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OuchShipping – Skitty & Wailord (T)
"We've been hit! We've been hit!"
Panic swept through the passengers as another great shudder rippled down Jack's large body. His eyes screwed shut against the pain as the object dug deeper into his flesh, releasing a murky cloud of blood into the numbingly cold water.
Straining to keep his head despite the growing panic, he heard the crew shout amongst themselves.
"Go keep everyone calm—"
"Women and children first! Women and children—"
"—and send out an SOS, we need backup—"
"What'd we hit, crewman? For the love of Mew, tell me it's not an iceberg."
"N-no, sir, it's not an iceberg."
"Thank heavens."
"It's a UFO, sir."
A shrill scream was suddenly silenced by the sound of a spectacular splash.
"… A UFO."
"Yes, sir."
"You're telling me that a UFO just happened to be floating in the Atlantic, right in the path of our whale."
"Yes, sir."
"You're fired. Jones, take the helm. I need to find myself a change of pants."
Jack's eyes fluttered. He could feel the strength starting to drain away. He felt himself sinking as his once-frantic fin movements slowed to a weary, feeble effort. So … tired …
"Jack!" cried a familiar voice.
His heart leapt at the sound.
"I'm coming, Jack! Move, you—"
"Lady, we need you to get into a lifeboat with the rest of the passengers—"
"Let me through!" Soft, tiny paws padded over towards the very tip of his head, in spite of the captain's shouts. "Jack, oh Jack! Stay with us, please, Jack! Say something!"
"Ow," he moaned.
"Jack! Don't give up, Jack. Even if you sink and die, I'll go down with you. Because without you, my heart won't go on!"
"Thanks, Rose," he rumbled weakly.
"But really, Jack. I want you to live. I want to travel with you back and forth across the Atlantic, or wherever else you'd want to go. I want to get married to you and maybe even raise a family of our own. And don't worry, we'd work the physical technicalities out."
"Rose," he said, amidst the shouts and screams and swearing, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you with all my hundreds of pounds of heart. And I would never, ever crush you, especially if you'd decide to be on top of it for once." He sighed. "But alas, our lives aren't going to continue much longer. It would take a miracle otherwise."
"Oh, Jack," she sobbed, burying her fuzzy face into his blubbery skin.
At the opposite end of Jack's body – that is, the portion farthest from his head that hadn't yet been swallowed up in water – a Gardevoir's eyes snapped open. "Finally!" she muttered, starting to glow. "All this dramatic noise was ruining my concentration …"
And everything within the nearest five acres vanished into thin air.
Kansas had seen everything. Its landscape, or rather what passes for a landscape, has been ravaged by countless tornados. It has seen entire towns disappear from its dusty surface. It watches civilizations of wheat wither and die, although nobody cares because wheat civilizations, like their human counterparts, are incredibly uninteresting.
Kansas had, in fact, been of the opinion that it would no longer be surprised by anything, barring the sudden midair appearance of a bleeding Wailord, a damaged UFO, hundreds of passenger and crew Pokemon, and millions of gallons of salt water.
Well …
"Yes, I'm alright," Jack repeated, although the bustling Chansey medics cheerfully ignored him.
Something small nuzzled against his side. Twisting ever so slightly, he looked downwards and smiled to see Rose beaming back up at him.
"Rose," he asked, "will you marry me?"
The Skitty burst into tears again, though they were tears of joy this time. "Yes, Jack," she cried, "oh yes, I will!"
And they kissed as well as they could, there among the flashing lights of ambulances and news broadcasts and the protests of a disgruntled Clefable being led from the wreckage by government officials.
And they all lived happily ever after.
