Hey Guys!

So here's the first suggested story!

I originally was going to do a oneshot, but I thought the overall length and how I wanted to break it up would have to be done in multiple chapters. So this may turn out to be 3 – 5 chapters.


I was engulfed in warmth. Heat radiating, warming me to my core, making me smile. The encompassing arms tightened before releasing me, brown eyes twinkling down.

"You know I'm kidding Mist," Ash laughed, bumping me lightly with his hip as we continued down the path into the Pokémon Center. After handing over our Pokémon to Nurse Joy, we took a seat at one of the tables and pulled out containers full of food.

"Where's Brock?" I asked, looking around the room. Usually he'd be flirting endlessly with Nurse Joy.

"Maybe there's an Officer Jenny ouside," Ash laughed, and I smiled. His raven hair fell in his eyes and I reached across the table to brush it out of his eyes.

His gaze caught and held mine. Reaching across the table, his fingers found mine, weaving. I looked down, blushing.


I looked up to Ash through my bangs. Mimicking my earlier action, he brushed the red locks out of my face.

"Mist, I—" he was cut off by a nearby phone going off. I glanced over at the screen, it was for me.

I looked back at Ash, opening my mouth to speak, but he just cut me off.

"Go answer it," he smiled, "we'll have tons of time after."

I squeezed his hands before sitting at the phone and answering the call. My three sisters appeared on screen, all smiling happy faces.

"Like, hey sis!" they squealed together. I sighed, it was never fun for me when I was dealing with my sisters.

"What is it?" I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Like, don't roll your eyes at us," Daisy pouted, crossing her arms.

I sighed, "Get to the point guys."

"We're girls," Daisy grumbled before Violet silenced her.

"We've been invited to go on tour! Taking the act around the globe!" she squealed, ecstatic, "which means you're going to have to come back and run the gym li'l sis!"

My stomach dropped in dread, leave Ash and Brock?


"No buts Misty," Lily cut me off, "we sent a car for you, it should be outside the Pokémon Center right now. Get in and we'll see you later tonight!" Click.

Standing up, I turned around to come face to face with Ash.

"I'm so sorry Ash," I started, "they—"

"I know Misty," he sighed, looking down.

I closed my eyes, willing the tears to not fall when I felt a set of warm lips on my cheek. I stilled, relishing in the tingling feeling in my stomach before I opened my eyes.

"What was that for?" I asked. Ash just smiled a small smile before taking my hand and leading me out to the car. Opening the door for me, he helped me into the seat.

"See you soon?" I asked. Ash nodded, closing the door.

A lone tear trailed down my cheek as the driver pulled away.

I groaned and rolled over, refusing to open my eyes.

I hated that dream.

Every time I had it, waking up was a nightmare. Not only did I have to relive that moment, it was one of those dreams that I just couldn't forget. It plagued my thoughts until I could suppress the memory.

I sighed, reaching my hands out to find the back of a warm body. Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind and pulled my body to his.

The body stirred, rolling over suddenly and pinning me beneath his weight. He began to nuzzle my neck, his stubble scratching my neck, tickling me. I laughed uncontrollably.

"Stop!" I screamed, laughing, "stop please!"

He laughed, capturing my lips with his own and kissing me. I smiled into the kiss before breaking away. Looking up into his dark eyes my heart swelled, so I kissed him again, chastely.

"I love you Mist," he rumbled, rolling onto his side and pulling my body flush against his.

"I love you too Gary," I whispered.

Pulling away, I wrapped the bed sheet around my small frame and walked into the bathroom. Letting the sheet drop, I pulled back the shower curtain and ran the water.

Stepping into the stream, I let the warmth loosen my tense muscles and my stressed thoughts.

It had been seven years since Ash led me out of that Pokémon center and into that car that took me back home. Seven years since I had seen his face, or heard his voice, or felt his body next to mine.

Seven years since I left the man I loved behind to be a gym leader against my will.

I loved Ash, I still do, and something tells me I always will.

He had never called, or wrote. I hadn't seen him since that day.

What was he going to tell me that day anyway? I thought.

My thoughts were disturbed by the curtain opening, and a very undressed Gary pulling me to him.

"Gary!" I squealed, "I'm showering!"

He laughed, "Nothing I haven't seen before," he lured in my ear and I shuddered, "many times."

I breathed out lowly, my lower stomach burning.

"Gary you keep that up we won't be standing for much longer," I whispered. I immediately felt a growing hardness against my lower stomach.

"Good," he rumbled, pushing me up against the wet tile and pulling my thighs up to wrap around his waist.

Oh god, I moaned internally, spreading my arms along the walls as he kissed my neck.

I love this.

"Starmie! Use rapid spin!"


Starmie began to spin into a blur and rushed at the Chikorita directly across from it. Wounded previously by Psyduck, Chikorita didn't move out of the way quickly enough and collapsed, exhausted.

"Chikorita is unable to battle, Misty wins the match!"

I ran to Starmie, hugging her close.

"Good job Starmie," I smiled before setting her down and walking up to the young trainer.

"Good match," she sighed, looking down. I could tell she felt defeated and really wanted this water badge.

"You have a strong bunch of Pokémon," I smiled at her, "I can tell they love you very much."

Glancing up at me, her blue eyes twinkled, "You think so?"

I nodded, "Lots of trainers' Pokémon battle because they have to. Very few times have I ever seen a trainer with Pokémon who battle because they love their trainer and want to make them proud. They aren't just Pokémon to you are they?" I asked.

She shook her head, "They're my best friends, especially Chikorita."

The little girl looked at her leaf-headed friend.

"Chiko!" the small Pokémon exclaimed, rubbing up against her leg.

"You have a relationship with your Pokémon that it just beginning," I encouraged, "and your bond with them is going to be the reason why you will win countless matches."

"Really?" she looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"I look forward to the day you come back and beat me and my Pokémon—" I was cut off by her hugging me.

"Thank you Miss Waterflower," she squealed before looking down to her Pokémon, "come on Chikorita, let's go battle to get even stronger!"

The little Pokémon followed after it's trainer out the door of the gym. I flashed back to a vision of Ash doing the exact same thing when he was younger. She was a little Ash in the making.

Does he have kids? I wondered.

Two arms wrapped themselves around my waist, and I leaned back into the embrace.

"When we were that age, did you ever think this is where you would be at 22?" he asked.

"Never," I whispered, turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck. "But am I ever glad I am here."

I leaned in to kiss him but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Groaning, I pulled back, pouting.

"Later," he whispered seductively, before disappearing into the back Pokémon training room.

I shuffled my way to the front door, grumbling the whole way.

"Interrupts me in the middle of trying to kiss my boyfr—" I stopped dead in my tracks at the person in the doorway.

"Long time no see Misty," he smiled, "way to disappear on me like that."

A grin broke out across my face, "Brock!"

I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he spun us around in circles. Laughing, he put me down, getting a good look at my face.

"Wow," he breathed, "you look gorgeous."

"Thanks Big Bro," I smiled.

Brock had always been like the big brother I never had. We had kept in touch for a few years after I had left before I didn't hear from him for awhile. I never knew why he had stopped calling ,but I knew I would see him again.

"It's so good to see you," I pulled him into the gym, closing the door behind him. Walking through the front hall, I led him into the kitchen to make some coffee.

"You too," he laughed, "how have you been?"

Pouring some grounds into the expresso machine, I began to recount the past few years of my life to him.

I had started dating Gary around 3 years after leaving them on the road. He had showed up at my gym coming back from his journey. He had discovered he would rather train Pokémon than battle all the time and become a master. Over the years he had really matured and had dropped the whole act he put on for others.

We had taken it slow because he knew how I felt about Ash. But as the time passed where Ash wasn't there, it was easier and easier to forget about him, and I loved being with Gary.

I had made renovations to the Gym and had begun looking for a replacement. Gary and I were thinking we wanted to move to a place where we could both have careers we loved and where we could possibly start a family in the future. We were nowhere near engagement, marriage, or kids, but it was something we'd brought up and wanted to consider being in a good position for.

"So if you know anyone that would be interested who would do this place justice, let me know," I finished. Pouring two cups, I set a mug down in front of Brock and pulled out the chair opposite him.

"What about you?" I asked, "what have you been up to since the last time you called me?"

He started with being on the road with Ash. Ash had thrown himself into becoming a Pokémon master after I left. He ate, breathed and slept it. It was all he would do and talk about, and if the subject of me came up, he would leave.

"Last time I was with him, he was in the finals of a major league, on his way to becoming a Pokémon master," he finished.

"Last time you saw him?" I asked, quizzically. "What do you mean?"

Brock cocked his head at me, "I haven't seen Ash in a few years. I had to go back to Pewter City to man the gym and take care of my family. They were having troubles and I couldn't stay on the road anymore. May and Max are back with him now, and Dawn left with Paul."

My eyes widened, "When was the last time you heard from him?"

Brock opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"I actually have no idea."

My stomach dropped, is he okay?

"Hey Brock."

My head snapped around to Gary's frame in the doorway. He nodded to Brock and walked to the cupboards, pulling out a mug for himself. Brock stood, still a good head taller than Gary. He set himself so he took on a towering presence.

"Hey Gary," he said lowly, "you been treating Misty well?"

I stood up and wedged myself between them. Gary repositioned me next to him with his arm around my waist.

"She is the most amazing woman," Gary smiled down at me, then glanced back to Brock, "I don't think I could even begin to treat her the way she deserves. But I'm sure as hell trying."

I looked up to Gary, a grin plastered on my features. He kissed me softly before breaking away and walking back out of the kitchen.

"You're happy?" Brock asked, gaze fixed on the doorway Gary walked out of.

"The happiest I've been in years," my gaze mirrored Brock's before I turned back to him. Taking two steps forward, I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I'm really glad you're here," I mumbled into his shirt. His arms settled around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"I'm glad to be here." He rested his cheek on the top of my head. We stayed like this for a few moments before pulling away and walking out into the gym with our cups.

"How about a tour?" I asked, leading Brock into the main hallway.

"I'd like that."

Gary and I were happy to have Brock around for the next few days. We showed him around, had him as a guest gym leader, anyone who could beat the both of us got both badges. We trained our Pokémon together, battled each other—we tied, can't wait for a rematch—and overall just caught up.

When it was time for Brock to get back, I had to keep myself from crying.

"I'm going to miss you Brock," I mumbled, hugging him tight.

"Come visit Pewter Gym soon," he stated, pulling back to look at me, "you'll find a leader replacement soon, and when you do, I really hope you'll come visit."

"Count on it," I voiced, blinking back tears.

He waved once more before walking down the path. Closing the door behind him I sighed, sad to see him go. Two arms wrapped themselves around me.

"You'll see him again before you know it Misty," Gary told me, holding me close.

"I know," I sighed.

Doesn't make it hurt any less.

"Merry Christmas Ash."

"Merry Christmas Misty."

We stood in his living room, surrounded by Pokémon, our families and friends. I hadn't been this happy in a long time, and couldn't get enough of this celebration.

"Do you ever think about the future Mist?" Ash asked out of the blue.

Looking over to my raven-haired friend I looked at him confused, "Sometimes, why?"

"I don't think I'll like the day where we aren't together on the road anymore."

My eyebrows came together in confusion, "What makes you think we won't be together on the road?"

Ash sighed, glancing down at me. I could see the dread and pain in his eyes at thinking about this. We walked into the kitchen to get some more eggnog as we spoke.

"I'm so used to everything good in my life being ripped away from me Misty," he confessed, "and you're one of my best friends along with Brock. With my track record, at some point, we aren't going to be able to be together on the road. I don't know how I'm going to feel about that."

His back was to me, and my heart was aching for him. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my forehead against his back.

"That'll never happen Ash," I whispered, pulling him tight. He turned around, polling my front to his, resting the bridge of his nose on the top of my head.

Over the years, he had grown up from the scrawny kid that first stole my bike. From all the walking and hiking, we had all become extremely fit. From training with his Pokémon and overall growth, Ash had shot up, he was only a few inches below Brock's 6'3 frame. He wasn't even done growing yet, we were only 15.

"I hope not," I thought I heard him say.

Pulling him back over to the living room, we stopped when we heard Ash's mom.


My head snapped up to the top of the doorframe that I was standing under with Ash. We just stared at each other, then turned away, blushing.

"Come on you guys! It's the rules!" Brock teased.

"Oh I don't know Brock, I mea—" I was cut off by Ash catching my chin and capturing my lips.

The feeling that appeared in the bottom of my stomach at that simple contact made me weave my fingers up his chest and into his hair as he kissed me.

I was faintly aware of whistles in the background but ignored them as Ash kissed me, igniting a fire in my veins I had never experienced before.

When we finally broke away, I looked into Ash's eyes as what we had done finally settled into my brain.

Crap, I thought, blushing.

Ignoring the cheers and cat calls, I made my way back to Brock, ignoring the voice in my head telling me what my heart wanted.

That was another dream that plagued me when I thought of Ash. I could never get that moment out of my head, and nobody could really drop that situation after it had occurred. But over the years it was mentioned less, though I knew it wasn't forgotten.

I tried harder and harder to forget, but the more I was talking to Brock, the more I thought of Ash and the more these dreams plagued my unconscious mind. They were even beginning to make their way into my daydreams.

I tried to forget.

For the next few months Brock and I stayed in contact. Whether it was through calls, or letters, we made sure we didn't lose contact again. He had gone back, most of his siblings were old enough to start on their own Pokémon journeys and he was having a hard time letting them go. He was their brother, but had raised them and took on a very strong fatherly role, it was hard for him to not worry about them.

I continued to battle new trainers until one girl came in who was an extremely advanced trainer. She defeated me by one Pokémon, and even then I had a hard time keeping up. Water against water was never easy, and I spoke to her afterwards about taking over the gym. She was ecstatic and revealed she was sent by Brock.

"He told me you were looking for someone to take over so you could move on," she explained, "I love water Pokémon, and I've always wanted to be a gym leader, so I came here to show you what I can do."

I laughed, "Well consider yourself hired."

After that, I had helped her get settled in, Gary and I had packed up our things, and we moved on the road.

Being on the road again after so many years gave me a sense of relief. It was what I knew best, it's where I felt most at home. I absolutely loved it.

Gary weaved his fingers through mine, squeezing my fingers, "Feel weird?"


"Being on the road again after so long?"

A grin broke out over my face, "How is it you know exactly what's on my mind?"

He just kissed me.

"No," I answered, "it just feels like I never left."

We had been walking for a few days when we came upon a familiar sign. The name made me smile, and house vacancy signs lined the town.

"What would you think about moving back to my hometown with me?" he asked, pulling me close.

"I'd love to," I laughed, taking his hand and walking past the Welcome to, sign.

Welcome to Pallet Town.

I promise Ash is coming in soon!

Review and let me know what you think so far?