Disclaimer: Pokemon= not mine. Don’t sue.

Misty strolled down the avenue, glancing appreciatively around the square. Buildings of brick or marble, covered with intricate carvings and with huge bay windows surrounded it. In the center of the square was a large statue of a Starmie. Unfortunately, her companion, wasn’t enjoying the view as much as she.

Misty and Ash were on their honeymoon. After the ceremony they had flown to the Orange Islands for 2 months of luxury. Five weeks had passed without any trouble until Ash had received a troubling letter from his mother about his father. For more information, Delia had told them to meet her here. Unfortunately for Ash’s nerves, she was late.

Pacing around a small fountain near the statue, Ash moaned, “She’s late…… And she has news about my dad. I never really knew him, and now my mom says I have one… What is he like? What if I don’t like him?”

Taking a deep breath, Misty replied curtly, “Calm down. I’m sure you’ll like him. Now stop worrying. This is our honeymoon and we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves.”

Ash didn’t respond, as he was pacing even faster and mumbling under his breath. Sighing, Misty settled down on a bench and watched the tourists go by.

A half hour passed, and finally, Mrs. Delia Ketchum arrived. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Ash hurried to his mother and exclaimed, “Mom!! You’re late, now tell me about my dad!”

“Ash!” Misty said, “Be polite, your mom’s had a long trip.”

“Oh, don’t worry dear.” Mrs. Ketchum said cheerfully, “It’s fine. I know how Ash is.” She gave a knowing glance to Misty, and the two laughed appreciatively, much to Ash’s confusion.

“Never mind that.” he snapped, “Now come on, let’s go get some coffee, and you can tell us who my dad is.”

“That sounds nice dear, let’s go.”

Together the three entered a nearby coffee shop. (A/N In case you are wondering, all their pokemon are with Prof. Oak, so Misty and Ash can be alone wink, wink) Settling down, they ordered, and Ash once again asked, “So, who is my father.”

“Well, before I tell you, I have to ask you to forgive me for interrupting your lovely honeymoon.”

Misty opened her mouth to graciously forgive, but was interrupted by Ash. “Forgiven,” he said hastily, “Now, c’mon Mom, tell me!”

“Ok, ok,” Delia laughed, “Your father is Satoshi Smith. We got divorced soon after you were born, and shortly after he died in a car crash. Haven’t I told you this before?”

No,” Ash answered blankly.

“Oh, ok then. Well that wasn’t what I was going to tell you anyways.”

“What were you going to tell him Ms. Ketchum,” asked Misty, who was interested despite herself.

“Well…” Delia giggled like a love-struck teen, and a faint red blush spread across her cheeks, “I’m in love.”

“You are?!” Misty and Ash exclaimed at the same moment.

“Oh yes, very much so. And we’re engaged too. He’s handsome, smart, charming, gets along great with Mr. Mime, a gentleman, kind, and so many other things.”

While Delia was extolling the virtues of her new husband, Ash was growing more and more shocked. His jaw hung nearly to his knees. Misty too was surprised, as far as she knew, Delia hadn’t been seeing anyone at their wedding, and now she was engaged.?! This was just too weird.

Seeing that Ash was is no state to comment, Misty asked, “That’s great Delia, is he someone we know?”

“Yes his, someone you know very well.

“It’s not Gary?!! Is it?!!’” asked Ash, his face a mask of horror.

Both women took one look at him, and burst into laughter. “Don’t be ridiculous,” wheezed his mother, “He’s much to young.”

Ash, his face red with embarrassment, tried to shrink into his chair, to no avail, but fortunately, his wife and mother quickly lost interest in him and continued talking about Delia’s new romance.

“Of course, you’ve realized who he is by now. Who else could be so wonderful?” Delia asked after a while, a huge grin on her still young, attractive face.

“Oh, I know who he is!!” cried Ash, a look of enlightenment on his face, “It’s Professor Oak!”

“No it isn’t silly,” laughed Ash’s mom, “Someone better than him, much, much better.”

Misty, who was quickly growing tired of this, and longed to go do honey moonish stuff, asked tensely, “Ok then, who is it?”

“Well,” started the older woman, “I know! Let’s play a guessing game! I’ll give you hints, and you guess who he is.”

Both Ash and Misty stared at her like she was de-luuuuuuuuuuu-sional, but had no choice than to play along.

“Ok, your first clue is that he’s handsome.”

“Like we haven’t heard that before,” muttered Misty under her breath, only to be swiftly silenced by Ash’s elbow shoved into her ribs. Glaring at the love of her life, Misty took several guesses, followed by Ash. Unfortunately for their sanity, neither were correct.

Several more clues, and dozens more guesses ensued, but none came near the mark. Hours passed, and Ash and Misty named almost every single male they had ever met, in hopes of salvaging what little remained of the day.

It was near night, dozens of empty coffee cups were scattered on the table. Ash was close to drooling, and his eyes gave the occasional twitch. Misty didn’t look much better, her face was that of a person desperately wanting to hit their head repeatedly on a large, hard object. Obviously neither of them had guessed correctly.

In a high, strangled voice Misty pleaded, “Please Delia, we’ve guessed again, and again, and we’re not even close!! Please, we give up, just tell us who he is!!!!!”

Delia’s face fell in disappointment, she looked at Ash for encouragement, but he merely gave a caffeine and boredom induced twitch. Sighing, Delia replied, “Oh all right, you two are no fun, but I’ll tell you. But first, I’ll pay our bill.”

Ash and Mist merely nodded as Delia reached into her purse and handed the waiter a large wad of cash. Turning back to them she asked, “What were we talking about again?”

Seething, Misty said slowly, like one talking to a retard, “You were about to tell us who you were engaged to. This wonderful, handsome man you’ve been telling us about for hours!!”

“Oh yeah. Well then, Ash your new father will be, and Misty your father-in-law will be..” she paused for drama, and Ash and Misty leaned forward in anticipation, “none other, than the wonderful, kind, thoughtful, handsome (etc.,etc.,Blah,blah,blah) BROCK SLATE

They say the screams of shock could be heard all the way to Celadon.

A/N Don’t ask me where this came from, I don’t know, and don’t want to. I know this is bizarre and stupid, but whoever told you I was sane lied and were trying to sell you something.