No Dream Impossible
Part 4 - Don't Ever Leave Me
By Chris Devlin
E-Mail: devlin1983@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/devlin1983 (It's my brand new website!!!!)
AN: Yay! Part 4! I'm not sure when I'm gonna finish this fic. I generally don't like leaving them too long, so after another part or so
we should get to the conclusion. Anyway, hope you enjoy this part.
Oh and remember, only Tracey has actually met Karlie, the others have only heard
about her.
"Do you have any of these in red?" Karlie asked the store assistant as she presented a blue bandana to her. The assistant examined it for a second before disappearing into the back of the store. Karlie turned, scanning the rest of the shop for anything that grabbed her interest. Glancing out the door she saw various trainers and assorted Pokémon fanatics walking about their business, partaking of the best shops Indigo Plateau could provide. She smiled and looked down at the bags she carried. At least five of them were from the several fashion boutiques that were littered about the village, each containing at least one item of clothing she felt that she HAD to have. Several more contained videos and DVD's, catering to her obsession with Animé and Manga, and the remaining bags contained pads, pens and other art and writing supplies. At least one more bag would be added to the collection. Well, as long as they have some red bandanas. she thought to herself. The sound of the store assistant clearing her throat, brought Karlie's attention back to the task at hand. Taking the red bandana from the woman's hand she examined it closely. The shade had to be just right, the stitching just right, not to mention the size. Convinced that the bandana was worthy of her Tracey she nodded to the assistant who rang up the sale. Walking out of the store she passed the Pokémon Center, showing no interest in the dark haired young man who's attention she'd caught. He was leaning next to a sign, against the wall outside the Pokémon Center, waiting for Nurse Joy to return from whatever errand the sign said she'd left to run.
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Brock gazed at the young woman as she passed, taking in every detail of her body and face. She's beautiful. his mind whispered to him. He followed her with his eyes, watching as she walked towards the trainers village. Sharply she turned a corner removing herself from his view. Brock frowned. That was the third woman in the past hour who'd walked past and not even given him a first glance, never mind a second one. He sighed and slid down the wall slightly. He'd found it a slow day for attractive women. There were few who even peaked his interest, which in Brock's case meant there were few, full-stop. He wouldn't have been too bothered if Nurse Joy had been in the center, but her absence was a thorn in the side of Brock's love life. Closing his eyes he prayed for something to happen. "Anything..."
He was surprised when his prayer was answered so quickly. The door to the Pokémon Center burst open and three figures darted out, each with a sack over their backs. One was female with large red hair that arced down to her waist. The other was male with shoulder length purple hair and something in his run suggested he might be a bit camp. The third was a squat white feline Pokémon with a shiny gold charm positioned on top of his forehead. It didn't take Brock long to recognize the trio as they fell to the ground with a crash, having tripped over Brock's coincidentally outstretched foot. The three crooks lay in a heap, groaning under the weight of the three sacks which had landed on top of them. Two of the sacks wriggled as the inhabitants tried to escape while the third bulged with small round spheres, that Brock correctly guessed contained Pokéballs. Casually he reached to his belt and selected Onix's Pokéball. Taking his time, he tossed the ball into the air, calling the Pokémon out. The immense Rock Snake roared as it emerged and took one look at the cowering criminals before quickly wrapping itself round them, cutting off any possible escape they may have had. Brock jumped over the large Pokémon to where Team Rocket were squirming and shoving, trying to escape. James glanced up at him as he stood over them, a look of resignation on his face. "One of the twerp trio. Why am I not surprised." he sighed. Brock just shook his head in pity as he grabbed the three sacks. "Hey! They're ours!" James cried after him as he took them away. "That's right! We stole those fair 'n' square!" Meowth added. Brock dropped back to the ground and opened the two bags which obviously contained some Pokémon. From one came a relieved looking Growlithe which padded over to him before licking him on the face with gratitude. The other held an irritable baby Chansey which started whimpering in relief when Brock let it out. Without Brock noticing the Growlithe padded back into the Pokémon Center, emerging a minute later, some rope between its mouth, with Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny following close behind.
"Oh that's better! My wrists are going to be sore for weeks now!" Jenny moaned in relief as she walked up to Brock, rubbing her wrists where Team Rocket had bound them. Brock glanced behind his shoulder as he heard her approach, a look of surprise on his face. Almost immediately he began hovering a good three feet off the ground, cross-legged as he looked at Jenny through doe eyes. The Police Woman smiled at him gently. "So, uh I take it you rounded up these thieves?" Jenny asked a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Uh, huh. I'd capture every thief in the world for you." he cooed to her. She laughed softly and placed her right hand on his shoulder, nearly causing him to rise another three feet. "My, you are a charmer aren't you?" she asked, her face beginning to glow slightly. "How bout we talk more about this over din...." she started, but stopped when Nurse Joy jumped in between her and Brock. Looking Jenny straight in the eye she growled at her. "Shouldn't you be arresting those three?" she said sharply. Jenny eyed the Nurse viciously, livid that she would dare try and get between Brock and her. "I suppose. Don't you have Pokémon to tend to?" Jenny spat back at her. "Yeah. But the Pokémon aren't gonna try and escape are they?" she replied. Jenny gave Joy a wordless threat as she begrudgingly walked over to Team Rocket, hand-cuffs at the ready. Joy turned to face Brock, her face now smiling and happy. "Hi." she said cheerily, "I should thank you for saving all the Pokémon. Especially that Chansey. It's only young and I'm still trying to teach it the basics of Pokémon medicine." she added. "Anytime for you." Brock said, his voice tinged with saccharine sweetness. "So, uh how do you feel about going out for dinner tonight?" she asked him. "Sure!" Brock answered instantly. The scream made them both turn around sharply. In the distance they could see Officer Jenny roughly slapping hand-cuffs on the crooks, and giving Jesse an especially vicious beating. They could just about make out Jesse's muffled words "But I'm not called Joy!"
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Karlie turned the key in the lock and pushed the front door of the chalet open, bags piled up under her arms. "Tracey! I'm back!" she called. A faint voice came from upstairs indicating he'd heard her. She smiled as she closed the door behind her with her foot and walked into the kitchen area, dumping the bags unceremoniously on the table. One by one she opened and rummaged through each bag, trying on each item of clothing again before returning them to the bags. Behind her she heard footsteps as Tracey walked into the kitchen. "What d'you think?" she asked as she turned round to face him, arms stretched out to the side showing off her new clothes. "Wow! You look great in them." he said, a smile firmly affixed on his face. Karlie blushed as she heard this and walked over to him, taking him in a gentle embrace. Looking up at him she smiled mischievously, "You really know how to get me wrapped round your finger don't you?" she asked, as she placed her hand on his chest. Tracey smiled back. "Yup!" he said as he leant down before tenderly planting a kiss on her lips. Slowly she reciprocated, joining her lips to his momentarily before pulling back. They stood there for a few moments, silence permeating the room as they stared into each others eyes. That eye contact could communicate so much, Tracey found surprising, reading nothing but love in his girlfriends eyes. Eventually she spoke, rupturing the quiet void with her words. "I got something for you." she said, and she reached over to one of the bags, withdrawing the red bandana she had purchased earlier. Reaching up with her spare hand she slipped off his current bandana, his hair flopping down over his face as she removed it. Dropping the cloth to the floor she pulled the new one over his head, taking care to return his hair to it's former position. "It's perfect." he replied, genuine thanks in his voice. "I got it for tomorrow. For luck." she told him. Tracey smiled gently as he began pecking at her lips again. "I don't need this for luck." he said. Karlie looked at him quizzically. "I've got you."
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"Does Ash always have an early night before each big match?" Rachel asked as she opened the door to the hotel bedroom, flicking the light on as she entered. Richie followed behind her and closed the door. "Oh hell!" Rachel cursed as she looked around the room. Richie turned to face her. "What is it?" he asked. Rachel took a step forward allowing him a closer look at the room. Not seeing anything obvious he looked to her. "Well. What's up? I can't see anything." he asked, once again looking for the problem. She sighed deeply. "There's only one bed." she said gesturing to the large double bed. "Oh." Richie replied, giving the impression of not caring. Rachel glanced around looking for a chair or couch or something someone could sleep on. "Oh well. Guess we can't just ask for another room, the clerk said this was the only one left." he added. Rachel sighed again, this time more for show than anything else. The prospect of sharing a bed with the trainer didn't exactly bother her. But she didn't want him to know that, not yet anyway. "Yeah." she said, as she removed her back-pack and dropped it to the floor before letting herself fall onto the large bed. She landed on her back, the soft mattress cushioning her as she lay staring at the ceiling. "Which side do you want?" she asked him, not moving from her position. "Whatever one suits you." he replied as he sat down on the bed. He searched about, looking for something that he felt should be there. Rachel glanced at him curiously. "What are you doing?" she asked as she shifted her position, letting her head rest on her hand. "Looking for the TV remote. I can't find it." he said, as he got to his knees and looked under the bed. Rachel sniggered to herself. "Uh, Richie." she said, trying to quash the laughter she felt building. "Yeah?" he asked as he popped his head out from under the bed. "There isn't a TV to use a remote on." she explained. Looking around he realized she wasn't lying before climbing onto the bed and reclining beside her. "Well what d'you want to do?" he asked her. Rachel smiled at him wickedly. "I have an idea."
"Rachel. Sweet, sweet Rachel." Richie said to the girl lying beside him. She giggled at him, running her hand over his face. Suddenly she stopped giggling and went deadly serious. "You know... We shouldn't have done that." she said to him. Richie looked at her, perplexed. "Why not. I mean I like you, you like me. What's the big deal." Rachel shook her head roughly. "We... We're too young." she said. Richie smiled at her. "What do you mean too you? We're both 18. aren't we?" he asked. Rachel shook her head again. "I know that. But still... An entire mini-bar!!!" she said before breaking down into uncontrollable drunken laughter. The young woman rolled about on the bed, nearly falling off when she got too close to the edge. On the last roll she knocked Richie off, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. Then he began laughing too, not a soft gentle laugh, but a full booming laugh. Rachel rolled over to the side of the bed and stared down at him. She stifled the laughter for a moment. "I think you're a little drunk." she slurred. Richie just grabbed her arm and pulled her off and on top of him. "I think you're drunker!" he replied before they resumed laughing, this time together. After a moment they stopped and just lay there, Rachel on top of Richie. A few minutes later the sound of Rachel's heavy but steady breathing filtered through the drunken haze to him. Opening his eyes he looked up to see the girl asleep on top of him. Gently he rolled her off to the side and stood himself up. Getting his balance he bent over and hoisted her into his arms before gently placing her on top of the large bed. That done he dropped down beside her, letting the alcohol in his system settle. He looked at her, admiring her. Reaching up he felt his face where she'd touched him, he could still feel the burning sensation behind it. He'd never felt that way about a touch before. With his other hand he reached over and gently held her cheek, feeling her warm skin in contact with his own. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked straight into his. Under normal circumstances he would have immediately removed his hand and tried to cover it up, but something stopped him this time. Whether it was because he was drunk, or whether it was because of the look in her eyes he didn't know, but one thing was for certain, she wasn't objecting. In fact, she smiled at him, reaching out to his free hand. Clasping it in her own she smiled at him, closing her eyes, her lips whispering to him. "Don't ever leave me."
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AN: Aloha! Well part four is done (It's about time) and
It's the longest part so far. So basically to summarize, Rachel 'n' Richie are
now together (Kinda), Brock is seeing Nurse Joy, and Karlie and Tracey go from
strength to strength. "But what of Ash 'n' Misty?" I hear you cry.
"We want some Pokéshipping!" you also add. Well never fear for the
next part deals with what happens between Brock and Jenny, as well as developing
the Ash/Misty plotline further (You know it aint gonna be resolved till the last
part, so keep the heid). Anyway, how many more parts are there to come? Two,
maybe three at most (This'll be my longest fic part wise).
Ok, thanks for reading this so far and please review, I like to know what you
all think.
C ya all and please review.