Midsummer Nights

by Trish

The third instalment to the Midsummer Series. Chapter Thirty Nine now up.

31. Chapter Thirty: No Tears to Damn You

Midsummer Nights

By Trish

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or Puck. They belong to Nintendo and William Shakespeare respectively. Ashura the Mew has been borrowed with permission from Dragoness. I do own any characters and the storyline. The lyrics for the chapter title come from 'Sacrifice' by Elton John.

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Chapter Thirty: No Tears to Damn You

Brock looked at his friend and marvelled at how well Ash seemed to be handling this blow to his marriage. If that had been him, he'd have been curled in a foetal position on the floor. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Ash opened his mouth to say no, but then thought the better of it. Perhaps it would be better to have Brock by his side for a number of reasons. One, if Misty tried to deny the whole thing; two, to knock him out should he look like losing control of his powers once again. "Sure, I'd really like that."

The Pokémon Breeder patted him gently on the shoulder. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right? To be there when you need them most."

"Thanks, Brock," Ash smiled warmly at one of his oldest friends. "You're a true friend."

"No problem."

"Brock? If I start to get really agitated and my eyes start to glow, just knock me out okay?"

Brock was puzzled but nodded. "Uh…sure thing. Dare I ask why?"

Ash shook his head. "You don't want to know, Brock. You really don't want to know."

"Okay."

The two men set off for Ash's house which was only a short distance away.

"Did they see you at all?" the Grand Master asked his friend.

Brock shook his head. "Uh…no. They were too much…involved with each other. They were making so much noise that I don't think they even heard me open the bedroom door."

Ash winced and Brock patted his arm. "I'm sorry, man."

Ash gave a resigned sigh. "That's okay. It had to be said. I'm just sorry that you had to be involved."

His friend shrugged it off. "I would have found out eventually."

They reached the entrance gate of Ash's palatial estate and the two men were waved through by the security guards who were pleased to see their employer.

The sight of Gary's car still in the driveway brought a grim smile of satisfaction to the Grand Master's face. "At least I know he's not going to escape."

"We can make doubly sure he doesn't," Brock said, detaching two Poké Balls from his belt. "I can have Onix wrap around his car and Ludicolo can sit on it. Gary can't complain about anything you do to stop him. This is your private property, not his."

"Good idea," Ash nodded. "I'll have Charizard guard the front door." He took out his cell phone and dialled the extension to the guardhouse at the front. "Hey, Frank? It's Ash. I've got some instructions for you guys. If Gary Oak tries to leave, block him. Detain him with a Pokémon or handcuff him, I don't care. Understood? Good." He hung up without saying goodbye.

Ash frowned and a second later a Poké Ball appeared in mid-air. He grabbed it and looked over at Brock, who looked really surprised.

"Well that's handy."

Ash quirked a grin, "And sometimes dangerous. I have to make sure I don't accidentally summon someone or something I don't want."

Brock nodded understandingly, "With great power comes great responsibility."

"Let's set the guard on this car," Ash said grimly. The three creatures appeared on the grass and awaited instructions. After giving them, Ash watched with satisfaction as Onix wrapped itself around the Porsche. There was more satisfaction at the sound of rock grating against metal.

Ludicolo climbed onto the top of the Porsche and the metal roof groaned a little under the weight of the now dancing creature. Ash grinned. Either it was just being true to it's nature as a Carefree Pokémon or else it had always wanted to dance on top of an expensive car.

Charizard stalked onto the porch and settled onto the slate topped porch right in a patch of sunlight.

Ash tucked the phone into his jeans pocket as the two reached the wide slate paved front porch. A gentle breeze played around the two as Ash stood there, staring at the door. An ever present fire smell drifted around them from Charizard.

Ash hesitated at the front door. He didn't have staff waiting at the door like some of the other higher members of the League. It was the one luxury he had always denied in favour of providing his family with the sense of normality that he had growing up.

Brock noticed his friend's uncertainty and put a steadying hand on Ash's shoulders.

"You don't have to do this now if you don't want to," he said gently. "We can come back in the morning and confront them then."

Ash shook his head. "No, I have to do it now. Waiting until tomorrow isn't going to make it any easier, and I don't want them to think they can take me for a fool."

Brock nodded. "Just remember I'll be right there with you."

Ash unlocked and opened the door and the two men stepped in and closed it behind them quietly. As they made their way up the stairs and along the first floor where the master bedroom was located, they could hear loud noises coming from one of the rooms. It got louder as they reached the master bedroom.

Brock noticed Ash's jaw clench tightly as he placed his hand on the doorknob and with a sudden push, flung it open.

"Honey, I'm home!" he shouted as he stood in the doorway.

From the bed, Misty looked over at Ash. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the sight of him. Her flame red hair was as dishevelled as Gary's was, though he kept his features neutral.

"A…Ash…What are you doing home!"

"Misty, what are you doing with Gary?"

Her face paled and she shoved Gary away from her. She sat up awkwardly, pulling the bed sheet to cover herself as best she could. She saw Brock behind Ash and her face flushed with embarrassment.

"How long did you think you could keep this from me?" Ash seethed, "Hell, how long have you been keeping this from me?"

"Apparently it was long enough," Gary drawled out, laying on the bed on his side. He was not under the covers, as Misty had taken them all, and he was completely nude. They were not just messing around.

Two things flashed in Ash's mind and he stood firm to keep from staggering from the weight of what he saw. He made a note to ask Callie about an ability of foresight.

He knew that Gary was taunting him, daring him. He knew it without any of his new powers. Ash knew Gary as well as Gary knew Ash and Gary was challenging him to do anything at all.

Of course, Gary didn't know that Ash had a limitless supply of power supplied by his being the Chosen One.

That is, he didn't know it yet.

The two things Ash saw in his mind were things that could be. If Ash went and did the enraged husband thing, it would inevitably end up with Gary's death, Ash being charged with it and eventually being sentenced to death. That would lead to him losing control of his powers and pretty much pulling a Puck.

The other thing he saw was much lighter in nature and had a more eco-friendly ending.

Staring at Gary, seeing him taunting him, Ash calmed the power that trembled with his anger. Instead, he teleported Gary outside onto the front lawn. Then he sent mental orders to the three creatures waiting in the front yard.

"What happened to him?" Misty gawked at Gary's sudden disappearance.

"Worried about him?" Ash asked her.

"Not like that!"

"Like what then?" Ash ran a hand through his hair. "Is the baby even mine?"

"Yes!" Misty snapped out. She rubbed her belly. "Of course it is!"

"Call me insensitive, but I have my doubts. One of them is standing naked on the front lawn."

Misty got up, jerking a robe from a chair and pulling it around herself. She waddled over to the windows that overlooked the front lawn and gasped. "How did he get out there?"

"Freaky Chosen One thing." Ash deadpanned.

"Be serious, Ash," his wife griped as she turned back from the window.

"I am," the Grand Master said calmly. "It just so happens that being the Chosen One comes with bonus powers, like teleportation."

Misty gaped in shock. "You…have powers?"

"I do," Ash nodded. "Just recently acquired, but I'm finding them very, very useful."

"You're not going to… hurt Gary or me are you?" Misty asked, a little fear evident in her eyes.

"No." Ash shook his head. "You know I don't operate like that, Misty. That would only drag me down to Gary's level, and it would be a waste of both my time and powers."

Misty felt like telling Ash not to have such a big ego but bit it back. She was the one who was in deep trouble, not Ash. "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to leave and wait downstairs so you can get dressed," he informed her. "Then we're going to have a nice long talk."

The two men went downstairs and sat down in the living room to wait. Brock jerked a thumb towards the front. "What are you going to do about Gary?"

"Oh, I think we'll just let him stew for a while out there with no clothes on," Ash said. "Onix has coiled himself around him, making a nice, unbreachable cage."

Brock had the look of a proud parent. "You can always depend on Onix."

ooo

Twenty minutes later Misty came slowly down the stairs and into the living room. She sat down on the opposite sofa, avoiding eye contact with either man. She had dressed herself conservatively, in a long black skirt and a baggy blue shirt.

Ash decided that now was as good a time to start as any and cleared his throat. She looked up at him reluctantly.

"First thing I want to know is this – how long has the affair been going on?"

"Not that long," Misty said quickly. "About two weeks or so."

Her husband raised an eyebrow. "Or so? So has it really been going longer than that?"

Misty remained silent.

"How long have you two been sleeping together? Or was this the first time?'

She swallowed nervously. "No…this was the third."

Ash stared at Misty long and hard for a few minutes before he finally spoke. His voice was harsh. "I…can't believe this. From you of all people! For the past few months you've been constantly accused me of cheating on you with Jenn! What a lying hypocrite!"

"Ash, it's not like that."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Not like that? Not like what then?"

She took a breath before speaking. "For a few weeks before the hurricane, at least. It was right before the hurricane, when there was that earthquake. I'd been shopping in the Plaza when it happened. I bumped into Gary there and we eventually started talking."

"Talking?" Ash said sullenly. "Is that what they're calling it now?"

"Ash, let her finish," Brock murmured.

Ash acquiesced.

"It wasn't until the hurricane, when I left Pummelo, that we started…" She paused, "Having relations."

Eyes widened on both the men.

"Only since the hurricane?" Ash gasped, leaning forward. "Three times since the hurricane!"

"I…I was scared and Gary was there for me." She hung her head and her shoulders drooped like three-day-old wet spaghetti sitting in a pot of water. "He was there when you weren't."

"Wait, wait," Ash broke in, "So you're telling me I had to make a choice? Having 'relations' with my wife or saving the world since I was pretty much the only hope." He did air quotes around the word relations and gave his wife a look of astonishment.

"I was watching the news on TV. You had two Fae and a load of Legendaries and other Pokémon." Misty glared at him. "It wouldn't have taken long."

Not wanting to know what TV station – local, national, or international – had the lack of brains to send a news crew, Ash arched an eyebrow. "Would that be the part where I save the world or the part where I have 'relations' with you, my loving, loyal, till death do we part wife?"

Misty flinched at the last words. "The part where you save the world."

Ash raised his eyebrow again. "Well you couldn't have been paying much attention to the news, because it took a long time to even wear down Lu. That single, evil Fae was more than a match for two Faes, a load of Legendaries, other Pokémon, and myself." He gave her a hard stare. "Or were you watching the news while in the middle of 'relations' with Gary?"

"Ash! That's not fair! I was scared and worried about you!" Misty glared back, her face red.

The Grand Master and Brock blinked. "I'm sorry but could you explain that again?" Ash tilted his head. "You were worried and scared for me, so you slept three times with Gary? How does that provide any comfort? That just doesn't make sense."

He sighed and looked her straight in the eyes. "Misty, I stayed behind to save the world because no one else could. I stayed behind to save the world for you and our unborn child, to give us a future. The only reason there is a future is because some of us, Pokémon and human, had our priorities right. Did you ever think of that? If I hadn't saved the world then you couldn't have had 'relations' a single time, much less three times, with Gary Oak."

"If you had really been worried about me, Misty, you wouldn't have slept with Gary. You would have been over at my mom's, or the Professor's, or spoken to Brock or Tracey." He threw up his hands in disgust. "Three times since the hurricane? I just can't get over that. What were you thinking Misty? You're nine months pregnant! Three times! If it had only happened once, I might have been able forgive that…but three times?"

Ash looked Misty in the eyes. "I have never ever cheated on you. Not when we were dating, not when we were engaged and certainly not since we've been married. I know you think that I've cheated on you with Jenn, but I can swear by all the Legendaries that you were wrong to think that."

"Oh really?" Misty looked at him steadily. "She certainly follows you around like a little lost puppy."

For a second, Ash focused on the irony of the statement. Only for a second.

"To be honest, I really can't explain Jenn," Ash said frankly. "She's just a really exuberant person."

"Just as I said before, she's like a puppy." Misty just rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised she isn't here now." The cerulean blue eyes narrowed. "Or did you have her spying on me?"

"I can't believe that you just said that! It's as if you're trying to make me look like the cheater!" Ash shook his head. "You're really unbelievable." He stood up. "I'm going to my mom's place. If you want to continue with this marriage, then I'll see you in the morning. If not, then get your things and get the hell out. The ball's in your court, Misty."

He turned to leave, knowing full well that if he didn't that his temper would flare his powers. The last thing he wanted was to harm his unborn child. That one thought focused his mind on his child and he knew that the baby was unharmed by Misty's 'relations' with Gary. He also knew that the baby was …

"…going to be a mess, Ash! Do you really want to face that?"

Ash blinked away his lack of focus. "What?"

"All three of us are high profile people. The press is going to have a field day with this!"

He shrugged. "Maybe you should've thought of that first. Don't you think?"

Misty gritted her teeth.

Ash looked to Brock. "C'mon, let's go. I think Mom's gonna be making deep dish chilli pot pies."

Brock looked back once at Misty, then followed Ash.

The door closed with a resounding thud and Misty, still sitting, rested her head in her hands.

"Dammit," she hissed out.

ooo

As Ash and Brock walked down the footpath, they heard angry yelling and cussing from somewhere inside Onix's coils.

"Someone doesn't sound too happy," Brock observed casually. "Are you going to deal with him now or later?"

"Later," Ash said grimly and frowned. "If I confront him now, the world will probably regret it."

There was a rumble of surprise from Onix. The Rock Pokémon's human prisoner had just vanished!

"Onix says that Gary just vanished," Brock said then looked keenly at Ash. "Did you have something to do with that?"

A ghost of a smile flitted across the Grand Master's features. "Yeah, but it's nothing much. One very embarrassed Gary Oak is now in the centre of Viridian City's busiest shopping district without any clothes on. Screams of horrified shoppers will soon bring the local Officer Jenny along and he'll be charged with indecent exposure in public."

"You evil man, you," Brock grinned. "I heartily approve."

ooo

Delia Taylor (formerly Ketchum) was just finishing the preparations for her famous deep dish chilli pot pies when there was a loud knock at the door. "Honey, could you see who's at the door please?" she called out to her husband who was reading in the living room.

The small weatherboard house had undergone a huge transformation in the years since Ash had attained the title of Pokémon Grand Master. One of the first things he did with his massive earnings was to knock down and rebuild a bigger, better house of brick for his mom and shout her to a nice tropical island holiday. It was the very least he could do to repay her for everything she had done for him over the years. He knew that his mom had sacrificed many creature comforts as a single mother and widow in order for him to be able to realise his Pokémon dreams. Delia had remarried a few years ago, and now lived there with her husband Steven.

As Delia moved around her spacious kitchen, she could hear voices at the front entrance followed by a shout from her husband. "Hey Del! Look who's come home!"

Leaving the pot pie on the bench, she wiped her hands on a tea towel and walked quickly to the front. Her face lit up with joy as her eyes fell on her only son standing in the foyer, with Brock behind him. "Sweetie, you're back! I knew there was a reason why I made your favourite meal!"

She enveloped him in a big hug which he returned firmly. With mother's intuition, Delia soon sensed that something was very wrong. She released her hold a little bit and looked up into her son's face. Despite his nonchalant expression, Ash's eyes resembled that of a wounded puppy and her heart ached for him.

Gently tugging on his arm, she led him to the living room and sat down on the sofa with her arm still around his shoulders. "Ash…did something happen with Misty?" she asked quietly.

Her son gasped, as did Brock. "How…how did you know?"

Delia smiled. "I'm a mother and I can tell what's affecting my child without you having to say a word."

Ash looked at Steven then back at his mom. "I…" I'm not sure how much to tell her.

His mom gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can tell us anything, honey. I trust Steven to not let anything go beyond this house, if that's what's worrying you."

How much can I tell them?

His heart answered for him.

Everything.

And he did. From Lu starting trouble, to the hurricane, to his powers, and ending with Misty. The tale took about twenty minutes. In that time, his mom's Mr. Mime took care of supper while the three humans sat listening to the story. Not a question was asked until after Ash finished.

Delia sat back. "That certainly explains a lot."

"You…believe everything I've said?" Ash asked.

"Of course I do, sweetie," his mother reassured him. "You've always been in the middle of strange and unusual happenings since the day you were born, so yes I believe you."

"We've been wondering why Gary's been around Pallet a lot recently," his step-father said. "It's very unusual because you hardly ever saw him around before, he was always in Viridian. The Professor said that he hasn't seen his grandson at all."

"I just can't believe that Misty would do such a thing," Ash shook his head. "She's always been the one to go on about the sanctity of marriage, and yet she's the one to break it."

"I would never thought it of her either," Delia admitted. "She seemed like such a sweet, devoted girl."

"Obviously not," Brock snorted.

"So you left the final decision up to Misty," Steven mused. He looked at Ash. "You do realise that if she leaves you, that the situation is going to be very messy because of the baby."

"I know," Ash nodded. "I'm prepared to pay maintenance and help raise the baby, no matter what. It's not the baby's fault. The baby didn't ask to be brought into this world, we created him..." He paused, then quickly added, "Or her. It could be either."

He saw Brock give him a sidelong glance, but his mom's next question saved him.

"What about your house and your money? Misty's not going to easily give up on her share of either."

"I never thought I would say this, but thank Lugia for the prenuptial agreement," the Grand Master grinned. "I wasn't going to get one drawn up but Lance advised me to get one. It was a good thing I listened to him!"

"What about the house?" Brock asked.

"That's mine," Ash informed them. "I had that built even before we were engaged. Misty's name isn't on the title deed."

Delia sighed. "Then I guess there's nothing to do but to wait until the morning when we know what she decides."

Mimey came into the living room and waved his hands. "Mime!"

"Dinner is ready," Delia smiled. "Anyone for chilli pot pie?"

Ash and his mother were the last to leave the room. Ash drew Delia to the side and asked a question that had been haunting him since the confrontation with Misty. "Mom…did I do the right thing by staying behind during the hurricane?"

His question, which to her was asked in a way that made her feel as if he were a child once again, took her by surprise. Her own eyes widened. "Ash, honey, of course you did! You told me what would've happened if you hadn't."

"It's just that I feel like this wouldn't have happened if I'd have left with her."

"Sweetie, she even told you that she'd been meeting up with him before the hurricane," she looked her son in his eyes. "There are some things that are unavoidable. One door closes, but another opens."

"But I knew she was the one I wanted to spend my life with."

"Honey, look at Nick and Jessica. They were as much a couple in love in America, as you and Misty were here in Kanto." She smiled at him with what she hoped was comforting. "Some things just don't work out, but usually the Fates have a good reason in mind."

"I thought the Fates are nothing but evil, psychotic bit…"

"Ashton James Ketchum! You watch your mouth, young man!" Delia reprimanded him verbally, "Do not tempt the Fates! I don't care if you believe in them or not. Worse things have happened from people saying things like 'what's the worst that can happen.' Do not insult them."

"Okay, okay," Ash said meekly and raised his hands in surrender. "I give to the wisdom of my mom."

"As well you should," Delia said gently. "Now let's go eat!"

ooo

Misty had prepared a small meal for herself and sat down to eat it while she pondered over the ruins of her hitherto perfect life. What a mess! She thought back to what Ash had retorted, 'Maybe you should've thought of that first. Don't you think?'

As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. From the moment she had accepted Gary's offer for lunch, she hadn't thought about the possible consequences. Had she thought about what would happen if Ash found out? No.

She sighed and rubbed her swollen belly. She had to make a decision before the end of the day, a decision that would decide the rest of her life.

Should she swallow her pride, admit she was wrong, and beg Ash for forgiveness and save her marriage? Ash was not a bad husband. In fact he had been a very loving and attentive husband, spending time with her whenever he could. Nor was he a controlling type of spouse, as he was happy for her to do her own thing.

But would he even forgive her? That look of incredulity and disgust on his face after she tried to turn the tables back on him, told her that it would take a very long time indeed.

Not that Misty could blame her husband. If the situation had been reversed, she would have kicked him out the door and filed for divorce after hearing that he'd even cheated once!

Or should she give up everything and go with Gary? Gary, who had been such company over the past few weeks.

The redhead buried her face in her hands. When had things become so complicated? A year ago she would have scoffed at any suggestion that she would have eyes for anyone but Ash. But now a year later, she had broken those sacred vows; something she would not have thought possible before.

I was so certain that Ash was the one I wanted to be with forever…but now I'm not so sure. When did things change between us? Is he the one that's changed…or am I? Have we both changed? Do I really know what I want anymore?

ooo

On Pummelo, a large backyard barbeque was in full swing at Drake's villa. Delicious smells of char grilled chicken, lamb and beef wafted through the air, along with the chatter of many voices.

Trish had just poured herself a glass of wine when she noticed a familiar blonde figure sitting a little way apart from the crowd. She frowned slightly and grabbed a glass of Pepsi for her friend before heading over and sitting down next to her friend.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"That's it?"

Trish frowned, "What's it?"

The blonde looked exasperated. "A penny. I'm so sure my thoughts are worth way more than that."

Trish was about to retort when she saw the teasing glint in her friend's eyes. "You're evil." She handed the Pepsi to her friend, who took it with a nod of thanks.

"Yes, I know," Jenn nodded sagely and sipped the beverage. "So what's up?"

"Kind of wondering why you're over here by yourself."

Jenn made a little face, then shrugged. "Just tired I guess. I'm enjoying the little piece of quiet in this storm."

"Nice choice of words."

"Hey, I'm evil. I don't do nice."

Trish just laughed and took a sip of her wine. "At any rate, you should go on over for some food before the starving masses get to it."

"I'm not all that hungry."

Trish's eyes widened. "What? You? Not hungry? That's like Ash saying he's not hungry."

Jenn rolled her eyes. "You're so funny."

Trish smirked a little, "Speaking of which, he's taking an awfully long time getting those tacos."

"The what?"

Trish knew then for a fact, though she guessed earlier, that Ash didn't go on a taco run. "You know, the tacos he went for about six hours ago."

"Oh, those tacos." She seemed to be searching for something to say, then shrugged, giving up. "Sometimes you gotta go far to get what you want."

"Especially when there's a huge barbecue here."

"Exactly."

"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?"

"Not a word of it."

Trish sighed and sipped her wine. "Can't or won't?"

"Both." Jenn took another sip of Pepsi. "I rather like having opposable thumbs, thank you very much."

"Huh?"

Jenn squared her friend with a blue-grey eyed stare. "If I tell you what's going on, then you'll be happy, but I'll be a mute Absol."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not saying anything more," Jenn looked around. "He's got ears everywhere."

"He? Who he?"

Jenn glared at Trish, who innocently drank at her wine. "If he hears about this and turns me into a mute Absol, I will shed all over your bed and your clothes. Especially those black Versace pants you love so much."

"Is it Lu?"

"Bleah! No!"

"Who then?"

"Ash!"

"Ash?" Trish blinked. "He wouldn't do such a thing to you."

"That's what he threatened and I'm not about to test him out." Jenn snorted. "He was pissed as a biyotch."

Her friend shrugged and decided to let the matter slide. She knew that Jenn wasn't going to budge and she figured that she would find out the truth sooner or later. Right now Trish was just going to enjoy the fact that this was the first time this whole vacation she could relax with friends and not have to worry about any psychotic Faes.

"Isn't it great that it's all over?"

The blonde smiled slightly and swirled her Pepsi. "Yeah, it is good. As long as things really are over."

"I think they are," Trish smiled back. "I have a good feeling that all our troubles are at an end."

"Gee, I hope you're right."

Trish feigned insult. "Dare you doubt your best friend?"

Her answer was a cheeky grin. "Of course!"

"Well fine then," Trish sipped her wine, enjoying the smooth flavour of it. "I guess you don't want an update on Mia."

"No fair!" Jenn stopped swirling her soda. "Of course I do!"

"Then spill the beans on what's going on with Ash."

Temptation and an off-key sense of humour prompted the blonde. She figured she could tell a little as long as she didn't say the BIG what went down with Ash and Misty.

"Fine," Jenn groused, "But if he pulls his threat through, you're pampering me."

"Uh huh," Trish swirled her wine with an experienced manner.

"He went to go check on Misty," Jenn said, "He said he had a feeling about her and wanted to check on her."

The Australian stopped swirling her wine and blinked. "Is that all? So why all the secrecy? It's perfectly natural that he would want to check on his wife this late stage of the pregnancy."

Jenn thought quickly. "Because he didn't want anyone to make a fuss or worry."

"Okay," and Trish left it at that. Jenn wasn't sure if she'd bought the explanation or not. In any case she was glad that there were no more questions.

"So what's the 411 on Mia?"

"She's going to be released from hospital tomorrow morning," her friend informed her. "Puck and Callie are going to be staying with her at our villa while she recuperates. Shan is going to stay over here for a while to give Mia some added peace and quiet."

"Aiight," the blonde grinned. "That's great news." And it was. But then her thoughts drifted to Ash and what he had told her in private. It seemed to her that his troubles were only just beginning.

ooo

Pallet

It took all of Ash's self-control not to go over to his house first thing in the morning. Instead he forced himself to wait until noon before heading over to the mansion with Brock in tow.

After he let them inside with the key, the Grand Master cautioned Brock to wait in the foyer or living room while he went in search of Misty.

Ash tried to ignore the inner turmoil in his stomach as he walked up the stairs to the first floor where the master bedroom was located. What would he find when he got there? Would his wife still be waiting, or would he find her gone?

With each step, his heart seemed to pound loudly in his ears. By the time he reached the door it was like a great anvil was being hammered in his head. Ash took a deep breath as he turned the door handle and opened the door…

And found the room empty.

"Misty?"

The bed was neatly made and the pillows in their place. Ash frowned then quickly crossed the room to Misty's custom made walk-in closet.

It was completely empty.

A custom made closet the size of some people's bedrooms, filled with designer clothes and shoes, and it was completely empty. The thought that she must have had help with emptying it crossed his mind and he barked out a sharp laugh. It echoed in the empty closet.

Ash stepped backwards until he bumped into the bed. Slowly he sat down on the edge and buried his face in his hands. He felt empty…he felt like nothing. Instead of an intense rage or despair that he thought he might have felt, he just felt deflated and empty.

Perhaps it was because, deep down inside, he had already known this would happen. Misty never apologised for what happened. And from the look in her eyes last night, he knew that she didn't regret it either.

In Santa Monica…In Santa Monica…In Santa Monica…

Startled by the song wrapping through his mind, Ash jumped up and looked around. The sound was so clear that he thought Misty had left a radio on.

"Misty?"

The song, sung in a man's smooth voice, kept on repeating that one line. Wincing, Ash did his best to throw up some mental shielding, just as Callie had taught him. It helped and reduced the irritable noise to below a whisper, but he could sense it still there.

In Santa Monica…In Santa Monica…In Santa Monica…

Ash frowned. Where was the blasted song coming from?

There was movement behind him and Ash spun around, "Misty!"

"Sorry, Ash," Brock shrugged apologetically. "It's just me."

Ash grimaced. "She's gone."

Brock sensibly said nothing.

Ash frowned, then smiled.

"What?" Brock was confused. "Why are you smiling? Misty left you."

"Yeah, but I don't hear that damn song repeating in my mind." Ash shrugged. "Let's go. I'm going to stop by my mom's place before heading back to Pummelo."

"What about all of this?"

A spike of emotion flashed across Ash's face. "It'll be here tomorrow. I've got a lot to help with on Pummelo. That hurricane left a big path of destruction."

"Need any help?" Brock asked. It was obvious Ash didn't want to talk about Misty. "I have a big family."

One that had gotten bigger as his siblings grew up, married, and had children of their own.

Ash nodded, looking thoughtful. "I'll definitely keep your family in mind."

The breeder grinned. "I've got nothing going on at the moment so I'll go back with you to Pummelo, if that's okay. It sounds like they need all the help they can get, and maybe I can get in a little sun and surf as well."

"Sure," Ash grinned back. It would be good to have Brock along, not to mention his collection of strong Ground and Rock Pokémon. They would come in handy with the rebuilding.

"Then it's settled," Brock said and clapped a hand on his friend's shoulders. "How about we head back to your mom's now? I overheard her this morning saying she was gonna make lasagne for lunch."

ooo

Delia must have been watching out for their arrival from the front windows because she opened the door just as they opened the gate and started up the front path.

She quickly ushered the two men into the large foyer area and closed the door behind her. Delia had an anxious look upon her face. "How did it go, sweetie?"

Ash fought down the rising lump in his throat. "Mom…Misty left."

"Oh…" Delia's face fell and she quickly wrapped her son in a hug. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"…Me too," Ash managed to choke out as he clung onto Delia like a child to a teddy bear. His composure crumbled at his mother's gentle touch and he began to cry. He had witnessed so much hurt and heartbreak over the past few weeks and he had managed to remain strong, calm, and composed for everyone else. But now, in his mother's arms, he felt safe, secure and with that, that he could let his emotional guards down.

Brock felt extremely uncomfortable at witnessing such a private family moment, and he quietly slipped into the kitchen where he found Ash's stepfather sitting at the table having a cup of coffee.

"Hello Brock," Steven greeted and motioned towards the foyer with his mug. "I take it that things didn't go well."

The younger man shook his head and sat down next to him. "No, Misty had left and taken all her things with her."

Steven gave a low whistle and put his mug down. "Poor Ash. I never thought Misty would do such a thing."

"I don't think anyone did," Brock sighed. "Not even Misty."

There was a moment of silence and Steven asked, "Do you know what might happen next?"

Brock shrugged helplessly. "Not a clue."

The older man took a sip from his mug. "Well whatever happens, Ash needs to know that we're there for him and will support him no matter what."

"I agree," the Pokémon breeder nodded. "And I don't intend to leave his side until he's got through it. I'm now the longest remaining friend, human that is, that Ash has."

ooo

Delia had guided Ash to the living room once his tears had ceased and she sat down with her arms around him.

"I just feel…so empty," Ash said finally. "What am I gonna do, Mom? I mean, ever since I started my journey, Misty has for the most part always been there. Her name's constantly linked to mine, it was always Ash and Misty together. It seemed as if it was destined, that it was the way things should be. Now all these years later, I find out that it isn't? It's been such a major part, a defining part of my life, and now that it's gone….there's like a big gaping hole. You understand, Mom?"

His mother squeezed his shoulders gently. "Of course I do. Misty was a major part of your life, so naturally you would feel at a loss. But you now have to decide what you are going to do with the future. You can let her decision rule you and not go on; or you can put it behind you and go forward, becoming stronger. Misty was a major part of your life, but she is not your whole life. Don't let it ruin you, sweetie. There is so much more to you, than just being a part of Ash and Misty."

He nodded. "I guess you're right."

Delia smiled. "While it wasn't the same situation, I sort of had to make the same decisions when your father was killed. There I was a young widow, with a small child, and had just miscarried due to the grief and shock."

Ash listened quietly. It wasn't often that his mom spoke about the time after his dad died.

"I could have wallowed in grief and pity and let it ruin me," she continued. "But I decided not to, I had to be strong and go on for you."

Ash smiled and hugged his mother. "Thanks, Mom. You've always been a strong person."

"So what are you going to do?"

"After lunch, Brock and I are going to go back to Pummelo for a while."

Delia frowned slightly. "Are you sure that's wise? You are very welcome to stay here for as long as you need."

Her son shook his head. "No, no, but thanks for the offer, Mom. That hurricane really cut a destructive path through Pummelo and Drake needs all the help he can get. If I can lose myself in the restoration work, then I won't have to think about this."

"Ash," his mom said warningly, "Don't lose yourself too thoroughly. We want you to come back home safe and sound."

Ash smiled wryly, "I plan on returning safe and sound. I promise."

"You'd better," the warning frown faded and Delia sighed. "Oh, Sweetie. I just want to see you happy."

"I know."

Delia gave him a gentle hug. "Well, just remember you are welcome to stay here whenever you want, for as long as you want or need. This will always be your home too."

Ash smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

ooo

Callie sighed and stretched slightly as she kept her eyes on the luminous sphere of magic that kept Lu prisoner. Every few seconds, magic tendrils would snake over the surface like veins.

This was going on the second day they had to keep Lu under guard and it was beginning to take a toll. The female Fae felt rather drained and tired, and glancing across at her brother, she could see that Puck was too.

"When do you think someone from the Courts will come?" Puck asked, the fatigue evident in his voice.

His sister shrugged. "Soon, I hope."

"Not only is this wearing me down," Puck continued to complain. "But it's doing nothing for my love life either. Mia is home from hospital and I've only been able to see her for a few minutes."

"It won't be too much longer," Callie reassured him, praying that her words would be true.

ooo

Trish was crossing the foyer to collect a fresh towel for Drake when Ash and Brock teleported into the room.

Startled, the Australian jumped slightly and grabbed onto the banister of the grand staircase for support. She relaxed when she recognised the Grand Master and Pokémon Breeder. "I wish you would give prior warning when you're going to do that!"

"Sorry, Trish," Ash looked a bit sheepish. "I'm just not used to all these mind controls with these powers yet."

Trish straightened up and a sly grin crept over her face. "Welcome back, Ash. So how about those tacos you were getting for us?" She walked to stand next to the two.

Ash blinked. "What tacos?"

"Jenn told me that you went to get some tacos to bring back for us," Trish smirked. "So where are they?"

"Er…I…uh…changed my mind and brought Brock back instead. He makes the best tacos, better than any that Pichu Bell can make!" Ash said quickly.

"Uh huh," she patted the Grand Master on his shoulder. "Save it, Chosen One. It's been a day and a half. With all the teleporting, it should've taken hours, not days, to come to that conclusion."

"I plead the fifth." Ash shrugged.

Trish eyed him. The dark-haired man looked bone weary and Trish chastised herself. "Of course, don't worry about it. I promise not to run you through the wringer."

"Thanks. Uh, where's Jenn?"

"You can't just use your powers and sense her?"

"I could, but I'm too tired to do that. Besides, I want to do things the normal way for once."

She smiled, "It's only noon. She's still sleeping."

Ash blinked. "Still sleeping? She's slept half the day away. Shouldn't you go and wake her?"

"Hello, I am not suicidal," Trish grinned. "No one who wishes to continue living, dares wake Jenn from her slumber." She patted the Grand Master on the shoulder. "However, since you're the Chosen One and can come back from the dead a number of times, you are most welcome to try."

Ash gave a wry smile. "I'll think I'll pass. So who's around at the moment?"

"Just Drake and myself," Trish said. "Ben, Shannon and Jaime are over at the Pokémon sheds, Chris has gone with the others to lunch, Mia's at the other villa confined to bed, and Puck and Callie are still guarding Lu."

"Okay, I might go and have a bit of a nap then," he yawned. "I didn't get much sleep last night so I'm a bit shattered."

"No worries," the Australian nodded. "Hopefully by the time you wake, Jenn will be up then."

The dark-haired man nodded and made his way up to the first floor, leaving Trish and Brock in the foyer. The two looked at each other.

"So, have you guys had lunch?" Brock asked. "I could cook something for us three."

"Sure, that would be nice," the Australian grinned.

A goofy look came over the Pokémon breeder's face and he grabbed her hand. "So will you go out with me?"

Trish laughed and pulled her hand away, then held up her left hand in front of his face. "Sorry, Brock, but I'm already taken." She went to walk upstairs with the towel, shaking her head.

Brock slumped dejectedly, then yelped out in surprise as someone hugged him from behind, stopping both Ash and Trish in their tracks.

"Aww, Brock, don't go out with her! Go out with me!"

"Jenn?" Brock spun around at the voice, almost succeeding in dislodging the blonde. "I thought you were asleep!"

"Tamu let me know you guys were here," Jenn grinned up at the Dratini wrapped around her shoulders. "He's such a sweetie! Now I can go out with a major hottie!"

"But…ah…we hardly know each other!" Brock stuttered, trying to disentangle himself from her. "It wouldn't be right…You shouldn't just jump someone like that…"

"It may seem a little disturbing." Trish grinned and looked at Ash.

"Oh, yeah, and maybe a little bit of a bother."

Brock shook his head, "Okay, so maybe I overreacted."

"Oooh, let's skip the formalities," Jenn looked up at him with hooded eyes. "Let's just get married."

At that, Brock let out a shriek and successfully escaped Jenn's wrap attack. The Pokémon Breeder ran for the kitchen, his one place of safety in any situation.

Left behind, Jenn sighed and snapped her fingers. "Darn. Lost another one."

Ash shook his head good-naturedly. "Brock can dish it out but he can't take it. And he wonders why he's still single." He stifled another yawn. "Well, I'm going to have a nap, but when I get up, I'd like to have a talk with you, Jenn."

The blonde blinked a little warily. "Uh, sure, Ash."

The Grand Master smiled and continued down the corridor to his room. Trish watched his disappearing back and turned to her friend. "I'm just going to take this towel to Drake and then I'll be back down."

"What up with Drake?"

"He's having a shower, and he forgot to get a clean towel," Trish explained and grinned when Jenn looked instantly interested.

"Y'know, I could take the towel up to him," the blonde offered, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"I know you could," Trish retorted. "But I don't think Drake would appreciate your kind offer."

Jenn was innocence personified. "Why, I don't know why he would think I would do anything bad to him. I would just make sure he was thoroughly clean before I let him have the towel."

"Enough time to take in all the eye candy?"

"Awwyeah."

The Australian grinned. "How about you go and get Brock to cook us up your favourite dishes for lunch?"

The blonde laughed evilly, "Oh I will."

"Jenn, be nice."

Jenn waved as she walked off. "Can't. It's not part of my contract."

ooo

Ash woke up three hours later, and after having a shower, felt refreshed and strong enough to face the others.

He went downstairs and found the gang gathered in the great room. Jenn was battling against Chris on the Playstation, being cheered on by Drake and Ben, Trish and Shannon were satisfying their craving for world domination by playing the Sims 2, and Jaime was drawing.

The Canadian glanced up and smiled. "Hey Ash, good to see you back!"

"Good to be back," the Grand Master smiled, and meant it. He caught Jenn's eye and beckoned her over.

The blonde handed over her control to Ben and sauntered over, hands in her shorts pockets.

Ash did not say anything until he had led the girl to a room on the opposite side of the foyer and closed the door behind them.

Jenn looked a little uneasy. "Uh…so what's up?"

"I saw Misty," he said simply.

"And?"

"Brock and I walked in and found her and Gary in bed together," Ash ran a hand through his thick hair. "I didn't lose my temper, but I came close. I teleported Gary outside and let Brock's Onix watch over him. Then we confronted Misty and she admitted to having slept with him three times since the hurricane."

"Three times since the hurricane? Geeze, I didn't even get a first time." Jenn's eyes widened at Ash's incredulous stare at her. "I mean, wow, those hormones must really be making her randy!"

Ash looked at her wryly, "Way to make me feel better."

She shrugged, "What can I say? I'm a romantic."

"Uh-huh, well Miss Romantic, your ex is…" Ash frowned, "Where did I leave him?"

"I heard there's a lovely deserted island to the southwest of Navel…"

Ash rolled his eyes.

"Oh, it's lovely. I hear it has a lagoon, an inner fresh water lake surrounded by palm trees and a waterfall…"

"Jenn, don't tempt me."

"Fruit trees and white sandy beaches…"

"Okay, you've made me feel better!" He laughed, then sobered up. "But there are still matters at hand. I didn't hurt Gary, though I did let Onix and Ludicolo rough up his Porsche."

"Ash!" Jenn slapped his shoulder, "That is a lovely Porsche! You don't mess with people's cars!"

"Nice to see you're more concerned with his car than his welfare."

"Duh! Ash, it's a Cayenne! You don't mess with Porsche perfection."

"I promise not to mess with any more Porsches in future."

"Good boy," the blonde looked satisfied. "Besides, the car is totally innocent in all of this."

"True, anyway, to cut a long story short," Ash picked up from where he left off. "Misty tried to pin the blame on me for this whole mess by saying that I should have gone with her instead of saving the world. That if I had stayed with her, that things would have been fine between us."

Jenn's eyes widened. "No way…she did not say that."

"She did," the Grand Master sat down on the leather sofa. "I had enough so I gave her an ultimatum before Brock and I left for my mom's. If she wanted to save the marriage, then I'd see her in the morning. If not, then she was to get the hell out with all her stuff."

"Then what?"

"Her things were gone when I went back the next day," Ash sighed out. "So there goes my dreams of happily ever after, not to mention one of the biggest parts of my life."

Jenn's heart went out to the man. Ash looked drained and a little shell-shocked, and the disbelief was still evident in his voice. "You must be totally devastated."

"Yes and no," he answered slowly. "I don't know what I really feel at the moment except for this all-consuming emptiness. I feel numb…hollow…just…dead inside. I guess it hasn't fully hit home yet."

The blonde rose from her seat and sat down beside him, enveloping him in a gentle hug. Jenn was not usually a hugger, but the grief in Ash's eyes tore at her heart. The man needed a hug. The Grand Master hugged her back and lay his head on her shoulder.

"So what happens now?" she asked in a quiet voice. Jenn could not help but feel a little discomfort about the whole situation. Though she had no part in the current mess, she knew that Misty had always thought that Jenn was after Ash and that the two were having an illicit affair.

It was all a load of garbage, of course. Ash was completely devoted to Misty and Jenn would never ever go after another woman's boyfriend or husband. Especially when there was a child on the way.

Nevertheless, a part of Jenn's mind whispered to her that she might be in some way responsible for Ash's marriage falling apart. Could Misty have sought revenge by sleeping with Jenn's ex?

"I contacted my lawyers yesterday and they're already drawing up the divorce papers," he said in a weary voice. "As soon as they are finalised, I'll have them served to Misty."

"You gonna tell the others about this?"

Ash nodded. "I'd rather they hear the facts from me, rather than read the wrong thing in tabloids or newspapers."

"And when is this gazumping of the press gonna happen?" Jenn withdrew her arms from around him.

The Grand Master sighed. "No time like the present I guess." He rose to his feet and raked a hand through his dark locks before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

"No need to be nervous, Ashy," the blonde reached forward and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "You're surrounded by friends."

Ash smiled, a genuine one. "I know. And I can't tell you how grateful I am for that." He walked to the door and opened the door, before pausing and turning back to face her. "Oh and Jenn?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't blame yourself for this mess with Misty, okay? She's a grown woman capable of making her own decisions and mistakes. You didn't force her to have an affair with Gary. She made the decision on her own and she'll have to live with that. Misty's got nobody to blame but herself." At the blonde's nod, he left the room.

Jenn sat and watched his retreating back with amazement. How on earth did he know what she was thinking?

ooo

Ash returned to the living room to find his friends in exactly the same positions he had left them. He really didn't want to do this…but decided that it was for the best. Get it over and done with while you're still numb and it won't hurt so much. Delaying it will only make it so much more difficult and then you can get on with your life, Ashy boy. Or at least, what's left of it.

He cleared his throat which caused everyone to look at him. "Uh…guys? I need to talk to you about something for a few minutes."

From the sombre tone of his voice and the expression on his face, the group knew better than to joke and goof around. They quietly stopped what they were doing, and turned around in their seats or came to sit down on one of the lounges.

The Grand Master ran a hand through his hair and looked down at his shoes as he tried to muster up the words he had to say. God, this was difficult. He had no problems speaking to massive crowds about Pokémon training, but here he was amongst close friends and he was tongue-tied. He glanced at Brock and the Pokémon Breeder gave him an encouraging smile.

"I guess you guys have been wondering what's been going on for the past few days," he began, to many nods. "Well, the truth is that I had to deal with a few personal problems at home…which have now been taken care of." He took a deep breath. "As of two days ago, Misty decided to walk out on our marriage and our home, taking all her belongings with her."

There were audible gasps all around the room.

"Ohmigod, why?" Jaime squeaked in disbelief.

"Brock and I walked in on her in bed with Gary Oak," Ash said. "She then admitted that she'd been having an affair with him for a few weeks. I gave her a choice and she made it."

"That's terrible," Trish shook her head. "Ash, I am just so sorry to hear that. What happens now? What about your unborn baby?"

The dark-haired Master shrugged. "I don't know. Divorce papers are being drawn up as we speak. As for the baby…I'm not so sure now if it is mine."

"That's ridiculous!" Trish blurted out, then winced. "I mean, you can always have a paternity test drawn up, just to make sure."

Ash smiled wryly. "My lawyer is putting that into the divorce papers as well. If the baby isn't mine…then I'm not going to be held legally responsible for it."

"Good for you," Drake said. "It's a shame that such a fine relationship came down to this."

"Drake, I really don't think he needs to be reminded about that." Jenn said from behind the Orange Crew Leader. "I know you don't need to instantly forget about it, but you shouldn't be reminded every ten seconds."

"It wasn't ten seconds," Drake grumbled.

"I know, sweetie," Jenn patted his arm, "Don't take it too personally."

Drake raised an eyebrow at the blonde before glancing at his fiancée. "Should I take it as a compliment that she called me 'sweetie' or should I start worrying?"

Trish grinned. "Take it as a compliment. When Jenn starts shortening your name or giving you nicknames, you're in her good books."

The Orange Crew Leader sighed in relief before turning to Ash. "I'm really really sorry to hear about this. Is there anything that we can do to help?"

The Grand Master shrugged. "I don't know if there is anything you guys can do. I need to call a press conference about this, but I don't want to do it just yet. I'm not ready for it."

He gave the group a small smile. "All I need is time. Time to try and understand why this happened and to come to terms with it. Hopefully I can do that by losing myself in as much of the repair work as possible."

"Just don't overdo it, Ash," Drake said. "Otherwise I'll call your mom to come over and take you back home."

"I won't," Ash promised. "Mom already warned me about that."

Drake smiled, satisfied. "Mom always knows best. I'll arrange with Officer Jenny to keep the press and the paparazzi well away from you while you're here. And if you feel the need to get away from everyone then you can use my villa in West Pummelo. There's not another property around for a few miles."

"Thanks Drake. I really appreciate it."

Just then his cell phone came to life, ringing to the tune of Dancing Queen. Ash took it out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Yes, James?"

"Ash!" The bright and bubbly voice of his personal assistant came over the phone. "How did you know it was me?"

"Because I gave each person their own personalised ring tone," Ash shook his head over the former Team Rocket's forgetfulness. Every once in a while he would have this very same conversation with James and it was always the same answer.

"Oooooh!" The familiar squeal came over the line. "Is it just me or does Jessie have one too?"

"Jess has one too."

"Ooooh! Does this mean that you'll be changing Misty's tune to Bitch?"

"James!" Ash reprimanded. "That's not very nice!" Secretly, he was very amused and touched by the show of loyalty to him. He had told the former Team Rocket trio of Jessie, James and Meowth soon after Misty had left – James was his personal assistant after all and Jessie was his PR agent/manager. It would not have been possible to keep this news from them.

The trio had been shocked and outraged at Misty's decision. "You two were da poifect couple!" Meowth had screeched. "Team Twerp! Peaches an' cream! How could she do dis?"

"But it's true!" He could almost hear the man pout.

"What's the problem?"

"Oh nothing really. Mr. Pemberton told me that the papers should be ready by the end of this week."

"Good. Anything else?"

"One more thing. Pikachu and Meowth said that Drake should be prepared for an influx of visitors."

"When?" Ash frowned as he heard roaring and screeching from the backyard. What was going on?

"Ooooh about now?" James chuckled. "You have a few loyal friends of yours wanting to see you."

"Oh, okay, talk to you later then."

"Take care, Ash," and his assistant hung up.

Ash clicked the phone shut and slid it back into his pocket. "Excuse me for a minute," he told the waiting group and left the room.

The friends all shared a glance and followed him quietly.

A few minutes later, the Grand Master stepped outside into the spacious landscaped gardens and was greeted by a most welcome sight.

A crowd of Pokémon awaited him, and not just any Pokémon but some of his oldest and dearest friends. Pikachu and Meowth were there, as was Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Charizard, Pidgeot, Muk, Meganium, Typhlosion, Feraligator, Noctowl, and Espeon among others.

'Pikapi!' The small electric mouse scampered up to her friend and launched herself into his arms.

Ash caught the wriggling bundle of fur and hugged her gently. "Pikachu! I am so glad to see you…but what are you guys doing here?"

'We heard the news about Pikachupi,' Pikachu said seriously. 'And we're all here to be with you.'

"And noine of us is gonna leave until you do," Meowth spoke up. "You're never alone, Ash."

Ash just shook his head, speechless. "Guys…I…don't know what to say."

"Don't say anythin'" the Scratch Cat Pokémon waved a paw. "We're your friends and dat's what friends do."

A wave of emotion swept over the Grand Master at those words and he felt the beginnings of tears prickling at the back of his eyes. Overwhelmed at the show of love and support he had received since the news broke, he knelt down on the ground.

The Pokémon took this as an invitation to rush him and they did. Ash disappeared beneath a wriggling pile of fur and feathers as his Pokémon all sought to comfort him in any way they could.

The emotion of the moment was not lost on the observing group of friends. Shannon wiped away a little tear as she watched the private moment.

"That is so sweet," Trish sighed as she peered out the window. "Such devotion, it's beautiful."

"Yeah, it sure is," Jenn had flopped onto a couch. "But I can't watch. Seeing Ashy vanish under all those Pokémon is giving my claustrophobia the chillies."

"The chillies?" Drake shook his head. "I really think I need a Jenn to English dictionary."

"It's an acquired language," Trish laughed. "But you'll get the hang of it someday."

"Oh they're all so cute!" Shannon sighed over the Pokémon. "I love his Bulbasaur!"

"I hear he has a Venusaur, as well," Trish said slyly. "Maybe you should ask him if you can see it. I bet he'd let you!"

"You think?" Shannon looked as if she'd bust. "That would be so cool!"

"Ash loves nothing better than to talk about his Pokémon and to show them off," Drake smiled. "Of course he won't mind."

"I just looove Venusaur!" the brunette sighed. You could almost see the stars in her eyes.

Ash had finally managed to extract himself from the furry and feathery pile and adjusted his clothes. "Drake, I hope you don't mind the Pokémon staying here. I had no idea they were coming."

The Orange Crew Leader shook his head good-naturedly. "I don't mind them staying here. In fact I was wondering what took them so long! Besides, they won't go home, even if you ordered them to. They love you too much."

Ash smiled at his Pokémon. "I know. I just hope you have enough Pokémon chow to feed them all."

"We've got more than enough," Drake reassured him.

"Even if he didn't, I can always whip up some of my special Pokémon recipes," Brock spoke up. An approving chorus of roars, whistles, and squeals came from the assembled Pokémon. They loved anything that Brock made for them.

"And as long as all you Pokémon are here," the Grand Master addressed his creatures. "I'm sure you won't mind helping out with the clean up."

The Pokémon nodded eagerly.

"Good."

ooo

Elysium

The council bowed as Lord Oberon and Queen Titania entered the chambers, refreshed after a few days holiday.

After settling down in their thrones, the King turned to the Lord Chamberlain. "What news have you?"

Lord Tierney cleared his throat as he glanced down at a piece of parchment. "Your Majesty, one of the Fae messengers received a signal from Calliope and Puck to say that the renegade Lucius has been captured and is currently being held prisoner in the mortal realm."

There were gasps from all the advisors.

Oberon leant forward in his throne. "Lucius is in the mortal realm did you say? Dear Heavens…what damage did he do there?"

"I know not, Your Majesty," Tierney shook his head. "There was no further detail in the signal."

The King sat up decisively. "Tierney, please tell Captain Kearney to make haste to the mortal realm with two soldiers to collect the prisoner. And inform the Captain to report back to me on what destruction Lucius has caused."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

ooo

Callie was almost dozing off in her chair when she felt a sharp tingling along her skin. The female Fae's senses told her that someone or something from the magical realms was about to make an appearance.

Springing lightly to her feet, she brushed down the soft material of her dress before gently shaking her brother awake. "Puck…Puck…wake up!"

The chestnut-haired Fae muttered incoherently before his eyes opened. He struggled to an upright position and stared at his sister with bleary eyes. "What's up?"

"Someone from the Fae Court is coming," Callie ran a comb through her hair.

"What?" Puck stood up and straightened his clothes.

Not a moment too soon, for a pinprick of light appeared in the room and slowly grew in size and brilliance until it was blinding. The two Faes shielded their face with their hands.

When the light died down, three figures were revealed and Puck gasped. "Captain Kearney!"

"Long time no see, Puck," the captain smiled. He indicated the sphere which held Lu prisoner. "We're here to take this thing away."

"And it's about time too," Puck grumbled, shrinking a little when his sister glared at him. "This guy has been causing nothing but havoc and destruction here for the past few months."

"Oh?" Kearney motioned the soldiers forward. "The King would like a full report from the two of you on that. Are there any mortal witnesses and victims who might like to testify at his trial?"

Callie nodded. "There are many. However, I think it would be best for the trial to be postponed for a while. Lu magicked up a devastating hurricane to wipe out these islands and the mortals are very much preoccupied with rebuilding."

"I will see what we can do."

ooo

After Kearney and the two soldiers had departed with their prisoner, the two Faes made their way down to the living room where they knew their human friends to be.

Chris was the first to notice their entrance and he grinned goofily. "Hey Callie, hey Puck! Nice to be able to see you again. Taking a break from playing prison guards?"

"Lu's been taken back to the Fae realm," Puck informed the group. "Someone from the Fae Courts came to fetch him a few minutes ago."

"So…he's really gone?" Shannon asked timidly. She didn't want to get her hopes up too much.

"He's really gone," Callie gave a tired smile. "He won't ever bother you again."

A huge cheer erupted from the humans, and the two Faes couldn't blame them. How they had suffered under Lu.

Trish and Drake hugged, before Drake reached an arm out and dragged Jenn into it. The three clung to each other with mad grins.

Shannon was squealing and hugging the life out of Ben, while Jaime was squeezing Meowth. Too tightly for the Scratch Cat's comfort.

"T minus nine lives and counting…." he wheezed with bulging eyes.

Callie looked around and found there was one person missing. "Say, where is the Chosen One?"

The group all looked at each other. Should they tell the two Faes what had happened?

"Uh…he went for a little walk to get some fresh air," Jenn explained. She felt a little protective of the Grand Master and felt that he wouldn't want to have to go through the pain of explaining Misty's cheating so soon all over again.

"But why?" Puck looked confused.

Jenn glared at him. "Come on, do you really need a full explanation? Let the dude relax for once." She waved the Fae off. "Besides, he's practically psychic. He probably knows already. He's probably celebrating on the beach."

Puck arched an eyebrow. "You are so weird."

The blonde beamed. "Why thank you!"

Puck glanced at his sister. "Why does she say that like I just complimented her?"

Trish shook her head. "You've known her long enough. You should know by now that saying she's weird or crazy is a compliment."

Jenn smirked and shrugged. "Hey, why not."

"Enough with her!" Shannon burst out. "Let's have a party!"

"I second that!" Jaime chimed in.

"Me too," Chris nodded with a grin. "I'm psychic, you know. I foresee beer, loads of food, and women!"

Jaime gave him a droll look. "I'd can't see how women fit into the plans."

Chris looked smug. "Yeah, you wouldn't."

"This conversation is getting a little tacky," Callie said with some amusement. "Though I do think celebrations are in order."

"Oh…uh…I didn't mean women like women." Chris stammered weakly.

"Give it up, Scotty," Jaime elbowed him playfully. "You're so busted."

"I only meant women as in there would be all you women there, honest," Chris said hastily, lest Callie think that he was nothing but a boozing womaniser.

"Suuuure," the Canadian rolled her eyes.

Trish grinned. "Awww, leave him alone. We've got a party to plan!"

"What sort of party? Like just us or the whole island?" Shannon asked.

The Orange Crew Leader smiled. "Oh I think the whole island could do with a little celebration after the hurricane, don't you? They also suffered because of Lu, even if they didn't know all of this pain was caused by a demented Fae."

"That's true," Trish nodded. "Hang on a minute…that's not going to be a 'little' celebration if you do that…that's a massive celebration!"

"Oh but it is little," Drake grinned. "Not just to me, but everyone else who lives in the archipelago."

"Orange Islands little," the Australian shook her head. "I still don't understand that."

The Orange Crew Leader slung an arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the forehead. "You'll understand it soon enough. You will be living here permanently soon."

Jenn bounced up and down lightly on her feet. "Oh can Trishy and I plan the party for you? I love planning parties!"

Drake shrugged. "Sure, if you want. It will take some of the pressure off Ash and myself. We can concentrate on the rebuilding process."

"Cool," the blonde beamed. "All we need now is your credit card. The titanium one preferably."

Drake's eyes widened and he shook his head. "The titanium! No way are you getting your sticky fingers on my credit card!"

"Then how are we supposed to pay for all the stuff?"

"This is coming out of the Orange League's account," Drake said smugly. "And you're gonna have to answer to Ash if you max out that credit card."

"I'd answer to him anytime…" the blonde said dreamily, more to herself than anyone. She paled a little when she saw the knowing look on Trish's face. "Uh…but since he's busy being all Grand Masterish, that's not likely to happen. And damned good too, because that's a whole can of worms I don't need to open."

"Drake, are you sure it's wise to let those two girls plan such an important party?" Chris questioned, a wicked look on his face. "I mean, do you really want the League to pay for Jenn's tacky taste in decorations and music? This is Jenn we're talking about here."

"First of all, I don't do tacky. My taste is better than your booze, food, and women theme," Jenn shot back. "Or would you prefer a bagpipes, wild haggis, highland dancing, and men in skirts party? We could give out free samples of Nair to all the men in tights. I mean, skirts."

The Scot gritted his teeth. "For the umpteenth time, they're kilts not skirts!"

"Skirts," the blonde smirked, though she knew full well that some guys looked great in kilts.

Trish decided that she'd better put an end to things while it was still tame. She grabbed Jenn by one hand and Shannon by the other and dragged them to the doorway. "Okay girls, it's time to start planning!"

"But I don't like going to parties!" Shannon wailed. "I wouldn't know the first thing about them, let alone how to plan one!"

"Then why did you suggest one in the first place?" Trish smirked.

"Don't fret, Shan," Jenn reassured the younger girl. "I'm so the expert on all things partying and decorating. All you need to do is nod and agree when I, I mean, we tell you to." She disentangled herself from Trish and Shannon, glared back at Chris, and led the way out of the room.

"This whole thing will probably be princess themed," Chris groaned. "I should just drag out my kilt now and get it done and over with."

"One day I think we should just let you two fight it all out," Ash said as he walked back into the room.

"Yeah, Chris," Drake snickered. "It's not good to hold in your feelings."

Chris just glared in general. "She knows damn well they're not skirts."

"We know, Chris." Ash shook his head.

"They're an important part of my heritage!"

"So, Ash, are you planning fisticuffs or a Pokémon battle?" Drake asked. "Because the Stadium isn't totally destroyed. We could hold another match."

Chris gaped at Drake. "Dude, I can't believe you just said that."

"What? Battle?"

"No! Fisticuffs! That's just not a word you hear on a daily basis."

"So?" the Orange Crew Leader shrugged. "I'm tired. Give me a break."

Chris was about to say something further but decided that Drake really did look tired. Even though that was the present state of everyone in the Archipelago, the Orange Crew Leader had more reason than most. He had been working like a demon right around the clock, organising and making sure the rehabilitation of Pummelo went as smoothly and efficiently as possible. A good enough reason in Chris's books to lay off the teasing. For now.

ooo

Jenn, Trish, and Shannon returned many hours later, two satisfied and one exhausted.

"So, how did the planning go?" Jaime asked, bright-eyed.

"Fantastic!" Jenn grinned and placed her boutique bags on a nearby coffee table. "We've got the planning well and truly underway!"

Drake eyed the bags warily. "I don't think you girls were just planning for the party. It looks like you indulged in a bit of retail therapy as well."

"Hey, I didn't!" Shannon protested as she flopped down on the sofa next to Chris. "I was just dragged along for the ride. Honestly, those two are the worst shopping fiends I have had the misfortune to come across. They are beyond any help."

Ash looked at the bags and noticed 'Armani' emblazoned across one of them. "Please tell me that these purchases didn't go on the League's account."

A cheeky grin came across Jenn's face and she opened her mouth to answer but Trish beat her to it.

"Don't worry, Ash. Anything that wasn't for the party went onto our own credit cards," the Australian reassured the Grand Master as she shot a look at her best friend.

Both Ash and Drake breathed a sigh of relief.

"So is there a theme for the party?" Ben enquired.

"Sure is!" Jenn chirped. "It's gonna be Titanic themed, and everyone is going to have to dress up in period clothes and a huge iceberg will be the centrepiece in the room."

Jaime's eyes widened like saucers. "Really? Really? And just how are you gonna do that?"

"It's not gonna be Titanic themed," Trish shook her head good-naturedly. "Even though Jenn wishes it otherwise."

The blonde sighed. "Hey, it's always been a dream of mine to have a Titanic themed party. Hasn't everyone wanted one?"

Shannon wrinkled her nose, "Can't say I have."

Jenn mock-glared at the brunette. "You were supposed to agree with me, Shannon. Remember what your training taught you; that the Goddess Jenn is always right."

Shannon rolled her eyes. "Yes, Ma'am."

"The colour scheme of the decorations is gold, cream and silver," Trish grinned. "And each table will have floral centrepieces full of white roses with sprigs of peach and orange blossoms among them. We thought that gold and silver was appropriate as Pummelo is known as the sparkling jewel of the Archipelago and it will be so again after the reconstruction is over."

Nods of approval all round.

"Very nice," Drake smiled. "I like it. Very classy."

Chris frowned slightly. "Hang on, does that mean the party is going to be a formal do? That means tuxedos right?"

Trish smirked. "You got it."

The Scot ran a hand through his hair. "Awwww man….I hate getting dressed up in penguin suits!"

Shannon snorted. "I don't know what you're complaining about. Formal wear is easy for men. Me, I'm going to have to get all dolled up in a long dress and heels. And I hate wearing dresses!"

"Oh, come on!" Jenn sighed. "There's nothing better than getting dressed up! You get to find the dress, the shoes, the makeup, and then you get your hair and nails done…There's nothing better!"

"More like there's nothing worse," Chris shook his head. "I'd rather fight Lu all over again."

"I almost second that," Shannon said, to which Jaime nodded her agreement.

"You people are so totally hopeless," Jenn said sadly. "You're missing out on so much!"

"Missing out on what? Torture? I can live with that," Chris snorted.

"Well get used to being tortured," Trish said with a wicked glint in her eyes. "You're all coming to this shindig whether you like it or not. No excuses accepted."

Jaime blinked. "You're going to force us to attend?" she asked, a little nervous. She did not like the evil glint in the Australian's eyes.

"Sure am," Trish crossed her arms. "Jenn and I are working really hard on making this the best party that Pummelo has seen; and our efforts demand appreciation. You try organising a party for hundreds of people and then having your efforts go to waste." She walked across the room to where the TV was situated.

"Yeah," Jenn echoed. "All that hard work and what thanks do we get from you? Complaints, and more complaints. Ingrates."

Chris snorted and waved his hand dismissively. "Empty threats…that's what they are. I know you two girls and you would never go through with such a threat."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Chrissy," the blonde said in a sing-song voice and pointed to Trish who held up a small something in her hand.

The Scot peered closer and paled immediately. "You wouldn't!" he gasped, completely horrified.

"Oh wouldn't I?" the Australian raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You don't come to this party and I'll delete every single saved Playstation game on this memory card of yours."

"That's inhumane!"

Trish turned to the two girls. "Shannon, I'll go and erase all of your Gameboy Advanced games as well as confiscate your beloved dragon collection if you don't come." The brunette shrank back.

"As for Jaime…." Trish trailed off, tapping her chin as she thought.

"Y..y..yes?" the Canadian squeaked.

"I'll burn all your art supplies!"

"No! You wouldn't be so cruel!" Jaime cried out.

"Then stop complaining about the party, come all dressed up and I won't," Trish gave a benign smile.

Drake raised an eyebrow and leaned across to Ash. "I didn't think Trish could be so evil. I think she's been hanging around Jenn way too long."

"Too late to fix that," Ash grinned wryly. "Or else Trish's work has had more effect on her than she realises."

"You guys really should just accept your fate." Jenn said with a shrug. "Otherwise it'll get messy."

Ash grinned a moment more, "I gotta go, guys. I'll be back in a few hours."

Trish gaped. "But…"

"Not now, Trish," Jenn cut in. "Let the guy catch a break. Maybe he's gotta go visit the can."

Ash snorted. "I don't have to do that. Yet."

Before either girl could say another word, the Grand Master had vanished into thin air.

"Wow," Trish sounded surprised. "Now there's a handy talent."

"Yeah, I know," Jenn said wistfully. "I wonder if I could bribe him to take me to a Louis Vuitton store way after hours."

"Jenn!"

"What?" The blonde made a face. "At least I'm being honest."

"Jenn and I were discussing the party and realised that it's more for adults than families," Trish got back to business. "So Jenn suggested that we hold a carnival as well that would allow all families and children to have a good time as well."

"That's a fantastic idea!" Drake grinned. "I don't know why we didn't think of that in the first place. Why should adults have all the fun? The kids suffered with the hurricane too."

Jenn smirked as she leaned back in her seat. "You didn't think of it because you're not a genius like me."

ooo

Ash reappeared on the white sandy beach of a deserted island that lay to the north of Pummelo Island and looked around with a degree of satisfaction. What he needed was peace and solitude, and this was just the place to get it.

The Grand Master looked around at the beach and the lush grass and foliage that bordered it, and decided that some of his Pokémon might as well get a little fun in the sun while he brooded.

Four popping noises were heard and Pikachu, Charizard, Bulbasaur, and Meowth materialised out of thin air. All with the exception of Charizard fell to the ground with various thumping sounds.

"PIKA!" the electric mouse yelped and let loose a thundershock which zapped her unfortunate master.

"AAAAAAAAAH!" Ash screeched as the electricity coursed through his veins. The powerful jolt made his hair stand on end. He fell to the ground, slightly smoking from the attack.

Pikachu folded her paws across her chest. "Pi," she harrumphed.

"I'm sorry, Pik," the Grand Master apologised as he sat up, trying to smooth his staticked hair. "I know I really need to work on better placement with teleportation."

"Kachu," the mouse snorted.

"I agree with da rodent," Meowth said as he slowly picked himself up off the sand. "What you tryin' ta do? Kill me? First Jaime…and now you. T minus eight lives and countin'."

"I said I was sorry," Ash grinned in spite of himself. "I just thought it would be nice to have you guys along for company. Plus, I need someone to talk to."

'Sure Ash,' Bulbasaur grunted. 'So why did you decide to come here? Isn't the Plateau just as good?'

Ash sighed and stared out to sea for a while. Pikachu decided to hop into his lap and make herself comfortable.

"I just needed some time to myself," he finally said. "Somewhere that I knew no one could bother me. I haven't had time to fully digest all that's gone on with Misty, and I haven't had much time to myself. With this party coming up, I'm going to have to come to terms with that quickly. No one wants a gloomy face at the celebrations."

'That'll be tough with you around, no matter what the cause.' Charizard rumbled good naturedly, but his words were meant as is.

"You're a real friend, you know?" Ash shook his head. "Remind me to not talk with you about deeply emotional issues."

The large orange dragon padded over lazily and raised his wings as a sort of umbrella for Ash. The thick wings provided immediate sun relief for the Grand Master, even as it gave Charizard time to bask in the rays. 'I just calls 'em as I sees 'em, Ash. You know me better than that.'

"Youise can't say dat his pep talks ain't encouraging," Meowth said. "Remember da pep talk he gave Jenn? Now dat was some award winnin' talk."

"This is serious, though," Ash said quietly. He looked down at the sand, so white and soft, then looked back up. "Misty left me for Gary and I'm the one left behind to deal with the media."

Bulbasaur spoke up. 'And the fans and the paparazzi.'

"And da endless crush of available women dat'll be comin' over after da divorce is finalized." Meowth said nonchalantly. "Jessie'd try t'be first in dat line."

"Oh, Lugia," Ash groaned. "I never even gave that a second thought."

'And no using a female friend to provide a barrier to any gold diggers, Pikapi,' Pikachu said it calmly. 'Or else everyone will think you've been having an affair as well.'

"Too bad about dat," Meowth said. "I bet Jenn'd be more dan happy t'help you out wit dat."

"Yeah," Ash snorted. "I bet she would."

'Speaking of Jenn,' Bulbasaur said. 'Has anyone spoken to that new Pokémon of hers? It's not a normal Mightyena that's for sure.'

'Makes sense,' Charizard chuckled. 'Since when is anything that Jenn has, normal?!'

"I haven't talked to it," Ash shook his head. "Not that I have had the time, recently."

Pikachu made a mental note to herself to try to speak to Pikapichu's Dark Pokémon next time she saw it.

The Grand Master stared out at the tranquil ocean for a while before speaking again. "Guys…where did I go wrong with Misty? When did it start to go all bad that she needed to seek comfort in the arms of Gary?"

Bulbasaur shrugged as he settled comfortably into the soft sand and his bulb soaked up the tropical sun. 'I really couldn't say, Ash. You were a kind, loving and thoughtful husband who spent plenty of time with his wife.'

"But Misty said that Gary was there for her when I wasn't," Ash recalled his wife's words. "She said that I should have come home with her when she asked."

Charizard's eyes widened in disbelief. 'Is that woman mental? You didn't stay behind to have fun in the sun. You stayed behind to save the world.'

'Even though I do agree with you, Charizard, try to be nice,' Pikachu grinned. 'Pregnancy does addle your brain. I should know!'

"Maybe I didn't spend enough time with Misty, period," Ash mused. "Maybe if I had given up the position of Grand Master and spent more time with her…." He was interrupted by a roar of anger from Charizard.

'Hold it right there, Ash!' the orange dragon shot a flame into the air. 'Don't you even think of giving up your deserved position as Pokémon Grand Master. You worked, hell, we all worked really long and hard to achieve it. It's always been your dream and it became our dream when we became your Pokémon. Do you think we'd let you give that up? Do you want to give that all up? Do you really think that would have made any difference if you'd have stayed by her side like some obedient Growlithe pup?'

"Charizard's right, ya know," Meowth said solemnly. "It woiuldn't have made any difference. You were da Grand Master way before youse two got hitched. Misty knew what she was getting herself in for when she agreed t'marry ya."

'If Gary had been Grand Master it would have been no different,' Pikachu said.

'Yeah it would've,' Charizard snorted flame. 'The League would've both sucked and gone bankrupt in one easy step.'

Ash gave a bark of laugher. "Thanks, pal, that did make me feel better."

Charizard grinned. 'No problem, Ash. Everyone around the Plateau knows that the Viridian Gym is the worst in terms of administration and financial matters. I've even heard some of the Headquarters staff use Viridian as slang for something that sucks.'

The Grand Master chuckled. "Really? I haven't heard that."

'And you're not likely to, either,' Bulbasaur grinned. 'Employees never say bad things when the big boss is around.'

'When are you going to call a press conference about this?' Charizard stretched his wings lazily.

Ash blanched. "Uh….I don't know. I've tried to not think about that."

'You'd better hold one soon, Pikapi,' Pikachu warned. 'Otherwise there'll be talk when you turn up to this party alone. Do it now and then you won't be bothered so much by the paparazzi at the event.'

"You're right," her master groaned. Oh crap. He really really was not looking forward to facing the press. But it had to be done.

"Look at it dis way," Meowth said as he played with a round, shiny stone. "Dis conference can be da final door on dis whole mess. Get dat over wid, and ya can get on wid da rest of ya life. Da upcoming party would be poifect for a new start."

"Yeah…"

"Listen ta me, Ashy Boy," the Scratch Cat regarded him with serious eyes. "Me and Jessie and Jimmy have been watchin' ya since ya started on ya journey. There was always somethin' special abouit ya. I tink it musta been dis whole Chosen One ting going on. I could sense it more dan they since I'm a Pokémon an' all. An' we all know dat Misty use ta always put ya down an' make fun of ya dreams."

The other Pokémon nodded.

"Well ya know somethin'? Right now, ya may tink dat youise is nuthin' widout her – but dat's where you're wrong. You're y'own man, Ash. Everyting you've done, has been because of ya determination, ya will ta succeed, ya purity of heart. You have done it on y'own. Sure, Misty was there ta support ya, but she didn't do da actual work. And who has done such a great job of runnin' da whole Pokémon League since dey became Grand Master at sixteen? Youise! If it ain't broke, den don't mess wit it, I always say."

'I haven't heard a speech that longwinded since James lectured Jessie about bottlecaps.' Charizard growled out. Humour laced his words.

'Well at least he's being nice,' Pikachu said. 'You could learn a lesson from that.'

'Don't forget who you're talking to,' Bulbasaur chuckled.

'I don't do nice,' Charizard cracked his claws. 'It's not part of my contract.'

Ash grinned. "That sounded too eerily like Jenn."

'Hey, I used that phrase before she did,' the orange dragon grumbled.

'Say that to Jenn when we get back and she'll dispute that,' Pikachu snickered.

'So what's it gonna be, Ash?' Bulbasaur nudged his friend's side. 'Are you gonna stand tall or are you gonna fall? Do you want Misty to know that she's got you beat? Or are you going to be strong and not let it defeat you?'

Ash took a deep breath before smiling at his Pokémon. "After all that spirited talk and defence, how can I let you guys down by saying it's got me beat. You're all right. It's not the end of the world, and with my family and friends beside me, I can get through this."

"Atta boy, Ashy!" Meowth cheered.

The Grand Master grinned. "Shall we go back then?"

ooo

To be continued….

Author's Note: Things don't always work out the way you want in real life. So too with fanfiction. And there are no winners in divorces.