Authors Note; Here's another one of my CRAZY song fictions! I really love this song, and it's really sad. But somehow, I feel this is different than other song fics, because… you'll see. Please note that I made Misty three years older than Ash in this. Oh, and I also must ask… to the reviewer "Darby", what do you mean by go a "little further with it"? That could mean a lot of things!

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"A Drop in the Ocean"

By Ron Pope

xxx

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most

Cause you are my heaven

Ash closed his hand around Misty's finger. How much he loved her was undeniable. She was so beautiful, so amazing, so... his everything. He couldn't do anything but plant a small kiss on her lips and smile at his luck. He was the luckiest teen boy on earth; he had everything. Not only was he a famous Pokémon trainer, he had one of the most famous teen gym leaders as his own. They loved each other so much, their love being completely undeniable as they planted small kisses on each other's face and smiled.

Misty would occasionally lean closer to him and let out a happy sigh. It was a sigh that symbolized her love, her freedom, her happiness, her peacefulness. At those moments, Ash was in heaven. How happy he'd become with just Misty being close. He hated those moments he had to leave, and smiled dearly at her. Ash Ketchum had been praying for these moments his whole entire life, and he had finally gotten it. Misty was his silly, stubborn, strong-headed, romantic seabird, his drop in the ocean, his change in the weather.

The sun settled over the hills as Ash planted another small kiss on the top of her red head, and she began to sleep. Peacefully. Misty was always so tired, Ash was always so hungry... Speaking of which... oh, he couldn't. Staying here with Misty was one of the most beautiful things he'd probably ever experience, and he knew it. He knew it good.

I don't wanna waste the weekend

If you don't love me, pretend

A few more hours

Then it's time to go

Misty never said I love you. She was a hopeless romantic, precious like a dainty little flower that grew wild. But she never said I love you. Ash couldn't understand this. He'd tell her how much he loved her, he tell her the truth, he'd write his feelings into a book, and he never got an "I love you" back. She'd say silly little things, such as, "I know" or "good".

Ash came to assume this meant she didn't feel the same way. Instead of pondering on this question he begged the lord quietly to just let him have this weekend with her. If she didn't love him, it wouldn't matter because he'd be gone soon anyway. Worry and fear crossed his mind. If she didn't feel the same way, he'd never know.

"Misty, Sweetie, Wake up," Ash said, slightly touching her forehead in the most loving, caring way he could. The touch sent lovely sparks through his arm. "I have to go soon."

Though sleepy, Misty understood perfectly. She didn't want to move though, and he wanted to stay there. He hated to admit it, but moments like this were perfect. No one would understand, but even with him hoping they weren't, they might as well have been pretend.

And as my train rolls down the east coast

I wonder how you keep warm

It's too late to cry

Too broken to move on

And still I can't let you be

Most nights I hardly sleep

Don't take what you don't need from me

Ash wondered about Misty the whole ride back. He wondered if she'd still sit outside every night without him, wrapping in a blanket, a Pokémon with her, that she'd be cradling and trying to keep warm. She'd have to keep warm herself too, but that was the least of her worries. "It's too late to cry," Ash mumbled to himself, frowning at floor of the train as it rolled on. His world would never be better, no matter how many Pokémon lived around him in peace and harmony.

"Ash! Ash! Ash!" a young girl approached him. "I can't believe it's you! My friends are never gonna believe it! PLEASE take a picture with me! Please!"

Ash couldn't tell the young girl no as he bent down and faked his smiled. He knew his eyes looked bad; he hadn't slept since he left three days ago. One simple call would heal him, but not that she'd ever answer. He just looked along the train hoping Dawn would be there to cheer him up when he got back. He wanted to tell her he needed her.

She didn't need him - so he thought.

It's just a drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer then most

Cause you are my heaven

-Flashback-

"Oh, Ash, You..." Misty bickered at him, holding psyduck in her hands. Psyduck had escaped for the third time that day, but this time Ash had helped him. He found it quite funny, and he started laughing.

"ASH! IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Misty squealed at him, attempting to get Psyduck back in his Poke ball. "This isn't funny!"

"Admit you love it!" Ash yelped back. This went back and forth, the two 15 years old bickering and laughing and joking.

"Fine, I love it," growled Misty angrily. "Now, please, FORCE HIM to get back in."

"Fine, Whatever you say, Mister Misty"

"ASH!"

Ash remembered struggling to get psyduck into his little poke ball. "Misty, I didn't mean any harm."

"Sure."

"Misty! REALLY!"

"And why should I believe you," she smirked.

"Because I love you."
"You better," she flashed a smile. "Come on Ketchum, come catch me!"

And she took off running along the wind.

Ash remembered when he walked home that night, Misty beside him. It was the first time they had caught up since she left, almost 5 years before.

"So, you love me?"

Ash, caught off guard by the question, began to stutter. "What... I... I... I didn't... I mean, I never..."

"Oh, Ashley," she giggled. Her endless tirade never ended.

"IM ASHHH! AND ASH LIKES MISTY!" he screamed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned towards him.

"Misty likes Ash."

-End of flashback-

Misplaced trust and old friends

Never counting regrets

By the grace of god, I do not rest at all.

Ash loved Misty, from the ten year old to the strong 19 year old he was now. He had grown so much, and had turned into such a different person. He never regretted telling her, ever. At first he had, afraid distance would drag them apart and ruin any chance of a friendship, much less of a relationship.

At the next train stop, a boy stepped on the train. His face was easily recognized. "BROCK?"

"Well, Isn't it my old pal Ash," he answered, in a deep smug voice.

The two reminisced on memories. "Let me guess, you we're thinking about Misty?"

Tears strolling down his face, Ash began his tale. He told Brock everything.

"FUCK HER. Fuck her for making me love her," he banged the wall, causing an old couple to turn and stare at the ruckus.

-Flashback-

"Why do you looooveee her," a younger Brock teased, a big, goofy grin spreading across his face. "Little Ashhhh like's Misttyyy!"

"STOPPPP!" Ash complained. "Loooookkk, she's coming, so shut it!"

"Heyyy, Misty," Brock said in a teasing voice. "Ash-y here has a crush."

"He does?" Misty stopped, looking straight at Ash. "You do?"

"Yep."

Brock smiled one last tedious grin. "Her name starts with M!"

Misty stood dumbfounded. "Oh, Stop playing around Brock," she smacked him. "Who do you ever think you are?"

-End of flashback-

"Ash, why don't you go back for her?"
"I c... can't. It's too late. I left."

In New England, as the leaves change,

The last excuse that ill claim

I was a boy who loved a women like a little girl.

And still I can't let you be

Most nights I hardly sleep

Don't take what you don't need from me

The train continued on. Brock left, other friends came and went. Ash should have gotten on a while ago, but he decided to take the alternative route. A slow song played over the loud speaker, and he sat almost alone.

Outside the window, green leaves changed to odd shades of orange, and they reminded him of Misty's hair. He smiled, she was just so beautiful and happy and... His gorgeous best friend. He tried to think of all the reasons he had let her go, he tried to think of every reason he hated himself for losing her. He could only come up with one excuse...

"I was just a little boy, one who loved someone older like she was younger. I didn't treat her right."

More sleep to be lost, he listened to songs play and end slowly on the radio. They reminded him of relationships, how quickly they began, and how heartbreakingly they ended. And of course, the sadness that followed knowing it was too late to press replay.

It's just a drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer then most

Cause you are my

Misty sat outside the last train station. She prayed Ash had taken that route. Legs pressed against the wall, she leaned there, while humming soft victory tunes to herself. She was right; he was the rain to her desert. Not always there, but when she needed him, he was. Misty pictured every time they had been together, she pictured herself a young, soulless girl praying for little Ash to come back to her. She remembered the slow dances they had snuck off too without Brock knowing, she remembered the time they had "accidentally" lost a tent and had to sleep together. (AN: These are made up memories!) Times had flown by so fast, and she hadn't even noticed it. She let one single tear fall, but she was on her way to find him, and she knew it.

She could picture their kiss. He had only been on the cross country train for about a week, but their kiss would be one of someone who hadn't seen a loved one in years. As it began to rain, her spirits began to drop. She watched train after train pull up to the stop, but Ash didn't step out of not one of them. She continued to wish, but her wishes we're beginning to run out...

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore no, no

Heaven doesn't seem far away

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore no, no

Heaven doesn't seem far away

Ohh (x2)

"ASH!" a high pitched girly voice rang out. "Ash, It's Me!"

Misty jumped onto his back, and Ash turned into the hug. They kissed hard and passionately, as it began pouring rain. Questions flooded Ash's brain, but Misty had taught him to live in the moment and ask questions later. Thank lord, because this moment was near perfect. They both knew it too, because they continued to kiss right near the trains as others looked on.

"You're not far away anymore," He said between kisses. She was all over him, not that he cared.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer then most

Rain drops flooded from the sky, and her white shirt became see-through and her hair soaked to her back. Her bright blue eyes shown as little drops in the ocean, and she swirled in the rain. "Rain!"

"Watch out," Ash said, slamming her into a soaking puddle outside the train station. They played around for a while, dancing and giggling and just being happy together. As night drew near, the air became warm, and they sat on a bench together, her head once again where it belonged... on Ash's shoulder.

Cause you are my heaven.

You are my heaven.