Okay. Don't get flustered over Tianna, nothing major will happen with her, I promise. She's just a place to stay for now, and jobs for our troubled heroes. This part may end up not so depressing. I dunno. Let's find out. Oh, and one thing, this is too intense for them to be like 10 and 12. They're older folks. In fact, I made them 5 years older from what I believe they were at the start. So lets say that Jessie and James were 18 and 17 respectively, Ash was 10, Misty was 12, and Brock was 14. Now, if I was 14, I wouldn't hang around with a 10 year old mind you, but he just seemed older and more hormonal to me. And that would make him 19 at this point. Not yet legally able to booze out. All in all, this takes place later than the series as of now for damn sure. but then again Ash's pokemon aren't evolved. I dunno. Let's assume they're all dumbasses and leave it at that.
Part II- Seconds Left in Eternity
Who's going with him? the paramedic grunted as he ran up to the group. The helicopter had landed in a clearing that was really a dried up lake. It was about a ten minute walk away, but it was as close as they could get.
Brock stretched his arm out towards Misty and blinked a couple of tears away. He shook he wanted her to go with him so badly. Misty turned to Ash for a split second, and everything in his eyes told her that she had to go.
I'm going with him, Misty told the paramedic.
All right, the paramedic said, you're going to have to be fast.
The paramedic with him loaded Brock onto the stretcher with caution, then they took off like bats out of hell carrying him to the chopper. Misty had a difficult time keeping up even though she had no burdens to speak of.
The others chased the stretcher right along with her, the two sisters being the least adept at running didn't arrive until the helicopter had already taken flight. Misty held Brock's hand inside the helicopter, and all watched as it became a dot pressed against the afternoon sky.
That guy is cute, Kirrana sighed, I hope he lives.
Tianna slapped her across the head, hard. What a shallow thing to say!
Kirrana rolled her eyes while rubbing the spot where she was whacked.
Get out of here, Tianna ordered.
Kirrana snapped, bowing and then stalking off towards the forest.
Won't she get hurt or something? James asked, blatantly puzzled.
Good thing if she does, Tianna snorted.
James looked away at this statement, wondering how someone who was so nice to him earlier could have quickly grown so cold. What in God's name did she do to you to make you hate her so much? He asked.
For starters, Tianna began, the anger building a fortress behind her eyes, she is a bitch! But I am too. So that can't be why I hate her. She stole my only love away from me, but hey, that's how life goes sometimes. She's way more successful than I'll ever be. She's not really a damn nurse, she's a doctor. Oh yes. But, such is fate, and I like pokemon training far better anyway.
Then why do you hate her?
Because she's so damn heartless! She doesn't care about anything!
She cared enough about a stranger to go and get you to help, Ash butted in.
Tianna grumbled, well, she didn't care enough about our little brother to dive in a lake and save him. I came about five minutes too late after I heard the screaming. Damn our mother for not making the cabin closer to the lake. I'm not a runner, you know.
Silence.
Let's get to the hospital, Ash interjected. I've never flown off of this island before though.
Me neither, Tianna shrugged. Let's go.
The three (four, if you count pikachu) traveled on dragonite mostly because he could handle it. He couldn't fly as quickly as he could with only one, but he was still faster then almost all other flying pokemon.
Tianna began to ask as they were flying over the west most shore of Johto, what were Brock's pokemon that were gonna jack up mine anyway?
Ash tried to recall, then found it easy. Oh, he has a redian that knows ice punch, and for your seadra, he has a mereep. A good one. And for your ampharos--
Onix or geodude, Tianna laughed. I suppose he has me worked, if his pokemon's levels are high enough.
Ash shrugged and continued watching the landscape pass. Pikachu sat on Ash's shoulder (holding on tightly, of course) and enjoyed every minute of it. Ash didn't think that pikachu doubted that Brock would live for one second.
James was watching the landscape pass as well, but with none of the excitement as he had before. It all passed as an unpleasant blur as Brock's condition reminded him of nothing but Jessie, and it was a looong flight to the mainland.
James shouted abruptly, all of Team Rocket is gonna pay for this!
Dragonite startled, and Tianna calmed him down.
she blinked, you don't wanna fall to the ground now.
James shook.
Ash put a hand on James' shoulder and pursed his lips. They will pay James, he assured, but we have to take things one step at a time. Right now we're going to see Brock. I doubt Team Rocket will mess with us on the mainland. They could, but I just doubt it. We couldn't be that important to them.
James nodded, thank you, he stammered, for being patient with me, and helping me although I was nothing but trouble for you.
Ash laughed, putting his hand behind his head nervously. You guys never did anything that bad anyway. And besides, you saved all our lives on the Indigo Plateau.
But I feel bad, James bit his lip, his eyes misting, because sometimes I regret it. I would do it again if I had the chance, but sometimes, sometimes--
You think Jessie would still be alive if you hadn't done it, ne?
James nodded.
Ash patted his back. If it was Misty's life on the line, I'd feel the same way. Trust me.
James looked at Ash with a shocked expression. You mean--
Ash shook his head ashamedly, I do love her. And she loves me. At least that's what she told me. I wonder if she really does love Brock after tonight.
James scratched his chin and looked down at the landscape again. That's sad.
I know it, Ash pensively stated.
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The messenger wondered why he had to send the other away. He was lonely as he and his pidgeot traversed the great ocean to reach the mainland. Why was it best again? But that didn't matter now. He was following the dragonite, but could not keep up. He could at least see it in the distance, as it could not go full speed because it was carrying three people.
The messenger was pushing pidgeot to its limits, and he was glad he didn't weigh much.
Justa little further, the messenger assured his pidgeot as he saw the dragonite begin to descend for landing. Then you'll get a nice long rest.
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We're almost there, the paramedic said, looking at Misty. Only a few minutes more. Tell him to hang on a little longer and there will be help.
Misty squeezed Brock's hand and looked into his eyes with concern.
At least, Brock weakly smiled, at least if I die now, I'll die a happy man.
You're not going to die now, Misty stumbled over the words, gripping his hand tighter, you have your whole life ahead of you.
Brock's weak happiness suddenly faded. Misty love, he coughed, have you ever seen the play Les Miserables?
Misty replied, her face turning white as Brock's grip loosened from her own.
Brock smiled again, but unhappily. There's this poor girl who's in love with a guy in the play, but the guy loves this pretty rich girl. Well, the poor girl is about to die, so the guy kisses her, and promises her that he'll kiss her on New Year's, even though he know's she's going to die.
Misty could see where his story was going, but she shook her head adamantly, and was about to deny that that was the case here before being interrupted.
Brock continued before Misty could interject, she did die happy. And the guy ended up with the girl that he really loved.
But I do love you, Misty insisted. I'm not lying--
If you loved me you would have said that we have our whole lives ahead of us. You don't intend on being with me forever, and I know it.
I didn't mean anything like that when I said that!
Brock just breathed deeply, and turned his head away from her, closing his eyes. She continued to hold his hand. His hair was dirty from falling and lying in the dirt so long. He had scratches along his jaw line, along with a huge purple bruise. His arm had several cuts and appeared to be broken. His clothes were torn and dirty from the sides. His lips were parted slightly, his teeth and tongue showing as he fought the pain that wracked him, and tiny drops of sweat formed at the base of his hairline from the struggle. His breathing was very labored, and Misty brought her cheek to touch his as the helicopter began to land.
I would kill myself if you died now, Misty whispered into his ear. She could never live with herself if he died unhappy on her account. She would pretend to love him and even give up on her dreams with Ash if it meant that Brock would live.
Brock fell hard and quickly into sleep. It was a feverish sleep, brought on by being in the last leg of life. He felt like hell physically, and his mind was a fair match.
Just get over her if you live, his mind ordered him. Someone else will want you. You will be happy with someone else.
But no one else does want me, he answered his mind. And even if they did, she's Misty.
You're in denial Brock, you could have had something with Professor Ivy. But you clung to this silly dream. It's a fantasy. She doesn't love you.
I know.
It will never be. Her heart belongs to another. Don't you understand?
I understand.
Then if you live, will you try and find love elsewhere?
No.
His mind was stunned. It was a one sided conversation, but he couldn't answer himself for quite a while.
Why not? His mind started up again.
Because I'd rather die.
His dream then diminished from this conversation and he found himself in a room in some sort of cottage in the forest. Rain beat upon the window, and all that could be seen outside of it was acres of damp and fantastic pine trees, and rolling clouds of a silvery gray which deepened to a spooky black in the center. He was drinking tea with a woman. She wasn't Misty. She was more beautiful than Misty in a picturesque sort of way. Her skin was more colorless than an albino, and her eyes were a sparkling green. Her hair was perfectly bouncy and gorgeous and white, and she sipped tea with her pure white lips while never taking her gaze off of Brock.
Who are you? Brock asked her.
she replied. Queen of ice.
It is you that I love? Brock asked.
Simalla replied. But I am always cold. I can't be warm--here, feel my hand.
She pressed her hand against Brock's cheek, and he felt nothing but ice.
It's ice, he stated the obvious.
she glared, ice and nothingness. Stay here, and be in the company of ice and nothingness. If you die, you will have nothing more. But some call that rest. You'll never have to deal with life's pressures ever again. But you will also feel none of its gifts. But then again, for most, the pain is truly unbearable to return to.
Brock grabbed his tea cup again, pondering the option he was given. Death might be eternal void for all he knew, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with the void in his heart.
Choose quickly, Simalla pressured him, for these are decisions where your first impulse is best.
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Everyone had arrived at the hospital in time to watch Brock lay in deep slumber. His face looked as if all his stress and worry had been removed. It was almost angelic, though bruised as he was, his eyelashes pressed lightly against the tops of his cheeks, and his lips so gently parted so he could breathe. His arm was draped across his chest as if he was comforting himself, making him look boyish, and it also added an element of sadness to the entire room.
Misty had her fist near her mouth, and Ash had his arm around her waist. He knew she was blaming herself, but even though he knew he was still acting angry with her, he didn't want to lose two friends all at once. He had to be sweet to her at this point. She'd dragged Brock through the mud a long way, but Ash believed that she was finally showing some maturity in her actions. It would have been selfishness if she refused to let Brock believe he was loved in his dying hour, but it would open up a whole new can of worms if he lived.
Ash whispered into her ear.
Misty responded, her heart skipping a beat.
What if he lives? Ash closed his eyes. Are you going to break his heart?
Misty's eyes misted, and she looked at Ash with more intensity than she had ever looked at him with before. I won't, she affirmed, I love you more than anything, but I'll be with him. I brought it upon myself and--
But that's not fair to him either, Ash looked back at her.
It's not, she acknowledged.
Ash took Misty's hand and kept looking at Brock as he lye on the bed. Team Rocket had taken one too many of their group's best friends already. He wasn't willing to give up another. He didn't know how he could fight, but he would try. The doctors had said that Brock might need a kidney transplant if it came down to surgery. Ash would donate, if he was compatible. If Brock needed blood, he would give. Anything if Brock would just live a while longer, to find the love that he had truly always wanted.
Night drew nearer as the hours went on without sign from Brock. Misty and Ash went to the hospital cafeteria for dinner, which was simple since it was on the same floor, the fifteenth floor, and promised James and Tianna that they would bring something back for them.
Tianna felt a little out of place in the hospital with some guy she'd recently met and insulted, but she thought she had to make amends with him.
she told the sleeping man, as close to his ear as she dared, I'm sorry for doubting you. If I could do it again, I'd tell my m--the gym leader to shove it up her ass if she didn't want to let you work in the gym. You're probably better than her for sure. Don't die. I have to make it up to you.
She stepped back, and was about to regain her seat near James when the door was opened.
Tianna expected to see the doctor and sat back down. But no one seemed to have come in.
Tianna scratched her chin, noticing the open door without anyone entering the room. Some stupid kid must have opened it or something.
Tianna walked over to the entryway and closed the door again, and went to sit beside James. James had his head in his hands. He was thinking of Jessie, and didn't even bother to look up when the door was opened.
James suddenly burst, there's just too much death!
He walked over to Brock's bed and hovered over him. Live, or I swear I'll kill you! Live live live live! James' entirety began to shake, and he cried over Brock's inanimate body. You can't die, I can't take any more death!
a familiar voice called. Calm down, you'll give yourself a heart attack!
James' eyes grew wide before he even turned around to see who spoke to him. His head slowly pivoted to the direction of the voice, and he stared at its bearer for a good two minutes, doing nothing.
Tianna shouted, staring at Meowth. It's a talking Meowth! Good God, I'm having an acid flashback! But I've never taken acid! Aaaaaaah!
James dashed over to her and put a hand over her mouth.
Be quiet, he demanded, you don't want to wake up everyone in the hospital!
Bmmm mmm murr mlmminm mowmmth! Tianna shouted from behind James' palm.
I know it's a talking meowth, James said though clenched teeth. He's the only talking pokemon in the world, and he was partners with Jessie and me.
Tianna calmed down, and James removed his hand.
I wouldn't wake up anyone, Tianna insisted, it's only six o'clock you know.
James considered, it seems like everyone's always asleep in a hospital. But I guess if you could have gotten Brock to wake up that would have been good.
He does need his sleep, Tianna contradicted, he was conscious before. Rest should do him some good.
James then decided to ignore Tianna, and he dashed to Meowth and scooped him up in his arms and began to squeeze the life out of him.
Oh Meowth I missed you so much! he babbled, while streams of happy tears escaped his eyes. How'd you get away from Team Rocket?
It'sa long story, Meowth replied, gasping for air and trying to escape James' grasp. C'mon, let Meowth go and I'll tell ya!
James let Meowth go and waited patiently by him to hear what he had to say.
Meowth just looked at James. Well I ain't tellin' ya on an empty stomach!
James facevaulted. You come all this way and all you can think of is FOOD?! James shouted, picking Meowth up and shaking him roughly. Why I oughtta--
Hey, dats all you'd be thinkin' bout if ya hadn't eaten since da accident yesterday! Meowth shouted back, trying to escape once again.
James pondered this, and let Meowth down. He was about to try and catch Misty and Ash in the cafeteria, but Tianna got up and went for the door.
I'll get something for you, she shook her head, and left.
Meowth nodded, dat girl made me kinda nervous. Wherdya pick her up?
She's letting us stay at her apartment, James nodded. She's kind of a bitch sometimes, but she's been nice to me.
Yeah yeah, Meowth rolled his eyes. Now, what I was gonna tell ya was dat--
I thought you had to eat first? James asked puzzledly.
Dat was just a scheme to get rid of her, Meowth rolled his eyes again.
James exclaimed.
Meowth continued. You're gonna be happy when I explain it from the beginnin',
But they were interrupted by the most silencing sound in creation. Brock's heart monitor had gone flat, and was just one solid beep.
James described his feelings concisely.
Meowth grabbed Brock's nurse calling thingy and began shouting into it. Nurse! Nurse! He screamed.
They can't hear you it just alerts them, James said rapidly, dashing out of the room to get a doctor. However, he was chased back in quickly by a stretcher, as the monitor itself alerted the doctors immediately.
Brock was quickly placed on the stretcher and raced to some emergency room. One doctor tried to jump start his heart with electricity as the stretcher moved down the hall. James and Meowth chased after the stretcher, but were not allowed in the room. They waited outside patiently to find out what was going to happen to Brock. Although James didn't know him well, his heart raced as he worried about what the doctor would say when he returned.
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Brock still hadn't made a decision. Simalla was growing impatient.
You will have no choice if you don't choose immediately, she growled, the pupils of her eyes disappearing entirely as her anger grew.
Brock stood in decision for one more moment, and was suddenly jerked towards nothingness.
I said you had to choose immediately! It may already be too late! Simalla shouted to him. Death will take you for its own!
I want to live! Brock shouted back, tears streaming down his face.
Then you have no choice but to combat the nothingness, Simalla coldly explained. You could have avoided this before. You took too long to decide.
Brock felt he was treading nothing as he flailed, trying to get back to the cottage room. It was as if a vortex appeared in the roof and was sucking him in. He screamed with all his might as he tried to push air out of the way so he could get back to Simalla, and back to life.
he shouted, as his efforts were proving futile. Noooo! How do I fight it, Simalla! Tell me how I fight it!
Simalla casually took a sip of tea, then looked at Brock uncaringly. I don't know, she shrugged. Not many people have managed to before, and I wasn't the messenger of death that gave them the choice. It's really up to you.
Brock shouted, and knew he would have to think more quickly than he ever had in his life.
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They've opened his chest and are massaging the heart, the intern informed the two which stood outside the emergency room door. It's not looking good at this point. His injuries were just too extensive. We're just making this effort to be absolutely sure he wasn't destined to die.
James was stunned. Death wasn't unfamiliar to him, he knew it was possible, but after Jessie's demise he still wasn't used to it. All he could do was stare at the wall.
He'll live, Meowth whispered. Dis isn't right. Team Rocket ain't a bunch of moyderers.
Oh yes they are, James darkly snarled, they're a huge group of murderers.
Meowth shook his head. Now dey are. I don't know what happened. No one likes it.
How could you like DEATH? James howled at Meowth, looking at him with a wavering frown, the predecessor to crying.
Don't cry James, Meowth ordered, you're a man, remember?
A very unhappy one, he frowned even more.
Meowth looked at the floor and closed his eyes. James, what I was gonna tell you earlier was dat--
a young girl shouted, running up the hallway. She stopped in front of James and grabbed his collar. Where's Brock? What happened to him?
He's dying, James answered coldly.
Misty looked at him in stunned silence, then began to shake him. What do ya mean he's dying? What do you mean? He was dying before! How has it changed?
Ash jumped out of his skin at James' words, and shoved Misty out of the way to grab James' collar himself. What's happening? Is Brock in there?
James began to scream what was wrong. His heart stopped and they opened up his chest to massage it and he's probably going to die!
Ash dropped James collar suddenly and staggered back, leaning against the wall. He clutched his chest and his knees began to shake. He was stone.
Misty dropped to the floor and sobbed. Ash stood without moving momentarily, then his body was wracked by a huge shudder. One tear fell softly from his right eye, and as it touched his lips, hundreds more came tumbling after. James just slammed his head against the wall and sighed. Tianna stood not really knowing what to do, as well as Meowth.
Ash dropped to the ground beside Misty, and put his arms around her shoulders. Come here Misty, he cried, his voice almost indiscernible as it was muffled by sobbing. It'll be all right. He could still live.
Misty put her arms back around Ash. It felt wrong, all wrong that she should hold him so tightly as she sobbed over someone who was in love with her, but she was falling apart, and would probably have gone into cardiac arrest herself if she wasn't comforted by anyone.
she gagged she was crying so hard, I'm a terrible person, I'm a horrible, horrible bitch, oh my god there's no reason anyone should love me!
Ash patted her back, I know you've been messed up lately. But you're a wonderful person. A sweet person. Things will be normal after this, I promise you!
Misty began to hyperventilate as she tried to talk inbetween whimpers. I would give all the seconds left in eternity if he would just live! I would die right here!
I know, Ash conciliated, I would too! I would do anything!
Some other patients' relatives had left their rooms to try and quiet all the noise, but after witnessing the scene taking place, decided to turn back and go into their rooms. What could they say to two helpless young people sobbing in each other's arms?
I just want things to be normal, James moaned from his place against the wall. He smashed his head against it once more than sat cross legged with his back against it. Meowth walked up to him and put a paw on his knee.
The clamor continued, but stopped instantly as the emergency room door opened. All eyes went to the person who exited the door.
The doctor was confused as to who to go to, but seeing as Tianna was the only one still standing, he walked up to her to deliver his news.
Nothing could be detected from the doctor's expression. He was absolutely stoic, and he had the look of one battle worn to the point where he was affected by nothing. An intern followed him out, and she appeared weary, but not entirely dejected. She patted the doctor on the back as he began to tell what happened in the emergency room.
the doctor began, shaking his head. Misty gasped as she saw this, even though the doctor hadn't said anything yet. The doctor looked down at her strangely, then continued. You guys have incredible luck. None of us believed he was going to make it, but he pulled through when we were just about to give up.
Silence followed this as well, then in one great sweep, James, Ash and Misty stood up and hugged the doctor.
Oh thank you for saving his life! Misty began hyperventilating again, oh thank you thank you thank you!
When can we see him? Ash asked, and he hugged Misty as well.
James didn't say anything, but Ash and Misty hugged him as soon as they were able to let go of the doctor. The three of them continued hugging, and they didn't stop until Brock was wheeled to the recovery room.
Brock looked like hell and had a large scar on his chest, but he was alive. Deliciously alive. His breathing was weak and he wouldn't wake for hours, but he lived. Delicious, rich breath filled his lungs, even if it was aided by a machine.
Misty stayed in the recovery room with him the whole time. Only one person was allowed in with him, so the rest hung out in the cafeteria, lamenting how years were stripped from their lives from the stress they'd gone through that night. Misty held Brock's hand the whole time, and whispered into his ear how happy she was that she'd get to have more adventures with him, and how she couldn't wait until she could take him home and take care of him while he got well.
He's not out of danger yet, the doctor said, coming up behind Misty.
Misty startled, then smiled up at the doctor. But the worst is over, right?
The doctor nodded. He could, however, go back into cardiac arrest, and the chances of him surviving again are even slimmer than last time.
I'm glad you're being honest with me, Misty feebly looked up at the doctor.
The doctor nodded and went back to whatever doctor type thing he was doing previously.
Just be good and don't leave me, Misty pleaded to the sleeping Brock.
A few hours passed, and Brock once again entered the world of consciousness. He was still too out of it to realize what was going on around him as he was wheeled back into intensive care on a stretcher.
Lights, Brock thought, a subtle and fleeting realization as the hospital lights swarmed by on the hallway roof.
Yellow, he mused, as the white walls appeared yellow as mixed with the dashing of the light.
Bright, he frowned, his mouth growing dry and becoming extremely uncomfortable. He was almost dizzy enough to vomit, but was too dazed to do even that. He felt like he was being pushed through a thick mist, and breath did not come easily. His face felt awkward, and he noticed the oxygen mask covering it. He wanted to get rid of it. He felt like it was smothering him. He wanted to jump up and get the hell out of wherever he was, but didn't have the strength to do anything but move his eyes back and forth.
When the world around him had stopped again, he slowly came back into consciousness. All of his friends were hovering over him, and it appeared that they had been for a long time. He couldn't quite bring himself to talk yet, but they noticed as his eye movements became more rapid. He was alarmed by the amount of people hovering over him, and he wanted to tell them to lay off, but he could not.
he whispered hoarsely, but even saying that took a lot out of him. The oxygen mask was over his mouth, so his request was misunderstood. He wanted them all to go away. Even Misty. He wanted to be left alone as the effects of the anesthesia began to wear off. His chest began to writhe as his body thrashed against the injection made, and every heartbeat that came brought steadily increasing pain. He breathed deeply, but it was a worthless action as it was futile to stop his pain. He was given pain killers, but they were not strong enough. He squeezed Misty's hand unwillingly as he braced himself against another spasm.
he moaned, with uncontrollable tears of pain sliding from the corners of his eyes.
It's going to be all right Brock, Misty assured, smiling at him. You're going to be okay now.
Says you, he mumbled, but wasn't understood. What Misty heard was, mmus mmu.
Sorry I can't understand you, she sighed. But we can get through this.
Brock groaned and resigned himself to having to block out the world. His head felt hot and he wanted nothing more than to disappear and escape the pain, but he knew he had lived for some reason, so he would just have to deal with what was unbearable and hope it would go away eventually. He was actually experiencing emotions that he didn't know he had the spine to express. He wanted Misty to stop faking it and leave him alone. Brock had been alone and without a girlfriend most of his life helping take care of his family since his deadbeat dad wouldn't do anything, and he could stay that way now. He had his whole life to find someone, and his brush with death made him realize that that someone was probably not going to be Misty. It was a long day, and sleep did not come until the anesthesiologist gave him a huge dose of something that definitely caused drowsiness.
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Night had fallen, and all had to leave and stay in the hospital hotel for the night. They were reluctant to leave with the danger of Team Rocket out there, even though they were on the mainland, because Brock was helpless. However, because of hospital rules they had to trust in hospital security, so they rested uneasily in two two-hundred dollar a night rooms awaiting the morning when they could go and be with Brock once again.
The mainland people looked at pikachu strangely as he walked by with Ash, and knew immediately what island these travelers were from. Ash's hat was informative as well. Pikachu stayed close to Ash's leg as the mainland people creeped it out a little. No one had acted as strangely to it in its life. It was relieved as they reached their rooms.
Tianna was somehow paying for everything. She said before that she wasn't rich or successful, but she was using someone's credit card. Ash suspected that it was her sister's, but when pressed about it Tianna insisted that it was her mother's, and that her mother wouldn't mind after she called and told her the circumstances.
Tianna and Misty were to stay in the same room since they were both girls, but in the time before sleep could overtake them, Misty was in Ash's room and James was in Tianna's room. James was stretched out on the bed next to Tianna's with his head facing the television, and he blindly channel surfed while Tianna read a magazine.
The room just smelled like a hotel room. It reeked of lysol and other antibacterial agents, and of faint cigarette smoke and new car. It's hard to notice how a place smells, but the first time entering a new place, it's rather overwhelming, and Tianna breathed in the aroma deeply, as she was now associating it with sleep. James felt it as well, and the desire for sleep crept under his skin and tugged on his eyelids. Tianna put her magazine down (it was something stupid that she would never need like Home and Garden anyway, probably why the last people with the room had left it) and swung her legs over the side of the bed as if she was going to get up.
You know James, Tianna reflected, it's really nice having you around.
James blinked. Yeah, well, you've helped me not commit suicide.
Tianna walked over to the foot of James' bed where his head was while he lye down and tried to watch TV. She kneeled in front of James and took his hands, looking into his eyes. I'm really going to miss you when you're gone.
James pulled away from her hands and sat up. he winced, you're a great friend and all, but my heart still belongs to Jessie, even though she's, she's--
Tianna laughed, no no no! I just like you as a friend. After I lost my fiancee, I don't really believe in that kind of love anymore. Really.
James smiled at her. I'm sorry. That's so sad.
Tianna laughed again. It's my choice. I'm just really going to miss having a friend around, since I live alone and all.
Come here, James insisted, holding his arms out.
Tianna smiled and hugged him. I'm glad you won't feel uncomfortable around me then. I didn't know you were worried about that.
James sighed contentedly, and let Tianna go. Me too. I shouldn't have thought that we couldn't have a normal friendship anyway.
Tianna grinned, platonic all the way.
James yawned, then continued channel surfing. Tianna left to take a shower. She grimaced once in the safety of the bathroom, but she hadn't cried since she was seven, so that was as far as her gloom was going to go.
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Ash's black hair stood wild as he removed his hat. It had the normal grease as would anyone who had spent all day in a hat, and Misty found it to be very cute. He ran a hand through it, then smiled at Misty who was watching him the whole time.
Misty flushed and looked away as Ash smiled at her, and she took off her shoes. She wiggled her toes a little to stretch and air them out, and Ash found this to be very cute. She went in the bathroom and tried to get as comfortable as possible, which was hard considering she had nothing to change into. She made do as well as she could, taking off her bra and letting her hair down. She really wanted to brush her teeth, but could not. She felt awfully raunchy as she returned to sit by Ash, who was wearing an undershirt and boxers as his nightwear.
Misty was short of breath as she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, blindly flipping through channels, in a t-shirt and boxers. She envied him a little, knowing that guys always had auto-sleepwear should the need arise, but she was absolutely taken by the sight.
She stumbled into the room and stood for a moment, waiting for Ash to speak to her. He startled when he noticed that she was there, but motioned for her to come and sit with him after seeing her.
Misty sat next to him cautiously, as if he would run if she'd just flopped down next to him. The comforter of the bed was cool and foreign, and she held her breath as her hand slid across it, and she found her seat pressing right up against Ash. He turned the TV off.
Ash turned to look at her, with nothing but concern in his eyes. Misty felt like she was going to burst while she looked back at him. He took her hand and pressed his forehead against hers.
he kissed her cheek, are you really going to be with Brock now?
Misty gulped. That's not fair to ask right now, she protested, her breath becoming unsteady. You can't ask me to sacrifice my heart to someone when my true love touches me and stares me in the face.
You've been awfully poetic lately, Ash chortled fondly.
I don't want to hurt Brock, Misty affirmed, but couldn't draw herself away from Ash. I don't want to put him in any more pain.
We're just going to have to hook him up with someone, quickly.
Misty was stunned yet enticed by Ash's discourse. She'd never found him to desire her in the slightest, and now he was acting like he'd do anything to have her.
Do you love me Ash? Misty asked, this time not as afraid of what the answer would be.
Ash gulped, then kissed Misty's lips.
Misty had believed that this moment would be her moment of zen, and though she wanted to kiss Ash back with twice the ardor, she pulled away.
she cried, I love you, but I just think that I'm screwing Brock over!
Well stop Misty, Ash insisted, Brock will live.
Misty looked up with forlorn eyes. She wondered herself if she was putting on a show of caring about Brock so that her divulgence into her true desires wouldn't seem so bad, but Brock just wouldn't escape her thoughts. How could she hurt someone already in so much pain? Someone who had looked so innocent while at the same time so beaten. Someone who had cried in pure desire for her, only for her to hold his hand. Someone who had risked his life to save the one that she was about to backstab him with.
I don't know about this, Misty sputtered, I just want you, I want you so much--
Ash brought her closer to him and pressed his lips to hers. This time he met with less resistance as she returned it, gently caressing his lips with her own, allowing for enough pressure to demonstrate the passion that she truly felt for him. His hands were about to roam across her back when she pulled away again. Ash was breathing hard, as was Misty. She put her head on his shoulder, letting him feel her heart beat against his own chest.
Misty began, but weakened as Ash kissed her neck sweetly. A chill traveled down her spine and she moaned in defeat. I tried to fight it, for the record.
Of course you did, Ash agreed, pulling himself closer to Misty. His bare legs touched hers, and she all but lost it.
Misty swallowed hard, then breathed joltingly onto Ash's neck. Sweet Ash, she kissed him, dearest Ash.
Ash laid down on the bed and pulled Misty on top of him.
Misty put her hands behind Ash's neck and ran them up through his hair. He intertwined his legs with hers and ran his hands down her back. He then put his hands on her cheeks and gently brought her face from his neck and brought her face to his, kissing her lips intensely. He took a deep breath and began to kiss her again, and she was returning it, impassioned by the love that burst a hundred times with each hard, rapid beat from her tiny heart.
Good God, she shouted, then began to cry all over again. I can't do this!
We weren't going to go all the way, Ash panted. I promise, it's too soon--
Misty shook, no, no! This is just wrong. Ash, I love you, I love you. But please, can we wait to be officially together, can we wait until Brock is well, or until I know he'll be okay with this?
Misty felt that she was stabbing herself with every word that escaped from her lips. She'd waited forever to be intimate with Ash, and now she was turning him away.
It's okay, Ash affirmed, sitting up with Misty and brushing her forehead with his lips, then hugging her. I can wait for you.
Misty looked up at Ash with all the adoration in the world, and melted in his arms.
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I would have smacked ya if ya'd done anything with her, Meowth sternly proclaimed. Ya couldn't have gotten over Jessie that fast.
Well, I haven't, James choked. And you'd better quit telling me not to cry because I'm a man, because I'm still grieving.
Meowth's eyes suddenly widened, and he smacked himself on the head as if his memory was jolted harshly. Meowth looked as if he was about to burst. I gotta--
Hey James, Tianna said, coming out of the bathroom dressed in her street clothes once again. James forgot that striping down to her undies wouldn't make for appropriate sleepwear.
Hey Tianna, James nodded.
Tianna began to comb her hair with some crappy, complimentary, blue man-comb that she found in a drawer. Her long hair had become tangled when she washed it, and she was having a rough time getting them out, especially since her hair was wet. She stared at the floor while setting to her task.
James also looked at the floor, not knowing what to say while she did this.
Damn hair, Tianna frowned as she pulled hard on a particularly tangled bit. Her head throbbed when she was done from having pulled so hard.
she grumbled, teeth clenched. Stupid hair!
She hucked the comb across the room in anger. James knew then that it wasn't because she had tangled hair.
Look, I'm sorry, James frowned, but I just--
Sorry about what? Tianna laughed. I always have world war three with my stupid tangled hair. Seriously. It's a real bitch.
James shook his head. I'm going to go to my room, take a long shower, and go to sleep. Don't wait up.
I wouldn't wait up for you if wild monkeys pried my eyelids open, Tianna winked. Send Misty back over here while you're at it. I don't want to be asleep and then suddenly have her running in here, ya know?
If she'll come I will, James snorted as he left the room.
Tianna picked her comb back up from the floor.
she shouted, throwing it at the door in James' wake. I am such a stupid, stupid bitch, she told herself, and she jumped into bed with all the force of her anger. GOD I am such a dumbass!
She began punching the pillow and then whacking the headboard with it. When she was quite exhausted she lay back and grumbled.
Well I feel better, she snarled.
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James walked in on Ash and Misty--doing virtually nothing. He sighed relievedly, as he didn't have the strength to deal with anymore crap for the night. Meowth followed James and hopped on James' bed.
Nice place here, he grinned, then turned to Ash and Misty. You twerps gonna get your own room so dat Meowth can have his own bed?
Ash and Misty both blushed, and began laughing.
No no Meowth, Misty giggled, wiping two last tears from under her eyes. I'm still staying in the same room as Tianna, as much as I'd like to-- but she didn't finish. She didn't want to give Meowth or James the mental picture she could have given them with the next words.
Ash kissed her one last time, and after a moment of hand holding and staring into each other's eyes, Misty parted for her room.
Until tomorrow, she whispered, then closed the door.
Ash sat and tranced dreamily for a while, but was jarred from his fantasy by an aggravated shout.
But I want some potato chips too! James whined, trying to wrestle a snak-pak sized bag of sour cream and onion away from Meowth, who was putting up quite a fight.
You'll hog dem all if I don't eat my share first! Meowth growled, and extended his claws on his right paw.
James braced himself for attack, but Meowth's paw was stopped in mid-air by Ash's hand.
Simmer down now, Ash demanded, some people in this hotel might be trying to sleep. His stomach began to growl at the end of this statement. And geez, where'd ya get the chips? I'm starving!
Ya have a hollow leg, twerp, Meowth growled, then wrenched his paw away from Ash. But I found this bag fair and square.
Stole it more likely! Ash whined, you can't steal stuff like that!
I found it in da hospital cafeteria before we left! Meowth insisted, I didn't steal it though, some moron left it on dere plate uneaten!
Ash groaned. Well, James ate dinner. Did you?
I haven't eaten a bite, Meowth claimed.
Then you should have it, Ash declared.
But it's not fair, James began.
Yes, it is, Ash argued. Are you really that hungry?
No, but the chips sounded really good! James whined.
Tough toenails, Ash shrugged, and crawled underneath the covers of his bed. Besides, you wouldn't want me to have to settle this and eat them myself, would you?
Meowth began to fume, and jumped to the top of the room's fridge with the chips in his mouth. Ain't none of ya eatin' my chips!
Ash laughed.
James yawned, feeling like him self again--just a little bit. He showered quickly, then crawled into bed in roughly the same attire as had Ash. He turned off the light.
Good night Meowth, good night Ash, good night pikachu he called into the darkness.
G'night James, Ash yawned, good night Meowth. G'night pikachu.
pikachu replied.
But their kindness was not returned by Meowth, all they heard instead was snoring coming from the the top of the refrigerator.
That's a Meowth for you, James hmphed, and tried to get comfortable enough to sleep.
We should get him something to eat in the morning, Ash declared, then snuggled up to the pillow and let sleep take him as well.
pikachu announced, snuggling under Ash's arm for warmth. It fell asleep soon as well.
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Stiffness crept into Brock's joints when he woke. His legs and one of his arms were in casts, and although he had been through emotional hell, and his chest hurt like the fires of hell, he felt strangely collected. His brush with death helped him discover how things were going to have to be from then on, and that was that.
Time for your breakfast, a smiling face announced, walking through the door. She was a very slight woman, almost waifish in her looks, with a Roman nose and large glasses on the tip of her nose. Her teeth were big as well as her feet, and she was one of the funniest people Brock had ever met.
Aww geez, Brock griped, I have to sit up now? Get me some morphine first.
Brock pulled the blankets over his head and waited for Ryce to disappear, but it wasn't going to happen.
Now now, she lectured, you wouldn't want to start looking like me, now would you?
Oh, God no, Brock said melodramatically, I mean, me? With boobs? It just isn't happening.
Oh, but you'd learn to like them, Ryce smiled, but you'd probably never leave home.
You barely know me yet read me like a book.
All men are alike, Ryce chortled, and helped Brock to sit up. She put his tray on the holder in front of him. Brock just stared at her.
Ryce asked, you don't like fried monkey eyeball and cow brains?
Oh no, that's not it, Brock shook his head facetiously, those are my absolute favorite foods in the world. You see, it's difficult for me to eat with this spike in my arm. Brock lifted his IV. I can't eat with this block of cement on my other either.
You're letting a little thing like that stop you from eating food? Ryce blinked, her jaw dropping. Are you sure you don't have boobs under there somewhere? My brothers would have to have their mouths ripped from their faces to be disabled from eating food.
I've been having a rough week, Brock pouted, first I have to leave home from being chased by Team Rocket, and my manicurist almost died when I started breaking appointments, let me tell you. I was his best customer.
Ryce giggled, every one of her teeth showing as she grinned from ear to ear.
Not to mention that I fell off a cliff and they had to rip my chest open to revive me. I missed the Laker game and everything.
Ryce started to laugh, but stopped. Are you serious? I saw broken bones and internal bruising on your file, but I didn't get much more than that. They said you were at risk, but you seem so alert and everything--
Now don't go worrying about me, Brock laughed, hell, if you wanted to worry about me you should know that I found out that the girl I've loved for years doesn't give a rat's ass about me, and she's making off with my best friend. And I'm a gym leader on the island, and I'm not even good enough to be an apprentice at Clair's gym! Brock began to cough once again as his anger built, and his chest began to spasm in great bursts of pain.
Oh no, Ryce bit her finger, I shouldn't have riled you up! I'm so sorry!
Brock calmed down enough to talk, but all he said was morphine, pleaaase.
Ryce nodded, and went to get the anesthesiologist. For some reason Brock called all pain killers morphine. It was funny, because that's what she used to call her midol when she was still in school. She hadn't been out of school long, and that's probably why she had screwed up so badly by upsetting Brock to the point where he seemed he would die--again.
Ryce came back with the anesthesiologist, and Brock was given a shot to ease his pains. Brock calmed down soon, probably mostly from a placebo effect more than anything as the drug began to work. Ryce looked incredibly depressed and was about to leave.
Brock called to her, come back!
Ryce walked back into the room, her head hung in shame.
I'll get you assigned to a more competent nurse, she sniffled, I'm sorry.
Brock frowned, no way! When I'm well enough to take a sponge bath, I'll be very upset if you're not still my nurse!
Ryce blushed. All right. I'll give you a sponge bath, if you don't tell the doctor I nearly killed you and get me fired.
I wouldn't even think of it, Brock smiled. And I still need help with this stupid food.
Ryce laughed, I wouldn't normally, buuut, just because it's you.
All right, Brock raised his eyebrows,
Ryce grinned once again, and scooped some macaroni and cheese onto the spoon.
Here comes the marril mucus, muahahahaha!
You're into pokemon? Brock's eyes widened.
Ryce blushed again. Yeah, I know I don't even live on pokemon island, but I read stuff on them sometimes. Why? Then she smacked herself in the head. I forgot, you're a gym leader! Wow, you had to come all the way here for hospital care?
Brock admitted, I was really bad off. I needed better care than any hospital on pokemon island could give. Even better than Raul my manicurist.
Ryce chuckled and held up Brock's hand. You don't look so pampered to me, mister.
I told you, I've been missing appointments.
Ryce blinked for a minute, then went back to the food on Brock's plate.
she laughed diabolically, it's JELLO! The food that Bill Cosby will use to take over your brain! Yes folks, it's the most evil of all edibles and victuals on this planet, it's--
Brock ate it off the spoon before she could continue.
Tastes just like chicken, Brock commented.
You're a goof, Ryce said playfully, then tweaked Brock's nose.
Ryce turned around to look in the doorway, though she didn't want to. It was the head nurse.
WHAT are you doing? You have other patients to attend to! she shouted.
Ryce twiddled her fingers, he needed help eating and all and I didn't think I should tell him no cause it would be BAD if he couldn't eat and please don't kill me please please please!
It's true, Brock confessed, I coerced her into it, jail me if you must, throw me in the barracks if you will, but the girl is innocent I tell you, innocent!
The head nurse was not amused. Get out of here, she sighed in defeat, he has visitors.
Ryce said, stumbling onto the floor. Then they can help him eat.
Bye Ryce, Brock said forlornly.
Ryce began, wide eyed, bye Brock!
Both Ryce and the head nurse left so that Brock's visitors could enter.
I am back! Brock grinned to himself before they came in, I am the flirt master!
Brock's visitors entered. They were none other than Ash and Misty and James and Tianna and Meowth and pikachu.
Aren't there too many of you for this little room? Brock grunted.
Tianna scoffed, this room ain't little, my mom's credit card got you this single and you'd better not be callin' it small!
It's just small compared to some things, Brock lolled.
Tianna and James laughed, but everyone else didn't really find the comment humorous at the time.
Are you okay Brock? Misty asked, extremely concerned about his welfare.
Brock began, they have me hepped up on some straight strong dope here, so I'm feelin' pretty good. Come back in a couple of hours if you want some Brockian angst.
Ash cracked a smile, but Misty felt rather estranged. It was good and all that he wasn't in the deepest pit of despair over her, but it was also a little rough on her self-esteem. She decided that maybe he still believed that she loved him.
Misty took his hand, I'll be here with you day and night until you can come home.
Get off it, Brock rolled his eyes, you can't wait to get back to that hotel with Ash-y poo I bet. So just lay off the head games, man, lay off the head games.
Misty stepped back. Brock was obviously hepped up' as he put it, but he was stating the truth because of it. Misty was relieved and all, but it was still also a little rough on the ego.
Hey Brock! James interjected, I brought you some jolly ranchers and a half-eaten candy bar. You can blame Meowth for that one.
It was nothin', really, Meowth insisted.
Brock proclaimed.
Ash and Misty looked at each other. Misty had an eyebrow raised, and Ash just shrugged.
You know, Brock flippantly began, chicks are gonna want me when I'm rollin' around in a wheelchair, because they like guys in distress. I swear it's true.
Misty scratched the back of her head. Brock watched her in silence.
Ah, but who am I kidding! He wept, having one huge mood swing. Misty, what does Ash-y poo have that I haven't got, huh? I mean, I'm taller, buffer, darker, and hot damn I'm a helluva lot sexier! What's the problem here?
Calm down Brock, Misty advised, the drugs are talking here.
Brock admitted, and now, I'ma little sleepy.
You just rest, Misty sighed, and wiped the tears from Brock's face. She hoped that whatever drug they had given him they would never give him again.
Brock sniffed, rest. Mmmm. He wanted more of whatever it was he was given.
Brock fell asleep clutching Misty's hand to his face. Her hand was still wet from his tears when she pulled away.
What did they give him? James boggled,
I think it's a combination of being hopped up and of being really, really stressed out, Ash mused. I mean, come on. When have any of you had more problems at once?
James frowned, my true love died oh, about two days ago.
Ash could have spiked himself through the nads with a spork for that statement. was all he could manage to say.
It's all right, James shrugged, after all, I'm still in denial, the real trauma probably won't hit for another week. I'm still alive, after all.
Don't say that, James, Ash pleaded. You're going to get through this.
Only if we soon run out of Nyquil, he joked, but it just caused him to start crying too. Oh Jessie! Oh Jessie! I want you back! You can't be gone!
Death by Nyquil? Meowth pondered. You're a weird one, James.
Tianna put her arms around James, and Meowth crawled up onto his knee.
Meowth tried to comfort, it's all right, we're togetha now, you'll just have to bide your time until you can see Jessie again.
James snorted. What kind of comfort is that? I'll see her when I'm dead?
Meowth stared at James blankly.
No James, Tianna assured, death isn't the answer to this. You just need to mourn for a while. Get it out of your system.
And how long should that be? James coughed, still sobbing. Should I be over her tomorrow? Next week?
No no, Tianna shook her head, oh no, it could take years, depending on how attached to her you were. But that doesn't mean you have to die. I mean, how old are you?
he replied.
You're old! Misty said, uncontrollably.
Well, just how old are you? James frowned. You're gonna be here soon enough.
Misty chortled, when you're seventeen, twenty-four just seems a long way off.
But it's not, James said. Oh, I assure you, dentures and hair plugs are just around the corner.
The bickering continued for a bit, and James dried his tears. He really was in denial still, but Meowth didn't seem to understand that for some reason. He was about to ask Meowth why he was so collected still, but didn't get the chance to because the doctor walked in.
Ash asked. How is he?
the doctor stated blandly. In fact, he's recovering quite nicely. In a couple of weeks he'll be ready to go home. He'll have to be in a wheelchair for a good part of a month, of course, but he'll be ready to leave the hospital.
Thank goodness! Misty relievedly clasped her hands, and thank you doctor! Thank you so much!
The doctor merely shrugged, and left to go about his business.
Brock slept like a spud-forsaken rock, and a nurse came in and put his oxygen mask back on shortly afterward.
she shook her head, he keeps taking this off now that he can. I didn't even know he was supposed to have it this morning he seemed so alert.
Ash raised an eyebrow. What kind of a nurse didn't know what the patients assigned to them needed? He hoped he wouldn't need to be hospitalized any time soon.
The nurse looked at Brock as if she was terribly concerned about him. She stood over him for a minute after he had his mask on just watching him breathe. She was making the others in the room uncomfortable, but she suddenly shook her head and left the room. He appears to be breathing correctly, she muttered, trying to cover her ass for acting so strangely.
Ash shook his head. Geez, we oughtta get Brock out of here.
Misty sighed. It's going to be two weeks.
Ash grumbled. What are we going to do here for two weeks with no clothes? We're going to have to make a trip back to the mainland.
We'd have to go to Blackthorn, Misty argued, and we don't have any clothes there either. We can't go home. We're in danger there.
Ash tried to think of a solution, but his brain just wasn't working for him at that time.
I'll tell you what we're doing, Tianna interposed, grinning widely. We're going shopping! We need clothes, and food, and pajamas, and--
With what money? Ash looked up at her cynically.
Tianna pulled out her wallet from her back pocket, then dug around in it and flashed a green card in front of Ash's face. P-l-a-s-tick. Plastic is our savior! She gloated.
You're mom's gonna KILL you, Misty said as her eyes widened and her shopping gene caused her to nearly drool.
Tianna smirked, I'll call her and tell her allllllll about this and make it alllllll better, and we can go on a spree!
Misty's eyes began to sparkle. Shopping on the mainland! Ooh, I could use some perfume, and a new dress!
And mommy's paying, Tianna cackled, let's get the most expensive dresses we can possibly find! Whoppee! And it's a check card so I can get some cash out so the men can go and buy their boring stuff while we get the cool stuff.
Misty clasped her hands together. Let's go!
The day was young, and the clothes really were needed immediately. Tianna and Misty went off to look at every article of feminine clothing ever invented, and Ash and James were assigned to get their clothes for the next two weeks, pajamas and food.
They met again back at the hotel to drop their stuff off. James had a grocery bag and Ash carried a bag from the local Sears, and Meowth carried a bag of candy, and Pikachu carried a bottle of ketchup. The boys hucked their bags down on their respective beds and acted exhausted.
Oh man do I hate shopping, Ash groaned, lying across his bed sideways with his legs dangling off because he was too lazy to move the bag.
You said it, James agreed, tearing into his bag and pulling out a bag of chips. A jumbo king sized bag. He ripped into it immediately, even though they had just eaten lunch an hour earlier. he sighed with satisfaction, my absolute favorite.
Shoppin' ain't so bad, Meowth decreed, bitting into an Abba Zabba. I mean, we get food out of it.
Pikachu professed with mirth, licking the ketchup from the top of its squeeze bottle.
Ha ha ha! Ash laughed at pikachu. You enjoying that?
pikachu smiled.
A couple more hours passed, and the girls' butts came home.
Misty shouted.
Ash and James got up and opened the door, only to come face to face with an overabundance of bags. They both took some from the burdened women, and James opened the door to their room. They hucked everything onto the bed, as had Ash and James, but immediately began to take everything out and show them to the boys.
James and Ash tried to quickly learn to sleep with their eyes open as they had to wait for each article of clothing to be tried on and showcased in front of them. They said little except and looks good! during that time, until Ash looked out the window.
It's getting late! Ash boggled as he watched the sun slipping below the horizon, sinking rapidly past the silhouette of the city, emblazoning the sky in a delicate pink for a short time. We need to go see Brock!
He's right, James agreed, oh, he's probably so worried about us right now.
James couldn't have possibly smelled that understatement until they actually got to the hospital.
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Move move move! Chief Ragarti shouted, sweat beaded across his wrinkled forehead as he wondered how he was going to achieve the impossible.
Fifteen members of the city's swat team clutched their guns to their chests and dashed across the hospital hallway, their feet making enormous sound as they plodded against the smoothly waxed floor. Their target everywhere, but their main concern for the moment was the bomb that was located in the cafeteria.
You've gotta diffuse this Cameron, the woman behind the leader said, it's a hospital, for chrissake. Who wants to bomb sick people?
Some sick freak, Cameron replied, walking up to the bomb they were told about.
Cameron suddenly wasn't so sure that it was a bomb. He saw the thing that had frightened everyone. It was under the table, and it was a box of perfectly smooth metal, with no crevices or methods to open it. It was a solid chunk of steel, or so it appeared. The only reason it was suspected to be a bomb was because it ticked.
Cameron scratched his head and tried to pick the box up. It was fairly small, the size of a thirteen dollar jewelry box, and it was quite heavy. He put his ear to it, trying to somehow figure out how it worked. He was stunned by the sheer craftsmanship of it. It would have been pure, clean metal, all but the huge R that was etched across it in red.
Surely Team Rocket wouldn't go this far, Cameron whispered, still befuddled by the thing. He'd never seen anything of the like. He figured that the bomb, if there was one, was built and then the steel was formed around it, and that the bomb had been given a huge time before detonation. He hoped that that time wasn't running out.
Cameron bit his lip. She wasn't as experienced a bomb expert, but she was the other bomb expert that he had with him. Take a look at this. Can you make heads or tails of it?
Erin inspected the box herself, then handed it back to Cameron. She knew never to handle a bomb, but realized why he did. I don't think this is a bomb, Cam. I think it's a joke. It could be a bomb I suppose, but it's highly unlikely. Bombs just can't be totally embedded into steel like this, and it feels so solid. It's very heavy, probably twenty pounds for being such a small thing, and I think it's solid, and a bomb couldn't just burst out of solid steel. It seems naught but a rock, except for the ticking.
Cameron grunted. I see your point. But I still think we should worry about it.
What in hell can we do about it? we can't take it out of here, it might detonate on the way out, or even worse, in the street. But if we don't, it could detonate in here. We have no way of finding out if it's a bomb or not without taking it to the lab, but taking it to the lab would be too risky. What do you think, Cameron?
But Cameron wasn't listening anymore. His face had paled to an impossible degree of white as he held the box to his ear, and he suddenly looked to the window. He just looked for a second, then started running for it. Running for it as quickly as he could.
He's gonna jump, Erin realized. Don't do it Cam--
But she was cut off as the room was filled with fire. The fire broke the window that Cameron was trying to escape from, and the force caused it to spew out the window in a hell-born red and black cloud. Cameron was spewed out the window along with it, and his burned body cracked on the sidewalk below, for the cafeteria was on the fifteenth floor. A young boy fell as the front wheel of his bike hit the body, and he flew through the air to receive some quite nasty bruises.
The fire also escaped into the hallway, like a quick moving haze that engulfed it, along with entering all of the rooms along the way. It charred the walls and all the medical equipment in the hallway. Luckily it had been cleared of all people, all but Chief Ragarti. He began to run and the fire gave chase, but in the end he was swallowed into being burned alive, and was on the floor frying like an egg on a sidewalk in death valley in July while the fire pushed its way through the opposing window.
Swat team members on other floors lowered their heads, and some even shed tears as they heard the sirens of the fire trucks race to the hospital, and they wondered if there were any more bombs. Of course, everyone would have to be evacuated, but where would they go? Airlift every patient in the hospital to the neighboring hospital? This was the biggest hospital for miles around. They were pretty much helpless.
We're just gonna have to eradicate them, assistant chief DeSande concluded. Team Rocket will regret the day they decided to mess with this hospital.
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Ash and the crew stood agape outside of the hospital.
They're really going too far, James said as he clenched his fist.
That's an understatement, Misty whispered, not taking her eyes off of the entire story of the hospital that was blackened in one swift explosion. We've GOT to get Brock out of there! She shouted, pounding her fist into her hand.
Ash nodded, and turned his hat backwards. Let's move.
They'll never let us in, James turned to Ash, but the statement was rhetoric. He knew what the answer would be.
That's not stopping us, Ash affirmed, then began to walk to the hospital entrance.
They were actually not hindered in entering the hospital. The police outside intended on keeping people out, but they ended up consoling a plethora of family members that their invalid relatives were alive. They actually walked up to the receptionist's desk, and surprisingly, Brock's doctor was standing right there with Brock next to him on a movable bed.
We'll fly him back to pokemon island, the doctor began, no greeting at all.
Misty and James were about to ask questions, but Ash cut them short.
We need to leave now, he stated.
The doctor nodded. I've called a good doctor from your area. She's going to stay with you. I had Brock give her the address where you were staying. She has equipment. Just don't let him walk until she says it's okay. He really needs hospital care, but he's in danger here. Sixteen lives were lost in that explosion.
Ash nodded. We'll take care of him. And we'll take care of Team Rocket.
The doctor and Ash nodded simultaneously in agreement, and the doctor's people came out to wheel Brock to the helicopter.
Do you want me to go with you, Brock? Misty asked shyly.
Brock thought for a moment.
a voice rang through the hallway. It came closer. Brock could tell by the footsteps. The voice's bearer was breathless from running, and she stopped right next to Brock.
Take me with you, she pleaded, grabbing Brock's hand. I'll help take care of you. And when you're well, I can be a pokemon trainer.
Brock smiled. I'll help you become a trainer.
Ryce smiled and squeezed Brock's hand with both of hers. Thank you! You won't regret it!
Brock looked up at the doctor. Well, there's only really room for two in the helicopter.
How will I get back? Misty panicked.
I don't think dragonite can hold four, Tianna pondered.
Why don't you guys borrow my pidgeot, Meowth suggested, and I'll ride with dem on dragonite? Meowths don't weigh much.
You guys? Misty raised an eyebrow.
You an' Ash, Meowth rolled his eyes. Pidgeot's a big bird. She can handle both of yas.
Misty and Ash looked at each other intensely for a moment, then turned back to Meowth at once.
Thank you, Ash whispered.
Meowth chortled, Dragonite will get dere faster anyways.
Ash and Misty both facevaulted, then everything sprang into action.
Brock went with his nurse back to pokemon island. Misty was hurt at first, but couldn't feel down for very long as she was going to go on a two hour flight back home with Ash. Nothing could be better.
Meowth shouted, I choose you?
You're a pokemon trainer now? James snorted.
I just have dis pidgeot so I can travel, don't be jealous, Meowth sneered.
hmphed James as they walked outside.
It was a nice pidgeot, large and with clean feathers. Meowth had really been taking care of her. She was definitely big enough to carry two passengers, but the flight would definitely be longer. Ash sat in front and Misty behind him, and they made haste to fly away.
Dragonite, I choose you! Tianna shouted, and dragonite left his pokeball and stood before the remaining people of the group. Ready to roll? She asked.
Dragonite thumped its tail on the ground in happiness as would a puppy, and leaned over so its passengers could get on more easily. Tianna sat in front, pikachu and Meowth in the middle, and James in the back.
On dragonite, on pidgeot, on prancer, on helicopter, Tianna bellowed, then dragonite left the ground like a rocket.
Hold up I'm air sick, Meowth grumbled.
You puke you do it on the ground my feline friend, Tianna growled.
I tink I'm gonna puke now, Meowth clutched his stomach.
We're stopping at the hotel real quick anyway, Tianna said. You can puke in the toilet there.
What for? James shouted.
We can't leave all our new stuff there, silly! Tianna shook her head.
How are we going to carry all that crap? James bit his lip.
I dunno, Tianna shrugged, I'll shove it all into pokeballs.
Oh boy, James smacked his head. This is gonna take a while.
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Ash and Misty flew in silence for a good ten minutes, when Ash suddenly sighed deeply.
What is it, Ash? Misty asked gently.
Oh nothing, Ash smiled, I just miss the pidgeot I used to have. I could really use a flying type now. Flying is just so useful.
Misty agreed.
They were silent for another short period of time, then Ash spoke again.
We have to stop Team Rocket, he shook his head, there's no other way. We can't go on like this. More of us are going to get hurt. And more innocent people are going to get hurt. Can you imagine what they're doing back on the island right now? I don't think the police can stop them.
Oh Ash, Misty frowned, putting her arms around him tightly. Whatever happened? This has gotten so miserable all of the sudden. Nothing is the same anymore. God, what I wouldn't do for one day of peace!
Ash shook his head vigorously, as if he was trying to clear it from everything that had been happening. He turned back to Misty and gave her a quick kiss before returning to paying attention.
What do you think about that chick Brock had go with him on the helicopter? Misty said, changing the subject.
Ash actually laughed. Don't be so jealous!
Misty pouted. I'm not jealous. I don't know what you're talking about. I just think it's weird that he takes off with strange women.
Ash shrugged, he's always had a thing for nurses.
Do you think she's prettier than me?
Not a chance.
Do you really mean that?
Of course I do.
I know I've told you before. But I love you.
I know, Ash smiled, pausing for a moment to tease Misty. Just when she was about to flip her lid, Ash continued. And I love you too. More than anything.
Misty smiled and rested her head on Ash's back, closing her eyes. So she was taller than him, and two years older. It wouldn't matter in the long run. Ash was becoming very good looking as he became a teenager, and Misty noticed it now more than ever. He would be taller than her soon enough. But despite his young age and stout height, Misty didn't have a doubt in her mind that he, along with herself and their friends, would be able to destroy Team Rocket almost single handedly without any problems at all.
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The helicopter was loud and cranky as it beat like an impatient crow. Brock was loaded into it with haste.
Hey, watch the dying man here, he grumbled, and Ryce followed him.
The people who had loaded him stepped back a ways while the helicopter took off, and Brock felt his stomach sink to his kidneys as it lifted from the ground. He was restless once again, and really didn't want to be in the helicopter at the moment. He was sick of being bedridden, and it bothered him that he would have to be for the next two bloody weeks, or even more. At least he would have Ryce to talk to him. He didn't feel like being depressed, and watching Ash and Misty all over each other would cause nothing but, he was sure.
He was just about settled in, when the helicopter pilot turned around to face them. He had a rather mischievous grin on his face, and Brock scowled at it.
Lemme guess, Brock grumbled, you're from Team Rocket, and you're going to kill me.
Smart man, the pilot smirked. You're not getting away this easily.
The pilot turned back around, and his partner turned to face Brock and Ryce in his stead, pointing a gun at them.
Don't shoot him! Ryce shouted, and tried to shield him with her body. Brock tried to push her off, but didn't have the strength. Partially because he was weak, and partially because he was stunned.
Oh my God, he gasped, as he looked at the wielder of the gun. I can't believe--
Believe it, the wielder said.
But the wielder didn't shoot. Didn't say a word. Brock tried to stare the wielder down, but didn't have to. There was something to be waited for before shooting. And something had given Brock hope that this wasn't his time to die. Not quite yet. Ryce was still flustered, but confused by the stare down that was taking place. But she also felt that living was a possibility.
So, will Brock and Ryce live? How is Team Rocket going to be defeated? Who is the that gave Brock some hope of living? Can Tianna fit clothes into pokeballs? You'll have to wait until part three to find out! Muahahahahaha. I'll probably end it in the next exciting installment. And believe me, I burn through 20 pages fairly quickly so it won't be forever. Oh yeah, and the title will make sense at the end of this, trust me. I was going to make this a Brock and Misty romance but decided better of it. I'll write some shorter pieces of those. Brock is my favorite, in case you couldn't guess. Well, anyway, Peace out!