No Dream Impossible
Part 5 - Date With Destiny
By Chris Devlin
E-Mail: devlin1983@hotmail.com
AN: Hey!!! Part 5. With any luck Fanfiction.Net hasn't disappeared in a pit of bad servers and poor ISP's, and you are reading this in a free country (What am I gibbering about today?). Anyway, as promised this part once again returns to the Ash/Misty relationship that is developing, as well as the Brock/Jenny relationship (I might have a few surprises up my sleeve for that). I'll try and keep the cameo's to a minimum in this part (Although they're still in there), if only because I feel that the Rachel/Richie, and Karlie/Tracey relationships are taking over a bit. So here it is, part 5 of No Dream Impossible. Enjoy!
Dark clouds carpeted the sky in a blanket of Gray and Black. Patches of sunlight bounced off the wet ground, and rain fell in short heavy bursts. One of those bursts was over the Trainers Village, plummeting onto every one of the chalets. Tracey stood at the balcony window, looking out into the wet landscape beyond. He sighed and looked at his watch. The digital display informed him that it was six thirty in the morning, and that his match wasn't for another ten and a half hours. The rain drummed at the roof and window, distracting him from the device around his wrist. Behind him he heard the soft sound of sheets rustling together and he turned to look at the source. Karlie lay in the bed, the quilt wrapped around her like a Swiss-roll. Something about the author at this time in the morning made Tracey melt inside. He believed that it was the fact that her occasionally tough exterior was stripped away, leaving her at her most helpless and vulnerable. He smiled when he thought about what would happen to anyone who attempted to prove that. He was pretty sure that a trip to the emergency room would be involved. Still he watched her for a few moments, taking in every part of her appearance. Her unkempt morning hair, her night-shirt with the slogan "This bitch bites!" in large black lettering and her feet sticking out the other end of the bed. Tracey smiled at her before turning back to the window. "Just a few more hours." he whispered to himself. "Just a few more hours."
The thundering roar, like a thousand stones dropping on the chalet roof, resonated around Ash's chalet. In the bedroom, Misty stirred uncomfortably. She groaned as she looked up and out of the bedroom window. "What a day." she grumbled and threw the covers off the bed. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and yawned. As she re-opened her eyes she looked around the room. Both Ash and Brocks beds were empty. Misty frowned and looked at her watch. Her frown grew when she saw that it was only 8am. Neither of them should be up at this time. Especially Brock, who'd returned from his trip to the Pokémon Center a bit more buoyant than usual. Still confused she started to get dressed, leaving the room not long after. She walked down the short hallway, towards the front room and past the spare bedroom. As she passed the door she stopped, the inimitable sound of Brock's voice emanating from the room. Misty frowned again. Why's he in this room? she wondered to herself. Reaching for the door handle she opened the door and peered inside.
Ash sat at the breakfast table, a bowl of cereal sitting untouched in front of him. He stared at it glumly, his head resting on his arm. The trainer sighed. "Not long to go now." he said to no-one in particular. Picking up the spoon in front of him he took a spoonful of cereal and went to put it in his mouth. The scream echoed round the chalet, causing Ash to drop the spoon in fright. Turning to face the bedrooms he saw Misty staggering towards him a look of extreme shock on her face. "Misty!" Ash cried leaping out of his seat and running towards her. "What's wrong Misty?" he asked urgently, his voice filled with concern as he walked her over to the couch and sat her down. She was muttering to herself, almost silently. Ash managed to make out the words "Find a happy place..." repeated over, and over. He furrowed his brow in confusion. Hearing footsteps from the bedrooms Ash turned to face the owner. A very flustered Brock emerged from the hallway, followed by a very embarrassed Nurse Joy, both of whom were quickly buttoning shirts and blouses. Ash found himself in the difficult position of counseling Misty, while trying not to burst into laughter. "Ahem, Brock. Next time..." Ash started. "Hang a sock over the door handle or something"
Rachel opened her eyes slowly. Above her the light-bulb threw piercing light at them, causing her to shut them again almost immediately. Then it hit her, like a freight train hitting a fly, and her head sent dull throbbing, but nonetheless agonizing, shots of pain through her. She groaned and clasped at her head in a vain attempt to squeeze the pain out through her ears. Twenty minutes passed before she felt good enough to move, her hands wrapped round her head. Eventually she decided to get up, the thought that fresh air, some water, and a shower might help. As she moved though she felt something around her waist restrain her. Glancing down she saw a pair of hands and she quickly traced them back to the owner. Richie was still asleep, his peaceful face temporarily making her forget her pain and she smiled to herself. She rolled her body so she was facing him, her face mere centimeters from his. Reaching over she quickly planted a kiss on his lips. She withdrew, bringing her fingertips to her lips to savor the sensation. Richie stirred slightly, his tongue gently tasting his lips before returning to peaceful slumber, a gentle smile on his face. Rachel allowed herself a smile as well, things were actually going alright for once. Then the pounding in her head grabbed her attention again. Moving Richie's hands from around her waist she shakily stood up and started moving unsteadily towards the bathroom, avoiding the empty liquor bottles strewn around the floor. Reaching the bathroom she entered and closed the door behind her. Unconsciously Richie mumbled in his sleep. "Rachel..."
Ash watched as Brock and Joy sat together on the couch, entwined in each others arms. The "incident" of a few hours ago had mostly been cleared up and Misty could just about stay in the same room as the pair without wanting to vomit. Ash's mind began to wander, as it was often known to do. He imagined himself in the situation Brock and Joy were now in, except with Misty in her place, and himself in Brocks place. Brock had explained to them earlier how Joy and himself had both seemed to click with each other. Ash knew what that was like. Well he knew what it was like to click and not be clicked back. He was in a non-clicking situation with Misty. He continued to watch the new couple as they sat on the couch holding hands and exchanging compliments. He smiled at them, but quickly turned away when they started kissing. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, he'd seen plenty of kissing before, but he felt it was only polite. "Isn't that romantic." said Misty as she walked over to Ash, sitting down beside him. He turned to look at her. She had on her "romance" face. Ash reverted to his "childish attitude" face. "That's one way of putting it. I'd say its sickening." he said. Misty glowered at him. Why is it that you love this boy again? her mind asked her. Cos he makes me feel like no-one else I've ever met has. she replied to herself. Yeah, infuriated. it quipped back. Hmm, Touché. she replied as she tuned back into reality, just in time to hear the words "...like watching dogs hump. Yeaaaaa!!!!" Ash yelped as a flying cushion from Brock's direction hit him in the face.
Karlie stood over the frying pan, her eyes intent on the eggs that she refused to let burn. Tracey sat at the table, his Pokéballs arrayed before him. "So have you decided which ones you're gonna use?" Karlie asked him as she placed a couple of Bacon rashers in next to the eggs. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "No. It's really difficult Kaz. I mean, they'd all be useful... but... Oh I don't know." he admitted. Karlie laughed slightly. "Well let me pick then." she offered. Tracey shook his head. "No thanks. I mean I trust your judgment on it and all, but it'd cause problems. If I win I'd constantly be wondering if it was because of MY skill or because you chose the right Pokémon for me. And If I lose I'm afraid I'd be bitter at you for picking the wrong Pokémon." he explained. Karlie just stared at him blankly for a second. "Ok!" she said cheerily and returned to the cooking. Tracey smiled at her. "Thanks..."
Ash looked at his watch. It still read four pm. "Ooooh. How long can an hour take!" he muttered, obviously getting more nervous by the minute. "Will you stop complaining Ash. It'll get here soon enough." Misty muttered as she paced up and down in the Trainers Lounge inside the Indigo Stadium. Ash just nodded in acknowledgement before looking up in puzzlement. "Hey, why are you pacing up and down? I'm the one with the life-defining match here. What have you got to worry about?" he asked. Misty stopped and looked at him. She could feel the sweatdrop on her forehead growing. Well what can you tell him? The truth? Not until he's finished that match missy. she thought. "I'm er.... I'm... I'm worried about you? I mean... can you really handle this? An Indigo League final?" she asked, relieved that she'd found a way out. Ash frowned in disdain. "Of course I can handle it!" he shouted at her. At this the door opened and Brock and Joy walked in, arms linked. "Hey guys. Hey Ash. Nervous?" Brock asked. "Just a bit." Ash replied unsteadily. "Actually need a drink. Anything." he said, realizing that his throat had begun to dry out. Getting up he walked over to the courtesy fridge and grabbed a bottle of "Mt Moon" Spring Water. He guzzled it down it under a minute before grabbing another and doing the same. The others watched him, with Brock almost losing interest in Joy for a split second "Just a bit huh Ash?"
They all looked at their respective entrances. Ash, Misty, Tracey and Karlie at the light at the end of their respective Trainers Tunnel. Brock, Joy, Rachel and Richie at the doors to the Spectator Stands. Different entrances, each of which would lead to the same outcome for all of them. A life changing moment. From the end of his Tunnel Ash could hear "Eye of The Growlithe*" being pounded out by the Stadium's PA System, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hand clenched around Pikachu's Pokéball. On his shoulder sat it's mother, the original and most loyal Pokémon he'd ever had. "Well Pikachu this is it." The aging yellow Pokémon nuzzled his cheek with her own. "Chu. Pika, pikachu, Pikapi!" she said encouragingly. Ash laughed at this. "Thanks old buddy." he told her. By now the PA System was pounding out Tina Turner's "Simply The Best", the cue for the trainers to prepare to emerge.
Misty put her hand on Ash's shoulder. "Ash." she started.
The trainer turned to face her. "Yeah Mist?" he said.
She looked down at her feet momentarily, "This is for luck." she said as she looked up and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.Tracey held Karlie in his arms in a tight embrace. "I love you Karlie." he said as he gazed into her eyes. "Whatever the outcome of this match. I want you to know that."
She smiled at him and reached behind his head, tightening his bandana. "I knew it already." she said a gentle smile on her lips.
AN: *Eye of The Growlithe (Read "Eye Of The Tiger"). Ooooooooh I wrote most of this in a night. And I love it!!!! Well, will the next part be the last part? Who knows! Probably not. I think the next part will deal mostly with 2 things. 1. The battle (Which i'm really gonna concentrate on) and 2. Finishing up a couple of the side relationships (Not finishing, finishing, just tying up loose ends n stuff). So look forward to your reviews and look forward to part 6 of "No Dream Impossible"
C ya all and please review.