Disclaimer: You know the drill. Pokémon does not belong to me, nor does William Shakespeare or Puck. Nor do I own any of the authors that appear within. Flory, Calliope, Poppy and Poptart and the storyline does belong to me. Lucius is co-owned with Mia, and Ashura the Mew belongs to Joanne (Dragoness). Blame for Starmiebucks and Jigglypuff Jeans lies with my 'twin' Jenn and myself.
Lyrics for the Chapter Title belong to "Falling" a debut song from Candice Alley, a 21-year-old Aussie girl!
A/N: I really don't know how many times I have to say this, but Puck does not come from Gargoyles! I have never seen the show. The Puck that I base my characterisation on comes from Celtic mythology and William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. With the exception of Mia perhaps, you're looking at one of the biggest Shakespeare buffs around. The Bard rules!!! It is in tribute to Shakespeare that this whole insane series came about, hence the word 'Midsummer' in every story. And the references to Shakespeare abound – Growlithes named Hamlet and Ophelia and Mac and Beth. MacBeth, get it? ^^ Plus I have a real problem with all Pokémon having eggs. Especially Pikachu. Mice do not have eggs. So I shall deviate from the show in that Pokémon with the exception of any bird, reptile, or fish ones, will have live births. And anyone who disagrees shall face an extra large Egg Whisk.
Chapter Nine: I Don't Know What's Real
Mia sank gratefully into the hot sudsy bath as the CD player she had dragged into the bathroom began to play sad Broadway tunes. After she had reached the villa she shared with the other girls, she had grabbed her pjs and rushed into the bathroom.
The teenager had always found a hot bath the perfect way to unwind after a tense situation, and it offered her a chance to gather her thoughts and think things through.
And after what had just happened, she really needed to think.
"Poor Mia," Dana sighed as she sat with the other girls and Drake in the living room; having been filled in on the events that had taken place.
"Yeah, poor Puck too," Trish added as she glanced towards the closed bathroom door, where the music to Somewhere from West Side Story was currently playing. The dark-haired girl bit her lip. "What do you think happened?"
"Oh I know!" Dana said eagerly, and all leant forward in their seats. "There's…no business like show business, like no business I know!" the red head sang and threw her arms out wide.
Everyone's jaws dropped as one and they stared at Dana with wide eyes.
"Where on earth did THAT come from?" Trish was the first to recover her speech.
Dana fidgeted and reddened. "Uh…the urge just came over me? she said sheepishly. Which was the truth, since Dana had wanted to tell her friends about the evil Fae she had come across and the plans he had in store for them. If at first you don't succeed, try again, she thought to herself before smiling brightly at her friends. "Let's try that again. Now I know who is behind this! It starts with…start spreading the news. I'm leaving today. I want to be a part of it. New York, New York!"
Dear Lord, please kill me now. Her friends were looking at her as if she had suddenly grown extra heads and sprouted feathers.
"Dana what is with you?" Jenn demanded.
"I don't know," she stammered before remembering the spell that Lu had uttered that night. You will be doomed to sing in musical verse. Which meant that until she worked out how to break the spell, she would be unable to warn her friends about the great danger they were in.
Outside the living room window, Lucius let an evil smirk creep across his features as he watched the group. "And for my next evil trick," he murmured. "Let all things perfect fall apart; let me completely break two of those hearts."
The next day…
Ash was sitting in Drake's office talking quietly with the
Orange Crew Leader when he felt Pikachu, who was sitting in his lap, start to
squirm uncomfortably.
The Grand Master looked down in concern at his first Pokémon. The tiny mouse's
face was scrunched up into an indescribable expression. "What's wrong
Pik?"
"Piiiiiiika" she moaned and clutched her swollen stomach with
two paws.
Ash paled. "Uh, Drake, could you ring Nurse Joy up right this minute and
tell her that I have a Pikachu that's about to pop..."
"Sure thing," Drake punched in the number of the Pokémon Centre, as
Ash pulled out his cell phone and called Misty and Katrina, the Trainer of
Pikachu's mate Raichu.
Soon Pikachu had been rushed into the Pokémon Centre and
straight into the labour ward. Ash, Misty and Katrina stood in the back of the
room, the Grand Master cuddling Poppy; as Pikachu lay on the bed, Raichu by her
side holding her paw in his.
(translation of Pokémon speech)
"You're doing fine, Honey," Raichu soothed as sweat appeared
on Pikachu's brow as another contraction hit.
"That's okay for you to say!" she glared at him. "You're
not the one who has to endure the damn labour pains!"
The three humans sweat dropped at Pikachu's language and
the Grand Master quickly covered Poppy's long ears. She normally never swore...
The contractions intensified and Pikachu moaned in pain. "I swear that this
is the LAST time you are ever touching me again!" the yellow mouse
snarled at her mate as the biggest contraction yet hit.
Ash was thankful that he still had Poppy's ears covered.
"But Honey..." Raichu pleaded.
Pikachu gave one massive push and a minute bundle of fur popped out.
"That's the first one," Nurse Joy cheered. "Now to get the
others out...and it should be easier for you Pikachu..."
An half hour later, Pikachu had given birth to six tiny babies, which Nurse Joy
laid gently beside her. Raichu gave his tired mate a kiss. "I'm so
proud of you.."
"Three girls and three boys," Nurse Joy announced
with a smile.
Ash walked over and gave his favourite Pokémon a gentle scratch behind her long
ears, eliciting a contented purr. "Congratulations Pik and Raichu. I'm
really proud of you."
He looked at Poppy. "And someone's a big sister now too..."
Poppy chirped proudly and puffed her chest out a little.
Ash then noticed his wife had a strange look on her face. "Is something the matter, Hon?"
"Nothing," Misty smiled as she gently squeezed his hand. "I was just thinking about how that's going to be us next time." She then gave a sheepish laugh. "Although I'm not looking forward to the labour pains at all, if Pikachu's is any indication! It's too late to do anything about it now…"
"You're right there," Ash said, looking down at his wife's six-months-swollen belly.
"I wonder if I'll be as bad as Pikachu was while in childbirth," Misty mused.
"I'd say you'd be much worse!" Ash stated then cringed as the red head waved a fist at him. "Only because of the drugs they give you, and since you're naturally feisty…" he added quickly, calming her instantly.
When Misty walked over to Pikachu's bedside, Katrina leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Nice save."
"Yeah," the Grand Master breathed a sigh of relief. "A pregnant woman is not to be trifled with, especially not with all those raging hormones."
"You learn fast, Ashy Boy," his friend smirked.
On his way back from the Pokémon Centre, Ash stopped by Drake's office to let his friend know how things went, and the two men went for a coffee at Jigglypuff Jeans.
"So three boys and three girls," Drake mused. "Congrats Uncle Ash."
"Thank you," the Grand Master grinned as he sipped his café latte.
"You keeping one of them as usual?"
"Yup, one of the girls because girls are easier to look after."
"Any names?"
"Poptart."
Drake raised one dark eyebrow. "Poptart?"
"Nothing wrong with that," Ash defended his choice.
"No, but why am I not surprised that food is your inspiration?" the Orange Crew Leader sighed.
"Heeey…"
There was a moments silence between them and Ash noted how tired his colleague looked. "In need of more sleep?" he queried.
Drake rubbed his eyes slowly before nodding. "I haven't been sleeping that well lately. Got a lot of things that are worrying me."
"Care to talk about them?"
"Trish is still very ill, and she hasn't been able to attend many functions with me," Drake hesitated before saying the next sentence. "On the other hand, Danny's been keeping her company a lot. I don't know whether that's something to worry about…"
"Of course not," Ash said firmly. "I know Trish has been frustrated at not being able to go out with you. I'm sure Danny is just being a good friend and all."
"Well…there's also the strange matter of Chris."
"I've noticed he hasn't been around. Where did he go?"
Drake raised one dark eyebrow. "Oh he's still around, just not in the form you're used to."
"What do you mean?"
"You know Trish's cousin Christine?"
"Yeah…"
"That is Chris."
"Oh. My. God…"Ash trailed off, his eyes wide.
The night air was crisp and cool as a lone figure walked
along one of the many cliff tops on Pummelo. Ash Ketchum wrapped his light
trench coat closer around him, as there was a slight chill in the gentle
breeze.
The Grand Master had been unable to sleep, and so had slipped quietly out of
his private villa. Perhaps a long walk would ease his troubled mind. All these
unexplained occurrences, some of which he had only learned from Drake the other
day.
Mia acting the exact opposite to her usual self and not remembering a thing,
the episode of Dana and himself being turned into Pikachus, Chris being turned
into a woman, and Trish's apparently incurable illness. Plus Ash just could not
shake the feeling that something bad, something terribly evil was around.
He had asked Misty if she felt anything was amiss, and she had replied in the
negative. Maybe it was all part of being the Chosen One..
Whatever it was, Ash felt as if he had to be there for some
reason. Although I seriously doubt that something is going to happen near a
cliff top at 11pm at night, he thought with a sigh.
Meanwhile, there was someone else who couldn't sleep that night. Jenn tossed
and turned in her bed, unable to sink into the sweet oblivion of sleep.
After a half an hour the blonde gave up, throwing her sheets off and stumbling
out of bed. There was simply far too much on her mind at the moment.
Jenn dressed quickly in a pair of light cotton pants, tank top and a light
jacket. Nothing like a moonlit walk when all was peaceful. Creeping quietly
through the villa, she let herself out the front door, before setting off, her
keys jingling in her pants pocket.
The sound of waves crashing on the shore made Jenn head towards the cliffs. She
had always loved the ocean, and to see the moonlight turn the water a
shimmering silver never failed to delight her.
As she walked she thought about the things that were bothering her. One of them
being Gary Oak. Jenn never let on to her friends that her ex was still causing
her grief.
After all she had been with him for two years before the very public dumping,
and Jenn had honestly thought that he was the one. She still couldn't believe
that she could mean so little to him that he'd dump her for the first busty
girl he saw.
The blonde sighed. Maybe just maybe she should go back to him; if only because
she was beginning to think that Gary Oak was the only chance she had for love.
After all, Ash was very much off-limits being married, Drake was dating her
best friend, Danny didn't seem interested in her, and Ben was dating Shannon.
Trish was also one of Jenn's worries. Her best friend was not getting any
better, in fact she was getting worse.
The cool breeze blew her long tresses back as the low lying mist swirled
around. A lone figure materialised out of the mist ahead, and Jenn's heartbeat
quickened. Could it be Gary?
"Hey there," she called out tentatively as she walked closer.
The man turned at her approach and Jenn saw that it was the
Grand Master, instead of Gary as she had first thought. The moonlight cast a
silver glow over his dark locks which were slightly ruffled by the breeze. He
looks so grrr...
"Hello Jenn," Ash smiled easily before turning his attention back out
to sea.
"What are you doing out here?" Jenn quipped as she came up beside
him.
"I should be asking you the same thing," the dark-haired man winked.
"I just couldn't sleep that's all. There's a lot on my mind at the
moment."
"Same here," the blonde sighed. "So what made you come up
here?"
"Oh, I've always found the sight and sound of the ocean very relaxing and
peaceful," Ash said. "Nothing like a walk along the beach at
night."
"Same!" Jenn beamed. She never knew that Ash felt the same way about
the ocean as she did. Gary had never shared it, and so romantic walks along the
beach were a rare occurrence during the two years they were together. If only
Ash had been a free agent, they could have taken long rambles along the beach. But
he isn't, so just enjoy the fact that you are alone with him right now.
Jenn sighed. Life was just so unfair...
"That sounded deep," the Grand Master glanced at her. "What's on
your mind?"
Jenn hesitated for a moment but then began. "I'm wondering whether I
should get back with Gary..."
"What?!" Ash blanched. "You can't be serious!"
The blonde was a bit taken aback by his vehemence. "But I am
sorta..."
"But why, Jenn?" Ash questioned. "Why would you want to go back
to a man who's cheated on you? Not only was he quick to deny that you were his
girlfriend, but he certainly hasn't acted like he's heartbroken at all over
you. To me that sounds like he doesn't place the same value on relationships as
you do."
"I know that," Jenn sighed. "But what if Gary's my only chance
for happiness? What if I don't find another guy?"
"He isn't."
"And what makes you so sure of that?" the blonde stared at her companion. The tone of his voice, it was if he was completely confident in the veracity of his statement.
Ash gave her a lopsided grin. "Just a feeling. You're a really wonderful girl, Jenn. You deserve so much better."
"But Gary…"
"Gary is the Viridian City Gym Leader, yes and he is the grandson of Professor Oak. Yes, he has lots of money, and yes he is all attitude. But is he a better person than any of the other guys out there?" the Grand Master questioned. "Mr Right could be a perfectly nice guy who is not all out there, and he could already be right in front of your nose and you don't know it."
Jenn blinked. "Since when did you become Dr Phil, relationship therapist?"
The dark-haired man laughed. "Mom always liked to watch the show, and so does Misty."
"Well you sure sound all knowledgeable and impressive," Jenn grinned. "Makes me wonder if you are as dopey and goofy as some people claim you are."
"You'd be surprised at exactly how much I do know," Ash smiled back. "I don't think I would have got this far or remained here for so long if I was as bad as my critics say."
"True."
"And you did tell me quite a bit about yourself when I was Satochu…"
Ooooh, so I did, Jenn cringed inwardly with embarrassment.
"If Gary was the one, I sincerely doubt you would even contemplate eyeing any other guys, nor would you have had so many questions about his behaviour."
"True," the blonde conceded. "But I still want to see Gary…"
"And?"
"Get my answers before beating the living daylights out of his sorry hide!"
Ash laughed and shook his head. "You are really something else Jenn."
"Why thank you!" Jenn beamed as she walked closer to the cliff's edge to peer at the water below.
Ash felt the back of his neck prickle with apprehension as
the willowy blonde neared the edge. "Jenn...be careful," he warned.
Jenn grinned as she faced her companion, her back to the ocean. "I'll be
careful! There's no danger...Besides I laugh in the face of danger! Ha ha ha
ha!"
A wry grin crossed the Grand Master's face. "Let me guess, you've been
watching The Lion King."
"Yup!" the girl beamed. "I loved that movie! I..." Just
then a huge shadowy creature swooped down out of nowhere and knocked Jenn off
balance and over the cliff; her horrified scream echoing in the stillness of
the night.
"JENN!" Ash gasped in horror as he ran towards the edge. Reaching it
he peered over and saw that Jenn was clinging precariously to a thick tree
branch jutting out just a foot below.
"Just hang on there," he called out firmly as he took off his leather
belt before tying it around a nearby small boulder and around his ankles;
providing a firm anchor. Lying down so that he was half over the edge he
reached down with one arm for the distressed damsel. "Give me your hand, Jenn."
But the blonde shook her head as she clung onto the branch with all her might.
"I don't wanna...I might lose my grip," she protested, the fear
evident in her voice.
"Give me your hand," Ash repeated.
"But I'll fall and die!"
"No you won't! You'll die if you stay here. I won't let you fall, I
promise."
"But..."
"Do it for your family and friends, Jenn. Please," the dark-haired
man urged.
The girl closed her eyes as a soft whimper escaped but she still wouldn't
budge.
"Then will you do it for me?"
Jenn opened her eyes and tentatively raised one hand towards Ash's outstretched
arm. When their fingers were almost touching, the Grand Master grabbed her arm
in a tight grip. "Good girl," he encouraged. "Now give me your
other arm. It's okay, I've got you."
Jenn let go of the branch with her other arm and gripped onto his tightly.
Ash silently uttered a short prayer as he slowly drew back on his knee, pulling
until Jenn was nearly over the top of the cliff. Then calling upon all his
strength, he gave one last heave, pulling Jenn to safety and the two landed in
one heap away from the edge.
Ash lay there collecting his breath as Jenn lay there half sprawled on top of
him. The slender blonde's body began to shake slightly and he could feel her
tears begin to dampen the shoulder of his coat. Silently he wrapped his arms
gently around her, knowing that it was better for her to cry and get the shock
out of her system.
Unbeknownst to the pair, they were being watched by a
shadowy figure perched in a nearby clump of trees. Lu silently gnashed his
teeth as Ash continued to comfort Jenn. He had been sooo close to succeeding
too! If it had not been for that meddlesome Chosen One being there...
The red-haired Fae swore slightly. He had heard stories before in the Fae World
about how there was a mortal known as the Chosen One, destined from birth to
become the greatest of them all; and to be the one who was earth's best hope
for salvation in the time of greatest peril. He had scoffed openly at the
legend, how could a human, who was by the very nature of their being pathetic,
be chosen by the gods?
But then Lucius had come to the mortal world and had come across the very
person whose existence he had always denied. Ash Ketchum, Pokémon Grand Master
and the Chosen One.
The young man seemed to lead a charmed life. He had already saved the world a
number of times, and was the type to willingly risk his life in order to help
others. By all rights, he should have been long dead. In fact he had
died on at least two occasions but had come back to life. Blessed by the gods,
he was incapable of being grievously harmed by black magic. Lu had already
tried once or twice to cast some black mojo on the man but to no avail.
And it didn't look as if he was going to leave the blonde's side for quite some
time. Lu swore again. He'd have to find another one of his victims to play
with. One who wasn't so lucky to have the Chosen One by her side. He smiled
then vanished.
By this time Ash had managed to move so that he was in a
sitting position with Jenn cradled in his arms and on his lap. He stroked her
hair softly as she continued to sob into his shoulder. "Its okay
Jenn," he soothed. "You're safe with me, and as soon as you feel you
can, I'll take you back home."
Gradually Jenn's tears subsided completely and she raised her head to look at
him with a teary smile. "Sorry about that," she hiccupped. "I
didn't mean to make your coat all damp."
The Grand Master smiled back. "No need to apologise. You nearly lost your
life a few minutes ago. I don't blame you one bit for being rattled."
The blonde enveloped him in a tight hug. "Thank you for saving me,"
she whispered before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"I was just lucky I was there in the first place," Ash returned the
embrace. "Now how about I take you back home?"
Knock! Knock!
Trish slowly surfaced from a deep sleep to hear the urgent pounding on the
front door. Grumbling slightly, the dark-haired girl threw off the covers and
stumbled out of bed, before padding outside. She knew all too well that nothing
short of a nuclear blast could wake either Dana or Mia when they were asleep.
Opening the door, she was startled to see Ash Ketchum standing there,
supporting a dishevelled looking Jenn with one arm around her waist. Her eyes
widened. "What happened? I thought she was asleep!" she gasped as she
ushered them into the living room.
"I uh couldn't sleep and went for a walk," Jenn explained as her
friend sat down beside her. "And I sort of had a little mishap..."
Ash raised a dark eyebrow. "Little mishap? I wouldn't call being
knocked off a cliff a little mishap! Just lucky for you I was taking a walk
around there too!"
Jenn shrank back slightly at the incredulous stare Trish
directed her way at the news. The blonde's discomfort increased when her best
friend did not say a word, and just sat there and stared.
"Uh...Trishy, it's rude to stare you know," she pouted.
"Well so would you if you had just heard what I have!" the
dark-haired girl retorted. "You fell off the cliffs???"
"Uh...yeah."
"Oh my god..." Trish hugged her best friend tightly. "Are you
okay??"
"Yah, just rather shaken," Jenn hugged back.
"She had a good cry before I brought her back home," Ash spoke up
from where he was sitting.
The Australian gave Jenn another hug before frowning at her. "You know
that you shouldn't go for a walk at night without telling anyone, Sis. By the
time we woke up it would have been too late! You were very lucky that
Ash happened to be insomniac as well!"
The blonde hung her head. "I know..."
"We nearly lost you forever...From now on, you are not to go on a walk at
night without telling me first," Trish said sternly.
"Yes, Mom," Jenn promised.
"And please be more careful..."
"Actually, it wasn't Jenn's fault," Ash said quietly. "Something
flew out of nowhere and knocked her over the edge."
A look of horror passed over Trish's face. "So it wasn't an
accident?" she whispered as the Grand Master nodded in confirmation.
"But...who..or what would want to harm Jenn?"
"That's what I'd like to know too," Jenn sniffled. "I can't
think of any possible enemies..."
"Neither can I," Trish frowned and rubbed her temples. "Things
are just getting stranger everyday...the whole business with you and Dana as
Pikachus, Chris, and Mia. Mia swears black and blue that she can't remember
doing anything that we say she did. I just wish I knew what was going
on..."
"Me too," Ash sighed.
The three were silent for a moment, before Trish sat up straight. "Maybe
we should talk to Callie and Puck while they're here. After all, Faes are
supposed to be familiar with all things out of the world and
paranormal..."
"That's true," Jenn brightened.
"Easy enough to get them over here," Trish mused. "Just tell
them we want to discuss what happened to Mia, and they'll be there."
Ash nodded then glanced at his watch. "I'd better get going...Misty might
be wondering where I've gone."
The three rose from their seats and Trish hugged the dark-haired man first.
"Thanks for saving Jenn, Ash. I owe you one for looking after my
twin."
"No need for that," Ash grinned and ruffled her hair. "Just try
and get rid of this horrible illness for me okay?"
"I'll try," she smiled before she yawned slightly.
"Sounds like someone should get back into bed," he chuckled.
"Mmmhmm," Trish turned to Jenn. "You're gonna be okay now?"
"Yup," the blonde nodded and pushed her twin towards the direction of
her bedroom. "I can let Ash out, you go on back to sleep."
As soon as the door had closed behind her friend, Jenn walked Ash to the front
and opened the door for him.
"Thank you," she said simply before hugging him tightly once more.
The dark-haired man smiled. "Anytime, Jenn. I won't let harm come to any
one of my friends or family, and I certainly won't let any more harm come to
you. And that's a promise."
Jenn watched as the Grand Master walked down the front path and onto the
street; before turning to go back inside. She had no doubt that Ash would keep
his promise, he was a man of his word. As a young girl she had often wondered
if the heroes she had read about in novels really existed. The tall, dark,
handsome hero who would come to the aid of damsel in distress and sweep her off
her feet. A small smile graced her lips as she thought about what had just
happened. "And now one has appeared and swept me off my feet. And he is also
very much married and off-limits. But no matter what happens, you'll always be
my hero Ashy-Boy. I owe you my life.."
—
The next morning Misty glanced up from her magazine to see her husband enter the kitchen, stifling a yawn or two. "Morning, sleepyhead," she greeted.
"Morning, Hon," Ash sat down opposite her as the hovering Mr Mime placed a freshly cooked breakfast in front of him.
"I heard you get up last night; then you didn't come back for quite some time. What were you doing?" Misty asked curiously.
The Grand Master sighed inwardly. He had tried not to disturb her last night; obviously he was not successful. Ever since Misty had reached the latter stages of her pregnancy, her sleeping habits tended to be disrupted more often than not. Of course having a large stomach and a small being within who tended to tap dance on one's liver and had no concept of time when it decided to do a workout; would disrupt anyone's sleep. No sense in keeping last night's events from his wife, she would just mallet them out of him anyway. Her fiery temper was very much exacerbated by the high hormone levels that were part and parcel of pregnancy.
"I couldn't sleep last night, too many things on my mind. So I went for a walk along the cliffs to relax," he finally said. "I came across Jenn out walking as well; she had an accident and went over the edge. After I dragged her to safety, I took her back home and had to explain what happened to Trish who we woke up. Then I returned here."
Misty raised her eyebrow. "You rescued Jenn?"
"Yes," Ash sighed. "I know what you're thinking, Mist and I'm telling you now – don't. I had to help; even if it had been someone else I still would have helped them. I couldn't let her die, I couldn't leave anyone to die…you know that."
"I know," the red head frowned. "But did you ever think that she might not have wanted you to rescue her?"
The dark-haired man blinked then shook his head. "You think she was about to commit suicide? No, she definitely wasn't there to do that."
"What makes you so sure?"
"She would have told Trish and myself when we had the talk." The pager on his belt went off and Ash sighed again. "Sorry, Hon but I have a meeting with the League Council now. Please believe me when I say that nothing of the romantic kind happened between Jenn and myself on the cliffs. It just so happened that our paths crossed last night." He gave his wife a gentle kiss on the lips. "I'll see you later."
"Bye Honey," Misty smiled and waved as he left the room, the sound of the front door closing a few minutes later. The red head woman walked into the living room and sat down on the lounge; one hand caressing her swollen belly. She didn't know whether to believe her husband or not. If the rescued person had been anyone other than Jenn, she would have no problems at all. Ash had spoken the truth when he said that he could not leave anyone to die. It was a creed that had defined his entire life up to this point; and he had fulfilled that silent promise countless of times. It was part of who he was, and part of what made him so special.
But Jenn…Misty frowned when she thought of the tall, willowy blonde American. Gary's ex-girlfriend and a girl who had a reputation for a roving eye when it came to good-looking men. The term 'hussy' would normally apply, but somehow she seemed to have escaped the label; rather she was regarded as a very nice girl and a great friend to have. Certainly Trish thought the world of her and the dark-haired Australian's judgement was always regarded highly amongst their group. As Danny said, she was a "damn smart lady who knows her stuff. She locks horns with politicians for goodness sake!" Trish certainly didn't seem to mind or care much that her best friend often eyed off her boyfriend, Drake. Misty never understood that, then again the girl was an Australian and those folk were a queer lot living upside down.
The red head wondered if there was more to Jenn's relationship with her husband than just mere friendship. When Ash had come back to bed that morning, she had caught the faint scent of perfume. A delicate floral fragrance that she knew she didn't have in her collection. It must have come from Jenn…
How did the blonde know that Ash was at the cliffs? Was it a pre-arranged secret rendezvous? Misty slowly began to simmer as she recalled all the recent close encounters she knew that Jenn had with her husband. The fall in the surf, Ash waking up in Jenn's bed…
Ash's position as the Grand Master naturally made him the number one conquest in many females' eyes. Misty had always taken that in her stride, she had never worried about her place in Ash's affections before. But what disturbed her was that Ash really enjoyed Jenn's company and seemed to have no idea that she had designs on him. Then again, that was Ash for you. Mr Oblivious.
Misty sighed then eyed the phone. Maybe she should talk to Trish about this, maybe she should warn her not to trust the blonde she regarded as a sister.
To be continued…
~*~
Author's Note: Let me tell you straight – We here in Australia do not live upside down. Nor do we have kangaroos hopping down the main street.
If anyone badmouths Jenn…I shall flame you. This is just a story peoples, this is a work of fanfiction. Keyword – fiction. I think that a lot of people sometimes forget that on here and that is so immature. There are sometimes some vicious flamings on FF.Net and that is totally uncalled for.