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Chapter Ten: Scream

Gary couldn't resist a derisive cackle as he watched the ruffled looking Ash take to the opposing platform, choosing to ignore the silent hate waves emitting from the taller purple haired teen beside him. Minus the scowling face, Gary had to admit – he couldn't have been luckier with his partner. Gary was banking on the fact that despite Ash and Paul's friendship, both Trainers would try and win – he knew their competitive instincts would eventually overcome any conscious resistance. After all, future Pokemon Masters don't stop for anything.

Ash, on the other hand, had failed dismally in the partner sphere. His lucky little gal pal couldn't tell an Aerodactyl from a Cleffa, let alone win a battle. Gary had to chuckle as he watched the petite blonde wobble precariously as she scaled the ladder up to the green platform behind Ash, utterly ignored by her raven haired partner. Ash really could not have landed a more incompetent cohort, and while the tiny compassionate part of Gary actually felt sorry for his rival's misfortune, the much larger, self serving part of him rejoiced in Ash's bad luck. In fact, when Gary looked at it objectively, he could almost be sure that the fates were against his childhood friend, seeing as Gary's own wishes had all miraculously come true. Ash's usual cheery grin was nowhere to be seen, along with his overconfidence and good natured digs – instead, his face was set into cold, hard determination.

On the other side of the field, Ash was rapidly trying to come up with a battle strategy that would shield Amy's weaknesses, thanking his lucky stars that he'd brought a decent team with him.

'What Pokemon do you have?' he questioned his uncharacteristically silent partner in a brusque voice.

'Umm, I have Vulpix, Treecko, Azurill, Goldeen, Metapod and Weedle with me. Is that okay?' Amy replied hesitantly.

Ash groaned inwardly. One Pokemon that had undoubtedly been a gift from her snooty parents, one starter, one baby, one that couldn't even be used on the Grass field, one that most likely didn't know anything but Harden, and one impossibly easy catch. And yet, he had no doubt that this was Amy's best team. He was just thankful this was not a full twelve on twelve Pairs match – then he wouldn't have to endure Gary's expression when he sent out Azurill.

'That's fine,' he said through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to tell her he'd have a better chance of winning if she simply quit now and became his temporary cheerleader. 'Listen, I don't want to come off as a know-it-all but…just follow my lead, okay?' It wasn't often Ash called upon his Champion status to get people to do what he wanted, but he figured now was an acceptable time to capitalize on his position.

'Oh no,' Amy said eagerly. 'I'll do exactly what you tell me. You know what you're doing – you are the Champion after all!' she finished in a dreamy voice.

Ash had to grip the bar in front of him to stop himself from pushing her off the platform and down into the field below. He vaguely wondered when he had gotten so senselessly violent, blaming it on Gary's arrogance and Misty's bad influence. After all, the girl did carry a mallet with her throughout their travels, and she'd never hesitated to knock some 'sense' into Ash before.

Ash felt the tension dissipate at the mere thought of his best friend, and of her blushing face as he's wished her good luck. Misty wouldn't despair in a situation like this – she'd hit back twice as hard. It was her grit and sheer determination that had brought her so far. She simply never gave up.

Ash was jolted out of his rather enjoyable reflections by another comforting voice.

'Pikapi, pika pika.'

'Thanks, Pikachu,' Ash said gratefully as the little mouse leapt from its spot on top of his head in preparation for the battle.

'Come on, Ashy boy, I don't have all day,' came the snide voice from the other side of the field. Glancing up sharply, Ash just had time to see Paul flexing his fingers as if resisting the urge to clamp them around Gary's throat.

Growling under his breath, Ash yanked his hat into battle position and seized a Pokeball from his belt, throwing it down into the field in front of him.

'Staraptor, go!' he shouted. With a challenging caw, the magnificent bird of prey appeared in a flash of red light, soaring around the field in an impressive sweep.

'Send out your Treecko,' he hissed at Amy. She started at the sound of his voice, too busy ogling him in 'battle mode' to worry about her own choice of Pokemon.

'Sure,' she said meekly, her eyes on him as she reaching automatically for the Pokeballs on her hip. Her hand froze and she frowned, dragging her gaze away from him as her fingers ghosted from Pokeball to Pokeball.

It took all of Ash's willpower not to lose his temper there and then. He clenched his jaw tight and remained silent, resigning himself to the outcome of her hesitations. He just prayed she wouldn't send out Goldeen.

Amy was aware of Ash's eyes on her and she grew flustered, her face reddening as she eventually threw caution to the wind and seized one of the tools on her hip, chucking it into the field with a hopeful expression.

When the red light faded, Ash crashed to the ground.

'Weedle!'

There was a burst of stunned silence in the field before a howl of raucous laughter pierced the muggy forest air.

Ash stared numbly at the two Pokemon on the field. Weedle was squeaking furiously, attempting to flee from Staraptor's predatory glance and into the nearby bushes. Ash knew his Pokemon was far too proud and sensible to ever attack another Trainer's Pokemon, but it was clear the large bird was enjoying torturing its pathetic partner with silent threats and shows of mastery.

Ash let out a hollow laugh. A Bird Type and a Bug Type, working together. It was a match made in hell. Ash desperately wanted to turn on Amy in a Misty-like fury and release some of his frustration, but when he glanced at her crushed expression he just couldn't do it, the furious words fading from his mind before he could so much as open his mouth. Yelling at her won't make this any better, Ash thought despairingly, but I don't see how this could get any worse. Turning back to the field, he saw that eedle was attempting to burrow into the grass to escape from Staraptor, who was lazily preening one of its vast wings.

Gary had to wipe the tears from his eye as he finally straightened up, still letting a cackle escape him. Paul was stoic as ever, eyeing the pitiable Bug Type impassively, knowing any sign of amusement on his part would only fuel his cruel partner's jeers.

'You know Ashy-boy, I almost feel sorry for you.' Gary paused with a malicious smirk. 'Almost.'

'Save it, Gary,' Ash shot back icily.

Before Gary could say another taunting word, Paul cleared his throat forcefully. Gary paused, annoyed at the interruption, and glanced at his mute partner.

'When you're done acting like an asshole,' Paul said pointedly, reaching for a Pokeball.

Gary growled, snatching a Pokeball from his own belt and throwing it into the arena before him with a defiant jerk.

'Arcanine, go!' he shouted.

Paul sighed. 'Torterra, go,' he muttered as he tossed the ball with a sigh.

Gary turned to glare at him, all traces of mocking now gone from his face.

'Look lively, purple, and make a better choice of Pokemon next time. We're gonna run Ashy-boy and his girlfriend into the ground, and you know it.'

Paul leveled him with a flat stare. 'Don't make me kill you.'

Gary blinked and his mouth dropped open comically but Paul continued to glare with cool menace. Gary made to retort back but was distracted from his reply as Ash suddenly made the first move of the match.

'Staraptor, use Wing Attack on Torterra! Weedle, use…uh, use String Shot on Arcanine!'

On the other side of the field, Amy almost toppled off the platform as her Pokemon actually followed Ash's command, shooting stringy white goo into the face of Gary's incensed Arcanine. Caught off guard, Torterra flew backwards under the force of Staraptor's glowing wings as they smashed into the tree topped Pokemon.

'Yay!' Amy squealed gazing adoringly at Ash. 'He listened to you!' She sighed deeply. 'You have such a way with Pokemon…' she trailed off dreamily.

Ash stepped backwards hastily, returning his gaze to the battle. He was surprised that Amy's Pokemon had listened to him so readily, but he privately believed that Weedle would have listened to any competent Trainer, as its own Trainer was so obviously lacking the leadership necessary to command a Pokemon's respect.

Gary seethed as he watched Arcanine writhe, more irritated by the attack than hurt, shooting Paul a murderous glance for distracting him from the battle. The other teen was too busy checking his own Pokemon to notice.

'Arcanine, use Flamethrower to blast that Weedle away!' Gary roared. Arcanine gave a last shake of its mane to rid itself of the clinging sap and leapt forward impressively, unleashing a burst of blazing flames at the cowering Weedle.

Ash's heart leapt into his throat. One touch of that fire and Weedle would be out until next week.

'Staraptor, use Gust to drive that Flamethrower back!'

Gary watched in horror as the half Flying Type swooped downwards, and with a powerful thrust of its wings the jet flames doubled back, engulfing both Red Team Pokemon. Arcanine was thrown backwards with the force of the reverse attack, but the flames didn't do much damage to the Fire Type.

'PAUL!' Gary exploded as Arcanine landed in a heap. 'DO something!' He jabbed his finger at the vulnerable Staraptor to strengthen his point.

Paul, who had been watching the match like a spectator instead of a competitor, jerked out of his reverie and reluctantly responded. Torterra had received a bad singeing but was recovering from the worst of the blast, and was now waiting patiently for its Trainer's commands.

'Torterra, Leaf Storm,' he said in his commanding voice.

Torterra responded instantly, the tree on its back glowing pale green as it charged the coming attack. A sudden a burst of emerald light exploded from the half grass type, a stream of razor sharp leaves powering towards Staraptor. The other Pokemon was too busy directing its own attack at Arcanine to even notice the whirlwind heading its way.

'Staraptor!' Ash cried in anguish the attack hit, knocking the Pokemon off balance and causing it to plummet towards the ground. Just before it became a crater in the field, the bird twisted in the air and hastily righted itself – barely escaping. Its movements were distinctly jerkier and it let out a haunting cry as it took to the skies again

Ash growled, relieved to see him Pokemon still off the ground. He'd risked Staraptor's safety to protect Amy's Weedle, an automatic reflex, but the move hadn't paid off – unethical as it sounded, he knew he should be more concerned with Staraptor's safety than Weedle's as his Pokemon was their only chance at victory in this round. But Ash also knew Staraptor couldn't fight two Pokemon at once, especially not while shielding Weedle. I need a way to keep Weedle out of harm, but that will still allow it to attack. Torterra's weak to Bug Types…

Inspiration burst into Ash's brain as he glanced at the large, lofty bird and the tiny half Poison Pokemon. He knew he had seconds to react – Arcanine was getting to its feet and Torterra had already recovered after the use of its powerful attack.

'Staraptor, get Weedle on your back!' he yelled. The half Normal type responded instantly, swooping down to the ground and crouching beside the pathetic Pokemon. Ash watched it in admiration, knowing Staraptor was suppressing every natural urge to attack for the sake of the battle.

Weedle, however, was not convinced. The worm was now backing away hurriedly, seemingly intent on disappearing into one of the nearby trees.

'Weedle, get on Staraptor's back!' Ash yelled desperately.

'Arcanine, use another Flamethrower!'

'Torterra, charge up for a Giga Drain.

Ash tried very hard not to panic as Arcanine summoned the vaguely star shaped wheel of fire, and as Torterra's spikes began to glow acidic green he knew it was now or never.

'Staraptor, grab Weedle and use Quick Attack to get away!'

The bird didn't need telling twice. Grabbing the squealing Weedle in its beak, it launched itself into the sky and disappeared in a flash of light, appearing high above the head of its whooping Trainer. Back down on the field, the combined attack of flames and chartreuse light hit the spot where Staraptor had been crouched a mere second before, and from the smoking crater the blast left Ash fervently glad his Pokemon had gotten away in time.

Up in the air, Staraptor tossed the wriggling Weedle above its head, earning a squeal from an anxious Amy. But the bird didn't swallow the worm like she foolishly feared it would, but simply allowed the Bug type to come to rest on its back.

'Great job, Staraptor!' Ash hollered excitedly. But he knew his problems weren't over yet. Already weakened from the Leaf Storm, Staraptor was now looking even more tired from the strain of the Quick Attack and the added weight on its back. But Ash knew exactly how he could deal a blow to his opponents without exhausting his Pokemon further.

'Staraptor, bring Weedle closer so it can use its Poison Sting!'

Staraptor obeyed, reducing its altitude so the half Poison type was within striking range.

'Focus on Torterra, Weedle!' Ash shouted, knowing the half Ground Type had experienced more damage over the course of the match.

Weedle seemed to come to terms with being on Staraptor's back remarkably quickly and didn't hesitate as the bird dropped closer, sending out a stream of glowing white sparks at the imposing Pokemon below, safely out of danger.

Or so it thought.

'Arcanine, Fire Spin!'

'Torterra, Stone Edge!'

The burning cyclone exploded into life, engulfing much of the field. Simultaneously three blue rings surrounded Torterra's body and split to create a burst of shattered rock, the half Ground Type's eyes glowing eerily.

Painful as the thought was, Ash knew it was only a matter of time before Staraptor succumbed to its powerful opponents. Ash just hoped to take at least one of them down with him.

'Staraptor, use Quick Attack to dodge them!'

The Pokemon complied, vanishing and reappearing periodically in the spaces between the two crushing attacks as Weedle shot furiously at Torterra, but Ash could see the growing strain the repeated move was causing. Ash had one shot left, or else he was going to lose both his Pokemon while leaving his two opponents safely on the field.

'Staraptor, use Close Contact on Torterra!'

Summoning the last of its energy, the mighty bird let out a furious screech and powered towards its opponent. Torterra, still recovering from the effort of using Stone Edge, was bowled over by the furious slashes and kicks.

Gary gritted his teeth as he watched Ash's Pokemon subdue the huge turtle-like Pokemon. Anything he asked Arcanine to do would only hasten Torterra's demise.

'Again, Staraptor, if you can!'

The bird obeyed its master to the best of its abilities, crashing into the other Pokemon in another deadly attack. Weedle bravely continued its own assault while clinging to Staraptor's back. Weakened by the Wing Attack and the Poison Sting, the huge half Grass Pokemon crashed into the dust, overcome by the final Close Contact.

Gary took advantage of the situation as Staraptor sunk to the ground beside Torterra's limp body. Ash grabbed his Pokeball to recall, but it was too late. 'Arcanine, use Fire Spin again!'

Seconds later, the worm and the bird were engulfed by the tower of flickering flames. As the blaze died away, a cold weight settled in Ash's stomach as he observed the two lifeless forms in front of him.

'Torterra, return!'

'Staraptor, return!'

'Nice job, Arcanine!'

Ash gazed fondly at the Pokeball in his fingers. 'You were incredible, Staraptor,' he said as he tucked the Pokeball safely back in his belt. He spared a glance for his 'partner' who was gazing at the field with a stupefied expression.

'Recall Weedle,' Ash stated testily.

'Oh. Right,' the girl replied, blinking dimly. 'Er – come back, Weedle.' It took her three tries to get the prone Pokemon back safely into its Pokeball. Ash resisted the urge to huff in exasperation at the sight.

'Weavile, go!'

As he stared at Paul's choice Ash thought quickly, trying to decide on the most sensible next move. Amy didn't have any Water Pokemon worth talking about – he knew from experience with Misty that an Azurill wouldn't have a chance against an Arcanine, despite the Type advantage – and so taking Amy's team into account, he figured she only had one choice. He turned back to his partner, who was currently staring at him with a slightly disconcerting expression.

'Er – try and send your Vulpix out this time, will you?'

Amy turned purple, and seized a Pokeball. When the flash of red dissipated, Ash's shoulders slumped forward with relief. She'd actually made the right choice. The little red-brown fox appeared on the field, its large liquid brown eyes staring around with appealing interest.

Ash turned to Pikachu. 'You're up, buddy!' he said.

'Pika pika!' came the determined reply and with a little salute, Pikachu leapt down from the platform and onto the field below.

'Second round,' Gary called, smirking. 'Still want to continue with your humiliation, Ash?'

'We'll see who ends up humiliated,' Ash shot back. 'Pikachu, Thundershock on Arcanine! Vulpix, Flamethrower on Weavile!'

With a battle cry Pikachu leapt into the air, its cheeks sparking furiously. The electricity flowed around its little body and exploded in a deadly assault.

'Arcanine, use Extreme Speed to get away!'

The bolt of lightening struck the ground uselessly as Arcanine sprang out of the way with a burst of supernatural speed, a roar of satisfaction escaping its throat. Pikachu dropped to the ground, disappointment on its panting face as it waited for Pikapi's next command.

Vulpix hadn't moved. It was simply blinking at the dumbstruck Weavile with a blank expression, not unlike that of its Trainer. Clearly deciding that attacking the other Pokemon would be a waste of time, Vulpix gave a large yawn and settled comfortably on grass for a light nap, seemingly unaware of the battle raging around it.

Ash swore at the sight. This battle was going to be a hundred times more difficult if Amy actually had to participate.

'Do something!' he snapped at his partner. At the same time, Gary was shrieking the same words in Paul's gaping face.

'Oh!' Amy said helplessly. 'Uh…Vulpix, Flamethrower?' she said tentatively.

Vulpix cocked an eye open, eyeing its Trainer disdainfully. After a brief second it rose off the ground majestically, fluffing out its six tails with a flourish and taking a delicate step forward. Even Gary seemed pause momentarily in his chastisement of Paul, interested to see what the little Pokemon would do next.

Vulpix opened its mouth, as if to yawn again, but unleashed a torrent of flames – right in Pikachu's unsuspecting face.

Amy cringed and Ash let out a roar of outrage as his Pokemon was blasted backwards.

'PIKACHU!'

On the other side of the field, Gary collapsed onto the Trainer platform for the second time that day, rocking with helpless laughter. Paul seemed to be struggled to suppress a smile and even Arcanine and Weavile seemed to find the sight amusing, sniggering in their Pokemon way.

Once sure Pikachu was still alive, Ash wheeled around to his partner. 'WHY didn't you tell me that it doesn't even listen to you?!' he howled. 'We'll never win if that thing attacks my Pokemon instead of Weavile and Arcanine!'

Ash was panting heavily, ignoring the wails of laughter coming from the other side of the field. It wasn't often he really lost his temper, but his Pokemon hurting for no reason was always guaranteed to set him off in the worst way.

'I'm sorry!' Amy squeaked, looking terrified at Ash's murderous expression. 'Vulpix does listen…sometimes…'

Disgusted, Ash turned back to his Pokmon in concern. Pikachu seemed to have recovered and was now reading Vulpix the riot act, periodically jabbing its paw at their opponents and at their Trainers on the platform and occasionally sparking its cheeks. Vulpix was cowering from Pikachu's thundering voice and Arcanine and Weavile were now rocking with laughter, obviously able to understand every word.

'Pika Pika Pi Pikachu Pika chu PIKA!!!'

Gary struggled to his feet, gasping with suppressed laughter. 'Priceless, Ashy-boy. Just priceless. I'll be sure to tell everyone I meet today how Champion Ash Ketchum's precious Pikachu got roasted by its own partner.' At the mere remembrance of the event, Gary dissolved back into wicked cackles.

Down on the field, Pikachu growled, its cheeks sparking dangerously.

'AAAGGGHHH!' Gary screamed girlishly as the unseen bolt of lightening swooped downwards and engulfed him.

'PIKA CHU PIKA!'

For a second all Ash could do was gape, staring incredulously from his seething Pokemon to his singed opponent, but with a whoop of triumph he collapsed into an almost painful fit of laughter.

'You go – Pikachu!' he managed to choke out as the tears ran down his face, rocking back and forth. On the other side of the field, Paul was leaning heavily on the railing for support as he gave in to a very rare fit of mirth, pointing openly at his blackened, smoking partner. Even Amy was giggling, in a rather dim way, as if she didn't fully understand what was going on.

Gary staggered to his feet. 'Not funny, Ketchum!' he yelled as he tried to smooth his charred hair. 'I could have that thing put down for attacking a human!'

Ash ignored the threat on his Pokmon's life – Pikachu himself didn't seem too concerned, it was too busy laughing and dodging lame bursts of fire from Arcanine – and straightened up, still giggling.

'Priceless, Gary-boy,' Ash mocked with a smirk. 'Just priceless. I'll be sure to tell everyone I meet today how Champion Ash Ketchum's prize Pikachu floored the great Gary Oak.' He burst out laughing again, clutching his sides desperately as the gales rocked his body.

Gary let out a furious snarl. 'We'll see about that, Ketchum.'

He whipped around to face his still sniggering partner and eyed him dangerously. Paul's reluctance to battle with all he had was not going to go any further, not after that. The strange thing was that Gary had been sure the man would relish the chance to defeat his old rival, even if they were friends now. But then again, Gary had never exactly been an expert on the complexity and depth of human nature. He got straight to the point, shoving his face close to Paul's.

'Listen, freakshow, you better put your back into this battle or you're going to wish you'd never been born. Got it?'

Paul just raised an eyebrow, the remains of amusement draining from is face. 'Unlikely.'

Gary exhaled sharply. 'I know you and Ash-boy are bestest pals and stuff, but just get over it and fight like a man, okay? A battle's a battle!'

Paul snorted in disgust and turned away, deigning to reply, and gave his attention to the field.

'Arcanine, Fire Spin that pair of losers!' Gary yelled indignantly.

Ash snapped back to attention, his laughter dying away instantly as he caught sight of Gary's dangerous expression. It suddenly occurred to Ash that they should change the proverb to 'Hell hath no fury like a Gary scorned' – heck, the brunette was worse than Misty when you insulted a Water Pokemon!

'Pikachu, use Agility to get away! Vulpix, use Flash Fire to power up from the flames!'

Pikachu didn't need telling twice, but the little mouse didn't quite escape in time, the flames licking its back mercilessly as it fled out of range. Vulpix, however, closed its eyes, its little body glowing with gold-red light as it absorbed the attack, and Ash took a moment to be thankful for Pikachu's persuasive abilities. As Arcanine's flames died away, leaving the already tired Pokemon panting hard, Gary glared at his partner and Paul exhaled sharply. 'Weavile, use Icy Wind.'

The half Dark Pokemon responded instantly, clearly relishing the chance to attack. Paul could tell it had been confused by the lack of direction it had received so far in the match. But it never hesitated, opening its mouth and releasing a jet of silver white raindrops that blasted towards its two opponents.

'Pikachu, use your Agility again! Vulpix, -'

Ash was too late. The fox was still absorbing the energy from Arcanine's attack and as the golden glow began to fade from around it, the hail of icy darts fell mercilessly. Vulpix let out a cry, twisting away from the attack.

'Vulpix, no!' Amy squeaked, showing for perhaps the first time an actual interest in the battle. Ash felt sorry for her, just glad Vulpix was strong against Ice types – Paul's Pokemon was a powerful opponent.

'Pikachu, Volt Tackle on Weavile!' Ash cried desperately.

Pikachu appeared suddenly, at the end of its use of Agility, and began thundering towards Weavile encased in silvery-yellow cloak of electricity. The half Ice Type never saw the attack coming, and was thrown backwards

Gary sized the opportunity to take down the recovering Vulpix, who had just been released from the relentless Icy Wind. Gary knew Vulpix was strong against Fire attacks so he decided to use another approach.

'Arcanine, Take Down on Vulpix!' he bellowed. Arcanine launched itself towards Vulpix with an awe inspiring leap, crashing down hard on the little fox.

'Pikachu, Thundershock on Arcanine!' Ash shouted. The little mouse whipped around, the last of the Volt Tackle fading away as it tried to summon the energy to attack. Ash felt a sick pang of guilt as he watched his already tired Pokemon sparking its cheeks valiantly. Arcanine, already exhausted from the first match succumbed quickly to Pikachu's well placed attack. The Fire Type crashed to the ground, encased in electric energy, and lay still.

Ash allowed himself a smile, but Paul's attack came too quickly for Ash to try and combat it. The purple-black explosion of Weavile's Dark Pulse attack was too strong to avoid.

'Vulpix, Flamethrower on Weavile! Pikachu, move!'

At that, Pikachu whipped around and Vulpix unleashed a torrent of white hot flames, but it was too late. The attack overwhelmed Pikachu and Ash's faithful buddy tumbled backwards.

Ash didn't care if he got singed by Vulpix's misplaced flames, or hit with another Dark Pulse. He leapt over the railing, stumbling slightly as his feet hit the ground, and snatched Pikachu out of the melee.

'You okay, buddy?' he murmured to his recovering Pokemon as he retreated off the field.

'Pika,' came the faint response.

'You did incredibly,' Ash said fervently. 'You helped Vulpix listen and you took out Arcanine. Thanks, buddy.'

'Pi,' came the tired response, but Pikachu smiled.

A loud noise recalled Ash to the battle. Powering up to the Trainer platform again, he settled Pikachu atop his backpack before turning back to the match, sparing a smile for the worried looking Amy. He groaned when he looked down on the field

Vulpix was out cold, and if the blackened trees were anything to go by, Amy had clearly tried another Fire attack. Ash wondered how Paul had eluded that one, as Weavile was still standing.

Ash turned wearily back to face his partner. 'Send out Treecko, would you Amy?' he asked, attempting a smile. Amy beamed back, recalling Vulpix and once again choosing the correct Pokeball. The little Grass Type appeared on the field with an almost surprised cry, as if it didn't get out of its Pokeball much, and Ash sighed, mentally comparing the bright little Pokemon to his fully evolved Sceptile.

'Charizard, go!' Ash cried, throwing his Pokeball into the arena. The Fire Type appeared with a lofty roar, eliciting a nervous squeak from Amy (Ash was disgusted until he remembered just how scared he used to be of Charizard himself).

'I'm counting on you, Charizard,' Ash said in a low voice. The Pokemon turned to look at its beloved Trainer, and nodded definitely. Ash couldn't help but smile at the Pokemon's confidence, but he knew for sure that they would need more than that to win the match.

On the other side of the field, Gary smirked knowingly. Ash could be so predictable.

'Pokeball, go!' he cried.

Ash gritted his teeth as the Pokemon took shape in front of him. If he didn't know any better he would be convinced that Gary was a psychic – his rival could almost read his mind. He'd prepared for Ash's third choice of Pokemon perfectly.

Reluctantly, Ash turned to his partner. He wanted to give her a chance – after all, just because he was the superior Trainer didn't give him the right to dictate their offense. And he had the vague idea that if the faculty found out he'd taken over the match, he would end up on the receiving end of a stern talking-to about team work.

'Concentrate on Gary's Pokemon, and I'll try and get rid of Weavile. Use Grass attacks, but try not to get too close -'

'Blastoise, Hydro Pump on Charizard!'

'Charizard, dodge it and use Flamethrower on Weavile!'

'Weavile, use Icy Wind on Treecko!'

'Treecko, use – use Bullet Seed! On Blastoise! Er – now!'

Several things happened at once, puffs of smoke and reverberations of attacks echoing loudly through the field and the surrounding trees. With a flap of its vast, scaly wings, Charizard deftly avoided the well aimed blast of water and soared above the field, shooting a torrent of flames at an unsuspecting Weavile, who was too busy with its own Icy Wind to dodge the attack. Stumbling backwards under the force of the flames, the stunned Pokemon left a slightly shaky Treecko free to follow its Trainer's commands. The Grass type, recovering with surprising speed, drew itself up and fired a stream of glowing yellow seeds at Blastoise's more vulnerable belly. The Water type winced from the sudden bombardment, but the offense was not powerful enough to cause serious damage to Gary's strongest Pokemon. Weavile, however, didn't look too good – the half Ice Type was tiring rapidly and its particular weakness to Fire Attacks was not helping its situation.

Ash seized his advantage, as Charizard was the only Pokemon on the field who hadn't suffered the effects of an attack in the first wave of offensive. His Fire Type was shooting its own old rival predatory glances, and Ash knew this might be the only moment in the match where Blastoise faltered under Amy's attacks.

'Charizard, use Dragon Breath!' he hollered, knowing it was safer to choose a non Fire attack that kept his precious Pokemon as far away as possible from Blastoise's water guns. With another primal roar Charizard unleashed a burst of greenish light, the beam of energy soaring towards Blastoise and crashing down on the large turtle with a resounding crack. Ash was surprised and impressed by how much damage the attack caused the other Pokemon – he tended to use Charizard's Fire attacks and it was clear how much the already formidable Pokemon had improved of late.

Weavile, however, had taken the opportunity to perform Night Slash on Treecko, under Paul's command, and it was clear Amy had not been able to sufficiently repel or avoid the glowing attack. I need to defeat Weavile, Ash thought desperately, or Treecko is a goner. It's so weak to Ice…

'Charizard, Fire Spin on Weavile!'

Ash knew it was a risky move, asking Charizard to land, but this was the best way to ensure Weavile's instant defeat. Obediently the Fire Type swooped back to earth, casually releasing the pulsing swirl of flames at the same time. The whirlwind was so powerful it singed Blastoise around the edges, but Weavile was immediately overwhelmed, sinking down to earth in a crumpled heap.

'Weavile!' Paul burst out in concern, hurriedly recalling the out cold Pokemon. 'You did well,' he murmured to the Pokeball as he slipped it back onto his belt. Gary was watching him like a hawk.

'Choose well, Purple,' Paul's 'partner' snarled. 'Or I'll grind you to pieces and feed you to my Houndoom.'

Paul raised his eyes to the heavens at the ridiculous threat, and reached for his third and last Pokeball. On the other side of the field, Ash closed his eyes and groaned. He didn't even need to look – he knew what was coming.

'Magmortar, go!' Paul shouted.

'Amy, does Treecko know Energy Ball?' Ash hissed, naming Treecko's most powerful attack. Amy stared blankly back at him.

'Uhh…no.' Ash wanted to roll his eyes – of course it didn't. 'Use another Grass attack on Blastoise, quick,' he whispered.

Amy nodded, clearly intent on showing him she knew what made a good Pokemon Trainer. 'Treecko, Mega Drain on Blastoise,' she called in a strong voice, looking vaguely pleased with herself. Ash was faintly impressed that she'd come up with the attack so quickly by herself.

But Treecko's burst of leeching green light never got near its opponent. The Grass Pokemon was engulfed in a fiery pool where it stood, the acidic green light fading before it came even vaguely close to touching Blastoise, prompting Charizard to leap back into the air, to safety. Treecko staggered and fell, slumping headfirst onto the charred grass.

Ash looked over at his good friend, carefully reading Paul's rather guilty expression, and spared a glace for Gary's triumphant grin. He turned his attention to Amy, who looked on the verge of bursting into passionate sobs. Without having to be told, she recalled her faint Pokemon back into its Pokeball. Ash put his hand on her shoulder.

'You did very well,' he said carefully, hastily withdrawing his comforting gesture as she turned to him with a thrilled smile. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ash turned back to the battle.

Charizard was still well out of reach, though the two Pokemon down on the field were eyeing the languid Fire Type irritably. Ash took a deep, calming breath, trying to steady his churning stomach. It was two against one, but Gary still had one more Pokemon if Blastoise went down. He would be hard pressed to get rid of one of his opponents, never mind win the match.

Ash balled his fists, determined to give it his best shot. Charizard was his most powerful Pokemon, and it had defeated both Magmortar and Blastoise before. Just not at the same time.

'Charizard, use Dragon Rage!' Ash commanded, falling back on the strategy of non-fire moves, hoping to deliver damage to both Pokemon. Charizard's eyes glowed eerily white, and as the flame of its tail swelled the Pokemon conjured a massive ball of energy between its teeth and hurled it towards the ground. It worked – the opponents, both too slow-moving to try and avoid the attack, were encased in the swirl of power. Blastoise countered with its Hydro Cannon but the Water attack was not sufficient to diffuse the mixture of fire and white energy.

'Charizard, Steel Wing on Blastoise!' Ash called, intent on taking down the more tired of his opponents as well as pressing his own momentary advantage. But before Charizard could get into position to attack, Blastoise recovered and Gary went on the offensive. 'Blastoise, try a Rapid spin!'

The Water Type snapped its limbs and head into its shell and powered off the ground, spinning so fast it became a blur, heading straight towards the hovering Charizard. Charizard unleashed a swirl of flames but they did nothing to harm Blastoise's hard shell.

'Charizard, dodge it!' Ash yelled desperately. The Fire Type was already performing evasive maneuvers but as it swept to the side to avoid a collision, it took one of its eyes off Magmortar for the briefest second. It was all Paul needed, and a second later Charizard was assaulted with Rock Throw, the purple balls from the Fire Type's cannon morphing into rocks as they were hurled towards Charizard.

The attack was merciless, and Charizard fought to regain its balance as it attempted to soar out of reach. But just as it seemed to recover, Blastoise came swirling around in another arc and collided straight with the Fire Type. Ash cried out desperately as his Pokemon tumbled back to earth.

Gary didn't even give Charizard a chance to stand again before he lauched his next assault. Ash saw what his opponent was going to do and tried to warn his Pokemon, who was right in the cross hairs of the attack.

'Charizard, watch out!'

'Blastoise, Hydro Cannon!'

Charizard raised its head and tried to scramble to safety, but Blastoise's most powerful Water attack hit it straight in the face. Charizard tumbled backwards, its tail smoking potently as the water doused it all over.

Ash hung over the Trainer platform, calling in concern to his Pokemon, who responded with a tired huff as it attempted to rise. Ash could dimly hear Paul yelling at Gary, something about unsportsmanlike conduct, but clearly Gary was ignoring him.

'Blastoise, Skull Bash!'

Ash felt the old fury bubble through him as he watched his drained Pokemon forced backwards by the physical attack. Gary could be so cruel sometimes. Ash knew it was hopeless, but he wasn't going to give in. He knew he couldn't win the match, but he was going to take down Gary's Pokemon if it was the last thing he did. And judging from the furious look on Charizard's face, his Pokemon agreed. Its Rage mode was beginning to take over, Ash noticed savagely, and he knew things were about to go very ill for Blastoise as Charizard's flame flared significantly.

Across the field, Ash shot Paul a desperate look. The purple haired teen was visibly fuming, his arms crossed in a physical representation of his refusal to battle, at least while Gary was being so crass. He noticed Ash's expression and seemed to understand, offering his friend a fraction of a nod. It was all Ash needed.

'Charizard, try another Dragon Breath!' Ash called. Charizard didn't need to be told to direct the attack at Blastoise – indeed, the half Fire Type ignored its other opponent, who was standing close by, and chose to direct the green flames directly at the Water Type. Blastoise clearly hadn't expected Charizard to recover so quickly and staggered backwards. Ash couldn't help but cheer, Amy joining in as she took a break from cooing over a reluctant Pikachu.

'Finish it with your Seismic Toss!' Ash hollered, but Charizard was already moving as it summoned its last strength in preparation of its signature move. Growling furiously it dragged the heavy Turtle high into the air, drawing gasps of admiration from Trainers and Coordinators all over the room. Spinning in endless cannon rolls, Charizard eventually broke free of the spins and powered towards the ground. Blastoise crashed into the field with a resounding crash, out cold.

'Awesome, Charizard!' Ash cheered.

At the sight of his collapsed Pokemon, Gary seized Paul's shoulder in a fit of fury and burst into a steady stream of curses. Paul ignored him utterly, focusing on Ash's heavily panting Pokemon. He sighed, shooting Ash an apologetic glance for what he was about to do. The raven haired Trainer replied with an understanding nod.

'Magmortar – er, Flamethrower. Thing,' Paul stumbled reluctantly.

'Charizard, return fire,' Ash called strongly, but he winced as he said the words. He desperately wished to recall Charizard and forfeit the match to prevent the inevitable prolonging of his Pokemon's pain, but he knew his Pokemon too well for that. Proud, powerful Charizard would never consent to surrender early, not when it was still on its feet – albeit shakily. Ash counted his blessings, knowing he was lucky that Paul was the one delivering the final blow and not Gary.

Paul's Magmortar seemed confused by the entire situation, but evidently got the unspoken message from its Trainer. It released a comparatively gentle stream of flames and Charizard valiantly returned them. But the strain of continuing the attack was the final straw for the massive half Flying Type, and it eventually sank to the ground in a dead faint. Charizard always went down fighting.

For a moment, there was a desolate, oddly muffled silence in the field. The sounds of the other battles and Trainer's cries could still be heard, but they seemed very far away.

Then Gary let out a wild, triumphant cackle, and nausea rose suddenly in Ash's stomach.

He'd always known this moment was coming. After all, no one could stay undefeated forever. All Trainers, no matter how skilled or experienced, had off days, or back luck, or simply misjudged something once in a while. It was inevitable.

But to lose to Gary Oak, like this, was not how he'd envisioned breaking his two month winning streak. He'd put everything into the battle but it just hadn't been enough. It was heartbreaking. And though Ash wasn't one to make excuses for his losses, no one could say it had been anything like a fair fight. He also knew that little fact wouldn't stop Gary from proclaiming temporary mastery over him until the next time they battled. And without the regular Intraschool League to look forward to, Ash knew it could be anything up to a month and a half until he faced Gary again.

Ash ignored Gary and recalled his exhausted Pokemon quickly, knowing that was the fastest way for Charizard to recover. Before he snapped it into his belt, he paused. 'You've fought some incredible matches for me, Charizard, but I think today topped them all. Thanks, buddy. Have a good rest, you deserve it.'

Ignoring the stream of catcalls coming from the other side of the field as well as the leaden mix of rage and disappointment flaring in his stomach, Ash scooped the recovering Pikachu into his arms and floundered down the ladder onto the field. He was determined to keep his composure. He would not give Gary any more satisfaction. Amy followed meekly, gazing at him with more respect than adoration, and at the bottom of the platform, Ash abruptly turned and spoke.

'I'm sorry I couldn't win it.'

Amy stuttered, unsure of how to reply. 'It's okay. You didn't have much chance, with me as a partner.'

Ash opened his mouth to reply, but he'd never been much of a liar. Amy just smiled slightly, looking like a sensible person for the first time that day.

'You did great, Ash. And thanks for helping me with Vulpix. Maybe it'll listen now.'

Ash nodded gratefully, and stuck his hand out so she could shake it. Then they turned and made their way out onto the field, Amy's face still flushed in embarrassment, but Ash couldn't trust himself to speak.

Gary and Paul were standing in the middle of the slightly smoking, blackened field, and Ash wondered detachedly how the school were going to get it cleaned up for the next day. He was avoiding looking at Gary – the man could hardly contain his glee, and from the satisfied expression on his face he wasn't going to let Ash forget this one. Ever. Paul was standing a few feet away looking frankly disgusted by the openly gloating look on Gary's face, his arms crossed sullenly.

'Well, Ashy-boy,' Gary drawled, barely able to keep himself from cackling in satisfaction as Ash drew near. 'I think you've officially sealed your status as a loser. Champion Ash, loosing to Gary Oak of all people!' He sighed theatrically. 'Who would believe it?'

Ash blinked, his outward appearance giving no sign of his inward turmoil, and he had to clamp his mouth shut to refrain from defending himself.

'Congratulations, Gary,' he said in a cold, formal voice, staring straight over his taller rival's head instead of looking into those cold blue eyes. He turned to Paul, a fraction of a smile appearing on his face. 'Great job, Paul.'

His friend responded with a ghost of a nod, his eyes saying everything. Ash turned and gave Amy a last smile, Paul honoring her with a curt jerk of his head, and the two friends made to exit the field together.

'Wait!' Gary floundered, incensed as he made to chase them. 'You can't leave yet!'

Ash spun on his field to face his defeater, his temper threatening to overwhelm him. 'Why?' he said rudely through clenched teeth.

Gary slid to a stop, smirking as he crossed his arms. 'Cause I'm not done with you!'

Ash snapped. 'What else do you want, Gary?' he shouted, fury bubbling through his veins as he lost control of his composure. 'You beat me. You're the winner. You're the best,' he spat. 'Are you happy now?'

Gary cocked an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction as he allowed Ash's words to echo into the silence. 'Yes,' he eventually purred gloatingly. 'Now I'm happy.'

Ash let out a furious snarl and stalked away, pushing through the low bushes and trees. He just wanted to get away before he ended up socking Gary in the face and having his Champion title revoked for being a bad loser.

'Wait up, Ash.'

Ash scowled but allowed the older teen to fall into step beside him, avoiding his eye. Ash was grateful to his friend for trying to even the playing field but he really wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone, let alone on of his defeaters – albeit a reluctant one. But Ash had to admit – Paul might not say an awful lot but at times like these his stoic silences were somewhat comforting.

Ash was already regretting letting his temper get the best of him. He'd handed his rival another chance to gloat, and given Gary the satisfaction of knowing the loss wrangled him. Ash hated to lose at the best of times, but losing to Gary was something that he hadn't had to deal with in a long time. He'd forgotten how much it sucked.

How could I lose? Ash thought despondently. If only I'd gotten a decent partner…if only Gary had gotten Amy and I'd gotten Paul…if only I could throttle that stupid, stuck up prick…

A voice interrupted his thoughts. 'Remember, you're still the Champion. And you got the girl.'

Ash stopped suddenly, turning to face his quiet friend in amazement. Another good thing about Paul – when he did say something, it always hit the mark.

Ash felt the weight in his chest lessen ever so slightly as he glanced over to the field where Misty was battling. She looked…well, radiant, just like she always did when she was battling. Ash remembered how he'd got rid of Gary, of all people, for her, and how happy she'd looked, and how she'd hugged him…

And for once in his life, he didn't try to deny that he had the girl, because he was proud to have her. And that thought alone was enough to lessen the hurt of any loss.

'Yeah,' Ash smiled quietly. I guess I do.

Paul grinned properly at that. 'Come on, let's go to lunch. Drew can catch up later.'

*****

Misty was hardly listening to Ritchie's words of congratulations. After the battle May had wandered off to watch the end of Drew's battle – the brunette had insisted she was supporting him for Dawn's sake, but Misty hadn't fallen for that for a second – and Misty had stayed behind to catch up a little with Ash's old Indigo League rival. Naturally she'd seen Ritchie a lot since her arrival at Pokemon High and though she'd spoken to him several times she'd never had the chance to share a proper conversation with him. He'd improved a lot since she'd last seen him back in the Whirl Islands, but soon into the match it became clear to her that he hadn't progressed with quite as much speed as his old raven haired challenger. He still, however, gave his Pokemon ridiculous nicknames, and Misty had to admit – he wasn't bad looking. Or maybe it was just his rather eerie similarity to Ash that she noticed.

But Misty was now regretting she'd ever stopped to talk to him for so long, as she was barely able to force herself to listen. Her mind was still back on the battle, her stomach clenched in worry.

Ritchie seemed to sense that she wasn't quite up to a conversation and kindly bid her goodbye, offering a last word of admiration for her performance. Misty smiled back, thanking him for his kind words that she knew she didn't deserve.

As Ritchie left the battle field with his partner, Misty decided to go and find May instead of stewing over the failures of the battle. She'd seen Ash leave earlier with Paul, and she was keen to catch up with him and question him about his own clash. Sloping over to the Trainer platform, she retrieved her backpack and was about to go in search of her friends when a cool voice interrupted her.

'Pathetic, Waterflower.'

Misty froze, wheeling around with the instant intention of destroying whoever it was who had the guts to call her pathetic. She started when she realized who it was, momentarily forgetting her annoyance.

'Daisy?' she questioned in astonishment. She'd hardly spared a thought on Gary's arrogant sister since their confrontation on Misty's first day, though she had been interested to find out if Drew and Dawn could beat her. It was only now occurring to her how strange it was that after such a hostile first encounter, this girl should have left her alone for so long.

'Oh, I'm honored – the Cerulean City Gym Leader remembers my name!' Daisy mocked dramatically. 'Of course, if you actually deserved that title, I wouldn't be calling you pathetic, would I?'

Misty flinched, staring backwards at the unexpected sharpness. Misty was one tough cookie but there was something about Daisy that made her nervous. But before she could get her own verbal offensive in order, the brunette continued.

'You might have won this little battle but you're gonna crash and burn in the Double Team Tournament.'

Misty snorted, ignoring the doubt clawing at her insides. Was that really the best Daisy could come up with? 'That's what you think,' she shrugged easily, turning away.

'That's what I know, Mist.' Misty froze at the use of that name, turning back to the silently gloating girl. There was something about her quietly malevolent tone that made Misty shiver.

'You were lucky to win this one, and you know it. You're Pokemon are so exceptionally poorly trained that they can't handle a challenge, or anything out of the ordinary. I was watching your battle. I saw Gyarados refuse to work with May's Venosaur. I saw Starmie shy away from Glaceon – only that laughable excuse for a Psyduck consented to work with Blaziken, but that's only because it's too thick to tell the difference between types. It could be your clone,' May smirked, arching an eyebrow. 'What are you going to do now that you're strongest Pokemon can't work with Types other than Water? How do ever propose to survive in a double battle if your Pokemon are more nervous of their partner than of the opposition? If that's the curse of being a Gym Leader, then I'm glad I'll never be settling for that lame title.'

Misty gulped. She'd been hoping no one outside of the battle had noticed her problems with her Pokemon. It was something that perhaps with hindsight, she should have expected. After several years of nothing but Gym battles on a Water field, and no company except for other Water Types, it was no wonder that her Pokemon were nervous. May hadn't said a word about it during the battle, subtly hatching a plan that allowed Misty's Pokemon to work independently without diminishing Misty's importance on their small team. And Misty had pulled her weight all right, pushing her Pokemon harder than usual to try and hide their skittishness.

Misty opened her mouth to furiously defend her Pokemon but the weight of doubt was too overwhelming. She knew she should be defending herself, or simply beating this girl to a pulp, but her usual indomitable self confidence was rattled.

'And then of course there's Ash…' Daisy said lightly, seeing Misty's rare weakness and pressing her advantage.

Misty's hackles rose instantly. 'What about him?' she snapped a little too quickly, balling her fists. How come Daisy just had to drag Ash into this?

'Oohhh, touched a nerve, didn't I?' the brunette purred dangerously.

Misty knew she had to get away before this got any more dangerous but her feet were rooted to the ground. Daisy was like a snake stalking its next victim, her eyes hypnotic and malicious.

'You don't know anything,' Misty bluffed, too distressed to come up with a better comeback.

'Oh but I do, Misty,' Daisy crooned sweetly. 'I know all about you.' Misty's face must have shown some of her confusion, because the brunette had the nerve to laugh softly in her face. 'Everyone knows, Misty. You didn't think you were that good, did you? Everyone except Ashy-boy. You're lucky he's a bit…slow on the uptake. And we both know why you work so hard to keep it a secret from him.' Daisy smiled poisonously. 'Because he'd run away screaming if he knew.'

Misty flushed, her stomach lurching sickeningly but she ignored Daisy's victorious smirk. 'Then how come he asked me to the dance?' she shot back, crossing her arms. Let Daisy get around that.

Daisy cocked an eyebrow. 'Asking you as a friend doesn't mean anything, and you know it.'

Misty swallowed a lump in her throat, slumping inwardly. She had no reason to be afraid of this girl, no reason to believe her vicious lies, no reason to believe anything she said. But before she could reply, Daisy continued relentlessly.

'Don't be surprised when Ash-boy leaves you in the dust, Missy. You'll never mean anything to him, and you know it. Just a best friend. A has-been. Nothing more. And I promise you – by the time the Double Team League comes around you'll be history, and I'll be the one…congratulating Ash when he wins.'

Misty pushed away that entirely disgusting image, hard. She drew herself up to her full height, glaring with flashing eyes into the cold blue depths in front of her. Daisy had crossed the line so far it was now nothing but a speck in the distance. Nobody got the best of Misty Waterflower. Not when Ash was concerned.

'Is that a challenge Oak?' Misty said in a low voice. Daisy raised an eyebrow 'Well, I think I might have the advantage, being his best friend and having him as a partner for the dance.' She stepped a little closer to the taller girl, her voice dropping dangerously. 'Stay away from Ash, Daisy, and you can keep your creeper of a brother away as well. You're not going to hurt Ash if I have anything to do with it. And I look forward to destroying you in a battle someday, when you get the guts to challenge me.' Misty shook her head, smiling in malevolent mock disbelief. 'You have no idea who you're messing with, Daisy, so you'd better watch your back.'

And with a last disdainful look at the gaping girl, Misty turned on her heel and stalked away.

May and Dawn were watching her as she came closer, Drew hovering close by with a fake look of disinterest on his face. Dawn's bright victory smile faded as she read Misty's murderous expression.

'Er – what was that all about?' May questioned timidly, somewhat unnerved as Misty cracked her knuckles threateningly.

'Nothing,' Misty hissed through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to death glare Daisy as she walked away. 'Let's go,' the redhead said abruptly, turning on her heel and making a beeline for the door, leaving her two friends trailing in her wake, and a narrow eyed Drew watching her go.

*****

Wow, finished! Love this chapter!

Please, take a moment to appreciate how much effort and research went into this.

And then review! Seriously, there will be at least one more major double battle so I need your feedback, as they are far more complex to write than normal battles. The battle style is a combination of anime and game moves with a touch of realism, so I hope it comes across as plausible. And I love Charizard, in case you hadn't noticed. And don't worry, the problems with Misty's Pokemon are just an AAML plot device, as you will see in the next chapter. Thank you, and please tell me what you think!

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Song Inspiration: Remember The Name by Fort Minor. Again, not for kids, but a true Ash song.

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