The Waters That Could Chase

by Billabong2011

A Pokemon story based on a character entirely of my own creation who will face almost every character, Pokemon, region, legend, enemy and challenge that has existed in the history of the series. - Rated M for future chapters sexual content, language, adult themes, violence

35. Fall Apart: Hold My Hand

A/N: MORE PHIPHER, MORE PHIPHER! Guys, I really hope you'll love Phipher like I do. I can't wait for you to actually get to know him...

-Fallon

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Variation #1: "Fall Apart"

35. Hold My Hand

"Skinny…"

"Phipher," She mocked him, rolling her eyes at his indignation.

"Would you take me seriously for a minute?"

"Is there any other way to take you?" She retorted. He glowered at her.

"Your pride is going to be your downfall one of these days," He shook his head, exasperated. "Why can't you see that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm getting a lot of bullshit on this line," She stormed away from him, putting her finger to her ear as though she were caught on her Xtransreceiver. "Please leave a message after the bee-"

But she was interrupted, then, by an explosion of ash and dust and rock that blew her from one end of the clearing to the other, felling her beside the handsome stranger – no, friend, she thought through gritted teeth – who struggled to right himself after the fall. Blinking away the cloud of uncertainty, she could make out shadows against the haze, outlines of people, angry voices permeating the edge of her mind, inhumane cracks and whips and pops of energy razing the air.

"Skinny, are you alright?" Phipher's voice broke – such a rare thing to hear – as he knelt before her, looking her over for any injuries, eyes widening in horror. Just how bad did she look after that, anyway?

"I'm fine," She shook his hand off her shoulder, unfazed by the violent interruption, still angry at the stubborn trainer for trying to keep her from chasing her dreams. Who did he think he was, anyway? Her father?

"You."

It was a hiss, a slithering purr from halfway across the wooded lea that snaked its way up her spine, a voice that she would know anywhere, no matter how far from home she strayed.

It was the voice that still haunted her every night in her dreams.

She wasn't sure how or when Phipher brought her to her feet with those impossibly strong arms, but she relished the feeling of the warmth of his hand as she faced her demons, day breaking just above the trees.