Dizclaima: I still don't own Pokemon... yet. But like we said 
earlier, we have a plot.
	A/N: So, now that I have been left in a horribal spot with nothing 
to write, I'll go ahead and bore you all. Sigh. Don't you wish you had 
Pika44 back?

	Horror... Was that it? Was that the word to describe it. But so 
much more. Emotion. Forrest had vanished. He left after the shot, 
although it didn't matter. They weren't in public. Infact, they were really 
far away from public of any sort...
	"Miguel..." She whispered this as she dropped to her knees and 
crawled to him. She pulled his head onto her knees, and at that moment, 
they looked more like a fairy-tale couple than ever before. Her long dress 
was spread upon the ground, her hair was down about her shoulders, 
and hsi head was in her lap. She couldn't help but wish he was sleeping 
and not dying.
	She pulled him to the stream. No sense in letting him lay in 
blood... She pulled off his shirt and gingerly cleared the blood from his 
chest, the water dying itself red.
	"Don't die," She whispered. He smiled threw tightly shut eyes. 
	"Why not?"
	"I'll kill you if you die." She didn't know how long she had been 
crying, but for all it was worth, she had no tears left. "Please don't..."
	"Hmm... But this is good opposed to being skinned alive later. 
Better be skinned dead than alive."
	She couldn't help but smile. "You remind me of a joke. I'll tell you 
when you're better."
	"If I'm better."
	"Don't talk like that dammit!"
	"Don't curse. It makes you seem less perfect."
	She grinned. "Me? Perfect? Ha, funny."
	"Hey, you are, don't doubt it."
	"Nice try my buddy." She touched his face. She was still in the 
water. The dark black dress was sticking to her body, and so was most of 
her hair. Her normal hair, not to her ankels. 
	"No," He said, "I mean it." The water had been cleared by a 
suicune, and was commonly used for healing ceromonies by natives. He 
felt no pain.
	"Just," She said, "Promise me something."
	"What?" He asked, "What could I do for you while I'm like this?"
	"Promise we'll be together forever, nomatter what. Don't ever leave 
me, until you really do die."
	He grinned. "That's a dumb promise. You could have made me 
promise to carry you forever, instead of the obvious."
	"Oh, well you carry me anyway." She laughed. "And you ruined the 
moment, buddy of mine."
	Bubbles meant to keep him out of pain, but the water seemed to 
heal him. He was suddenly filled with energy and dunked her under the 
surface. When back up she gasped. "What was that for?"
	"Hey, you did it first!"
	"I DID NOT DUNK YOU! MY HAND DID NOT COME IN CONTACT 
WITH YOUR HEAD!!!"
	He hugged her tightly. "I'm glad this is over."
	"But you gave him carnation?"
	"No." He grinned, "I had a double made for my friend. The real 
one's been around my neck the whole time dork!"

EPILOUGE!!!:

	"... Never, ever, EVER again!" Tracy finished, scolding his sister 
and her friend. "I mean, for all I knew you two could have been having 
sex or something!"
	He got a strange look from the teens. Bubbles just smiled, winked 
at Miguel, and said, "Who's to say we didn't?"
	Tracy growled at her, as did Miguel. He smirked. "Why do I get the 
feeling I'M going to get punished for what we didn't even do?"
	Bubbles took Miguel's hand, ran ahead of Ash and Misty, and into 
the next town. A new journey to come? No. She plopped on a bench, out 
of breath completly.
	"Too hot!" she said, eye-balling a thermometer. Almost ninety.
	"You," Miguel gasped, "Were the one who made us run!"
	"So," She said, "What?"
	"Hey," He said, "What was that joke?"
	"What joke?"
	"last month, you said that I reminded you of a joke and you'd tell 
me later. I said something about being skinned alive or dead."
	"Oh yeah!" She grinned, "Okay, so theres three scientists. A 
geologist, archeologist, and a redneck. They're searching for cannibal 
indians who make canoes out of human skin. They were captured. They 
english speaking indian says "Do you have any last wishes?" and the first 
guy says, "I want my gun." They say yes, but only gave him one bullet. 
He shot himself. Better be skinned dead than alive right? then the next 
guy. He asked for his dagger. They let him have it, but only if he stayed 
twenty feet from the tribe. He killed himself. Better be skinned alive than 
dead, right? So finnally the redneck. They said the same thing, but added 
no weapons, because it's no fun skinning them alive if they're all dead. 
He asked for a fork."
	"Fork?" Miguel inquired. He actually hadn't heard this one. "Why?"
	"I'm gettin' there!" She said, "So, he took the fork and stabbed 
himself all over, and he's all, YOU AIN'T MAKIN' NO CANOE OUTTA 
ME!!!"
	"Where do you get these?" Miguel asked.
	"I dunno..." She said, "Hey look! CHOCOLATE!!"
	"Chocolate icecream." He added. "Wanna get some?"
	"I'm to lazy. Carry me."
	"No," He said, "That wasn't the promise. It's too hot."
	"Then you better keep your word of staying with me forever." She 
said annoyed. He kissed her quickly and said, "Yeah, I will."
	At that he kissed her once more, a little more romantic. At the end 
she smiled, their lips still close, and she said, "You're paying for the ice 
cream too."
END!