Fight with Lucario

May's POV

I ran back to the camp as quickly as I could.

"Hey Brock, where's the first aid kit?" I asked.

"In the back of the car," Brock replied, "Why?"

"I just need some stuff," I said, "hang on, did you mean back as in back seat or back as in boot?"

"Back seat," Brock answered, "It was by my feet before just in case, but I put it in the back for now."

"Ok thanks," I said. I opened the door and immediately saw the kit. I opened it up and searched inside. I took out disinfectant and a bandage. I shoved them in my pockets. I closed it again, flipping the latch so it wouldn't burst open again.

"Thanks Brock," I said, "I'll be back in a moment. Don't worry; I'll bring Drew back as well." I headed back quickly to where Drew was. I gasped when I saw him.

"Drew!" I exclaimed. I knelt down next to him. How dare he?

"Idiot," I muttered. He'd gone and fainted. Oh well, at least he wouldn't be able to feel the sting of the disinfectant. I opened the same bottle of it. I screwed my nose at the sour smell. I rolled him to his side, to give me better access to his head. I took the handkerchief from my bag. I poured some of the vile smelling disinfectant onto the hanky and moved his hair out of the way. I rubbed the cloth over his wound. It looked really painful; all bruised and bloody. Why didn't he tell me? I could've dealt with it sooner. In his unconscious state he let out a small whimper as I rubbed the disinfectant over his wound again. If I wasn't so concerned for his health, I would've thought the action cute. It wasn't often you saw him whimpering like this. Ok forget it, even if he was hurt, him whimpering was really adorable; like a little puppy.

Once I was satisfied with cleaning the wound, I wrapped the bandage around his head. I sat down properly, crossing my legs. I pulled him up so his head was in my lap. It would do no good for him to lie on it and make it worse. I brushed my hand through his hair, appreciating its softness. I was kind of glad he was unconscious. I would never do something like this if he was awake. The realization of that sent shock coursing through me. I jerked my hand away. If you wouldn't do it when he's awake, don't do it when he's asleep, I reprimanded myself. Drew whimpered again, nuzzling himself closer. Aww, he was so adorable. I couldn't resist. I stroked my hands through his loose hair again. No doubt if he woke up, he'd be wondering what I was doing, but I couldn't avoid that.

"M-may?" he questioned, his eyes cracking open slightly. Speaking of which.

"Thank goodness you're ok," I said.

"What?" he asked.

"You passed out," I explained, "You seriously scared me. It was like Mirage Island all over again."

"You were scared that time?" he asked.

"Of course I was," I said, "You'd just passed out after falling over a waterfall. It freaked me out. I thought you wouldn't wake up and if not for those Wynauts, we'd probably both have drowned."

"Sorry," Drew whispered.

"Are you ok now?" I asked.

"I think so," he whispered again, "my head is pounding something awful though."

"We should probably head back now," I said, whispering for his headache, "the others might be worried."

"Can we just stay for a while?" he asked, "I like this."

"Huh?"

"You playing with my hair," he said, "it's soothing. Please don't stop." I blushed, realizing I was still forking my fingers through his hair.

"Sorry," I apologized, stopping, "it was soft and I don't know what came over me." He reached up, taking my hand in his own and put it back on his head.

"I said don't stop," he said, "I like it. It's relaxing and I really just need to relax for a little while."

"Ok," I said, giving in, "but only for a little while. Brock's probably making dinner right now and you know I don't want to miss out on that." He chuckled quietly.

"Just five more minutes then," he said. I sifted my fingers through his hair a few more times.

"Hey May?" he said.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."


Misty's POV

"I spy with my little eye, something starting with M," I said.

"Music box," Meowth said.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"We're running outta tings ta spy twerpette," he replied.

"Oh right, I knew that," I said. I yawned. Gosh, what time was it?

"How bout we call it a night?" Meowth said.

"Yeah," I agreed, "Even Roserade's pretty tired from playing with Mew all day." Roserade came up to me.

'Roserade rose,' she said sadly.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She says she misses her grasshead pal," Meowth translated.

"Well, how long were we planning on staying here?" I asked, "I mean, there's no way we can stay here for much longer. We've been here a whole day and I haven't eaten since last night. I'm really hungry." As if agreeing, my stomach growled loudly.

"I can see dat," Meowth said, laughing, "We'll see how we get outta here. We don't know how we get round dis place. Might get lost and dat would be worse."

"I suppose you're right," I said, "but you know I can't survive forever here."

"I know dat," Meowth said, "I'm just worried. I mean, we dunno da way outta here."

"Yeah…" I trailed off, biting my lip.

'Roserade rose, rose,' Roserade said.

"She says she really misses her grasshead pal," Meowth said before I could ask, "like really misses him. Says dey been togeder longer dan ya tink."

"If I remember right, this was grasshead's starter Pokémon," I said, "I'm sure she does really miss him. She's probably never gone without him. C'mon Meowth. We just gotta get out of here."

"I tink I'm gonna regret dis, but say we spend da night, tomorrow mornin we'll see what we can do bout getting outta here," Meowth said.

"Thanks Meowth," I said.

"Why were you asking me anyway?" he asked.

"Well, I couldn't just leave you behind," I replied, "we're in this together right?"

"Yeah, together," Meowth said. I picked up the music box, seeing that Roserade was distressed. I winded the key in the hole and opened the lid. A little plastic Lapras rocked gently as a soft tune floated from the box.

"Go to sleep Roserade," I said, "We'll find your grasshead tomorrow."


May's POV

True to his word, we only stayed in our little moment for five more minutes before Drew had gotten up and told us we should head back. I was slightly disappointed. Contrary to what I had said, I could've sat there with Drew's head in my lap, playing with his hair for hours. But my stomach had other plans. We got back just in time for dinner. Now we were all sitting around a fire, just talking to each other.

"So Ash," Kidd said, "I heard from Brock that you decided to come because your friend Misty was kidnapped. Tell me about her."

"She's my best friend," Ash replied, "I didn't even know she'd be there, but I just had to come to rescue her."

"Oh," Kidd said, "sounds like you guys are pretty close."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't think so when you first saw them," Brock said laughing.

"Really? Why?" Kidd asked.

"Ash and Misty used to fight all the time," Brock replied, "In fact the only reason she was travelling with Ash was because he owed her a bike."

"Huh? I don't get it," Kidd said.

"Well, I first met Misty when I was running away from an angry flock of Spearow. I had gotten them angry after I threw a rock at them. I jumped into the water with Pikachu, who didn't like me at that time. I thought I was a goner, but Misty fished me out, by accident. Pikachu was hurt and so I used her bike to try get to the nearest Pokécenter, but I fell off. Pikachu was weak and so I stood in front, ready to protect him. Then Pikachu rushed to my aid with a huge thunderbolt attack. In the process I blasted her bike. Misty followed me the whole way, carrying her bike until she caught up to me. She then said she'd continue to follow me until I paid her back."

"That's an interesting story," Kidd said, "What about you Drew? You're going to rescue your Roserade? Tell me about her."

"Roserade is my best friend," Drew said quietly, "I've known her since she was a Budew."

"Really?" Kidd said, "So you evolved her all the way?"

"I had Roserade since I was five. She's my oldest and most trustworthy friend," Drew said.

"I thought you weren't allowed Pokémon that young," Ash said, sounding confused.

"Not legally," Drew said, his fists clenching slightly, "She was technically my dad's Pokémon, but my dad said he'd give her to me to raise so I would form an early bond. I raised her and by the time I was ten and ready to head out on my own journey, she had evolved into Roselia. I was believed in her abilities due to practising and she felt the same way. She's she only thing I had to rely on at that time. I promised I'd never leave her and she said the same. It's why I gotta find her."

You humans are all the same! You can't be trusted! I turned to where Lucario stood up. Ash and Drew both stood, Drew looking angry, Ash looking offended. Ash ran out in front of Lucario to stop him from going.

"Are you saying you don't trust me?" Ash yelled.

You would abandon your loved ones if you had to.

"I wouldn't leave Misty," Ash yelled.

I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Drew. He'd leave Roserade without hesitation if he had to.

"There's no way I would leave Roserade, didn't you just hear what I said!" Drew yelled, stepping closer, "I just said I would never leave her!"

Your word means nothing. Drew's fists clenched and I could see pure anger in his eyes.

"How do we know Sir Aaron betrayed the queen like you said!" Drew yelled, "Why don't you tell us the real story? I bet YOU deserted the queen and Sir Aaron didn't you?"

What did you say? Lucario turned and saw just as much anger on his face as was on Drew's. I ran forwards.

"Drew, calm down," I said gently, putting a hand on his arm. I'd only seen him angry a few times, but I knew enough that if he was angry enough, he'd do something he regretted. He tensed under my touch, but didn't move from his spot.

What makes you think that Roserade didn't run off and desert you because it didn't want you as a master? Drew's fists tightened.

"Take. That. Back!" Drew growled, his voice dangerously low.

No, I bet she ran off on you. See how much that hurts! Drew didn't answer. He shrugged off my hand and ran at Lucario, tackling him to the ground. I gasped in horror as they both rolled down the side of the bank and into the water.

"Drew! Stop!" I yelled. I ran down as fast as I could. I could only watch as Drew and Lucario wrestled in the mud, throwing punches at each other and blocking. Lucario kicked Drew off him and right next to the bank. Drew got up, glaring, ready to attack again.

"Stop Drew," I called, running into the water, I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, holding him back.

"May, let go," he growled.

"No Drew, have you forgotten about your head already?" I said, refusing to move, "you'll split it again if you keep fighting so just stop." Lucario glared at Drew before he jumped out, walking along the bank. Drew's tense shoulders relaxed slightly and only then did I uncurled my arms.

"I'm outta here," he muttered, shrugging me away and stomping up the bank.

"I wonder why he was so riled up?" Max asked.

"I don't know," I said, "I'm going to go find out though. You guys set up the tents. I'll be back."

"I'll go find Lucario," Max said, "I'll be back soon too." We all nodded to each other and headed our separate ways.