There's Nothing Like You and I

a/n: this is my first egoshipping fic (yay) the last time I read an egoshipping fic was way back in 2010 and I am so happy with how this ship has spread. Anyway, this was mostly inspired by a Korean drama called 'Emergency Couple' – I highly recommend you check it out, and I'm also thinking of doing a prequel for this but we'll see

I don't own Pokemon or any of its characters.

The Beginning

The fleeting white clothing caught the glimpse of the usual Sunday shoppers that would usually flock around the pathway of the city centre, even though Celadon City was big and people in unusual clothing would usually walk around , the scene in front of them was just too much like something out of a movie. The woman, who adorned that white clothing, was running hand in hand with a man who wore a black tux. Her short, bright orange hair was kept in a see-through veil which flew behind her, the beautiful white dress she was wearing was just above her knee, her heels desperately trying to keep up with the speed that they were running. She was holding his hand tightly and every once in a while, he would look back at her smiling and she couldn't keep the smile off of her face, too. Although, the crowd was making a small path for the couple, it was unavoidable to bump into someone, they would shout a quick "Sorry!" without even stopping. These two were in a hurry.

There was a church at the end of the city centre, it was a bit isolated from all the shops but the tranquil atmosphere makes it worth it, the church was a small one, a few people usually go to this church but it normally isn't full. The building was old but because of a few renovations here and there, it looked quite modern. It was Sunday and there was a small mass happening, it's the usual, handful of people who attended that Sunday's mass. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

"In our lives, there will be both unexpected blessings and hardships. But these hardships that come to us unexpectedly can shake our lives to the core," the priest looked around the hall and smiled politely, "when something happens different from my expectations-"

The church door opened suddenly, the sound of pidgeys flying outside could be heard loud and clear, the priest, who was in the middle of a sermon was slightly startled, so were the church-goers who turned their heads and looked at the couple whose silhouette was coming closer and closer. There were small gasps and murmurs from the crowd, it seemed that everyone knew this man and woman, they were quite popular. The couple looked straight at the priest, not minding the ongoing conversations around them.

"It's very confusing..." the priest continued despite that the attention wasn't on him anymore, even he tried to rack his brain for the sermon he was practising just this morning, this truly was unexpected, "and you cannot think of how to get through this confusing, uhh, situation."

The couple finally made it to the altar and in front of the priest. The priest glared at the man in tux and looked at the woman in white and tried to continue his sermon, "Kids these days call it a 'mental collapse'" the priest said almost shouting, "When things like this happen, to everyone, including a priest like me..."

The man snorted a little and looked at the woman who was smiling next to him. They shared a small laugh before the priest passionately glared at them.

"... they fall into a state of 'mental collapse'" The priest lowered his head and his voice to speak to the two young people in front of him. "What are you two doing here?"

The man just smiled proudly at the priest and reached down his jacket pocket and handed the priest a small note, the priest reached for his glasses and quickly read the piece of paper. Before the priest can even say anything, the man faced the crowd, he cleared his throat and realised that the woman next to him was still facing the priest so he nudged her to turn around. He held the woman's hand again, her hands were cold and sweaty, he held her hand tightly as if to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

"We'll have a wedding here today," the man began to speak, he put on an air of confidence, maybe a little bit of arrogance as well, you could tell that from the tone of his voice and the manner of his speaking that he was from the upper-class, his brown hair was perfectly done for the day, even if just minutes before, he and the woman beside him was frantically running to the church. "We have our reasons..." he continued, "So please understand us with the help of blessing from heaven," the woman almost snorted, "and embrace us with your love from God." The crowd looked at each other in disbelief, here was a man and woman getting married out of the blue and asking for their blessing, some of them thought it was beautiful, some thought it was a bother, others wondered if there were any hidden cameras and this was actually a stunt by that popular prank show.

The couple turned around again to face the priest, now the priest was serious and the man getting married just looked at him and smiled humbly, even his most charming smile, that would usually work on anyone wouldn't work on the priest, the man nodded at the priest enthusiastically and the woman smiled, more to herself. The priest scrunched his nose and finally gave in, breaking the small pause by breathing out loudly; what right does he have to take away this couple's happiness? He looked down on the paper and cleared his throat, "The groom, Gary Oak, who is standing in front of me right now," he began to read from the paper, "was my favourite student from my days as a Pokémon Research professor before my calling to God. He's handsome and bright, always has good grades..." The priest stopped reading and rolled his eyes, the couple just quietly giggled to themselves as the priest looked at them with annoyed eyes. The priest took his glasses of and out the paper down, he cleared his throat one more time and started talking in a more serious way, "Regardless of what their situation is..." the priest held his hands up as if blessing the two, "until their black hair turns white, they promise in front of God that they will love each other through any hardships."

The priest then made the sign of the cross and exclaimed, "Amen."

"Amen," the groom whose name was Gary cried out loudly with a bright smile on his face, he noticed the woman next to him was still in a daze so, again, he nudged her.

"A- Amen," she said softly but loud enough, it seems that the experience was still surreal to her. Gary faced her and the woman faced him, he looked at her with admiration and smiled, he reached down his jacket pocket once more and took out a golden ring. The place was quiet, everyone was anticipating, watching. Gary reached for her hand and caressed it softly, he then put the ring on her finger slowly, the woman sighed deeply and looked at Gary with teary-eyes, "I'm sorry. Thank you," Gary said as he looked back at her with the same teary eyes. She smiled at him and looked back at the ring, if this was a dream, she wished she'd stay asleep forever, she looked back at him again and they shared a small smile before Gary grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. The crowd started cheering for them, clapping their hands and standing up, even those who thought that this was a bother had genuine tears in their eyes, the priest looked at the couple with disturbed eyes, this was something unexpected. The woman broke away and smiled at Gary, he took out his phone and took a quick picture of the two of them before thanking the priest and the church-goers. He took the woman's hand and off they went, they ran out of the church and headed towards the driveway where, thankfully, several taxis were parked.

"To the airport, please." Gary said as they got in the back of the taxi, he held onto the woman as if she was some priceless gem, "So, how are you feeling, Mrs. Oak?" He asked slyly.

"I'm feeling well, Mr. Oak." She kissed him softly, her hands were still trembling from what had just happened and Gary held them tightly.

"Hey, Misty," Gary broke away from the kiss, "I know this is scary but we got this." He reassured her, "I won't let anything happen to us. We'll be together, forever"

"I know," Misty replied as she rested her head in Gary's chest, "I know."

"You know, he's a complete asshole, I can't stand him," Misty blurted out in front of the counselor, "he's just an asshole, I can't even, like, there's no other word to describe him," Her voice filled with anger and annoyance, the bags under her eyes revealed her exhaustion, a massive difference to the bubbly bride two years before. "It's just, I don't understand how someone can be so..." Misty groaned, clicked her hands and racked her brain for the right word.

"Much of an asshole?" The counselor was sitting on an armchair, opposite Misty who was sitting in a two-seat couch. He was a man in his 50's and looked quite similar to the priest that married Misty and Gary, he sat there listening to Misty yap about her home life for almost 30 minutes now and he was listening to every word intently.

"Yeah, yeah, exactly," Misty swallowed and continued, "He's inconsiderate and immature and he's so full of himself. Just a few days ago, I told him to specifically come home before eight o'clock because I made us dinner. And what does he do? He comes home at midnight. And then he got mad at me for wasting food, like, what was I supposed to do? Finish the whole dinner by myself? It's like he didn't even acknowledge that I came home early from work to make this amazing dinner, you know, it's bullshit." Misty sighed and tried to catch her breath, her blood was boiling and cheeks were flushed from ranting, she fidgeted from her chair and tried to sit more comfortably, "This happens so often and it seems that all we've done is argue and argue, and it's getting really tiring."

The counselor looked at Misty and tried to understand the situation better, "Dear, how long have you been married?" He asked.

Misty flinched but answered straightforwardly, "It's our 2nd anniversary today," she whispered quietly, she almost felt guilty because she sat this appointment up and didn't even realise that it was the day of their anniversary.

"And where is your spouse?" The counselor asked the question that was running in his mind ever since Misty stepped in, but he never got the chance because Misty started to open her mouth, "Marriage counselling is usually for the couple, not just for the one person."

Misty let out a laugh, it was a cold laugh, she shook her head and looked up at the counselor, "He pulled out last-minute, I was already at the reception when I called him to ask where he was, he said he had better things to do," Misty bit her trembling lip and tried to control her shaking hands, "Ain't that just grand? He always does this."

The counselor nodded and fixed his glasses, he wrote something down on his pad and looked back up at Misty, "Why don't you tell me about the first few months of your marriage?"

"Well, it started out really exciting, everything was brand-new, you know, it felt like a fairytale, we were always having fun, messing around like little kids, it was like playing house," Misty sighed remembering the better days of her marriage. "We're both Kanto natives, we flew out here to leave everything, our responsibilities, our families, we wanted to start fresh."

"And at which point did the marriage turn sour?" The counselor continued his questioning.

"I don't know, we just started focusing more on paying the bills and putting food in the fridge, we got tired, it became boring, the morning kisses stopped, the se -" Misty paused, it felt awkward all of a sudden, even though she'd basically poured out every thing, the counsellor nodded at her to continue, "the sex became stale, it wasn't exciting anymore. All of a sudden, it all felt like routine, we tried to take a break and go hiking or fishing but at the end we'd just make each other annoyed and mad,"

The counsellor took his glasses off and crossed his legs, "Misty, tell me, how do you feel about this marriage?"

"I don't know," Misty replied as she wiped a small tear falling from her left eye, "I don't know."

a/n: so im gonna have to cut the chapter here, I felt like that was pretty long tbh. Anyway, please tell me what you think of the fic, what you expect or criticisms about my writing, that would be really helpful :D I hope you like the story so far

-until next time-