Sorry for the delay, but I had to make sure I was where I wanted the story to be. Is an interesting twist, hope you enjoy.

Update:Had to changethending, as I realized it did not mesh with the plot of the next chapter. sorry for the inconvience. 11/30

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon... damn it!


The next morning, Ash and Brock woke up about the same time, with Dawn still out cold. When they sat up, they had eye contact which made Ash turn away. He didn't want to talk about what had happened with Brock, but Brock was having none of that. As Ash went to get up, Brock called out to him.

"What happened last night with you and Dawn?" he asked, with a grin on his face. He doubted it, but it would be really funny if it was that. Ash ignored him, and went to get on his shirt. He planned on talking about with Dawn and figuring out how to deal with it first before mentioning anything to Brock, but Brock wouldn't stop.

"What could you two have possibly done to make that situation make sense?" Brock pondered aloud, with the intent of annoying Ash. "Is there any real explanation besides the obvious one?" Ash stopped what he was doing, confused what Brock meant by "the obvious one."

"What do you mean the obvious one?" Ash turned to him, focused on his response

Brock grinned again. He knew for sure that THAT had not happened now, but he knew that he could really make Ash squirm, and it was the perfect payback for him getting the group lost. "Well, you know… You did it last night," Brock chuckled, knowing that Ash would miss what he was implying," so could you tell me this much. How good was it? Was it fun?"

Despite Brock's assumptions, Ash wasn't as dense as he used to be. He caught what he was implying, and got angry at Brock. He couldn't believe what he was implying. Ash wasn't even ready for that, and Dawn was still too young. He contemplated what he should do to Brock for suggesting that. He could always yell at him, but that probably wouldn't do it justice. He could always wake up Pikachu and have him hit Brock with a thunderbolt. Or he could just wake up Dawn and tell her what Brock suggested. Then again, Brock was still his friend, and as a rule, he did not want to attend a friend's funeral. Suddenly, Ash knew exactly how he would respond.

"It was awesome." He finished getting dressed, got on his hat, and walked over to a tree to relax on until Brock made breakfast.

Brock couldn't even think about making breakfast, though. Did Ash just admit to what he thought he just admitted to? "Are you serious, Ash?"

Ash dared not say anything, in case it would ruin the joke. So instead of answering Brock, he got up and walked over to Dawn's tent. "Hey Dawny-poo." He called out to her, knowing he would have to get her on the joke or risk having Brock go to HIS funeral.

She woke up, groggy. She had heard someone calling out to here, but it didn't sound right. "Dawny-Poo, are you up honey?" She got up when she realized it was Ash calling to her… with a really bad pet name.

"What do you want, Ash?" She called out to him, not awake enough to be annoyed. All of a sudden, the zipper on the tent was being opened and popped in Ash. He quickly hopped into the tent and closed the zipper. So quickly that it took Dawn a few seconds for her to realize what had just happened. Ash had slipped into her tent. HER tent. Before she could even fix her hair. She realized that and gasped. Her hair! She wanted to yell at Ash, but when she turned towards him, she was intrigued by the evil grin on his face.

"What did you do, Ash?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked, ignoring her question.

"Yeah, but I am asking what did you do?"

Ash shook his head. "No, Dawn. Do you really trust me?"

Dawn began to wake up and was awake enough to feel flustered. "Yeah, I trust you Ash. But what di-"She was stopped by Ash shushing her, lifting his finger to her mouth.

"If you trust me, then you need to accept what I told Brock about last night."

Dawn's eyes grew wide. "What did you tell him, Ash? I thought we were supposed to discuss what we say to Brock before we actually say anything."

Ash realized now what exactly he was going to propose and blushed. In his mind, it seemed like a perfect joke, but in practice, it could fall flat on its face. "Well, technically, I didn't say anything, except it was awesome."

Dawn stared at him, "Go on…"

"But he did imply that we did something, and I left him believing it." Ash was fully blushing at this point, realizing what he would have to say in a second.

"What does he think?" Dawn was now scared a little at what it could be.

Ash knew he would only be able to say it once, so there had to be no hesitation on his part, or he would stop himself and chicken out. She was just staring at him, and he nearly broke. There was no way he could do it, he thought. No way. No freakin...

"Brock thinks that me and you made love last night and that was why he found us like he found us." If blushing could kill, Ash would be dead after what he just said. He was mostly surprised that he had managed to not trip over his words. All he could hope for was that Dawn would understand what he said the first time, so he didn't have to try to say it again. There was no way he could say it again. Unfortunately for him, she did hear what he said.

She was stunned. Ash let Brock believe that! That! She went to say something, but stopped. She was literally speechless. Calmly as she possibly could, she went to her tent zipper, zipped it open, and pointed her finger out. Ash saw this and understood. He meekly crawled out of the tent, like a dog when they know they did something wrong, and heard the tent zipper zip up behind him. He calmly got up, and ignored the still stunned Brock. He went back to the tree that he was sitting at before and sat back down, He was just going to shut up, and reflected on what he had done.

Why did I just do that? He shook his head. Why for Mew's sake did I just do that! He shifted his legs around, aware that Brock was watching him. It's all his stupid fault, he thought to himself. If he hadn't seen what had happened last night, I never would have had to say anything. Or, he thought, if he hadn't been asking questions so early in the morning, maybe I wouldn't have had that dumb idea to trick Brock. He grumbled to himself, thinking about Dawn. Now she will hate me for sure, letting Brock think that. That is the worst thing of all, that Dawn would hate him. She hated seeing her angry. It would mess up her pretty face. Ash caught himself. Did he just really say Dawn was pretty? He thought about it for a moment. Well, she was pretty, anyone could tell you that. I guess it was ok that he thought of Dawn like that. But was it just because everyone thought that, or did he think that? Before he could begin answering that question, he heard the tent zipper zipping and saw the tent flaps part for Dawn, wearing her typical outfit and hairstyle. She stretched once she got out of the tent and yawned.

"Good morning, Brock." She said as she pulled her arms back to her body. "Good morning, Piplup." She said to her Piplup as it left her tent. "Good morning, Pikachu", she said to the still sleeping Pikachu next to Ash's bag. She then turned to Ash, and said "Good morning, Ash." But it wasn't a typical voice. It was in a voice that he couldn't place. It wasn't mad, but almost… he blushed. That sounded almost seductive. But Ash knew there was no way that could be right. Dawn was supposed to be mad at him, not flirting!

His presumptions proved wrong as Dawn walked towards him. "Thank you for last night. I had a great time, too." Dawn was blushing madly as she said this, but calmed herself down before turning back to Brock. Not until she gave Ash a wink was majorly concerned now. Was she going along with plan, he thought to himself. Impossible, he reasoned. No girl in history would ever go for that plan, would they? Still, Ash smiled. One that Brock (severly) misinterpreted

Brock: Ash…and Dawn? They did it. They really did it? There is no way, but that is the grin of a guy who got some (One I never have had before). That lucky bastard!

Dawn had gone back into her tent and grabbed her bag. She stepped out of her tent, and called to Ash. "Hey, Ash!" Ash turned his head towards her. Dawn blushed, realizing what she was going to imply for the sake of the joke, but it was only a joke, right? "How about we head back into the woods so we can…," she paused on purpose, so Brock would think that she meant something different than, "talk."

Ash was nearly sweating bullets at this point. What was Dawn's game? Whatever it was, Ash knew he had to follow her, in case (improbably) she was going for the plan.

Ash nodded his head, however, and got up. He told Pikachu to stay there, and Dawn told Piplup to do the same. The walked with each other into the woods, Ash confused about his upcoming fate, leaving Brock alone with his thoughts about what he had just been told.

Ash and Dawn… doing that? Right now?

Why couldn't it be him and Nurse Joy?


I kind of feel sorry for Brock, but I hope you like my newest development. Sorry for the edit, but it was necessary for it to make sense. I know it wasn't great, but it works,Please enjoy and review!