Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon. Cool. I’m done with that part!

A/N: Dear Fateful fans…if any of you…even considered that this fanfic was somehow related to the world’s crappiest super hero movie ever, "Sky High"….I will hunt you down and kill you…painfully….not really.

By the way, I really implore you people to review. I just need a sign. Don’t think that someone else is gonna review and you don’t need to. I f you read any of my fics, it’s your DUTY (Yes I know we’re not in the army…) as my fans or Pokeshipper to review. Whether or not you are flaming me!

One more thing. Did anyone like my song/mini fic "Tangled Up In Me"? I haven’t received any reviews on it! I didn’t think it was that bad…(I start crying). Please review! Thanks.

Ch.1

Misty Waterflower sighed as she plopped the still soaking wet mop back into the pail. Her sisters were away yet again and she was yet again forced to clean the pool area.

She picked up the mop and bucket and carried them to the storage room. Sometimes she hated being a gym leader. Constant chores, taking care of way too many pokemon, and obsessed fan boys asking for dates. Dates? She always wondered why the one boy that she did like thought she was a scrawny ugly redhead. Or at least that’s what he always used to say.

Every one she knew said she was beautiful, but Misty didn’t care. If she wasn’t beautiful to the boy she liked, then she didn’t consider herself beautiful.

Misty’s foot caught on an unadjusted tile and she fell face first onto the ground. "Damn it!" She swore. She felt blood running down her forehead. She had a cut on her right temple. Her head and torso were soaked with soapy water and she wasn’t very happy…

As if on a cue to humiliate her even more, the doorbell of the gym rang. She shook her head and picked herself up, leaving the mop and bucket on the floor.

She opened the Gym door and there stood Travis. Travis was her age, (17 years old) and obsessed with Misty. He was also her mailman.

Travis gulped as Misty came out looking very peeved.

"Hiya Misty! I got a two letters here for you! Both seem to be delivered as soon as possible." Misty took the letters from his hands.

Travis stared at the ground again, "So uh, Misty? How about that date? Maybe this Saturd-" Misty cut him off. "Look, I’m sorry Travis, but I’m just not that interested. There’s someone else."

Travis sighed and looked at Misty. Immediately his face turned completely red and blood came out of his nose. Misty gave him a look and then looked at herself. She gasped when she realized that the water from the bucket had made her thin shirt transparent. She covered her self and her head slowly turned to Travis.

Travis smiled guiltily. "I…uh better run now huh?"

Misty slowly shook her up and down as she reached for her mallet.

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After drying herself and washing Travis’s blood off her mallet (I’m just kidding about the mallet…I’m sick ain’t I?) she grabbed the two letters and sat down on her reclining chair. She looked at the two letters. One was from Brock who she hadn’t seen in a while. The other one was from the Pokemon League. Probably some Gym thing. Since she decided to save the worst for last, she opened Brock’s letter first.

Misty’s head was spinning with emotions. Ash had become a Master? When? Where? How? Was she really that out of it to not even realize he was on TV at one point or another? She hadn’t seen or heard from Ash in 3 years! Where was he now? She then recalled that Brock said now she would know where to call him. Of course! The Pokemon League!

She brought a hand to her head and breathed in and out slowly. She was going to hear from Ash!

She shook her head and reached for the other letter. She peeled it open and this is what she saw.

Misty’s heart was beating like crazy. She was going to be with Ash for two months! Just her and him! And he wrote "Love"! She didn’t care if she had too quit being a gym leader! She was as good as gone!

8/14/06