Fathomless Favor

By LittLetRiXta

Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, we all know I don't and we all know who does, so enough discussion on that matter and onto the good stuff.. (heh, aint that an over-statement..)

Genre: Romance/ Humor? (not really…ech)

Rating: PG?- barely any use of curse words. But just to be safe I rated it PG.



                    Fathomless Favor


Hey, This is Misty,
This is my first journal entry, which is sort of spun off from my old one, so I felt it right to give a short introduction on who I am exactly. You see, my friend Ash gave me his old journal, you, as a birthday gift. How do I know? Well I'm guessing that torn edge poking out from under the fold on the first page was there for a reason. And the words 'World's Greatest Pokemon Master' scribbled out on the inner cover with little comical drawings of Pikachu doodled around it pretty much confirms those suspicions, doesn't it? You know, I never knew guys kept journals. Okay so it seems as though Ash only took the time to write down the events of his whole Pokemon journey on one page, but still.
Anyways journal, I guess Ash chose the right time to give me you for a gift because a few days ago, there were a  small number of things that happened which usually don't. What exactly? Well, I'm not regularly a dead target for uncommonly occurrences, but I'm pretty sure that you're 'so-called' best friend doesn't suddenly start acting -well- like a best friend out of no where for no particular reason…


" Aw, come on Misty. . .What makes you think I want something? I'm just trying to be the good best friend I am so accustomed to being."

"Oh, give me a break. Stop you're little game Ash, If you want something just ask me. I'm giving you an open invitation here, so might as well take it before I change my mind."

They were walking again. Down yet another dusty old road to a place they weren't certain lead to their destination. But hey, there were a number of times when they weren't exactly sure whether their road led them in the right direction, but eventually they always found their way.

Ash diverted his sight past Misty and focused his attention on his shoes. Well…They were black, and white, a-and black. Wait, he'd already noticed that.

Realizing Ash hadn't said a thing in over a decade since the spotlight had attentively been focused on him,  Misty directed her view on the boy walking beside her. She knew perfectly well what he was doing, but the thing that made her eyebrows furrow was the fact that he continued to let the silence drag on.

"Ash, quit stalling and just say whatever it is you want to say."

Silence.

"ASH!"

"What?!" Ash perked up. It was obvious he had not been listening to a word she was saying, and that further topped off the fact that he was stalling on asking her that damned question.

"Quit spacing out and tell me what you need to say right now before I'm forced to beat it out of you!" Ash wrinkled his nose. Well, she didn't have to be so forceful about it. But, to think about it, when it all drawed down to things, Misty had always reckoned with force as her first option.

Brock on the other hand, was making it a point to not take any part in this conversation. He'd had his own past experiences dealing with the two, that gave him enough of a clue to 'not meddle' in other peoples affairs. But when it came to Ash and Misty's little pointless quarrels, there basically weren't any affairs worth meddling to begin with. Save for the fact they were definitely interesting enough to watch. So that's what he continued to do, watch and nothing more. It was safer that way.

"Fine! I-I'll say it. But you have to promise you won't get angry!" In response, Misty crossed her arms in preparation for Ash's inquiry.

"Will…." But just then something else caught Ash's attention. "Look, we're here!"

'Drat.' Misty thought, before looking up to see what Brock was referring to.

Just what she had hoped for. It would be a good week or so before she'd ever have to set foot in a dirty lake just to take a bath. No more waking up with dirt in her mouth, no more listening to the drowning noises of crickets which were most likely calls of  "I fully intend to keep you up for the rest of the night Misty, so don't even bother to plug you're ears." Yes, all would be good now that they were finally standing in Pallet territory.

But the strange thing that she'd noticed lately was that Ash wasn't as thrilled about returning to his home town as she was. To think about it, just the mention of the words 'Pallet' brought Ash's face to an awkward droopy looking expression. It was strange really. Who wouldn't be happy that they were returning home after yet another long journey? The only thing that could've snapped Ash into thinking that going back home so soon was a bad idea would have to do with that call that Ash received the day before. She really didn't catch any of it, except for the "Hello Misty!" From Mrs. Ketchum, but she was certain there had to be more to that conversation then meets the eye.

They were standing on the familiar cliff looking out over Pallet town, and it was though they were waiting for Ash to do the traditional 'home again' yelp.

"So, what're we waiting for?" Brock asked, who looked at Misty who then in turn looked towards Ash.

"Ash?" There was a pause for a second, and Ash's face was noticeably pale, but quickly answered with a cheerfully false, "Pallet Town here we come!"

No sooner were they down the hill and into the depths of Pallet and walking down the road toward Ash's house.

Every now and then Misty caught herself glancing sideways to look at Ash's gray expression that seemed to be latched onto his face. Misty frowned.

"Ash, what's wrong? Usually you're feet ahead of Brock and I when you know you're house is just down this road. You look as if you're walking toward the pit of death. Come on, you can't fool us. What's the matter, do you not wanna' see you're mom?" Misty asked slightly irritated by Ash's gloomy state.

"No! Of course I wanna see her. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well if it isn't that, then what's the problem?"

"I- I can't tell you."

"Is it because you haven't worn clean underwear everyday?" Brock pitched in.

"NO! Brock!" Ash yelled turning red in the process.

"Does it have to do with whatever it was you wanted from me?" Misty asked.

" Sorta'. . ." Misty frowned again  'Sorta.' Was not good enough for her. She decided she needed a strait answer, and Ash was going to give it to her even if she had to threaten to beat it out of him for the second time that evening.

"Ash.." Misty said stopping him with his shoulders. He was blushing again. "Look…It-It's just something to do with someone who happens to be visiting the same time we are."

Misty thought about it for a minute. Who could it be to scare Ash so much like that? An Uncle? No. An Aunt? No. His grandmother? She wasn't even aware if Ash even had a grandmother for that matter..

"It's this girl named Avery, who's suppose to be the daughter of one of my Mom's friends. My mom told me she's going to be staying at our house for about a week because her parents are out of town for their Anniversary, and they didn't want to leave her in the house alone. So that's why she's coming. She's a total pain, and she touches all of my stuff and she acts like she has some kind of crush on me, which completely grosses me out, and I hate her, hate her, hate her."  Ash finished off.

Once Ash was sure he'd gotten all of the lost oxygen back into his system, he looked up towards his friends who seemed to be taking the whole thing a lot differently then he was. In other words, they looked as if they were about to laugh till their heads snapped off.

"It's not funny!!" Ash yelled in annoyance. "Sheesh, you guys practically beat my problems out of me, and when I finally tell you what's the problem, you laugh at me. Good friends you are." Ash said in attempt to give his two friends the old 'kicked puppy' look.

"Aw, Ash. If you were scared of some girl, you should a' just said so." Misty replied after loosing most of her giggles.

"I didn't say I'm scared of her!! She just-gets on my nerves. That's all.."

    " Still, what do you want ME to do about all of this?" Misty asked.

She noticed the sideways glance Ash made and scrunched her nose. She was starting to get pretty annoyed by all this 'stalling' business.

"If you don't tell me, then I can't do it."

"Ok! Ok! I. . ." Realizing the essence of the whole situation, Brock turned his attention to Ash, and awaited his response as impatiently as Misty. A few minutes later Ash still hadn't said a thing, and the suspense was starting to eat at Misty like a piranha to human flesh.

"ASH-"

"I need you to act like my girlfriend."

Misty froze. Brock froze. Pikachu froze. Everything sort of hushed itself for a moment, minus the unexplainable purrs coming from Togepi. Ash's response was not what Misty had expected, nor what anyone expected for that matter. Why couldn't it have been that Ash needed some extra cash for a candy bar or something, or a partner to battle with later. Why did it have to be that he wanted her to pretend to be his girlfriend. She'd never done acting, unless you count the mermaid show back in Cerulean. But all she had to do was swim around. That was simple stuff. But to pretend to be someone's girlfriend. . . She hadn't even had experience in actually being someone's girlfriend. But there was one thing that was certain. . . That visit was going to be a lot more interesting then they planned. . .



To Be Continued. . .



A.N: Hah. I don't know WHERE this came from. The idea's probably been used millions of times, but in different ways. And I know this, so there's no need reminding me. If you guys like it, I'll go ahead and put in the next chapter. But the only way I can tell whether or not you guys like it is if you review. So please, for the sake of Ash's humanity..(okay maybe not THAT extreme) please review. On a different note, thanks for reading, you guys are saints!

-LittLe~tRiXta