Never Could Forget
By: Adrienne and Christine (Salt*N*Pepper)
Summery: Ash, Misty and Brock are woken up to some tragic news, which temporarly delays Ash from entering into the Johto League. Everyone is upset, everyone except Brock...
"Come-on honey, please get up! Ash, sweetie? This is very important!" Delia Ketchum violently shook her son. "Ash, wake-up!!!" Ash slowly opened his eyes.
"Mom? Is that you? What time is it?" he mumbled glancing over at his alarm clock. "5:00A.M.!!! Mom, can't Mr.Mime do the chores? I'm really tired and I've got a lot of training to do today." Ash turned away, pulling the covers over his head.
"Ash! You don't understand! I need you to get up, this instant! Please Ash…" Something about the way his mother's voice quivered bothered Ash greatly, so he turned around to face her. She was on her knees, kneeling next to his bed, with tears in her eyes.
"Mom! Are you all right! What's wrong!?" Ash cried bolting up, knocking Pikachu out of his bed.
"Pikachu…." The pokemon yawned.
"I need you to help me get Brock and Misty up, right away!" Delia frantically whispered.
"Okay, Pikachu! Give Brock and Misty a wake up shock, now!!!" Ash quickly commanded his pokemon. But the electric mouse was too tired, and therefore admitted a tiny static bolt towards his friends.
"Oh, Pikachu!" Ash cried, annoyed. "That's not what I meant!" Pikachu looked at Ash
apathetically then hopped back into his bed.
"Ash, please we've got to hurry!" Delia begged, her hands clasped together. Even in the dim light of the rising sun, Ash could see his mother's distraught face, causing him to worry deeply.
"Misty, Misty! You gotta get up, hurry!" Ash cried, shaking her shoulders.
"Ash, it's too way early for pokemon training, go back to bed!" She mumbled rubbing her eyes.
"Misty dear, you must get up now, right away!" Delia whispered, softly placing her hand on Misty's knee. Misty opened her eyes wide, and quickly sat up.
"Mrs. Ketchum? Is something wrong?" she said, looking into Delia's troubled eyes.
"You kids meet me down stairs in the kitchen, as soon as you're able to get Brock up…immediately!" Delia replied quickly heading out of the room.
"Help me get Brock up Misty! Don't just stand
there! There's something awful going on!" Ash barked at her.
"Calm down Ash!" Misty shouted back, glaring at him. She climbed into Brock's bed and began to shake him.
"Ladies! Ladies! Relax! There's plenty of me to go around!" Brock smiled in his sleep. Misty gave a disgusted look at him, then shook him hard.
"What the hell?!" Brock cried, waking up to find Misty in his face.
"What's the matter, what's going on?" he asked looking at the pissed-off girl.
"Let's go, Mrs. Ketchum needs us in the kitchen right away!" She huffed, following Ash out of his room.
"If she wants me to bake Ash's home-coming cake now, she's got another thing coming!" He mumbled looking at his watch.
"All of you, sit down." Delia said quietly, pointing to the kitchen table. "Ash, I'm-I'm very sorry this had to happen… as soon as you came home from the Orange Islands." She said, looking at her son, with sorrow in her eyes. "Remember Tracey was planning to stay with Professor Oak?"
"Yea! And I'm about to enter the Johto League!" He replied happily.
"Ash, this is serious!" Misty snapped at him.
"Go on Mrs. Ketchum, tell us what happened." Brock
said with concern.
"Well Tracey, was going back, back to the Orange Islands…just to take care of a couple of things before he stayed with Professor Oak permanently. I knew you should have gone with him, I told him not to travel alone…" Delia paused to wipe her eyes. "But he insisted that he didn't want to bother you, because of your new journey. Going back to the Orange Islands would just be a waste of time for you. He set off last night, after Professor Oak and him came to dinner. You three were already upstairs, getting ready
for bed…. you didn't get to say good-bye…" Delia took a deep breath and looked the three trainers directly in the eyes. "Tracey….passed away." The kitchen was silent for a moment, then Ash began to break down in tears. Misty's head fell into her hands. Even Pikachu's normally attentive ears drooped down, in a sorrowful manner.
"Tracey? You mean the guy I just met yesterday? With
the headband?" Brock asked, very confused. Delia nodded yes.
"He was crossing the sea near the seven Grapefruit Islands, during a bad storm, trying to sketch some Gyrados, or at least that's what Professor Oak told me. They attacked him…" Delia was unable to finish. "Professor Oak informed me this morning that his funeral is to be held on Tangelo Island…nine-o'clock tomorrow night." Ash suddenly lifted his head, a look of anger and determination on his face.
"We have to go!" He cried. "Tracey was our friend, he would want it!"
"But Ash! The Orange Islands are miles and miles away from Pallet town! We'll never be able to get there in time!" Misty moaned, looking at her young friend.
"Yea, it looks like we won't be able to go, but we'll
always remember poor Tracey in our hearts!" Brock said quickly. Ash looked at him strangely. "And besides…" He continued. "What about the Johto League?"
"Friendship is more important then any pokemon league!" Ash replied giving Brock a cold hard stare.He shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"The Professor and I aren't able to go…but I got these three tickets for you guys." Delia interrupted. "Professor Oak found them in Tracey's bag."
"Oh no, not a ship again!" Brock said nervously laughing. "Maybe it won't actually sink this time…huh guys?" He said. This time, everyone in the kitchen was looking
strangely at him. Brock muttered an "I'm sorry."Before Delia continued.
"The ferry port is towards the East End of Pallet town. Mimey can take you there, but you have to hurry! The ferry leaves at six!
"Come-on guys, we have to pack." Ash said quietly,leaving for his room.
"You be careful Ash, I'm so sorry this had to happen…"Delia gave her son a kiss.
"Give Mr. and Mrs. Sketchit my condolences. Now hurry!" Delia rushed Ash, Misty, and a reluctant Brock out of the kitchen.
"Why?! Why did this have to happen?!" Misty suddenly shouted. "He was only…only Brock's age!" Misty looked over at Brock, tears beginning to form in her sea green eyes. Brock laughed nervously. Ash was by his dresser, violently throwing clothes and supplies into his old back-pack. Misty walked over to her own bag, and also
began to pack the few things she owned. Brock began to shift his weight nervously.
"Brock…" Misty started, seeing the uncomfortable statement on her friend's face.
"We have half an hour to get to the ferry, why aren't you packing?!" Brock clenched his hands into tight fists, and then released them again. He nervously looked around the room, trying to avoid Misty and now Ash's curious eyes, on why he was not getting ready.
"I-I can't go…" He said quietly, looking downward.
"What?!" Misty and Ash said together in shock.
"I CAN'T DO IT! I JUST CAN'T!" He yelled, slumping to the floor. Misty stared at Brock strangely.
"Why…not?" She said slowly.
"I'll never go back there ever again! I don't care who
died, I'm not going back!" He replied holding his knees.
"Brock, what are you talking about? Knock it off, we gotta go!" Ash said impatiently. Brock lifted his head and looked at his two friends, a frightened statement forming on his face.
"Don't you know? I- I can't go back…how can I possibly…I can't…because of her…" He mumbled, flinching at every word.
"Who?" Ash demanded, standing up.
"I know who!" Misty suddenly shouted, shoving Ash out of the way. "He doesn't want to go back to the Orange Islands because of…Professor Ivy!" As if he had been stabbed,
Brock let out a cry of pain and fell to the floor. He clenched his hands into tight fists, and began wincing. Brock hugged his knees tightly against his chest as he entered deeper and deeper into a dark state of blue depression.
"Don't…mention…that…name!" He was finally able to whisper.
"Don't mention that name!" Mimicked Misty. " I can't believe you,…you bastard! I'm sick of your shit! Our friend is dead and all you can worry about is seeing an ex-girlfriend!" Brock looked up, shocked that Misty was taking such a tone with him.
"Misty…" he started, trying to calm her down.
"Don't give me that crap! When are you going to get over yourself and move on, like every other damn person!" Ash and Pikachu looked at each other nervously. "No of course not, you have to act like a total ass-hole!" Misty continued. "You should have stayed with the bitch anyway!" Brock stood up, looking straight into Misty's eyes.
"What are you saying?" He asked quietly.
"What does it sound like I'm saying?" she snapped.
"It sounds like you don't want me around anymore..." Brock replied. Misty paused for a moment.
"Take it however you want, but Ash and I are leaving now, and I couldn't give two shits if you came with us or not!" Misty grabbed Ash's hand and headed for the door.
"Fine, Misty go with Ash, and I hope you have fun at
that fagot's funeral without me!" Brock yelled. Misty stopped dead in her tracks, and whipped around to face him. She brought her hand up and slapped him hard across the face. The impact was so hard, he even stumbled back a few steps. Brock held his cheek for a moment, a hurtful expression placed upon his face. For a minute, he thought he saw forgiveness in Misty's eyes, but it quickly faded.
"My only wish is that when we come back, I hope you are gone…for good this time!" Misty glared at Brock, her face full of anger and hatred for him. "Come-on Ash, we have a ferry to catch." She said quickly wiping her eyes.
"Ready Pikachu?" Ash quietly asked his pokemon. Pikachu softly leaped on Ash's shoulder. Misty had already walked down stairs and out the door. Ash was just about to follow, when he heard Brock meekly call his name.
"I'll see you around some time, Ash…win the Johto League for me, will ya?" Brock gave a weak smile. Even though he had his back turned to him, Ash could tell he was crying.
By: Adrienne and Christine (Salt*N*Pepper)
Summery: Ash, Misty and Brock are woken up to some tragic news, which temporarly delays Ash from entering into the Johto League. Everyone is upset, everyone except Brock...
"Come-on honey, please get up! Ash, sweetie? This is very important!" Delia Ketchum violently shook her son. "Ash, wake-up!!!" Ash slowly opened his eyes.
"Mom? Is that you? What time is it?" he mumbled glancing over at his alarm clock. "5:00A.M.!!! Mom, can't Mr.Mime do the chores? I'm really tired and I've got a lot of training to do today." Ash turned away, pulling the covers over his head.
"Ash! You don't understand! I need you to get up, this instant! Please Ash…" Something about the way his mother's voice quivered bothered Ash greatly, so he turned around to face her. She was on her knees, kneeling next to his bed, with tears in her eyes.
"Mom! Are you all right! What's wrong!?" Ash cried bolting up, knocking Pikachu out of his bed.
"Pikachu…." The pokemon yawned.
"I need you to help me get Brock and Misty up, right away!" Delia frantically whispered.
"Okay, Pikachu! Give Brock and Misty a wake up shock, now!!!" Ash quickly commanded his pokemon. But the electric mouse was too tired, and therefore admitted a tiny static bolt towards his friends.
"Oh, Pikachu!" Ash cried, annoyed. "That's not what I meant!" Pikachu looked at Ash
apathetically then hopped back into his bed.
"Ash, please we've got to hurry!" Delia begged, her hands clasped together. Even in the dim light of the rising sun, Ash could see his mother's distraught face, causing him to worry deeply.
"Misty, Misty! You gotta get up, hurry!" Ash cried, shaking her shoulders.
"Ash, it's too way early for pokemon training, go back to bed!" She mumbled rubbing her eyes.
"Misty dear, you must get up now, right away!" Delia whispered, softly placing her hand on Misty's knee. Misty opened her eyes wide, and quickly sat up.
"Mrs. Ketchum? Is something wrong?" she said, looking into Delia's troubled eyes.
"You kids meet me down stairs in the kitchen, as soon as you're able to get Brock up…immediately!" Delia replied quickly heading out of the room.
"Help me get Brock up Misty! Don't just stand
there! There's something awful going on!" Ash barked at her.
"Calm down Ash!" Misty shouted back, glaring at him. She climbed into Brock's bed and began to shake him.
"Ladies! Ladies! Relax! There's plenty of me to go around!" Brock smiled in his sleep. Misty gave a disgusted look at him, then shook him hard.
"What the hell?!" Brock cried, waking up to find Misty in his face.
"What's the matter, what's going on?" he asked looking at the pissed-off girl.
"Let's go, Mrs. Ketchum needs us in the kitchen right away!" She huffed, following Ash out of his room.
"If she wants me to bake Ash's home-coming cake now, she's got another thing coming!" He mumbled looking at his watch.
"All of you, sit down." Delia said quietly, pointing to the kitchen table. "Ash, I'm-I'm very sorry this had to happen… as soon as you came home from the Orange Islands." She said, looking at her son, with sorrow in her eyes. "Remember Tracey was planning to stay with Professor Oak?"
"Yea! And I'm about to enter the Johto League!" He replied happily.
"Ash, this is serious!" Misty snapped at him.
"Go on Mrs. Ketchum, tell us what happened." Brock
said with concern.
"Well Tracey, was going back, back to the Orange Islands…just to take care of a couple of things before he stayed with Professor Oak permanently. I knew you should have gone with him, I told him not to travel alone…" Delia paused to wipe her eyes. "But he insisted that he didn't want to bother you, because of your new journey. Going back to the Orange Islands would just be a waste of time for you. He set off last night, after Professor Oak and him came to dinner. You three were already upstairs, getting ready
for bed…. you didn't get to say good-bye…" Delia took a deep breath and looked the three trainers directly in the eyes. "Tracey….passed away." The kitchen was silent for a moment, then Ash began to break down in tears. Misty's head fell into her hands. Even Pikachu's normally attentive ears drooped down, in a sorrowful manner.
"Tracey? You mean the guy I just met yesterday? With
the headband?" Brock asked, very confused. Delia nodded yes.
"He was crossing the sea near the seven Grapefruit Islands, during a bad storm, trying to sketch some Gyrados, or at least that's what Professor Oak told me. They attacked him…" Delia was unable to finish. "Professor Oak informed me this morning that his funeral is to be held on Tangelo Island…nine-o'clock tomorrow night." Ash suddenly lifted his head, a look of anger and determination on his face.
"We have to go!" He cried. "Tracey was our friend, he would want it!"
"But Ash! The Orange Islands are miles and miles away from Pallet town! We'll never be able to get there in time!" Misty moaned, looking at her young friend.
"Yea, it looks like we won't be able to go, but we'll
always remember poor Tracey in our hearts!" Brock said quickly. Ash looked at him strangely. "And besides…" He continued. "What about the Johto League?"
"Friendship is more important then any pokemon league!" Ash replied giving Brock a cold hard stare.He shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"The Professor and I aren't able to go…but I got these three tickets for you guys." Delia interrupted. "Professor Oak found them in Tracey's bag."
"Oh no, not a ship again!" Brock said nervously laughing. "Maybe it won't actually sink this time…huh guys?" He said. This time, everyone in the kitchen was looking
strangely at him. Brock muttered an "I'm sorry."Before Delia continued.
"The ferry port is towards the East End of Pallet town. Mimey can take you there, but you have to hurry! The ferry leaves at six!
"Come-on guys, we have to pack." Ash said quietly,leaving for his room.
"You be careful Ash, I'm so sorry this had to happen…"Delia gave her son a kiss.
"Give Mr. and Mrs. Sketchit my condolences. Now hurry!" Delia rushed Ash, Misty, and a reluctant Brock out of the kitchen.
"Why?! Why did this have to happen?!" Misty suddenly shouted. "He was only…only Brock's age!" Misty looked over at Brock, tears beginning to form in her sea green eyes. Brock laughed nervously. Ash was by his dresser, violently throwing clothes and supplies into his old back-pack. Misty walked over to her own bag, and also
began to pack the few things she owned. Brock began to shift his weight nervously.
"Brock…" Misty started, seeing the uncomfortable statement on her friend's face.
"We have half an hour to get to the ferry, why aren't you packing?!" Brock clenched his hands into tight fists, and then released them again. He nervously looked around the room, trying to avoid Misty and now Ash's curious eyes, on why he was not getting ready.
"I-I can't go…" He said quietly, looking downward.
"What?!" Misty and Ash said together in shock.
"I CAN'T DO IT! I JUST CAN'T!" He yelled, slumping to the floor. Misty stared at Brock strangely.
"Why…not?" She said slowly.
"I'll never go back there ever again! I don't care who
died, I'm not going back!" He replied holding his knees.
"Brock, what are you talking about? Knock it off, we gotta go!" Ash said impatiently. Brock lifted his head and looked at his two friends, a frightened statement forming on his face.
"Don't you know? I- I can't go back…how can I possibly…I can't…because of her…" He mumbled, flinching at every word.
"Who?" Ash demanded, standing up.
"I know who!" Misty suddenly shouted, shoving Ash out of the way. "He doesn't want to go back to the Orange Islands because of…Professor Ivy!" As if he had been stabbed,
Brock let out a cry of pain and fell to the floor. He clenched his hands into tight fists, and began wincing. Brock hugged his knees tightly against his chest as he entered deeper and deeper into a dark state of blue depression.
"Don't…mention…that…name!" He was finally able to whisper.
"Don't mention that name!" Mimicked Misty. " I can't believe you,…you bastard! I'm sick of your shit! Our friend is dead and all you can worry about is seeing an ex-girlfriend!" Brock looked up, shocked that Misty was taking such a tone with him.
"Misty…" he started, trying to calm her down.
"Don't give me that crap! When are you going to get over yourself and move on, like every other damn person!" Ash and Pikachu looked at each other nervously. "No of course not, you have to act like a total ass-hole!" Misty continued. "You should have stayed with the bitch anyway!" Brock stood up, looking straight into Misty's eyes.
"What are you saying?" He asked quietly.
"What does it sound like I'm saying?" she snapped.
"It sounds like you don't want me around anymore..." Brock replied. Misty paused for a moment.
"Take it however you want, but Ash and I are leaving now, and I couldn't give two shits if you came with us or not!" Misty grabbed Ash's hand and headed for the door.
"Fine, Misty go with Ash, and I hope you have fun at
that fagot's funeral without me!" Brock yelled. Misty stopped dead in her tracks, and whipped around to face him. She brought her hand up and slapped him hard across the face. The impact was so hard, he even stumbled back a few steps. Brock held his cheek for a moment, a hurtful expression placed upon his face. For a minute, he thought he saw forgiveness in Misty's eyes, but it quickly faded.
"My only wish is that when we come back, I hope you are gone…for good this time!" Misty glared at Brock, her face full of anger and hatred for him. "Come-on Ash, we have a ferry to catch." She said quickly wiping her eyes.
"Ready Pikachu?" Ash quietly asked his pokemon. Pikachu softly leaped on Ash's shoulder. Misty had already walked down stairs and out the door. Ash was just about to follow, when he heard Brock meekly call his name.
"I'll see you around some time, Ash…win the Johto League for me, will ya?" Brock gave a weak smile. Even though he had his back turned to him, Ash could tell he was crying.