Ash's Dream and the Flying Toast
The water rippled softly as Ash wrapped his arms around the redheaded
girl fishing beside him. His movements knocked her arms and her fishing rod
broke the glass-like surface of the river. Misty sighed happily and buried her
face in his jacket. Grudgingly, Ash helped Misty up. She reached behind her
back and pulled out a huge metal gong.
Huh? thought Ash. This is getting surreal… as Misty brought the gong down on his head.
He sat up with a start and
looked angrily around to see who had woken him. Standing a little way off next
to a gong, holding a beater was Misty. Ash looked at her, just as angry.
" You know there's such a thing as shaking" he
remarked, sardonically as he pushed past her to find Brock.
The gang were back in the
Pokémon League village, 3 years after Ash had lost with Charizard against
Richie. In those 3 years, Ash had won the Orange League and afterwards, Brock
had rejoined the group. Ash had worked hard and he was ready to compete in the
Indigo Pokémon League once more; and this time - he promised himself - he was
going to win!
Ash sighed as he slumped
down in a chair in the kitchen of the little cottage. Brock appeared out of
nowhere wearing his pink apron and wielding two plates.
"Where's Misty?" he asked, surprised. "I thought she went in to wake you up?"
"She did, " said Ash, his mouth already
full of food. "She got out that damn
gong and totally ruined my romantic…" He stopped as he realised Brock was
staring at him with an eyebrow raised and a sweatdrop. "…book. Yeah, that Mills and Boons thing she gave me. She, er, stepped
on it and ripped out a few pages."
Nice save, he thought to himself,
sweatdropping as he stared at his plate. Brock shrugged, and turned back to his
Misty came out of the
bathroom then; her hair was wet and she had a towel round her neck.
"Hey Misty, you look like a drowned Raticate!" Ash
laughed, and ducked as a piece of toast came flying at him.
If four years of travelling with Misty has
taught me anything, it's good reflexes, he
thought, until a few mushrooms whacked him in the face.
"So Ash" asked Misty sitting down at the table opposite him, "are you ready for your match today?"
At the mention of a battle Ash's eyes gleamed over.
"You bet I am!" he yelled, jumping up from the table. "I'm on the Rock Field."
"What Pokémon are you using?" asked Misty, with a mouth full of toast. Ash
looked at her, surprised. Misty may have been his best friend but she always
acted like she didn't care about his battles.
"Totodile, Donphan and Pikachu"
"Good team," remarked Misty quietly. "So, what time's your match?"
" Half three" Ash looked at his watch.
"Well, I'm going for a walk" said
Misty, returning Togepi to its ball and stuffing it in her bag. She paused at
the door. "Do you wanna come?"
"Gee Misty, I thought that after 4 years of walking
with me, you'd be sick of it" Ash sweatdropped.
"Fine!" said Misty angrily, as she
turned and walked out of the door.
Wait! I wanna come!" called Ash quickly, jumping up
from his seat. "Come on Pikachu!"
"Wonder where Misty is" mumbled Ash to Pikachu as he
wandered down the road kicking a stone.
"Kachu" [Dunno] Ash stopped as he noticed
familiar red hair in a café window across the street. He smiled slightly. She
was talking intently to someone - but Ash couldn't see who it was. He silently
slipped into the bustling café and into an empty booth behind Misty and her
here, he could see this person clearly. It was a girl with blonde hair and big
blue eyes made even bigger by the glasses she wore. Her hair was long, but
fashionably cropped at the front. She was wearing a black skirt that landed on
the knees of her long legs; and every inch of her oozed style and
sophistication. Ash disliked her on sight.
back in the red leather couch and strained his ears, but above all the noise
all he could hear was random words.
"Ahem" came an angry voice from above. Ash looked up to
see a very pissed off waitress staring at the table. Ash stared too, and
realised he had been playing with the salt shaker, and he'd spelt out the
letters M and A on the table in salt. "Can
I get you something to go with your …salt?" asked the snooty waitress.
"Er thanks, I'm fine," Ash began, but was harshly
reminded via a static bolt of Pikachu, who was currently under the table. "Actually can I get a bottle of ketchup
"A bottle of ketchup?" repeated the waitress, raising
"Yeah, er, to go with the salt…" Ash
grinned, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. When
Pikachu saw the bottle arrive, she jumped up onto the table and started licking
it straight out of the container. The waitress, regardless of the yellow rat
licking ketchup from the public bottle, walked away. Just then, the blonde
mystery girl spotted Pikachu.
"Like, no way!" she squealed to Misty. "Look at that cute Pikachu eating that ketchup!"
"…ketchup?" repeated Misty, slowly. She whirled around and
reached over the back of her seat. Without even bothering to look at who was
cowering in the seat behind her, Misty grabbed the person's collar and pulled
Ash over the back of the seat, whilst the girl watched, sweatdropping.
"Jeez Ash, now you're stalking me?" yelled Misty, her head had
grow to about three times its normal size.
"For your information!" Ash yelled back, "You invited me AND it's a free country. Me
and Pikachu can go into any café we want to!"
"Yeah, so I can kick you out of any café I want to!" Misty yelled back, brandishing her oversized fist in
the glaring boy's face.
"Er, Misty? Is this a bad time?" Ash and Misty stopped and
stared at the blushing girl sitting opposite them.
"Oh no, of course not!" Misty said. She turned back to
Ash. "This is my cousin, Linda
Winhamall. Linda, this is my…Ash Ketchum."
fluttered her fake eyelashes, and twirled a strand of her cropped strawberry
blonde hair around her finger. Ash glared at her - she had the same facial
features as Misty and Daisy, and her eyes resembled those of Lily. Her hair
looked like it had once been a faint orange, but now was so highlighted and
altered it was impossible to know for sure.
"I'm very happy to meet you, Misty's Ash," she said
playfully, slipping her glasses knowingly down the bridge of her nose so she
could peer over the frames. Misty and Ash started to blush.
"Oh, you know what I mean Lin," Misty said, with
sweatdrops galore. She turned to Ash again. "Linda is a Normal Pokémon Trainer."
"Oh, so what am I?" asked Ash angrily. "Abnormal?"
Misty and Linda facevaulted.
"Er, Misty means that I train Pokémon of the Normal element. You know,
like Jigglypuff and Raticate." Linda explained.
"Huh." Ash grunted.
"Ooh" cried Linda, jumping up. "I've got to go and pick up my Pokémon from Nurse Joy at the Pokémon
Centre. My match on the Ice Field starts in an hour!" She turned to her
redheaded cousin. "Will you be there,
"I wouldn't miss it Lin." The blonde dropped some coins on
the table to pay for the Diet Coke she had been sipping and practically skipped
out of the door in the direction of the Pokémon Centre.
was gone, Ash slid round the leather booth so he was sitting where Linda had
been. Pikachu came bounding over from the booth behind, leaving an empty
ketchup bottle on the table.
"Pi Pikachupi" [Hey Misty]
"Pika, pi, chu, pikachu?" [Who was that?]
"She's my cousin," said Misty, absentmindedly stroking Pikachu's ears.
"You seem to get along well with her." Said Ash
"Well, if you don't give yourself the job of jumping down my throat
every 10 minutes, you'd find that I'm pretty easy to get along with!" Ash
shifted uncomfortably. Misty continued. "We
were supposed to go on our Pokémon journey together, but her parents decided
that 10 was a bit young, and didn't let her go till last year. I left on my own
and (she laughed) fished you up."
"So if she had been with you, I would have had to travel with TWO
girls?" laughed Ash in mock horror.
"Nope." Said Misty, rising from the table. "I wouldn't have come with you." She
dropped some money on the table as well. "Come
on Ash," she said to the silent boy, "Lets
go drop your Pokémon off with Nurse Joy."
and the Nurse Joy Intern
Brock was sitting in the Pokémon Centre. After Misty and
Ash had disappeared he had headed down to er, talk to a Nurse Joy. The
one on duty at this Centre was the Joy from Lavender Town. She was busy
operating on a Cubone and had no time for Brock's puppy eyes (?) and adoring
Brock sat on the mint coloured
sofa in the lobby, lazily watching the people go by. A pretty blonde girl with
glasses dashed straight past him, and before he could say a word, she was gone
again, clutching six Pokéballs to her chest. Brock sighed: she was more Ash's
age anyway. Soon a short girl wearing a blue dress entered the centre and
walked up to the front desk. She dropped 5 Pokéballs on the counter.
"Hello?" she called, leaning over the desk slightly to see
into the back room. An average muffled voice was heard and the door to the
average operating theatre opened; but it wasn't your average Nurse Joy who
After Brock had picked himself
off the floor, he stared at the young woman now at the desk. She was a Joy
alright, the pink hair was a dead give-away, but she wore it loose and it fell
to just above her shoulders in wavy ripples. She tossed it back behind her ear
as she leant on the counter and listened to the short girl; it looked as if she
had literally chopped off the hoops that the Nurse Joy family's hair
automatically grew into. She looked a lot younger too, more around Brock's age.
She wore really heavy orange eyeshadow and black lipstick, creating an interesting
effect. Her face was heavily powdered so her pale cheeks contrasted horribly
with her dark lips. And she looked really, really uncomfortable in the
standard pink dress/frilly apron combo clothing of a Nurse Joy.
The Trainer at the desk handed
over her Pokéballs and left, as the 'Nurse Joy' busied herself with checking
them in. Brock walked over to the front desk and stood there, gaping at her,
with that familiar red hue on his face.
"Beautiful…" he murmured. "Beautiful…"
She finished what she was doing and focused her attention on Brock.
"Can I help you sir?"
"Er…I mean..uhhhh" Brock stuttered.
"Are you going to check in or pick up some Pokémon, because if you're
just going to stare at me you have to stand over there," she
said, delicately pointing with one highly polished fingernail. Brock obediently
started walking in that direction, and the girl laughed and called him back.
"I'm only joking idiot!" she giggled. Brock immediately
went into his 'suave-mode'.
there…" he crooned. "My
name's Slate, Brock Slate. I'm a Pokémon Breeder, and I'm training to be the best! Lemme guess, your
name is Joy." He delicately kissed her hand. She laughed, twisting a strand
of short pink hair in one hand.
"Call me Jo."
"Yeah, it helps me stand out from my sisters…and cousins…and
aunts…and…" Brock cut her off; he knew how long this could go on for.
"Don't be silly! You're much more beautiful than the other Joys!" Jo
blushed (not that you could tell under the powder) and was about to say
"Hey Brock!" came Misty's voice.
"Pika!!" [Hey!] Brock facevaulted, twitching, but
jumped up sweatdropping.
guys, what are you doing here?" he asked. Ash didn't answer,
pushed past Misty and picked up Pikachu. He set it gently down on the counter
next to Jo, then reached for his belt and put a Lureball and a Heavyball in the
"What's with him?" Brock murmured to Misty. She shrugged off the
"He just met my cousin, and I don't think he likes her very much."
"I understand." said the older teen, with a wicked twinkle in his
eye (?). "It's always a shame when the fiancé doesn't get along with his
future in-laws!" Misty pulled out her trusty mallet from anime-hyperspace
and whacked Brock into the back wall, face first. Jo gasped in concern as Brock slid down the wall, cracking it as
"Don't worry." said Ash, with no concern in his voice. "We'll pay for the wall."
"Joy darling!" called a voice from the operating theatre.
"Yeah mum?" answered Jo.
"Take a break dear, you're taking this intern stuff
way too seriously sweetheart. Cubone's going to be fine. Take the rest of the
"Thanks mum." Brock saw his chance.
"Er, Jo? I don't suppose you'd want to spend your break with me? Wait
– what am I saying? You probably
have to go visit your boyfriend or something…" Jo looked uncomfortable at
"Brock? I'd love to. Let me check in your friend's Pokémon and get changed,
and we can all go somewhere
together!" Jo flashed a smile at Brock, then turned and ran up a flight of
stairs with Pikachu and the two Pokéballs in her arms. Pikachu chuued a
"Uhhhhhhh" said Ash and Misty, sweatdropping. Brock's face was
a picture of pure joy (no pun intended).
guys? I think…I'm in love!"
"Again?" laughed Misty. Then Brock started leaping around
the lobby, catapulting over the poor Trainers resting on the couches and
talking to the air. Almost like a reflex, Ash and Misty stepped back,
pretending not to know their slitty-eyed travelling partner.
"What's up with you Ash?" asked Misty, not bothering to
hide the annoyance in her voice. Ash turned around to face the redhead who was
half glaring at him with her arms folded across her chest. For a fleeting
moment, Ash's dream came to his mind, but he quickly pushed it out.
"You don't like Linda."
"What are you on? I don't even know your cousin properly!" Ash
"Yeah, like that ever stopped you from disliking anyone before." Misty
suddenly changed the subject. "Hey Ash?
How come this morning you were saying my name in your sleep?" Ash's heart
took a giant leap.
"Wh-h-hat?" he spluttered.
morning." Misty repeated. "I
went in to wake you up and you were talking about me. You said 'We have to go back now Misty.' What
were you dreaming about Ash?"
Walls seemed to close in on Ash.
"Trapped!" he thought.
"Bugger; I can't even keep my big mouth closed when I'm asleep!" he looked
up into Misty's inquisitive aqua-green eyes.
"Well…" he croaked. "We
were…" He was interrupted as Brock suddenly appeared in between them.
(Author's note: á-la 'Fire and Ice'!)
"She's going out with me!" he
squealed, clasping his hands together and sighing from pure exultation.
"Correction Brock" said Ash, silently thanking God for the escape. "She's going out with us."
"Double correction" interrupted Misty. "She's going out with you two. I have to go to Linda's match." Brock may have been
'away-with-the-Clefairys', but he was still able to see the disappointment that
quickly flashed over the younger boy's face.
contradicted a gentle voice, "I
think going to a Pokémon match might be good fun!" Brock gazed at Jo. The
degrading pink dress was gone, and in its place was an orange top the same tone
as Misty's hair and a denim skirt so short Jesse would have refused to wear it.
"Okay then. We'd better get going." Misty looked at her
watch. "Let's hurry so we get good seats!" Brock tried to sneak a look at
Ash's face to see his reaction, but Ash and Misty were already running out of
the Pokémon Centre. Jo linked her arm with his and dragged him after them in
the direction of the Ice Field.