EDIT: This is the improved, fully-awake version of X. I don't know if any of you caught the one I posted last night, but I was mostly asleep when I wrote it, so suffice to say I accidentally said some weird shit. For some reason, I had Daisy reading a Quidditch magazine... Wrong fandom. XD

Anyway, I'm sorry this took so long to get out, and I'm also sorry it's not super long, but I hope you love it anyway!

Also, if you don't know what Xanax is, it's sort of an anxiety drug. Please enjoy! :)

Xanax

"This is your first time flying, isn't it Misty?" Ash asked cheerfully from his place in Daisy Sketchit's backseat. Misty felt her palms grow clammy as the view of the airport grew closer.

"Sure is," Misty gulped. She felt her flipping over and over.

"You alright, sis?" Daisy asked, a concerned note present in her preppy voice.

"Just a little nervous, that's all."

Daisy glanced at Misty from the corner of her eye, not wanting to take her eyes off the road, but very unconvinced by her sister's feeble reply.

"Thanks for taking us to the airport, Daisy!" Ash said abruptly. "Too bad Tracey was working with the Professor. I wish I could have seen him! But I'm really excited for our trip to Unova. I've always wanted to go back and bring Misty with me," he babbled, unaware of his fianceé's state. "The stars there are so beautiful! And so are the cities! You'll love it, Mist!"

"Pika!" Pikachu agreed jubilantly from his trainer's lap.

Not wanting to disappoint her lover, Misty turned around and forced a smile onto her pursed lips.

Not only did she not want to disappoint Ash, she also didn't want to feel humiliated in front of Ash. She was twenty-one years old and she still had never flown on an airplane. Everyone had told Misty that it was nothing to be afraid of, but Misty begged to differ. Tens of thousands of feet in the air with nothing separating you from falling to your death except for some airlocked piece of junk.

Of course, Ash and Misty wouldn't be flying on some piece of junk. Ash was the Pokémon Master, after all. They were flying first class on one of the top commercial planes to pay a friendly visit to Cilan and Iris, as well as to get far away from the present pre-wedding stress. While Ash would have been just fine flying in coach, however he'd asked Misty if she'd like to fly first class and she girlishly jumped at the opportunity.

And then it really sunk in.

"-and I bet Cilan and Iris will be so happy to see us!" Ash rambled on. "Oh, pull up to that spot, Daisy, it's closer to the luggage check-in."

Daisy obeyed, silently wondering if Ash was always this talkative.

He's usually a lot quieter. I think his motormouth is rivaling my entire family's...

"Come on, Piakchu!" Ash opened the back door of Daisy's blue Mustang and hopped out, happily stretching his long legs. Pikachu mirrored his moves.

"That back seat isn't made for men like us, huh, buddy?"

"Chu!"

"But, Ash," Daisy questioned, simultaneously popping the trunk and pulling the key from the ignition while she stepped out of the driver's seat. "Isn't Pikachu only like a foot tall? Doesn't he have plenty of room?"

"Pikachu is one foot four," Ash corrected, pointer finger pointed upwards in a very matter-of-fact fashion.

He chose not to respond to Daisy's actual question.

After Daisy "helped" Ash unload the suitcases from the trunk by reapplying her lipstick and checking her reflection in the window, Ash looked around, figuring he was completely ready to go.

Except for one thing.

"Uh, Misty?" Ash looked around again, this time searching for vibrant red hair.

"In here!" a muffled voice called from in front of them.

Ash threw Daisy a bewildered glance which was returned and walked over to the passenger side of the the convertible in which Misty sat, still buckled.

"Are... are you coming?" Ash faltered confusedly, as his lover looked back at him as if he had just asked her something as simple as the day of the week. He scratched the back of his neck. "I mean, we do have a plane to catch and everything."

"Oh, right. I forgot," Misty said monotonously. Ash's eyebrows continued to rise up his forehead as she still made no attempt to move.

"Misty..."

"Yes?"

"You're still in the car..."

"Oh."

Misty swiftly unbuckled herself and got out of the car with an expressionless face. Ash, ever the worrier, placed his hands on Misty's shoulders and lightly squeezed, all while Daisy didn't even pretend to look away.

"Mist... I'm worried about you. Are you sure you can handle this flight? Are you sure you can do it? If you can't, just tell me and we'll drive straight to Hoenn to visit May and Drew instead!"

Daisy cringed.

Misty, however, who wore a previously unemotional face, suddenly fell back into her feisty old ways as she pushed Ash's hands off her.

"And just what gives you the right to be worried, Ketchum? I can handle anything that anyone throws at me! And furthermore, I want to see Iris! Not May!" Ash's eyes widened at the rant. "I love May, but I really can't deal with Drew's attitude right now. And I also can't handle yours, so just leave me be! I'm a grown woman. You'd think I'd be able to fly on a silly airplane without holding my mommy's hands," Misty sneered, adding air quotes to her mock. Ash rolled his eyes and turned toward Daisy, who intended on walking them up to the gate in the airport, but Misty pushed past him before he could even walk forward.

She even helped him carry the luggage. That's how Ash knew she was upset.

And Ash knew that this particular kind of 'upset' fell under the category of 'terrifying.'

Ash, Misty, Pikachu, and Daisy made it through airport security with no problem. Of course, Ash knew, it was going to be the actual flying part of the whole experience that his future wife would be unable to handle.

He sighed and rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger from his seat overlooking the outside of the airport. They were waiting to finally board, after two-and-a-half hours of doing nothing, simply because Daisy had insisted they go early so that she could still get her afternoon shopping finished. Of course.

Speaking of Daisy, a funny thought entered Ash's mind.

But not the kind of funny thoughts Brock got when thinking about her.

What was that bottle she gave to Misty when she said goodbye at the gate...?

Ash racked his brains to try to remember what their parting exchange had consisted of.

Daisy embraced her redheaded sister, smiling as she rested her head on the shorter girl's shoulder. Ash pretended to look away and not listen simply to give them the illusion of privacy.

As the blonde hair separated from the violently red, Ash noticed Daisy reach into her purse.

"Here, Misty, I think you need this more than I do," Daisy commented seriously, retrieving an orange bottle of ten or fifteen pills and handing them over to her little sister.

"Um, what is it?" Misty asked, dumbly inspecting the pill bottle, looking for the label.

"Xanax. It'll help you relax on this plane ride! And maybe even everywhere else!" Daisy added on, unthinking of the consequences. Misty's eyes flashed with anger before she examined the bottle herself.

"Really? Misty murmured. She turned the pill bottle over in her hands, letting it rattle as she did so.

"Really! Just keep them!"

Ash figured Misty must have already taken too many of those Xanax things that Daisy had.

His suspicions were confirmed when he looked over to find his lover stumbling up back from the airport's bar.

"Xanax and alcohol," Ash grumbled to himself. "So she's wasted. Great." He let his head fall back into his hands

This is going to be a long flight.

Originally, I was going to write the entire plane ride, but, um, then I didn't. Maybe one day! I need to do like Twenty-Six Outtakes or something. XD And I know that Misty actually has been flying before but I make my own rules. XD