I'm never going back there, he thought. Never, not in a million years, no
matter
how much they pay me.
Damn Professor Oak. Damn them both.
I loved her.
Spencer paced around his room like a caged animal.
What does she see in him? He wondered. He's nothing!
I'm somebody! The utter impotence of the situation threatened to overpower him.
Suddenly, he heard brisk knocking on the door. "Just a minute," he said, trying to
sound cheerful and upbeat. Wiping the moisture from his eyes, he opened the door of the
hotel and saw a group of official looking reporters.
"Well, now, come in," he said, and the three of them entered his suite.
They said they were there on some important business from the National
Association of Pokemon Researchers, as the many lectures had given the duo of
scientists quite a bit of fame.
"Sir, tell us about your research with Professor Samuel Oak." One of them was
saying, pen and paper in hand.
"I'm no longer working with the professor."
For a moment, there was silence in the room. Of course, reporters must always
retain their composure, no matter what, but Spencer could still tell that his announcement
shocked them. It certainly shocked him to hear it coming out of his own mouth.
"And why not? Certainly he was letting you uphold your fair share of the work
and pay?"
Professor Hale laughed, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "It's not that. It's just
that I don't agree working with people without morals."
"Can you please explain a bit more?" Asked another one. He tried not to appear greedy,
but these reporters were desperate for information, and his fascination gleamed in his
eyes.
Spencer found that he liked the audience. "Well....I'm not sure if I should be sharing this
information.."
Their eyes stared at him beseechingly, like hungry birds starving for food.
"The young lady that he is living with. Delia Ketchum." He made sure to put extra
emphasis on the word young. "He has not even married the girl, and she's living with
him!"
They all nodded eagerly, soaking up every detail, and Spencer decided to spill a little
more water, stretch the truth a bit more.
"I was engaged to her."
Frantically writing taking down notes, the reporters tried to convey every emotion that
played across his face.
"I was at the dinner," one of them spoke up. "When you were there with Delia, she
mentioned something about living in Professor Oak's home with him. How long do you
suspect this has been going on?"
"I think a long, long time now.."
"They should be coming soon," said Professor Oak, his face tight with excitement,
though he tried not to show it. In an hour or two, he perform a demonstration of the new
Pokedex's features once they found the right stone to make it work.
"You've been working hard enough," said Delia. "Take a break, conserve your energy for
the lecture."
"You sound like my mother," he said. Ever since yesterday, they'd avoided one another
until contact was inevitable.
Delia had sat up in her room, re-living the kiss again and again, feeling shivery every
time she imagined it. How did that happen? She wondered. I was just there, and then
suddenly, we were looking at one another, and then..well....
Finally, Delia stepped into the kitchen.
"Hi, Professor Oak," she said, forcing out a smile, trying to pretend that nothing had ever
happened the day before.
He smiled and responded, though it sounded rather forced.
The silence seemed to stretch out in front of them. "I'm going out for a walk," said Delia
to break the awkwardness. She needed to sort out her thoughts.
As she opened the door, she heard him come up behind her. "Do you mind if I come
with?"
Suddenly, her heart was speeding up. No! Screamed her mind. Stay home! "I
don't mind," she heard herself nearly whispering.
Stepping outside into the brisk October air, Delia felt her face heat up and get blasted by
a frigid breeze at the same time.
There was no sound in the neighborhood, save the crunching of leaves on their shoes.
Think of something to say! Delia scolded herself. He'll think you're boring if you don't
think of something!
When she glanced over at his face, she saw that it was flushed, and she thought that it had probably come from the cold air. (^_^)
"I hope you do well," she said lamely. "I'll be there in the audience, listening. Just
pretend you're telling it to just me."
He gulped. That thought made him ever more nervous! "I will. I just hope this goes well.
If it doesn't, well.." As he trailed off, his unspoken message seemed to communicate
more than words.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine," she assured him. They continued to walk in silence, and
from time to time Delia felt her eyes shifting over to his face. He was staring at the
sidewalk, deep in thought.
Once, when he thought she wasn't looking, he sneaked a peak
at his beautiful companion, and found her looking at him, too.
They both blushed and quickly glanced away.
"I wonder how June and David are doing," remarked Delia quickly to cover it up. "I
haven't heard from them in ages."
"Me, neither," agreed Professor Oak.
"I really miss hearing June's voice when I first wake up in the morning. It's
so.....lonely."
"I know. It makes me so sad that the kids can't visit more often."
Suddenly Delia shivered.
"Are you cold?"
"I'm fine," she lied, trying to control her voice so it wouldn't shake.
He didn't respond, just shrugged his lab coat off and handed it to her without a word.
"Thanks...I guess I am kinda cold," she admitted gratefully, wrapping it around herself,
Inside, a part of her was hopping around ridiculously squealing and shrieking for joy, but
outwardly she showed no emotion.
An invisible warmth seemed to surround her and embrace her, and she closed her eyes.
Delia felt her hand moving in the air..moving..until it met Professor Oak's hand.
They collapsed hands, but ever so slowly, his fingers intertwined hers, while both of them
pretended that this was perfectly ordinary.
"Your hands are like ice," he said to her.
She only tightened her grip on his hand and said nothing, but she could already feel his
warmth spreading throughout her body.
"It's supposed to be in today's Canto Times!" Squealed Delia, clattering down the stairs.
She rushed outside and swiped up the newspaper from the front stoop.
"Sa-myyy!!!" She yelled into the house, more hyper than usual.
"The paper's here!" The two of them hustled into the kitchen and Delia ripped it open.
On the front page, sure enough, there it was, a picture of Professor Samuel Oak proudly
holding up his work of art, the Pokedex. Her eyes scanned down the article and then
stopped dead on a picture. Cold shock washed over Delia as the picture as she stared at it.
"What the.what is this?" Demanded Professor Oak, also seeing the picture.
It was them, sure enough. She was wearing his lab coat, and they were holding hands,
strolling down the boulevard. Beneath it, huge, excited letters screamed, "Delia Ketchum
cheats on fiancé! Details below!"
HEHE, I'm evil! ^^ S' okay, just wait till chapter 11!! Just keep up the reviews! X~Aurora chan
how much they pay me.
Damn Professor Oak. Damn them both.
I loved her.
Spencer paced around his room like a caged animal.
What does she see in him? He wondered. He's nothing!
I'm somebody! The utter impotence of the situation threatened to overpower him.
Suddenly, he heard brisk knocking on the door. "Just a minute," he said, trying to
sound cheerful and upbeat. Wiping the moisture from his eyes, he opened the door of the
hotel and saw a group of official looking reporters.
"Well, now, come in," he said, and the three of them entered his suite.
They said they were there on some important business from the National
Association of Pokemon Researchers, as the many lectures had given the duo of
scientists quite a bit of fame.
"Sir, tell us about your research with Professor Samuel Oak." One of them was
saying, pen and paper in hand.
"I'm no longer working with the professor."
For a moment, there was silence in the room. Of course, reporters must always
retain their composure, no matter what, but Spencer could still tell that his announcement
shocked them. It certainly shocked him to hear it coming out of his own mouth.
"And why not? Certainly he was letting you uphold your fair share of the work
and pay?"
Professor Hale laughed, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "It's not that. It's just
that I don't agree working with people without morals."
"Can you please explain a bit more?" Asked another one. He tried not to appear greedy,
but these reporters were desperate for information, and his fascination gleamed in his
eyes.
Spencer found that he liked the audience. "Well....I'm not sure if I should be sharing this
information.."
Their eyes stared at him beseechingly, like hungry birds starving for food.
"The young lady that he is living with. Delia Ketchum." He made sure to put extra
emphasis on the word young. "He has not even married the girl, and she's living with
him!"
They all nodded eagerly, soaking up every detail, and Spencer decided to spill a little
more water, stretch the truth a bit more.
"I was engaged to her."
Frantically writing taking down notes, the reporters tried to convey every emotion that
played across his face.
"I was at the dinner," one of them spoke up. "When you were there with Delia, she
mentioned something about living in Professor Oak's home with him. How long do you
suspect this has been going on?"
"I think a long, long time now.."
"They should be coming soon," said Professor Oak, his face tight with excitement,
though he tried not to show it. In an hour or two, he perform a demonstration of the new
Pokedex's features once they found the right stone to make it work.
"You've been working hard enough," said Delia. "Take a break, conserve your energy for
the lecture."
"You sound like my mother," he said. Ever since yesterday, they'd avoided one another
until contact was inevitable.
Delia had sat up in her room, re-living the kiss again and again, feeling shivery every
time she imagined it. How did that happen? She wondered. I was just there, and then
suddenly, we were looking at one another, and then..well....
Finally, Delia stepped into the kitchen.
"Hi, Professor Oak," she said, forcing out a smile, trying to pretend that nothing had ever
happened the day before.
He smiled and responded, though it sounded rather forced.
The silence seemed to stretch out in front of them. "I'm going out for a walk," said Delia
to break the awkwardness. She needed to sort out her thoughts.
As she opened the door, she heard him come up behind her. "Do you mind if I come
with?"
Suddenly, her heart was speeding up. No! Screamed her mind. Stay home! "I
don't mind," she heard herself nearly whispering.
Stepping outside into the brisk October air, Delia felt her face heat up and get blasted by
a frigid breeze at the same time.
There was no sound in the neighborhood, save the crunching of leaves on their shoes.
Think of something to say! Delia scolded herself. He'll think you're boring if you don't
think of something!
When she glanced over at his face, she saw that it was flushed, and she thought that it had probably come from the cold air. (^_^)
"I hope you do well," she said lamely. "I'll be there in the audience, listening. Just
pretend you're telling it to just me."
He gulped. That thought made him ever more nervous! "I will. I just hope this goes well.
If it doesn't, well.." As he trailed off, his unspoken message seemed to communicate
more than words.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine," she assured him. They continued to walk in silence, and
from time to time Delia felt her eyes shifting over to his face. He was staring at the
sidewalk, deep in thought.
Once, when he thought she wasn't looking, he sneaked a peak
at his beautiful companion, and found her looking at him, too.
They both blushed and quickly glanced away.
"I wonder how June and David are doing," remarked Delia quickly to cover it up. "I
haven't heard from them in ages."
"Me, neither," agreed Professor Oak.
"I really miss hearing June's voice when I first wake up in the morning. It's
so.....lonely."
"I know. It makes me so sad that the kids can't visit more often."
Suddenly Delia shivered.
"Are you cold?"
"I'm fine," she lied, trying to control her voice so it wouldn't shake.
He didn't respond, just shrugged his lab coat off and handed it to her without a word.
"Thanks...I guess I am kinda cold," she admitted gratefully, wrapping it around herself,
Inside, a part of her was hopping around ridiculously squealing and shrieking for joy, but
outwardly she showed no emotion.
An invisible warmth seemed to surround her and embrace her, and she closed her eyes.
Delia felt her hand moving in the air..moving..until it met Professor Oak's hand.
They collapsed hands, but ever so slowly, his fingers intertwined hers, while both of them
pretended that this was perfectly ordinary.
"Your hands are like ice," he said to her.
She only tightened her grip on his hand and said nothing, but she could already feel his
warmth spreading throughout her body.
"It's supposed to be in today's Canto Times!" Squealed Delia, clattering down the stairs.
She rushed outside and swiped up the newspaper from the front stoop.
"Sa-myyy!!!" She yelled into the house, more hyper than usual.
"The paper's here!" The two of them hustled into the kitchen and Delia ripped it open.
On the front page, sure enough, there it was, a picture of Professor Samuel Oak proudly
holding up his work of art, the Pokedex. Her eyes scanned down the article and then
stopped dead on a picture. Cold shock washed over Delia as the picture as she stared at it.
"What the.what is this?" Demanded Professor Oak, also seeing the picture.
It was them, sure enough. She was wearing his lab coat, and they were holding hands,
strolling down the boulevard. Beneath it, huge, excited letters screamed, "Delia Ketchum
cheats on fiancé! Details below!"
HEHE, I'm evil! ^^ S' okay, just wait till chapter 11!! Just keep up the reviews! X~Aurora chan