Title: Displacement
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #23, Vicarious
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*
Notes: () for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Warnings: Shonen-ai
Summary: Red punches a pillow instead of President Goodman.
"I. Hate. Him!" Red screamed, as he pummeled the pillow angrily with his fists. Lance watched, amused, and wondered privately if he ought to get Red a punching bag for Christmas. The pillow exploded in a spray of white feathers and scraps of cloth, and Red looked sheepish as the debris drifted all over the carpet.
Lance slid off the bed with a sigh. "Goodman again?"
"Yes." The Champion seethed. "I swear, that man is the most corrupt, perverted, arrogant president I have ever met in my entire life!"
"He's the only President you've ever met." Lance commented, and Red shot him a glare as he put his hands on his hips.
"I know, but… ugh." He gagged.
"Love, if there's nothing you can do about it, why do you continue to torment yourself with thoughts. Soon enough, he will die…"
"Not soon enough for me." Red muttered.
Lance did not answer, as he pulled Red into a hug, and the Pallet trainer did not fight him off.
Three weeks later, Goodman's private jet was shot down over Cosmos.
End Fic
Completed 12/9/06
The dictionary definition I got for this was a person being a substitute. Speaking of substitutes, one of Freud's defense mechanisms is Displacement, the diversion of an unacceptable thought or impulse from its actual target to a less threatening object or person. For example, in this fic Red punches a pillow instead of punching the President…