Disclaimer: Je non uh, own (dunno that in French) Pokèmon!

A/N: Here's the sixth (!!!) chapter. Please review, review, REVIEW!!! I want at least fifteen please! Well now all your questions will be answered I hope J

~ Kasagi Onaso

Don't Try to Rain on Me

Rescues

Charity held the door open for Misty and they began walking down the hallways. Misty's eyes felt chapped--oddly dry. She blinked a few times and rubbed them softly.

"It's just up the hall," whispered Charity.

"We're not allowed," stated Misty dryly. "How're we gonna get up there?" Charity smiled.

"They'll all be in the lab. There's no need for officers outside the door since they all think you're locked up. Okay, it's just down this hall. The fourth door on the left. Look! You can see the light from the crack underneath the door!" They crouched beside the door and pressed their ears to it.

"We tried to draw DNA from his body cells," came a cold voice. "But it screwed the computers up. That one on the left is still steaming."

"How can that be?"

"He's not human." The answer was firm and blunt and there were scattered mumbled and gasps. "We're going to send him away to a lab in Saffron to be tested. If he is what they say he is…" Misty bit her lip.

"They can't," she whispered.

"Shhh!" warned Charity, whipping a shaking forefinger to her lips. "They're coming!" Misty stood, her eyes wide.

"What now?"

"Come here!" whispered Charity, grabbing Misty's wrist and yanking her into the room beside the lab. "They're going down to talk. They'll leave Ash in the room, I know it." Charity shot her a look. "That is his name, right?" Misty chuckled softly.

"Yeah. Look, there they go!" Sure enough, Haruka, three police officers and two scientists filed out of the room, talking wildly. As they descended the stairs, Misty shot into the room, Charity close behind her. They quietly shut the door and headed to the lab table.

"Oh," said Charity, hiding behind her hands. Ash, still bound and gagged, lay on the table. His eyes were still clenched tightly shut, his head bent into his chest. Misty walked up to him, the world slightly spinning and body trembling. She slowly pushed his crooked cap back on his limp hair and stroked his hot cheek.

"Ash," she croaked. "Ash, wake up." He stirred slightly and the corners of his mouth, drawn into a tight frown, twitched. As Charity cut the ropes with a scalpel, she kneeled beside the table, savoring the cool tile as it touched her heated skin.

"What's wrong?"

"He's not waking up," whispered Misty. "He's breathing, though…" She leaned over and laid her head on his shallowly-rising chest. "He's not dead," she said, as if assuring herself.

"He looks hot," commented Charity, walking suspiciously up to the teen. Misty looked to her right and saw what she could of Ash's face and indeed, his left cheek was flushed. "I think…" murmured Charity, closing her eyes and laying the back of her hand on Ash's forehead. "He's got a fever." Misty's eyes widened slightly as she touched Ash's cheek again.

"Oh, no," she said, her voice wavering. "There's no way his immune system can take this."

"Calm down," scolded Charity. "Just calm down, okay? I'll go get some ice. Try to revive him and get him to drink some water. There's fresh bottles of Evian in one of the refrigerators. Until I get back with ice, run a damp cloth over his face."

"Thanks Charity," said Misty. Charity only smiled. Misty returned her attention to Ash. She slowly wetted a soft cloth and began running it over his cheeks and forehead. She watched his eyes for a sign of waking. Suddenly, something wet splashed on the back of her hand.

"What?" she whispered and touched her cheek. She had been crying but her cheeks were too numb to feel the heated drops. She sniffed slightly and wiped them away, still rubbing Ash's cheeks with the cloth.

"M…Mist…" She dropped the cloth with surprise and it smacked on the ground with a wet crack. Ash's eyes trembled and slowly cracked open. Misty rushed to grab a bottle of water and popped the lid open.

"Drink," she said hoarsely. Slipping her hand under his neck, she propped him up and began slowly trickling the water into his mouth. He coughed and waved his hand and she drew the bottle away.

"Where am I?" he asked, his eyes dull. "God Mist, my head hurts."

"Just lay back, Ash," she said soothingly, keeping a hand on his chest to keep him from getting up and the other holding the cloth on his forehead. He held her eyes with is.

"I-I don't understand," he said, his voice cracking.

"They're going to send you to Saffron," said Misty, her eyes spilling over with hot tears.

"What?" he gasped and moved to sit up. Misty immediately pushed him back down.

"You're sick Ash."

"Sick?" he said, obviously confused.

"For some reason you're…you're…almost human." Ash said nothing; he only tilted his head to the side to stare at the ground. Misty laid her head on his chest. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"Aw, come on Mist!" he said softly, touching the top of her head. "You've got nothing to do with it. Stop crying like that. You're getting my shirt wet," he joking and Misty lifted her head.

"Sorry," she whispered. Ash's eyes softened.

"Come on! Why such the glum attitude?"

"Don't you understand?" Misty nearly yelled, tears streaming down her face. "They're gonna take you away from me," she softly as if she couldn't believe herself. "I don't think…I don't think I could handle that." Ash put his hand on hers.

"They won't. Can I have the water bottle?" He slowly chugged most of the water. "Help me up," he said, his voice strong. "I don't think I could stand with the floor spinning like this."

"You shouldn't," she said but slipped an arm around his waist.

"We need to get out of this room before they come back," he said softly in her ear, putting an arm over her shoulders.

"But Charity-?"

"Hey," she said, entering the room. "I've got the ice--Oh!" she exclaimed, nearly dropping the washcloth of ice she cradled in her hands. "You're up!" Ash nodded grimly. "Listen, I'm really sorry--"

"We don't have time," Ash said gently. "It's okay, we just need to get out of here."

"We'll take him to my room," said Charity. "They won't think of looking there." Misty smiled. "It's just down this hall and down the other hall to the right."

"Great," whispered Ash, holding his head. Misty pulled Ash closer to her and he rested his head on her shoulder.

"Let's go."

They reached Charity's room and Misty rested Ash on the bed. Charity drew the drapes and locked the door.

"Let me see that ice," said Misty and gently pressed it onto Ash's face. "Do you have Ibuprofen or something?" she asked as Ash's face scrunched up with pain.

"I'll check," said Charity. "Hold on." Misty stared into Ash's pain-filled face and sighed. Suddenly, heavy poundings rained on the door.

"Charity!" yelled Haruka. Misty stood quickly and began rolling Ash towards the end of the bed.

"Come on Ash, stand up!" she pleaded. "Just for a second!" He did but his legs nearly gave away. Misty took him into her arms, his arms curled around her waist and the top of his head nestled in the crook of her neck. She scooted back behind the nightstand.

"Charity!"

"Coming Haruka!" called Charity and threw the box of Ibuprofen skittering across the bed. With a quiver, it flew over the edge of the bed and skidded towards Misty. She snatched it and popped a blister, extracting the pill. Silently, she pressed it into Ash's mouth and had him swallow it with the last if the Evian.

"He's gone," came the older woman's harsh voice. "Right off the table."

"What?" cried Charity. "He's crazy! He'll kill us all by tonight!"

"It was that Misty girl," sneered Haruka. "If you see her, please tell me."

"Of course Haruka!" came the pert reply and there was a click as the door shut. "That was too close," whispered Charity. "Did you get him to take the medication?"

"Yeah," whispered Misty, shifting slightly. "I'm worried," she said, looking down onto the top of his head. "Can you remove his hat and jacket for me please?" Charity did so and Misty lifted the boy onto the bed. His head lolled around limply as she set him on the bed.

"His temperature's gone down at least," commented Charity.

"What now?" asked Misty, sitting beside Ash. "What now?"

"We must convince them that Ash is okay," suggested Charity. "They think he's come rapid psycho out to kill everyone."

"I've got an idea," said Misty, standing. "Help me get him onto my back." Misty curled her arms under Ash's knees and walked shakily towards the door. "He needs to see a doctor," said Misty. "He'll die if he doesn't."

"How are you going to get past Haruka and the officers and everyone else?" asked Charity, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"We won't," said Misty grimly. "Let's go." Misty staggered down the stairs, Ash's dead weight getting heavier by the step. As they made their way down the steps, officers rushed to meet them.

"Give it here," said the head, extending a hand while the others around him drew chrome guns. Misty gripped Ash's legs tighter and backed away slightly.

"No, listen--" she started but was cut off by the loud crack of a gun being shot off. The bullet whizzed by her head, ruffling her hair.

"I think it should be vice-versa," growled the officer. "You don't understand what you have there."

"He's my best friend!" Misty screamed, her eyes forced shut as two more shots rung out. She slid Ash off her back and wrapped her arms around the now-unconscious teen. She kneeled on the ground and buried her face in Ash's neck.

"Move in!" she heard the officer shout. She clenched her eyes shut and felt rough hands tear her from Ash.

"No!" she screamed and clawed at the hands. "Why are you doing this!?"

"Hold her back," commanded the officer as they picked up Ash. Misty's shoulders shook as a strong arm settled itself across her collar bone, preventing her from moving.

"He's sick!" she yelled. "You'll kill him! You'll kill him!" The officers took no heed and bound him up. "You'll kill him," she sobbed softly.

"Wait," said a voice. "Wait just a minute." The officers stopped cold and looked up. Misty did as well and gasped at what she saw.

Yeah, don't I know cliffhangers are evil but I decided to make ya wait. All the more reason to review right? *WINK, WINK, NUDGE, NUDGE* Well here's the sixth chapter. Geesh, I'm surprised it made it this far! Thanks to all the good reviews! Thanks Joy-Girl and some of the newer people who have reviewed. Who's the person who's stopped the officers? Dunno. Well, I guess you'll just have to read the next chapter, eh???

~ Kasagi Onaso