Gold Digger
Hanna was one of the Nugget Bridge trainers, until she met Greg. But she didn't know that he was the son of the infamous Gary Oak… (Set about twenty years after Ash become champion)
Chapter two: Stop following me!
Greg set his pack down on the ground and surveyed the sky, it was almost sunset, if he wanted to set up camp in the light he'd better begin.
He walked around for a while, searching for wood and then lit the fire, he heard a whimpering inside his pokeballs and smiled. The day hadn't been good, first that stupid girl had insisted on borrowing his jolteon, then she had followed him as he bought his bike, and it had rained until three o'clock, making him wet and cold.
Still, at least I have my pokémon, he thought.
He brought a tin of meat out of his bag and opened it, and then he let two of his pokémon out. They ate up the meat eagerly, and he smiled at them happily. He heard a twig snap and turned around. Where had it come from?
"Damn it! Stupid vines!" Said a familiar voice. He groaned inwardly.
"Why are you following me?" He asked crossly.
"I'm not following you! I was being chased and had to run, so I ran the way you went, it was by chance." Said Hanna, as she stumbled out of the long grass, a long vine trailed around her foot.
"Chased by who?" Asked Greg sharply.
"Chased by James and the Nugget Bridge crew, of course. They resented me leaving, with stolen property."
Greg sighed in relief, so it wasn't him they were after.
"But do you think you could help me? I kind of don't have a tent and don't want to have to sleep out side in the dark."
"No!" Said Greg loudly, "It's your own fault."
"I had James chasing me because of you. Aren't you gonna at least do something for me?"
"Go back to Cerulean, it's your home."
"I can't, I owe a nugget to James, or rather you owe it. And that water girl is probably gonna want me to pay her back for the stone."
"It's your own fault."
"But James is gonna kill me if I go back there." Said Hanna, and Greg noticed a faint tremor in her voice.
"Well, bad luck. We all have to die some day." He said, not looking at her and hoping that she didn't mean what she said.
"Please?" Said Hanna, a tear slid down her cheek, "I can't go back, I really can't, I've wanted to go on a pokémon journey my whole life, and I've wanted to get away from James my whole life, and everything. Please don't make me go back?" She begged.
Greg sighed, he'd never had any trouble refusing anyone before, but she was different, and he did owe her.
And that was how he found himself sharing a tent with a hyper active sixteen year old…
"Go to sleep." Muttered Greg sleepily, an hour later.
"But it's so exciting! I've never slept in a tent before!"
"I'm tired, I need to sleep so I can get to Vermillion by the end of tomorrow."
"You're going to Vermillion? Why don't you beat the Saffron gym leader first?"
"Because, Lt. Surge is easier to beat. If I beat him first then I can go back and beat Sabrina afterwards with better pokémon."
"Oh… So what pokémon does Lt. Surge use? Should I use my geodude or my vaporeon against him?" Asked Hanna excitedly.
"He uses electric pokémon, and I don't really care what you use, because I'm not going to be there." Said Greg, beginning to get angry.
"What do you mean? I thought we'd beat him together, since we're both going there and all."
"I am going to Vermillion. You are going back to Saffron. Like you planned."
"But I planned to go with you." Said Hanna sadly.
"I planned to go alone."
"And I thought we could even do the league challenge together, and become friends, I've never had a friend before…"
Greg found himself actually pitying her, but forced himself to answer sarcastically, "I wonder why?"
"It's because I was supposedly unlucky, dad ran off when I was born, mum died when I was eleven, I have always been poor…"
"Wonderful, really, but I didn't need your life history."
"What about you?" Said Hanna; ignoring the snubs she received. "Why don't you have any friends?"
"I do have friends, just not with me at the moment." Said Greg, gritting his teeth.
"Then how come you have no numbers in your phone, apart from your dad?" Asked Hanna innocently.
"You went through my PHONE!" Shouted Greg, suddenly awake.
"Yeah, I was playing Ekans on it, then I decided to see whose numbers you had."
"THAT'S IT!!! I've had enough of this! In the morning you are going straight back to Cerulean, or where ever else you plan to go, but you are NOT coming with me!"
"But I thought we were friends?" Said Hanna sadly, "I guess I should've known, nobody ever lets me even have a chance…"
Greg raised his hand above the unwary Hanna, but then forced it down again, "I'm sleeping outside for tonight, and you are not coming with me."
"That's okay, goodnight, Greg." Said Hanna happily.
Greg slept a very uncomfortable and cold night outside while Hanna slept happily inside.
In the morning she walked out of the tent, still wearing her singlet and jeans, even though they looked a little dirtier.
"Morning!" She said happily.
Greg grunted groggily from his sleeping bag beside the dead fire.
"I'll make breakfast for you." Said Hanna happily.
She scurried around the make shift campsite for half an hour making his breakfast. Once she was done, she squatted by him holding the plate so that the scent wafted near his face.
Greg sat up and made sure his hood was still over his face, "Thanks," He said.
"That's okay, y'know I was wondering…" Hanna looked at Greg expectantly and he stopped with a forkful of food half way to his mouth.
"Yes…" He said cautiously.
"I'm really sorry about going through your phone and following you and all, but since we're both going to Saffron before Vermillion and I don't have map, could we go there together, it's not more than half a days journey.
Greg hesitated, it was only half a day, and they were both going, and even if she was annoying, she had made him breakfast.
"Alright, but at Saffron we split up."
She nodded happily, "That's fine by me."
He opened his mouth and took a big bite of the meat she had prepared him for breakfast.
He gaped and spat it up.
"WHAT IS THIS!!!" He roared.
"Oh, I don't know, I found it in your bag, here's the tin for it." Said Hanna innocently.
Greg read the tin, "You gave me food that was meant for JOLTEON! Don't you read labels at all? You stupid idiot, I'll probably get food poisoning from this."
Hanna cringed, "I'm sorry, I really am, but I need glasses, I just saw a tin in your bag and thought it must be food."
"You went through my bag as well? Have you learnt nothing? If you give me food, give me your own!"
"I didn't bring any food." Said Hanna quietly.
"You mean you expected to make a two day journey without food? What were you thinking? You must be the most stupid trainer I've ever met!" Said Greg loudly.
"I thought I could share with you, I didn't realise it was so long, and I didn't have any money to buy food. All I bought was a pokeball, just in case I ran into any pokémon. I'm sorry, I really am stupid." Said Hanna, a tear fell down her pale cheek.
Greg felt a wave of guilt, he had made her cry; HE had made a girl cry! And back home I was so good with them, he thought guiltily, and I suppose she does mean well.
An awkward silence existed for a minute. Hanna sat there with tears flowing silently down her cheeks, before sobbing loudly and picking up her bag.
"I should never have come, I'm sorry for everything. I'm stupid and worthless and I don't deserve to live." She said, still crying.
Greg placed the bowl of food on the ground and stood up as she left the campsite, "Wait! I'm sorry!" He called after her.
She turned around, "Really?" She said, the tears disappearing instantly.
"Really, I'm sorry for calling you stupid and everything, I shouldn't have, I just didn't think." Said Greg.
"So I can come with you to Saffron?"
"No!" Greg said quickly, "I mean, no, I'm going alone, a private trainer journey to enhance my relationship between me and my pokémon."
"Alright," Said Hanna sniffing, "I suppose we all need them, I'll go on one too."
Greg sighed; at last, the stupid girl was seeing sense, "Great, I'll, uh, pack up the campsite and then I'll be heading off."
"I'll go now, I suppose there's nothing you want me to do."
"Nothing, nothing at all." Said Greg.
"Goodbye," Said Hanna, and turned around the corner on the path that lead to Saffron.
"At last," Said Greg, "Rid of the stupid girl."
And Hanna, standing just out of sight, smiled an evil smile as he said it.
Greg hoisted his pack on his back after he had finally finished packing up the camp, now I can go to Vermillion, he thought.
He turned around the corner and found Hanna waiting there.
"Agh!" He screamed girlishly.
"Hey, Greg, I've finished my private trainer journey, so why don't we go to Saffron together?" She said happily.
"NO! Just stop following me!" He yelled, and jumped onto his collapsible bike that he had bought with the money from the nugget. He rode off as fast as he could and Hanna looked after him with an odd smile on her face…
AN: Please review, only my second fic.
