A/N: So this story is a spin-off of "Stranger". You don't HAVE to read that one first, but I recommend that you do, because this story will make a lot more sense and have more meaning if you do. If you have already read "Stranger" than carry on.

By the way, Am I the only one who writes Gymshipping fanfictions anymore? :( Brock and Misty need to come back to Pokemon. I miss them...Ok, enough nostalgia! Story time!

Chapter 1

The Johto League was still a few months away. It was the middle of February, and Brock and Misty had been dating for 5 months now. The time he had spent with Ivy on Valencia Island seemed so far away, and the incident with Tracey that ended in Tracey's death seemed even further away.

Misty still had nightmares about it though, so Brock wasn't so sure if she was able to put that in the past as quickly as he was. She had shot him to save herself and save Brock. However, Brock knew Misty didn't like guns. In fact, he didn't either, but Tracey had bought the gun into play, and Misty had no choice but to kill him, or Brock knew he would have wound up dead. He often stayed up late, talking to her about it, helping her come down off the nightmares and get back to sleep. He also emphasized the fact that Tracey was a serial rapist and murderer, and that she didn't kill an innocent person.

He decided that a vacation was due, for all of them. They had jumped right back into business of helping Ash collect his gym badges for the Johto League and they were way ahead of schedule. So Brock did a few calculations and with some minor cutbacks for a couple of weeks, he was able to afford a condo in Porta Vista for two weeks for the three of them. It was two bedrooms, wide, spacious, with a kitchen, two full baths, and a living room with cable television.

There would be plenty of privacy for him and Misty in the bigger bedroom, while Ash took the smaller bedroom that was across the entire area. He figured that the beach, being near the ocean, is just what Misty needed to clear her head. She was always happiest near the ocean.

Misty's face had lit up when he announced they were going to Porta Vista for two weeks. And Brock watched her as she walked into the room, smiling at the ocean front view from the balcony.

"Oh, Brock, this is gorgeous!" She said, leaving her luggage in the living room to stand out on the balcony and look out at the ocean.

"I was hoping you'd like it," he put his arm around her waist and joined her outside while Ash busied himself unpacking in his room.

"Thank you!" She kissed him passionately, wrapping her arms around him.

His hands made their way to her hips, and then to her rear, giving it an appreciative squeeze and he grinned as she broke the kiss to look up at him.

"Thank me later when we have some privacy," he growled sensually, patting her on the rear again. "I'll go take care of your luggage so you can go and enjoy the beach. I'll be down there in a moment, and then we can go out to dinner. Just the two of us."

Misty's eyes seem to sparkle. "Oh, that sounds so nice, Brock! We haven't had a dinner with just the two of us in forever!"

Brock carried her luggage into the bedroom they would be staying in. A large queen sized bed, with a very soft, comfortable mattress and lots of pillows was on the far wall, and a large flat screen television was on the wall across from it. Misty fell back onto the bed and smiled.

"Oh, I'm never going to want to get out of this bed!" She laughed. "Where did you find this place?"

"I pulled some strings," Brock said, winking at her. "I used our statuses as former gym leaders to get a crazy discount."

He looked her over as she laid on the bed and he smiled. "I don't know if I can wait until tonight to have you in this bed, though." He leaned down and kissed her, she pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Oh, yes!" Misty cried out softly as Brock kissed her neck, drinking in the sweet scent on her body wash and shampoo. Her eyes fluttered open when she heard his belt buckle hit the tiled floor below the bed, and she felt his arousel against her inner thigh. She lifted her shirt off over her head and Brock pulled down her bra straps, kissing her shoulders and down her bare torso, enjoying the little sounds of pleasure she was making.

The bedroom door swung open, and Misty almost didn't hear it over the blood pumping around her brain. She was the first to scream, covering herself up with her discarded shirt, then Brock noticed and jumped up. Ash's face turned bright red and he didn't know whether to just slam the door or apologize.

"Ash, haven't you heard of knocking?" Brock asked, realizing he was in his boxers. He pulled on his pants quickly to try to hide his erection, but it was hard to zip up jeans like that.

"S-sorry, I was just wondering if I could have some money to get some food tonight...since I know you two are going out...or at least I think you still are," His eyes fell on Misty, he had never seen her in a bra before, just a bikini, not that there was much of a difference in the two, but still, his eyes were glued to what he could see of her breasts, and he didn't know why. He had never been interested in things like that before. Especially on Misty.

Was he turning into Brock?

"Yea," Brock got his wallet from the nightstand and handed him fifty dollars. "That should be enough, maybe you and Pikachu can go shopping or something on the boardwalk."

"Hey! That sounds fun!" Ash said, his focus now on the money. "Thanks, Brock. And uh...sorry for...interrupting." He closed the door and ran back to his room. Misty and Brock exchanged glances.

"I'm sorry," Brock said, grinning. "I knew I should have gotten a completely separate room from him."

She sat up on her knees, letting the shirt fall away from her chest and she smiled at him. "It's OK, Brock. I'm kind of hungry, anyway. We have the next two weeks to enjoy."

He smiled and kissed her briefly. "Let's get dressed and take a walk down the beach. There's a beautiful restaurant I want take you to by the pier."

"OK, Let me get ready and then we can go."

...

Ash had ordered a pizza, but still had 35 dollars left over from the 50 Brock had given him. He and Misty had been gone for about an hour now, and he was bored out of his mind. They probably wouldn't be back for a few hours, so he decided he would head down to the boardwalk, about two miles from where they were staying. It was a long walk, but night time had fallen by now, and it was a peaceful, quiet and cool walk.

Once he reached the boardwalk, however, the peace and quiet was all left behind. There was a carnival going on here. Lights, music, games, people everywhere. Pikachu's face lit up, and Togepi shouted with glee. Ash had agreed to babysit Togepi so Brock and Misty could completely enjoy their night together.

Ash decided to try out knocking the bottles down. For 5 dollars, he could get three chances. It should be easy for him, he just pretended to throw a pokeball and knocked all three of the stacked bottles down. The man behind the counter pulled down a small totodile toy for him.

"Wow, thanks," Ash said, smiling.

"For five more dollars, you can win a bigger prize!" The man pointed to the giant stuffed Teddyursa dolls.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he heard a voice beside him.

"Oh, I'd like to have one of those Teddyursa dolls!" It was a female, with long, curly blond hair, a blue crop top and matching mini skirt. She leaned over the counter, admiring the giant bears, and both the man running the game and Ash had their gazes glued to her chest.

Ash shook his head. What was going on with him today? First Misty...now this chick?

"Alright, five more dollars," Ash said, handing the man five dollars, and three balls were handed to him. Just like before he knocked down three bottles with a loud clank, and the man pulled down a Teddyursa bear.

"Oh, thank you!" The girl said, hugging it and smiling at Ash. "My name is Kara! Oh what a cute little Pikachu and Togepi!"

Ash smiled. Wow, she was beautfiul! "Thanks! My name is Ash!"

She giggled, girlishly and twisted a long lock of curly blond hair on her finger. "You are cute! Do you want to walk around with me?"

"Sure," Ash agreed, hurriedly. She was a gorgeous! He couldn't stop staring at her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind. They shared a bail of cotton candy, walked through the fun house, and came across a haunted house tour.

"Let's take a ride through there!" Kara said, and Ash reluctantly agreed. They waited in a short, fast-moving line and were eventually seated on a train-like cart and buckled in with a bar. Kara smiled at him and scooted closer to him.

"Oh, I hope I don't get scared in here!" She said, acting like she was afraid. She wanted Ash to touch her and put his arm around her, but she could tell he was actually kind of afraid of the ride. She didn't mind, she thought it was cute.

The ride started, and the train was slow moving. Haunters, Gangars and Ghastly popped out of the walls. Misdreavus and Duskull also popped out at random intervals through the ride while a haunting melody played in the background. Kara hid her face in Ash's arm, and he closed his eyes, while holding her close.

Pikachu sat unimpressed and Togepi giggled at the sights and sounds of it all.

They were soon out of the make-shift house they rode through and back out on the street, where the lights from the carnival once again lit up the world. Ash was relieved, but he didn't let Kara know that.

"Thanks for protecting me in there," Kara said, smiling at him.

"Oh, it's no problem. I wasn't going to let any ghost Pokemon scare you away!" He laughed and she giggled back.

"So, what brings you here?" Kara asked, as they headed out to the beach, away from the lights and the sounds.

"Well, my two best friends, who are dating, decided to come here for vacation. I joined along, because, well, I don't really have anywhere else to go and they invited me. Though sometimes, I think they wished I had stayed with my Mom back in Pallet town." He grinned, thinking back to earlier when he had walked in on them.

Kara smiled. "I'm glad you didn't stay with your Mom! I'm glad you came here instead!"

"Yea, me too!" He laughed and put his arm around Kara as they continued to walk.

"Are your friends at the room? Or are they out?" She asked.

"Well, they went out to dinner. Brock had something special planned for her, so I imagine they will be gone for a little while. Why?" Ash asked, and Kara smiled at his cluelessness of what she wanted. He apparently had never had a girl want to have sex with him.

"Because I was thinking we could go back to the condo, and have a little alone time. Just me and you," Kara said, smiling.

"Oh, yea?" Ash was shocked. He had never really thought he wanted sex, but everything in his body was telling him to go for it. He was shaking with nerves and he had no idea what he was doing when it came to women or sex, and he didn't want to call Brock and bother him, asking him questions about how to have sex.

Kara nodded, and pulled him along, giggling. "Come on, Cutie!"

...

The candlelight flickered in the ocean's breeze coming off the water. Brock loved the way it danced off her beautiful face. She was talking, like she normally did, her bright blue eyes meeting his every once in a while before focusing back out on the dark and vast ocean beside them that flowed underneath the pier they were sitting on.

"It's gorgeous out here," Misty said. "It's so romantic!"

"It is, isn't it?" Brock's voice was shakey a little, and Misty must have noticed because she turned her gaze from the ocean back to him.

"Are you cold?" She asked, concerned.

"No," he shook his head, and took a bite of his salad. He was actually quite warm in his dress shirt, he was worried about Misty being cold. She wore a short sleeved dress that came way above the knee, and though he liked the look of it, he thought it might get a little chilly on the beach at night, but she seemed fine.

She had curled her long, beautiful red hair and lined her eyes with eyeliner, that gave her eyes a sultry look. Brock just wanted to take her home now and ravish her all night long, but he had something important to do first.

After they had finished their dinner, Brock ordered desert. A shared chocolate cake, with a chocolate liquid center. He kissed her hand after their dinner plates were taken and their sparkling water was refilled.

"You look amazing tonight," he said.

"Thank you," she blushed a little, and he felt his heart skip a beat. God, she was so pretty. No, she was beyond pretty, or beautiful, there was no word to describe how he felt about Misty, and his nervousness only grew when he saw the waiter making his way over with the chocolate cake.

"Your chocolate cake, Sir," the waiter put it down between the two of them and smiled, walking off.

"Oh, this looks delicious!" Misty said, picking up a spoon and taking a bite. Brock slowly cut into the other side, taking a taste for himself.

"Eh, I could have made you a better one," he said, smiling, and he watched her as she took another bite off, but stopped when something fell out of the cake and onto the table.

"Uh oh.." She said, picking it up and wiping it off. Brock hurried over to her side of the table, and she looked down at him confused at first, until she realized what she had just wiped off.

"Oh my God...it's a ring..." she said, examing it.

"Misty," he took the ring from her and looked up at her. She noticed the people around them were watching, and smiling. Her heart started to race. "I-I know that we've been through a lot, and I was an idiot for a while and didn't see what I had right in front of me, but I love you. I really do love you. And so, I'm going to ask you if you would make me the luckiest man in the universe and become my wife?"

Misty was shocked, and she smiled, giggling because of her nerves and the suddeness of it all. Not to mention, it was just like Brock to set up something like this.

"Yes, Brock! I'll marry you!" She said, and she stood up to kiss him. The entire restaurant cheered, and her heartbeat raced as she realized what just happened. The love of her life just proposed to her, in front of a room full of people. The ring was beautiful, but modest, just what she had wanted and Brock was indeed the luckiest man in the universe.