Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Pokémon Special/Adventures. I also do not own Pokémon games, the anime, the card game, or anything of the sort. None of it is mine. Except, occasionally, in my dreams.

In Dreams

Yellow smiled, feeling the wind in her hair, the droplets of sprinkling rain on her face, and the strength underneath her body. The power of the wings as they flew through the air was amazing, the sound, the push of air, the look as the muscles worked. She couldn't help the laughter that escaped her lips, but was silenced after a moment when she felt strong arms on her hips, holding her closely.

"If you let go, you might fall." She heard a low male voice whisper in her ears, and shivered as she placed her hands back on the creature she was flying on. "Good girl." The voice whispered, and she nearly fainted from it.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in response, hoping he couldn't hear the crack in her voice or feel the shiver of her body.

"There's nothing to apologize for." He said, chuckling lowly as he took his hands back, presumably to rest them on the creature as well. She couldn't help feeling a bit of sorrow and displeasure at the loss of his touch, but didn't say anything. If she did, he might make them land, or worse, laugh at her and never let her ride with him again.

"Okay." She squeaked out, stroking the yellow body softly, though still keeping at least one hand on holding onto it at all times. She didn't want to fall, or worse, have him scold her again, but yell instead of whisper. "Say… Why did you decide to let me ride him, anyway? I thought you didn't like anyone riding him except you." She asked, trying to look back, but unable to see him.

"Do you even have to ask that, silly girl?" He chuckled, the smile clear in his voice. "I wanted you to ride him for one simple reason. You've earned my respect, my trust, and my love. There would be no other reason that would satisfy me, or Dragonite. No other reason for us to be near you."

"Love?" She asked, turning around, but still unable to see him. She couldn't figure out where he was, but she knew by the sound of his breath he was still near her. She wanted to see his face, though. She wanted to know what his face said as he admitted his love.

"Yes. Love." He said, though still out of her vision. "Yellow, I love you. I really, truly do. That's why I am hiding from you. I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me? Hiding from me… It's hurting me more." She said, her voice soft in sorrow. "Just let me see you. I need to see you." She whispered, her voice sounding broken, even to her own ears.

"I can't let you see me. I don't want to hurt you." He repeated. "If you saw me… It might destroy your life. It might destroy you." He said, sounding almost as broken as she felt.

She turned around completely, unable to see him still, and searched the Dragonite. It was all too confusing, all too horrible. Why couldn't she find him, when she could still feel his breath?

It was then that she realized just what was happened, and felt herself falling through the sky at a breakneck pace. She screamed it fear as she saw the ground approach her, faster and faster, and woke only a moment before she hit the ground. She gasped for air, sweating and panting, and only calmed when she felt a body besides her, and heard a soft, male groan.

She looked down at her partner, and sighed softly. This wasn't the man she'd been dreaming of, or the man she really loved. After years, she'd settled with another, and sometimes that hurt her more than she could explain. But she wouldn't leave the dark haired male beside her.

At least not until she met up, once again, with the red haired man she truly loved.

She could settle, until that day. Even if her dream and broken her heart into a million pieces, and made her question, at least for the moment, if she'd ever met up with her love, she could settle.

For, Yellow knew that Red was no Lance. But she also knew he loved her, and, at least for the moment, wasn't hiding from her. That was all she could ask for, at the moment. To settle, and to wait.

A/N: I knew it took a long time for me to write this, and I apologize, but I had trouble getting an idea that worked out right. I hope this idea worked out well. I liked it better than the first three drafts, at least. Hopefully the next chapter is easier for me to write and put online…