As insulted as Mr. Mime was that this old man was suggesting that he couldn't manage to Teleport Delia back, it was with great displeasure that he had to agree. He needed complete concentration to be able to Teleport, especially where hitting the mark in a situation like this was key. Without that, he could wind up getting them lost in the storm. Teleporting during any extreme situation was dangerous.

Oak paused and thought for a moment. "I could try to drive you back…"

"Don't even think of it, Sammie!" said Delia, "That's more dangerous than Teleporting!"

"You're right…"

"Oh, no! They are running out of options! Please, for the love of Arceus, think of something!" Mr. Mime thought to himself in desperation. He had absolutely no desire to stay at this Grumpig-sty for the night.

Oak looked over at Delia, his face turning red.

"Well, I would have no problems with you staying in a guest room, Delia…" he said nervously.

Now it was Delia's turn to turn red. "I don't want to be a bother. And your reputation-"

"Forget 'reputation'", snorted Oak. He smiled at the pretty auburn. "If that's your only concern, let me show you to your room. And you wouldn't be a bother. It'd be nice to have company…and to help out someone as pretty and thoughtful as you."

At that reply, Mr. Mime began to sway on his feet and a strong feeling of faint came upon him.

This was going to be a long night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~end of Chapter 1

That was fun (for you, I hope…)! And for the record, Mr. Mime is over exaggerating the uncleanliness of the Oak Lab, as he is obsessive about his cleaning. It's not as bad as he's making it out to be, but Oak is still the elderly bachelor who lives there along with Tracey, a young bachelor, so the lab is not completely tidy either. Thanks for reading (and double thanks for reviewing ;))!

~MastermindMedley10