Pairings: Ash and Misty
Genre: Fluff, Drama, Comedy
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This is my very first solo fic. Unfortunatly it ended up being kinda short. I intend on turning this into a series of connected one-shots, taking place during a 3-week time period where Misty is visiting. Things will be tragic, but everything will work out it the end, for I don't believe in sad endings.
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This is most likely the final entry chronologically.
The trio was walking through the forest as usual, on their way to get Misty on a boat back home, for she had been traveling with them for the past three weeks. There was nothing particularly special about this collection of trees at first glance. It looked just about the same as all the other ones that Ash and co. had been through.
“Hey, something smells funny.” Misty stopped in her tracks, sniffing.
“It smells like… smoke!” Ash discovered. Then a massive stampede of pokemon came rushing towards them.
“Run!!!” Brock screamed and took off as fast as he could, the other two soon following him. A Donphan sped by and knocked Misty over. Ash noticed and immediately went to help her. Several trees were knocked down by the pokemon and Ash, Misty and Pikachu huddled together.
“Hang on! I’ll go get help!” Brock cried to his younger companions. That was the last thing they heard before passing out.
“Its so hot…” Misty murmured upon waking. She remembered what was going on and started shaking Ash and Pikachu.
“Get up! Get up!” She screeched. Once she had gotten Ash on the road to consciousness, the red haired girl took out all of her and Ash’s water types.
“Come on everyone, use your strongest water-type move on the fire!” She commanded. There were flames and wreckage everywhere. Embers were flying left and right, setting things ablaze. Ash sat up and looked around, finding it hard to breathe. He picked up a rock and used it to help him cut away a strip of his shirt.
“Misty, here.” He held up the makeshift mask and tied it around her head so it covered her mouth. Then Ash cut one for Pikachu, and finally one for himself.
“Its no use. The fire’s too strong. With the dry spell that’s been going on, the—“ Misty was cut off as she dodged a falling flaming tree.
“Gastrodon, use Dig! Get us a way out of here!” Ash instructed Mistys pokemon as soon as he saw she was okay. A minute later, it came back. It had dug a partial hole, more like a rut, under some of the debris. Both trainers noticed that a tree was close to coming crashing down upon the entrance to the escape route.
“Lets get the pokemon out first.” Misty started sending her pokemon through the hole, Ash’s following shortly.
“Pikapi! Pikachupi!” Pikachu looked at his humans.
“You have to go! It wont hold much longer!” Ash angrily screamed at the pokemon who didn’t want to leave them behind. Pikachu reluctantly scurried through, crying the whole way.
“Ladies first, Misty.” He said, getting out of the way.
“No, this is no time to be a gentleman.”
“MIISSTYYY!!!” The tree had given way and Misty was standing under it. Ash was trying to pull the flaming tree off, but with no avail.
“Go.” Misty whispered.
“No! I wont abandon you!” Tears were streaming down his face.
“Goodbye, Ash.” Her eyes went blank. He didn’t care about the sirens, or people calling their names, he just bawled.
“Don’t leave me! I love you! Don’t leave me again!” Ash was surrounded by the blaze, covered in her blood, squeezing Misty’s hand. “Don’t go! Don’t you dare go!” He could feel the flames burning his flesh…
“Ash, wake up! Wake up!” A voice shouted.
“Misty?” He muttered.
“You must have been having some nightmare. You were screaming like hell, and your face is covered in tears.” She looked sympathetically at the quivering boy. Staring at the fire that he had fallen asleep too close to, Ash remembered that she had to go home in the morning. He sat up and grabbed her, and held her as tightly as he could to the point which she could barely breathe, sobbing.
“Don’t leave me.”
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