Did some of you want shipping in Blaze's stories? Well, this is the best I can give you. Alakazam, if you please.

Alakazam: Sure. F. E. M. Darkblitz does not own Pokemon, or any characters affiliated with Pokemon, and probably won't for quite a while. He does, however, own Blaze.

So, here's the scoop; I had a nightmare a few nights ago that strangely combined Pokemon, the WWI videos that I saw in history, Romeo+Juliet (English class), and Back to the Future. I moved some stuff here, added some stuff there (including the song Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Eurythmics, which I do not own either.) and voila! Enjoy!

May walked onto the stage. Her arm was wrapped in gauze, and there was a bandage on her face that covered almost her entire right cheek. Her leg was wrapped as well. I should be happy that I made it out like this. Just look at Blaze.

Blaze was sitting in a chair right in front of the stage, next to Ash and Drew.

Blaze's Alakazam was watching, too. (Pikachu's taking a vacation, in case you didn't know.) He was in front of the rest of the audience. He looked at May very carefully. She was only a few feet away from his face. I hope May does all right. Her singing is awesome, but I don't know if she should be singing about this. A sharp pain flashed in Blaze's right shoulder, and it was all he could do to stop himself from screaming in pain. What was a guy to do when he had a healing hole in his shoulder? Not to mention a bandaged forehead, a wrapped hand, and an aching back.

May noticed and arched an eyebrow at him. He responded by smiling weakly and giving her the thumbs-up, followed by the Live Long and Prosper sign, and finally, the rock on hand sign. She grinned and winked at him. The lights began to dim, and Blaze watched in awe as she began to sing.

Note: Whatever's in bold is May singing, and the stuff in italics is the flashback.

Blaze was walking around in the dark. It was the middle of the night, and almost nothing could be seen besides what was illuminated by his flashlight. Suddenly, something caught his eye that would forever be engraved in his mind. May was unconscious. Her face was as white as an Altaria's wing. There was a gash in her right cheek, and her entire face was covered in blood. Her arm had a gash in it as well, and it stained the grass red. Red (along with black) was Blaze's favorite color, but now he wasn't really enjoying the sight of the red liquid that originated in May's body.

"Oh, Mew," whispered a horrified Blaze. "It's May." Who in Giratina's name would do this? He put his flashlight in his backpack and picked her up as gently as he could. "I gotta get her to a hospital," he said to himself. "Palkia, she's as light as a feather."

Someone ran up to him. Whoever it was was in a black cloak that prevented their face from being seen. "I'll take you there. It's just across the big bridge."

"Thanks a load," said Blaze.

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

"I don't get it," said Blaze. "You said that we were going across a big bridge. All I see is a huge drop… that goes for two hundred feet… until you get to the rocky bottom…" It dawned on him. This person was trying to get rid of them! "You…" he said hoarsely.

The person pulled his hood off to reveal himself as…

"Harley," Blaze croaked. "You're trying to get rid of us…"

"Ah, the genius has finally figured it out. Once you're-"

CRACK.

Harley jarred and fell forward, a red hole in his head. There was blood and brain tissue everywhere. Blaze gagged and kicked the dead Harley off the cliff.

Ash stood there, a large handgun (complete with scope) pointed at where Harley's head used to be.

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

"Ash?" said Blaze weakly.

He ran toward them. "Get down!"

He pushed them into a nearby trench. Machine gun fire streamed above their heads.

"What the Giratina's dimension is this? World War I?" asked Blaze.

"Sure seems like it," said Ash. He handed the gun to Blaze. "I've been meaning to give this back to you."

"Took you long enough," muttered Blaze. The machine gun fire stopped.

"Now's our chance," whispered Ash. "Run!"

Blaze was having a tough time carrying both May and the gun at the same time. "What the Giratina's dimension is going on, Ash?"

"That, Blaze, is an excellent question," was the reply.

May stirred, and Blaze froze. Ash stopped as well, but for a different reason.

"Ash, I think May's waking up."

Ash's face was white. "Right now, I don't think I could care less."

Blaze did his trademark eyebrow arch at Ash. Ash gestured for Blaze to look in front of him. A machine gun was mere feet from them, and it was aimed at Blaze's face.

Blaze sweatdropped. "This just really ticks me off, you know?" Ash responded by falling anime style.

Another crack was heard, and the gunman fell forward, landing at Blaze's feet. The source of the crack was revealed. Drew was spinning a semiautomatic on his finger.

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

"You, sir, owe me BIG time," said Drew. He flipped his bangs.

"Can we PLEASE discuss this later? We've gotta get outta here!" Blaze was not very happy.

"Keep your shirt on and follow me," was Drew's answer.

They ran. They didn't know for how long, but they ran.

May slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the face of someone she knew very well. The red streaks in his dark brown hair were soaked with sweat. The left side of his forehead had a puncture wound, and blood was covering a lot of his face.

"Blaze?" she said softly.

Blaze looked down at her. "Crap."

"What?"

"Well, for starters, you might wanna look yourself over, just in case you're bleeding everywhere or something along those lines."

May's leg began to hurt, as if on cue. She yelled in pain. A vein in her neck bulged below the surface of her skin.

Lights blared in the distance, and Blaze saw them. He was horrified. "Oh, Arceus. They found me. I don't know how, but they found me." (Sound familiar, Back to the Future fans?)

"Who?" asked May.

"Who d'you think?!" cried Ash. "The Libyans!" (That is hilarious. I love that line.)

Ooooooooooh

Heyyyeeeeyyyyyyy

Ahoahhho

Someone stuck their head out of the top of the Volkswagen Bus and pointed a machine gun at them.

"HOLY CRAP!" yelled Blaze and May.

The group scattered, May still in Blaze's arms. Bullets were flying everywhere. Drew and Blaze were shooting their semiautos, but to no avail. Blaze was hit in the shoulder. He yelled in pain and rage. He noticed that his hand had a hole in it too. Blood was streaming down his arm.

Ash was hit in his calf. He screamed and fell over.

Drew was caught in a corner. He raised his hands and tossed the gun aside.

"Drew!" yelled May. She was standing behind Blaze for protection.

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Drew was caught several times in the chest by the machine gun's line of fire. As if in slow motion, he fell backwards and hit the ground with a big THUMP.

"NOOOOOOOOO! IDIOTS!" screeched Blaze.

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

The terrorist turned to Blaze. He closed his eyes, preparing to become holy. (That kinda had a double meaning. Sorry.)

The trigger was pulled. May screamed.

Some of them want to abuse you

The terrorist was out of bullets.

Ash almost fainted. May was clinging to Blaze's bloody jacket.

The terrorist yelled something in another language. (He was probably cursing his heart out, if he had one.)

"Go! Go!" yelled the Libyan. The Bus was headed straight for them. Ash picked up Drew's gun, ran to Drew's car (which just so happened to be a DeLorean) and dove in the backseat. Blaze carried May to the car and picked up Drew's keys. Blaze had no choice but to drive single-handedly. The DeLorean sped away, the Bus following.

May looked at the blood all over Blaze. Most of it was his. She softly began to cry at what Blaze had done for her. She realized that Ash and Drew had suffered too, and she wept at the fact that it was all her fault. Her leg stung and she winced. She knew it was nothing compared to what Blaze and Ash were feeling, though.

Blaze was livid. "Come on, move," he muttered. He hit the speedometer. "Dang it."

May looked at the rearview mirror and gasped in horror as she saw the Libyan trying to aim a bazooka launcher. "Blaze, the terrorists!" she yelled.

Blaze looked at his rearview mirror. "Holy crap," he muttered. He gestured toward his semiautomatic. May nodded, broke the glass with the back of the gun, and began shooting. Ash did the same with his, only he used the left window, to avoid getting caught in the line of fire of May.

"Let's see if you lunatics can do ninety," said Blaze. He pressed the gas pedal almost all the way to the floor.

Blaze saw the cliff. They were approaching it, fast. Braking wouldn't help at all. He suddenly got an idea. "Alakazam, we need you!" he said, calling out his trusty pal.

"Alakazam," said Alakazam.

"Everybody, grab on!" yelled Blaze. May grabbed Alakazam's right arm; Ash grabbed the other. Blaze held onto its waist. "Alakazam, Teleport!" The car flew off the edge and was mere seconds from crashing.

"Alaaaaaakazam!" yelled Alakazam.

The Libyans could not stop, and went off the cliff as well. Both vehicles crashed, and the bazooka blew everything into oblivion.

Blaze, Alakazam, May and Ash appeared on the edge of the cliff and looked at the small ball of fire at the bottom.

Blaze scratched his chin thoughtfully. "You know, that probably hurt a bit." Alakazam, Ash and May fell anime style.

Some of them want to be abused

Drew walked up. "Forgetting someone?" He revealed a bulletproof vest.

May gasped. "Drew!" She caught him off guard with a huge hug.

"Choking… not breathing…" gasped Drew.

Ash, Blaze and Alakazam sweatdropped.

"Should we tell him about wrecking his car and blowing up his gun?" whispered Ash.

"Let's not and say we did," said Blaze.

"Alakazam," agreed Alakazam.

Haahaaaahaaaaa

Ooooooh

Hold your head up

Keep your head up

Move along

Hold your head up

Move along

Keep your head up

Move along

Hold your head up

Move along

Keep your head up

Move along

Hold your head up

Move along

Keep your head up

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

Blaze turned to May and Drew. "You lovebirds ready?"

Drew and May blushed. "Yeah."

They all fainted.

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

Haaahaaahaaaoahaa

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams… (fade out)

May finished her song and the audience went wild. Once they had all continued with what they were doing, Ash and Drew got up and went to go find a few snacks.

Blaze stood up, winced, and sat back down. May helped him backstage and sat him down. She sat across from him. "Are you okay?" she asked him.

Blaze smiled weakly. "You know the guy who said that paper cuts are the worst kind of pain?" He made a noise like a buzzer. "Wrong."

May giggled. Her face soon turned serious. "You didn't have to do that, you know. You almost died!"

Blaze arched an eyebrow. "So?"

"You mean- you don't mind?"

"Well, I could definitely go without the bullet holes-"

May put a finger to his lips. "You know that's not what I meant. You mean you would actually go through all that just to save me?"

"I did just that, didn't I?"

May's eyes shone. She embraced him in a bone-crushing hug. Blaze's shoulder was burning, and he felt a rib crack.

"Ack…" said Blaze. "You cracked a rib…"

She let go. "Sorry." She giggled.

Blaze still wasn't sure where May was going with this. "Ash and Drew helped too, though," he pointed out.

"They were only trying to get the hey outta there, Blaze. You actually saved me. I can't thank you enough."

"One thanks is fine with me, May. You know that."

She grinned mischievously. "Not for me." She leaned in toward Blaze's face and lip-locked him.

They broke apart after about a minute. Blaze looked at her and arched an eyebrow.

May smiled. "Thanks, Blaze." She began kissing him again, and it seemed to last forever.

Ash, Drew, and Alakazam walked in on them.

Ash grinned. "May, I thought you had better behavior than this."

May blushed furiously. Blaze laughed and put an arm around her neck.

"You lovebirds ready?" said Drew, imitating Blaze.

"Yeah," said May and Blaze.

They all fainted.

You know what to do, Alakazam.

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