Franticshipping: Part 1

After walking in on Gold's and Crystal's make out session, the two 'dateless' Dexholders discovered that Zoey and Fin planned to get Ruby and Sapphire together next. Willow managed to get a friend of his to charter a private jet to Hoenn.

"My friend Jean's a fantastic pilot!" Willow grinned evilly as they wandered through the Goldenrod Airport. "Don't you worry about a thing!"

"…I don't like that look…" Silver muttered anxiously, staring at his senior's expression as they walked through the terminal. "Is there something I should know about this Jean person?"

"Quit making excuses."

"I'm just concerned is all..."

"Oh some on Silver, I thought you were fearless!" Willow snapped. "Don't tell me you're afraid of those two kids."

"Well excuse me for taking my well being into account!" Silver huffed. "Why are you getting me into this anyways?"

"Because I need somebody who isn't going gaga over a girl." Willow smirked. "And you fit the bill!"

"You have Rylte!" Silver protested. "That Riolu can take out my entire team!"

"Yeah, but he's unpredictable! You saw what he did to my kitchen!"

"You had a kitchen?"

"Exactly."

Silver contemplated what Willow meant by that for a few moments. "What was he trying to cook?"

Willow paused at the entrance to the jet. "Toast." And without uttering another word he marched into the jet.

Silver silently wondered to himself what he had done to deserve such a hellish life.

"Jean old buddy!" Willow beamed at a blond haired boy, no older than himself. He wore a black balaclava over his hair; a pair of jeans like his name suggested, and wore a short-sleeved white t-shirt with an awesome face sketched into the fabric. Surrounding the famous memé was the words "Laugh because it's good for you."

For some reason Silver felt he was going to do anything but laugh, something about the boy was disconcerting.

"Great Low!" The boy replied cheerfully. He pulled a pair of goggles from his jean pocket and pulled them over his face.

It suddenly dawned on Silver that THIS was JEAN the PILOT. "Wait… Are you going to fly this?"

Jean chuckled. "Relax buddy! I've crashed so much shit so far, I gotta get SOMETHING to land safely."

Silver's body was frozen in shock, Willow laughed as he dragged the stunned Dexholder to a seat.

"Why…?" Silver questioned Willow as he started to move to the cockpit.

"Huh?"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Silver pleaded.

"I dunno." Willow shrugged. "It's funny I guess."

"…Funny! ?" Silver half screamed.

"WILLOW IF YOU DON'T GET INTO THE COCKPIT NOW, I'LL FLY THIS JET MYSELF!" Jean screamed from the cockpit.

"Yeah, yeah. Coming…" Willow replied indifferently as he moved to the control room

Silver shuddered. 'I can't believe I'm placing my life in the hands of those maniacs and… wait a second! How can a sixteen year old fly a jet? !'

As Silver made to unbuckle his belt, he was thrown back into his seat violently as Jean drove his foot down on the accelerator.

As Silver recovered from the recoil the jet's loudspeakers activated, Jean's voiced echoed through the Jet. "This is your Captain speaking, today's weather is Shitstorm! I recommend you stay buckled down, because I don't know how to fly straight in this weather!"

Silver glanced out the window, the weather was completely clear.

"I am so dead…" Silver muttered before collapsing back into his seat.

As Jean violently threw the steering wheel in all directions, Willow activated his Pokedex chat system.

"Hey! You can't use electronic equipment on a plane!" Jean yelled. "You'll make us crash!"

As Jean spoke he knocked the plane into a sharp nosedive, Jean started screaming every profanity in the English language as he desperately started pressing buttons.

Willow sighed and flicked a single switch, bringing the plane back to a stable position.

Jean glared at him. "I was totally going to press that one next!"

"Really? I never would have guessed seeing as you were hovering over the 'eject button'"

Jean huffed and pulled up a map. "Next you're going to criticize my map reading…" Jean stared down at the piece of paper, then the tracking map on the plane. "I think we're going the wrong way…"

Willow signed and flipped the map the right way up and handed it back to Jean.

"Oh."

"Damn right."

Silver at that moment burst into the cockpit. "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME! ?"

"What do you mean Sil?" Willow asked innocently.

Silver trembled with rage. "The freaking nosedive Low!"

"Oh, that was Jean."

"Hey!"

"I thought you said he could fly!" Silver snapped.

"I may have… grossly exaggerated…" Willow played with his fingers avoiding Silver's glare.

"…Can he even fly straight?" Silver roared.

The two Dexholders glanced at the useless pilot, who was steering manually… with his elbows…

Rylte's Fun Facts – When Silver glares, Green is calling Blue a pesky girl.