I realize that is has been only weeks short of 4 years since I updated this fanfic. 4 years is a very long time.
Review of the chapters already posted bring me to the conclusion that I've definitely come a long way as a writer, and my love and adoration of these two particular anime isn't quite as much as it used to be.
In 2004, my computer crashed and subsequently, I lost the remaining 9 chapters of The Vacation. I haven't had the heart to try and re-write them because, as any writer can tell you, when you start again from scratch, very rarely is it as good or as satisfying as the original. If you are still following along after all this time (I really doubt anyone is), the best I can do for you is give you the brief synopsis of how the rest of it went, from what I can remember of it:
Misty starts to have mysterious dreams about a figure shrouded in blue light, a woman's voice, and the sound of waves crashing in the ocean. Since this was a fic that centered mostly around Hotaru/Ash/Misty, most of the other characters have very little important details to relate. Team Rocket sets a trap for Pikachu that Misty pushes Ash out of, and as a result, is knocked unconcious for several days, during which her dreams finally become vivid, and Misty discovers that she is also a senshi, Sailor Tsunami, one that was destined to guard the earth with a force of other sailor soldiers not yet found (so typical of any adolescent BSSM fanfic, no?) She wakes from her coma and only Raye senses the sudden change in her aura. Finally, it's time for the senshi to return to their own universe. Hotaru and Ash part ways and promise to remember each other always. The senshi's Pokemon return to the lab (except for Jigglypuff, of course) and as they disappear into the vortex to the Time Gate, Raye notices that Misty, who is now facing the lake, is studying the palms of her hands, which are glowing with a faint blue light.
Brock: Ok, gang. Let's go back home and rest before we head out again. What do you think?
Ash: Misty, you wanna head back on the trail tomorrow?
Misty: Huh? Oh, yeah. Sounds good. You guys go ahead, I'll be right behind you.
And in the water of the lake is the image of a fuku-clad Sailor Tsunami with the same shock of red hair and cerulean blue eyes as Misty.
Unfortunately, that's the best I can do for now. Maybe someday if I'm compelled to, I'll write it all out again. But to anyone who had read up to here so faithfully, I want to thank you for your support of a 12 year old girl with an obsession and too much free time in her hands.