Days three and four were not very exciting. It was mostly a quick travel here, go there, wit for this to happen, wait for that to happen. It was so boring, in fact, that Espeon decided to run ahead of Brock, being the faster of the two traveling companions.

Day five was when things started getting interesting.

"I'm sorry young man, but this berry is for someone very special," The berry man was aging, but somewhat kindly, which really was more than Brock should have expected out of a man which had been known to most as crotchety.

"But, I need to give it to a special person!" Brock was desperate to get the thing he know She needed.

"I'll strike a deal with you kid," the berry man said, "If you can wait forty-eight hours I can give you a berry, but no sooner than that."

"I'll wait," Brock half proclaimed, "I'll wait as long as it take, just to get the berry for my love!"

"You're too dramatic, and no one is listening to you anymore," snarked Espeon.

It was true, the berry man had left to go plant the Lum Berry. Brock sighed and prepared to sleep outside again, not daring to ask the old man for a place to sleep for the night.

As Brock sat on his sleeping bag, he pulled out a medicine book from his bag.

"What's that?" Espeon asked.

"It's a book which contains the information on how to prepare the berry for her. The skin of the berry is very hard, so it can't be eaten straight. Most advise cooking the berry, but that might take the nutrients out of it. I'm hoping the book has a better suggestion."

"Oh," Espeon said, "I hope you find what your looking for."

"I do too."

The Journey back was fairly quick. There were several one way shortcuts back to the city, but they were faster than just gong on the same path as before. Espeon led the way, knowing exactly where all the shortcuts were. No Pokemon were used in the process of procuring the berry, or in the making of the cure. Brock stayed at the gym until she got better. Once she was healed enough to walk, however, there was no stopping the rage at which she threw at him.

"Why?" she asked brokenly, "Why would you cure me? You don't even like me."

"Ellie-"

"Don't you 'Ellie' me! What was I supposed to think!"

"I don't understand, why are you angry with me?"

"Don't you get it. This was the only way out. Death is the only way to break it off. You would have been fine with Joy, or Jenny, or both for all I care, and I wouldn't have gotten in the way. Sure, you'd mourn me like a good little fiance, but we both know you don't love me. Why would you cure me if you had the chance to be happier and marry one or both of the women of your dreams!"

"But Ellie-"

"NO! You don't seem to get it. You didn't ask for this-"

"Neither did you. You didn't ask your parents to practically marry you off to me when we were five. You didn't-"

"Didn't what Brock? Let you have all the freedom when you wanted it? You were the one who complained about me making too much of an effort!"

"We were FIVE"

"And yet you still held to your belief, even after you grew up."

"Where were you when dad ran away?"

"I offered to move Danny, Jack, and I to Pewter and you begged me not to. Where were you when Jack destroyed the gym and we had to rebuild from scratch. We could have-"

"Could have what? You didn't mention anything until after the gym was already rebuilt. You never called when I was traveling with Ash-"

"I assumed you didn't want anyone to know about me, least of all the woman you-"

"I what? Slept with? In case you haven't noticed I haven't gotten anywhere with them!"

"Because you suck at pickup lines!"

"How would you know?"

"Ivan and I talk. Just because you hated me for years doesn't mean your best friend has."

"Don't bring up Ivan," Brock growled, "We both know you wish your parent's had chosen him for your fiance."

"I was thirteen and had a major crush on him!"

"It still happened!"

"You are-"

"What? A hypocrite? Joy and Jenny were never serious-"

"Then why?"

"Because they're pretty women and there was no way in hell I was going to flirt with," Brock stopped himself.

"Flirt with what? Me? What's so terrible that you won't even look at me the way you do other girls. Take a good long look at me and tell me you don't think I'm attractive."

Brock took in her face, all sharp angles and flushed red with anger. Her hair, which was tied up at the top of her head in a bun, looked more like a rat's nest than brown hair. She had been in the process of getting dressed to go out, her jeans weren't form fitting, but her undershirt, a tank top, was.

"I, um…"

"What Brock. I dare you to finish your thought."

"You're, um…"

"I'm what? Spit it out!"

"Uh, um…"

"Oh never mind. I know what you'd say anyway. God, do you even know what I've been trying to do?"

"What have you been trying to do?"

"Shoo you out so I can get dressed," she practically batted him away.

"Go get dressed," She demanded, "We are going out on the town."

"We?" Brock asked.

"You're my fiance, you're in town, and you are taking me out on a date." She left no room for question.

An: And that's all folks. If you want an epilouge let me know. This story just didn't want to be finished, but I was determined to get this over with, and to stop dragging it out. Comment and tell me what you liked, or what you didn't like. I may even make a chapter explaining my head cannon.