Finally, some Ash and Misty action!

Chapter 4

Misty was calmly lay by the river bank; happily enjoying the beautiful calm forest, and the gushing waves of the river gush past her bare feet. She had her fishing rod next to her, hoping to catch some water Pokémon. These were Misty's favourite type; she just loved their beauty and skill.

She happily lay there, day dreaming about the greatness of water Pokémon, until she saw a black and yellow bobbing outline rushing down the stream towards her. In excitement hoping it was a new water Pokémon for her, she sat up, and angled her rod in the middle of the stream, in pursuit of the oncoming object. As the object rushed past her, she felt the tugging on the rod

'Yay!' she said sweetly with excitement, and began trying to pull the little guy in. the tugging become stronger and stronger, and Misty realised just how big this Pokémon must have been. So she used all her might, straining her arms, and finally managed to tug the Pokémon out the water, and towards her. But it wasn't a Pokémon at all.

She suddenly saw a man flying towards her looking terrified with a yellow ball slipping from his arms and towards her. She first felt the yellow ball hit her face, and bounce off, causing her to fall to the ground. Then she felt a body on top of her pinning her to the ground.

She opened her eyes to see chocolate brown orbs stare into hers, and a raven black head of spikey hair dangling down, dripping on her forehead. He seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. Her eyes began to drift downwards towards the body pinning her down. She could only see a black ripped top of the man's hard wet peaks which were pinned against her breast. She could feel his body very close against her, with her legs slightly parted, with him in between.

Ash was utterly bewildered by what he what he accidently landed on. His eyes began to focus and he was staring at a closed eyed ginger beauty. She had defined features, a small pointed nose, and narrow full lips. His eyes wondered downwards to her body, and could see his body was resting on her breast, which were covered by a tight yellow top.

She made a small noise, so Ash's eyes shot back to hers. Her eyes opened slowly revealing wide cerulean blue eyes, staring at up at him. His heart began to pound, and could feel hers begin to rise beneath him too. His eyes drifted down again, mesmerised by the curvy body he felt against him, and how he was lying there between her thighs…

'What do you think you're doing?!' She screamed, interrupting his thoughts before they became too graphic, 'get the fuck off of me!' He jumped at her yelling, and quickly pushed himself off her.

He then stood a metre away from her, trying to think how he could possibly explain lying on top of her for so long. 'I'm sorry… Me and my Pikachu' he stuttered, making random hand gestures and foot movements until something dawned on him. 'Pikachu!'

'Pikachu?' Misty said bewildered.

'Yeah, my Pokémon' said Ash concernedly scanning the area, looking for her. He then spotted a yellow ball curled up next to a tree, covered in scrapes, slightly conscious. He ran over, pulled off his back-pack, and took out his spare shirt to wrap it round her. 'It's alright little buddy, I'll get you somewhere safe soon', and he cradled her in his arms, and looked to the forest to see where to go.

'What happened to her?' Misty said concerned, no longer thinking about their previous encounter. Ash noticed that she was wearing a yellow short cut top, a pair of small blue jean shorts, and red suspenders. If Ash hadn't been distracted by his Pikachu, he'd probably of found the girls outfit rather sexy.

'A flock of Sparrow attacked us'. Ash thought about how he had forced Pikachu into the battle and how it was his entire fault. 'How far away is the campus Pokémon Centre from here?'

'About 20 minutes that way', she said pointing in the direction. She looked at Ash and Pikachu, very concerned. There was Pikachu, barely conscious, covered in scrapes, then Ash looking just as bad. He had small scrapes and droplets of blood on his face, whilst his black top looked torn beyond repair. She also noticed a large stain of fresh blood on the back of his jeans as he was kneeling down for his Pikachu. Not to mention how drenched they both were. Misty stared at the man, seeing how considerate he was towards his Pokémon.

Ash moaned in frustration, and whispered 'shit'. He then stood up; Pikachu still in his arms, looking in the forest hoping there wasn't any Sparrow close by. He then spotted the green bike leaning a nearby tree. He strode towards it, and placed Pikachu in the basket, and jumped on the seat.

Misty just realised what he was doing, 'Hey! That's my bike!' she yelled, but Ash had already pushed off.

'I promise I'll give it back someday!' he called as he pedalled off speedily.

'You can't just steal someone's bike without asking! Hey! Hey!' But he had already become out of view. 'For fuck sake', she moaned. 'Don't worry about me, I'll just find a different way home!' she called sarcastically after him, knowing fully well he couldn't hear her.

Ash pedalled carefully through the forest, but still maintaining a quick pace. Pikachu started drifting off in the basket, and Ash could tell she wouldn't survive much longer like this. And with that thought, the edge of the forest began to become in view. He left the forest, and started riding on the road in search of the Pokémon centre. He finally spotted the blinding red roof of the centre, and jumped of the bike, grabbed Pikachu. He ran straight in, leaving the bike lying in the middle of the road.

As Ash entered the Pokemon Centre, with Pikachu in his arms, his eyes burned with the overwhelmingly present colour of pink. The walls, desk and chairs were all the same colour. But Ash didn't stop to ponder, and ran straight to the front desk, and lay Pikachu on the counter.

'Help, please, my Pikachu's badly hurt!'

A young woman, no older than 25, turned round at the yelling boy and then down to his Pikachu. She had shoulder length hair, with so much moose her hair stood out as much as it went down. She also wore a white tight revealing nurse's dress, which run down just above her knee, and cut low enough to show cleavage.

She started to nurse the yellow Pokémon straight away, checking the scrapes and bruises. 'This Pikachu is in awful shape, we're going to have to admit her straight away.' She then looked angrily at Ash, 'You should of known better to get your Pokémon into this shape, and you need to take proper care of her!' After of her scowling of Ash, she placed Pikachu on a tray, and rolled her through a set of double doors. Ash tried to follow, but the nurse told him he had to wait in the seating area.

Ash watched longingly at the double doors, waiting for his Pikachu. He began pacing, frustrated by not being told of his Pikachu's condition. It was his entire fault, he'd forced her to battle that Sparrow. Neither him nor Pikachu had any idea what they were doing. If Ash hadn't let himself get manipulated by Gary's slander then he'd never of gone out on that stupid adventure. Maybe going to the Pokémon University was a bad idea, and just one of many that lead him to this waiting room. He glanced back to the clock to see the time was 3:15, he'd been standing here for more than half an hour.

His throat began to close with worry, so he decided to get some air outside and check back in a minute. He strolled outside, and sat on a bench just outside the centre. He leaned forward, putting his head between his legs trying to breathe, and slow his pulse down. But what if Pikachu didn't make it? He'd been so stupid and she had to pay the price. He throw his head back, angry at himself. He then noticed the wrecked bike lying in the road. It must have been ran over whilst he'd been inside, as a wheel was bend, and the pedals disconnected from the now flattened frame.

'Guess I won't be giving that back' he said looking at the wrecked bike.

He then decided to go back inside and check if there was any news on his wounded Pokémon. He walked up to the help desk, tapping the desk anxiously, and asked his there was any news. Sadly, the nurse just told him she hasn't received any yet. Then phone on the desk then rang. The nurse quickly picked it up and nodded.

'Right, I'll let him know,' she said, then put the phone down. 'Mr Ketchum?' And Ash looked up worried. 'Your Pikachu is doing fine now, but we're holding her until tomorrow morning to monitor her heath. She should have made a full recovery by then'.

Ash took a deep breath, relieved by the news, and put his hands on his hips. 'Can I see her now?' he asked politely.

'Yes, right this way' said the nurse, leading ash through the metal doors. They walked down a white hallway, as the nurse started to talk. 'I'm Nurse Joy,' she sad sweetly and smiled back at ash, 'head nurse of the Universities' Pokémon Centre. I can assure you that your Pokémon is doing just fine'.

Ash looked at her questionably; her attitude seemed to change from the scolding bitch, to the friendly nurse. 'Thanks' he said back. They then reached the door, which the nurse opened and ushered Ash to go through.

He entered a small room, with four beds in each corner with identical white sheets. In the far right corner lay Pikachu, wired up to a heart monitor. Ash stood over his now peaceful looking friend, and stroked her ear gently. He then tightened his eyes, awaiting the unpleasant shock he was sure he would get. But he opened them back up, with the strange absence of electricity running through his body. Pikachu's eyes opened slightly, and mouth twitched at the sight of Ash. Ash then smile back to his little yellow friend, and continued to stroke him.

Hope you enjoyed reading, R&R!