No Dream Impossible
Part 3 - Waking Moment
By Chris Devlin
E-Mail: devlin1983@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/devlin1983 (It's my brand new website!!!!)
AN: Ok, here is Part 3 of my new series. This part focuses
more on Ash/Misty. In fact it's almost totally Ash/Misty, although there is some
Rachel/Richie stuff (I'm sorry that still gets me in stitches)
This part is dedicated to Ashley, the current love of my life (Ok, you can all
stop being sick). This one's for you babes (Ok, I suppose you can all be sick. I
know I would be)
Ash put down the phone, with a sigh. Turning around he faced Misty and Brock who were looking at him expectantly. "Well?" Misty asked impatiently. Ash looked at her for a moment, taking in her appearance. She wore her usual clothes, only now her hair had been let down, hanging down her back. "Well? What did they say?" she asked again, irritation at Ash's silence obvious in her voice. "Apparently the referee has been double booked and he can't make the match today. That's why they postponed the match." he explained. Misty snorted in derision. "You'd think that something as large as the Pokémon League could arrange a match." she complained. Ash just looked at her with shared annoyance and stood up, walking towards the couch and dropping into it. "Even the Pokémon League makes mistakes Misty. At least it's only till tomorrow." Brock said, trying to bring Misty out of her mood. The red head shrugged before walking towards the bedroom, arms folded. The door closed with a thud behind her. The two male trainers looked at each other, both with the same expression of confusion on their faces. "What's bothering her?" they asked simultaneously.
Misty slumped onto the bottom bunk, a frown on her face. "Bloody Pokémon League. They've been doing this for years, you'd think they'd be able to book a simple referee by now." she muttered under her breath. This was more for the benefit of anyone who could have been listening, than for herself. Her mind swam with the truth, the real reason she was irritated. It was deeply rooted in her psyche, every so often surfacing before she would force it back. Him. That infuriating, annoying, irritating, over-confident, brash, insensitive, Pokémon obsessed little twit that she was in love with. She thought about him often, nearly every waking thought she had was devoted to Ash. Devoted to finding ways to tell him, devoted to what they would do if they got together, devoted to just about every possible scenario that involved him. It had taken her years to finally develop a way of telling him. To tell him when all it could do was raise his spirits higher. To tell him on the best day of his young life. "The day he wins the Pokémon League."
A knock at the bedroom door caused Misty to sit bolt upright. Glancing at the clock she saw that she'd been lying on the bed for almost three hours. "Must of fallen asleep." she muttered as she rubbed her eyes. That done she stood up and staggered slightly as she made her way to the door and opened it. Opening it a fraction, she looked out to see Brock leaning against the wall waiting for her. "Yeah? What's up?" she said, stifling a yawn. "Oh hey." he said. "I'm heading down to the Pokémon Center to hand in my Pokémon. I was wondering if any of yours needed healing." Misty shook her head, her hair swaying as she did so. "No. They're alright. Oh, you might want to take Togepi though. He was looking quite tired last time I saw him." she replied. Brock nodded at her and turned to walk away. "I'll be back soon." he called as he went to find the egg.
"How far now?" Rachel moaned as she and Richie wove their way the Trainers Village. "My feet are really beginning to hurt." she added, her voice tinged with irritated pain. Richie turned and looked at her as they walked. She was hobbling along, trying to limit the amount of weight she put on each foot. "Not far now. At least it shouldn't be." he replied. Rachel moaned again, this time lowering herself to the ground. Sitting she took her trainers off and began rubbing her feet. "Oh that feels much better." she said as she massaged each foot individually. Richie stood staring at her, admiration in his eyes. "Wow. Wish I had the bottle to do that." he said. Rachel looked up at him, still rubbing her soles. "Do what?" she asked, slightly puzzled. "Just sit down in the middle of the street and rub my feet. It's really kinda strange." he explained. Rachel stopped what she was doing and thought about this for a second. "I suppose it is." she said as she grabbed and pulled on her trainers. Richie offered her his hand and he pulled her to her feet sharply, causing her to stumble into his arms, her face stopping just inches from his lips, her eyes level with his. They stayed that way for a few seconds, until normality decided to barge in on them. Quickly they separated, both of them blushing profusely. "I, ah... I'm, uh, sorry Rach, I uh, never meant to do that." he stuttered as he suddenly found something on his shoes fascinating. Rachel would have noticed this if it wasn't for her also finding something on her shoes fascinating. "No really. It's no problem." she said, her voice steady and calm. Richie turned and started shuffling further into the Trainers Village. "Ok. Let's get going. It's not far. Honest." he said quietly as he slowly walked. Rachel watched him as he walked, her heart beating like a Jack-hammer. A smile crept across her lips. "No problem at all."
Ash knocked gently on the door to the bedroom, listening intently for any signs of life. "Misty? You ok in there?" he asked, his head up against the door. The air was silent, save for the sound of Ash's breathing. "Ok, I'm coming in." he said again. Again silence echoed through the hall, as he waited five seconds before turning the door handle and walking in.
She was lying on her bunk, her eyes closed in peaceful rest. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically as she took breath, her arms placed on top of her stomach. Ash slowly stepped over to the bunk beside her and sat down, his eyes transfixed on her. He was motionless, afraid that any movement that wasn't necessary would rouse her form her slumber. The room was filled with almost complete silence, only the sound of Misty's breathing gave any indication of activity. Her lips were parted slightly, allowing the air to pass them. Ash focused on them for a few moments. They were perfectly formed, just the right shade of pink, and the perfect size. Ash practically had to restrain himself from reaching over and kissing them, from waking her and telling her how he'd always felt about her. The effort left him exhausted and he needed release, some form of contact with her. Slowly he got down on his knees, in the gap between bunks, so that he was eye-level with her face. Reaching out he stroked her hair gently, almost imperceptibly. Taking in breath through his nose he closed his eyes and imagined being with her.
The sound of the doorbell rang through the chalet. It's shrill, surprisingly loud chirping waking her up with a shock. It was however, insignificant compared to the shock of finding Ash beside her, running his hands through her hair. "ASH!!!" she yelled angrily as she leapt out of the bed, her mallet at the ready. Ash stumbled to his feet, his face redder than a Charizard. "I uh, there was something in you're hair!" he stuttered as he realized he'd been rumbled. This caught Misty off guard. It was a reasonable excuse, but something in his eyes made her suspicious. "If I find out you're lying I'll..." she started, the anger in her voice giving way to a less extreme response, but was cut off by the doorbell ringing for the second time. "I'd better get that." Ash said sullenly as he made his way past her towards the hall. Misty watched him go, her hardened gaze upon him, softening into a gentle smile with every step he took. She ran her left hand over where he'd stroked her hair, hoping that some remnant of his touch remained. Involuntarily she spoke. "Could it be?"
Ash reached the door just as the bell went off for the third time. He hoped to god this wasn't more bad news as the day wasn't shaping up to be one he would remember for good things happening. Turning the handle he opened the door, which also had the simultaneous effect of dropping his jaw to the floor. "Richie!" he cried as he gathered his thoughts together. Walking forward he embraced his old friend before shaking him firmly by the hand. "What's up? Why you here? I didn't think you were competing?" Ash asked, just noticing the girl behind Richie. Leaning in close he whispered to him. "So who's the chick? You finally get lucky?" he asked. Richie elbowed him playfully in the ribs. Ash backed away in mock pain. "Very funny!" Richie said to him. "Actually Rachel here is just a friend." he explained. Ash noticed a brief flash of disappointment pass over Rachel's face but decided to ignore it for the moment. "We're here to see the final. But since it's been cancelled we thought we'd come and wish you luck." Rachel furrowed her brow. Walking over to Richie she tapped him on the shoulder. "You never told me your friend was in the final!" she said, obviously surprised he'd omitted this information. Richie looked at her with surprise. "You never asked. Besides it never really occurred to me." he explained. Rachel shrugged in acceptance before turning to face Ash. "So, are you Tracey or Ash?" she asked. "Ash Ketchum. Nice to meet you." he said introducing himself. "Rachel. I'm a Pokémon Author. I write manuals for trainers, breeders and watchers." she said as she properly introduced herself. "Wow. You're an author too?" came a female voice. Ash turned round to see Misty walk into the room a smile on her face. The red head walked past him, giving him a brief look as she passed. "Hi. I'm Misty." she said as she shook Rachel's hand. "Rachel. So, uh, what did you mean by that?" Rachel asked, not sure what Misty had meant. Misty laughed softly. "Oh nothing. It's just that the other finalist is a friend of ours and he's got a girlfriend that's an author too." Misty explained. Rachel smiled. "Cool. What's her name?"
"Karlie?" Tracey called as he walked through the front door of the chalet. He was greeted by silence, a vacuum of nothingness. "Karlie?" he called again. the vacuum remained. Once he was certain he was alone he wandered into the front room and sat down on the couch. Grabbing the remote for the TV he switched on a music channel and turned his attention to the small plastic bag in front of him. Reaching into it he withdrew the object inside and examined it. It was a small case, about an inch and a half square and an inch high, covered in fuzzy burgundy felt. Lifting the lid, the hinge creaked and the box snapped open with a crack. Tracey grinned like a loon as he looked at what was inside. It reflected in his eyes, the light twinkling of every edge and corner it had. He smiled as he closed the box and placed it in his jacket pocket. "She's gonna love it."
AN: Oooooh. Cliffhanger time!!!! Well this part took slightly longer than the first two, and I hope it shows. This is kinda a for Rachel (pf14) who goes away on holiday on Wednesday (No fair!). Hopefully I'll have the next part up soon. It'll definitely be up for next Friday and the whole fic should last another two, maybe three parts. We'll have to just wait and see.
C ya all and please review.