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..)

Type: AAMRN

Genre: Romance/ Humor? (This chapter won't be really funny. Sort of more on the general/dramatic/suspense side then under the humor category.  I think.)

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

A.N: I LOVE you all for those great reviews! I didn't think chapter one would hit people so hard enough to review! Thanks a million times and more. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as the last!

-Me





Fathomless Favor- Chapter Two: Convince Me, Convince Me Not



Hey, Me again,

I'm completely exhausted. Ash doesn't have a clue how lucky he is that I agreed to his little 'pretend' game. Yea, that's right. I still can't believe it myself, but I actually agreed to be Ash's 'So-Called Girlfriend'. But don't get me wrong, I didn't exactly say "yes" right away. I mean, Here was this boy, willing to do anything just to get me to pretend to be his girlfriend. Ash was practically puddy in my fingers. And so, being the evil genius I am, I decided to take this opportunity into my own hands…


"No."

"But, Misstyyyyyy…"

"Ash! I said 'NO'. Now let go of me."

They were standing in front of Ash's house and Misty already had her hand on the gate, but something -rather- someone, was stopping her.

"Misty, you HAVE to do this for me! Who else am I gonna' get to do it?"

Misty thought for a moment and her attention immediately turned to Brock.

"NO! No way!" Ash said, loosening his grip on Misty and slowly backing away.

"Why not? All it takes is a little makeup and a dress." Misty said sizing Brock down.

"Sorry guys, you two are alone on this one."  Brock said taking a step back. "I love the women and       -heh- obviously the women love me but, I definitely don't love impersonating them."

"See. You gotta' do this Mist'. I got no other options." Ash begged. Why did he have to call her 'Mist'? That always got to her.

"Okay Ash, say I DO go through with this. She'll still find out eventually. Besides, what'll you're mother think when she suddenly notices us holding hands and making kissy faces to one another? Huh? What then, Ash?"

She got him there. There was no way they'd be able to prance around the house like two love sick puppies without Ash's mother once noticing it.

"We'll just fill her in on the everything. She'll understand, and we don't need to kiss eatchother or nothn'."

" Uh huh! Yea. I can see it now. 'Oh sure Ash, I'm perfectly fine with you and Misty pretending to be an item just so you can break the heart of my dear friend's daughter. I just LOVE the idea of you lying you're head off to this poor girl for the sake of your own sanity'." Misty recited in a high pitched imitation of Ash's mother.

"Very funny." Ash sarcastically replied as he watched Misty pull the gate open.

"You know Ash, you really don't have anything to worry about. One look at the Brock-man and she'll be all over me. That'll leave you free to make you're get away. But on the other hand, I would like to see you and Misty try to pull this thing off." Brock said following behind Misty and Ash.

"Shut it, Brock." Came Ash and Misty's simultaneous reply.

Ash was first to knock on the door, but no one answered.  He assumed his Mom must've been washing the dishes, or doing the laundry, or anything else that most mothers tend to do, so he waited a bit longer. Another minute passed, and nothing. Ash raised his hand at another attempt to knock on the door, but was surprised when the door swung open to reveal..

"Mime."

Instead of Ash's mother standing in the center of the door frame, it was Mr. Mime.

"Hey Mime, How's it going?"

"Mime." That was definitely a strongly anticipated answer.

The next moment Ash heard a familiar voice that he hadn't hear in what felt like ages, (but was really only four weeks.)

"Who is it Mimie?" Ash saw the usual cheerful face of his mother, Delia.

"Mom!" Ash said in the act of falling forward into his mother's awaiting arms. Unfortunately, Delia's arms weren't exactly awaiting Ash's forward motion, and the boy fell face flat onto the hard wooden floor of the front door's entrance.

"Hello, Pikachu! Would you like me to fix you up a little something to eat? You must be starving after that long journey." Ash's mom said while scooping the small electric mouse into her arms.

"Mom!" Ash whined while trying to pick himself up.

Delia immediately turned around at the call of her name and smiled at Ash unnoticeably.

"Oh, Hi Ash." Delia replied calmly as she proceeded into the kitchen with Pikachu in her arms.

"Same old Mom." Ash recited noting the strong sense of De Ja Vu before following Misty and Brock into the living room.

The living room was arranged the same exact way. Lamp; same place. Couch; same place. It gave Ash the same familiar sense he always got when he walked into the living room after a long journey. Like that 'home' feeling that most everyone got. Ash turned to look at Misty. He had a feeling whatever was making her face do that smashed lemon look wasn't because of furniture.

Brock glanced over to Ash's motionless form. He was staring into thin air with little beads of sweat falling in thin streams down the side of his face and he was completely oblivious to it. While Misty, on the other hand, looked as if she were busy laying out the ground rules of their little 'Operation Avery Abolition' in her head.


"I'll. . . go help your Mom with Pikachu." Brock said before looking back and forth between his two friends. The tension was undoubtedly noticeable. But of course, they were too deep in thought to notice.

Moments after Brock's quick leave, Ash was brought to attention by Misty's sudden shout:

"IF! I do this. . . what're YOU going to do for me in return?"

'Shoot.' Ash was hoping she wouldn't remember that part of the deal. Anyway, it was no surprise, seeing as how Misty always seemed to remember whether or not Ash was in store for a good show of utter humiliation.

She was waiting for him to answer. That was obvious. She was practically smothering him with mental replies of  'Well?' and "Quit stalling!". But he wasn't stalling. To be honest, he had absolutely no idea of what it was he would be stalling for to begin with. She was giving him an open opportunity to conjure up his own 'return of favor' be it not as harsh as something Misty would think up. To even think of Misty's idea of a 'payback' made him squirm like there was no tomorrow.

"Fine.  You clearly can't think of anything so I'll just-"

"No wait!! I-I'll give you two bags of my chocolate covered Pikachus'"

"Not good enough."

"Um, I'll. . . Do the dishes!"

"This is your house."

"Shoot, I forgot."

"I'll. . . I'll . . ." What in cripes sakes did he have to do to seal the deal?

'Think Ash. What do girls like. Makeup? Dresses? No. The closest thing to a dress I've caught her in  was a kimono. This is Misty we're dealing with here. She's not into that type of stuff.  Hmm, what's something that Misty's always wanted from me, but I've never been able to give to her. . . ."

After two minutes and twenty more seconds of thought the only traces of Ash were the footprints burned into his carpet leading out his front door.



An Hour and Twenty Minutes Later. . . .



"Gee Ash, It's a really nice thought and all, but don't you think it's a little. . .small?"

Misty hoped that Ash wouldn't take the act of kindness in the wrong way, but he must have noticed what was wrong about the gift when he bought it.

"But you always used to say how you wanted a new bike, and since you started to forget about it I thought it'd be a good surprise."

Misty looked down at the bicycle propped up in front of her. It was beautiful and completely new, she had to give him that. But the only problem was that it was ten sizes to small, and looked as if it was originally intended for a child between the ages of three and five. Ash knelt down beside the bike and gave a quick tap to the bell attached to the bike handles and looked up to Misty with a smile.

"See, it's blue like the ocean. Just how you like it." Whoever said flattery gets a person no where must have never experienced it himself, because actually, flattery worked quite well. Although, it was a little hard for Misty to take in all this flattery without the feeling of guilt tugging at her sleeve. The idea of Ash pouring gifts at her feet seemed like a good idea at the time, but she never really thought he'd actually put some meaning into it.

'Now, what do I do? Accept it without reply and hope Ash never notices that I haven't once ridden it since he gave it to me? Accept it graciously and hope to salvage some dignity when Ash makes me ride it through out the rest of our entire journey? Or do I just tell him the truth and hope his reaction isn't as hurt as I imagine it being?' None of those options sounded particularly good at the moment.

With all her thoughts in the clouds, Misty almost jumped to Ash's sudden response to her reactions. "I know that it's not exactly what you'd expect out of a repayment for your old one, but the bikes at the shop in town weren't exactly priced the way I expected them to be. It was all I could afford for now." Ash said smiling weakly.

Misty stared at the boy, then bent down to be level with him. "Ash," Misty said putting a hand on his shoulder. "I might not always be there to lie for you. You're going to have to tell her sometime." Ash looked up. "I know, but you have no idea what this girl's like. After this visit there might not be a next time for me to lie again. Please Mist'. Just this once. Then I promise I won't ask you to do anything like this for me ever again." 

Misty was silent for a minute. Then she saw the small bicycle out of the corner of her eye.

"Okay." She answered finally. "But! Just this once." And with that Ash smiled and pulled Misty into a suffocating bear hug. She hadn't expected it at first, and all she could react with was an incoherent cough that sounded like 'your welcome'.

Soon Dinner was ready and the two kids (along with Pikachu and Togepi) joined Brock and Ash's Mother in the kitchen. Salisbury Steak and a mean mashed potato with peas dinner sure took away the whole conflict of Avery coming and Ash's hopefully secure plan to get her off his back for a few days. And the whole 'convincing Misty to "PRETEND" to be Ash's girlfriend' thing was out of the way. Now if they could only figure out a way to get Ash's Mother into all of the confusion without -actually- letting her know what their plan was intended for, everything would be smooth sailing. . .right?



To Be Continued. . .


Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took a while, but I was having a little 'non-writer's block'. But Now it's done. And hopefully your satisfied for the time being. I'm having a little trouble in the 'humor' area of the story, BUT! Don't worry people, I'll try to keep it less dull then I tend to make stories!  I'm not exactly sure what's in store for the next chapter, but let's just say that Ash's conflicts have yet to begin!

P.SSSSS….Thanks a bajillion (is there sucha' number?) times for all the reviews!! They are truly great happiness boosters!
                -LittleTrix

P. SSSSSSSSSSS……I'd like to thank with all of my purplish/red heart whoever nominated/voted for my story "What's In A Kiss, Misty?" for "BIC" fic. I might not have won, but it was my first nomination ever for a story, and It still means very much to me that "you" took the time to click the little clicker thing and nominate/vote me…THANKS SO MUCH!

                -LittleTrix-

P.SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS………(Nah! I don't have anything else to say…I really just wanted to see whether or not I've gotten on your nerves yet!)