Title: Calm
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #13, Calm
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, het

The benefit of being Champion, Red thinks, is that the records of all the trainers in the world are open to you – well, that is stretching the truth a bit, but all the ones in the Kanto region certainly belong to her, and of course her lover is among them. It’s so easy, just two keystrokes, and the deed is done.

Now, no one knows that they are related – and no one knows how old she really is. She won’t have to growing up any more, and that’s just fine with her.

People can be so lawful, but no two women are alike, and you cannot just lump them together as though brains and muscle and maturity all come to a head at a center age. Some girls at thirteen are smarter than grown women at thirty.

But it’s all right, now.

It is a good thing Lance looks so young and handsome, Red thinks, though with the way the fangirls carry on when they are married, you would have thought someone was dying. Still, she’s blissfully happy, even when she has to wear a silver circlet in her hair and a lacy veil, and she doesn’t really mind much…

They are perfectly calm as they kiss in front of a circle of witnesses, all the nice Gym Leaders and the rest of the Elite Four, and flowers and rice petals rain down, and then they dash off to the waiting Dragonair, festooned in ribbons, and off to their honeymoon, as the guests cheer and champagne sparkles in the air.

“You’re brilliant.” She tells him, and her golden eyes are tranquil, with none of the stress and rage usually present.

“I know.” Red purrs. “So can I be on top tonight?”

“I think you’ve earned it,” Lance chuckles, and they kiss again, as Dragonair sails on smoothly, carrying them to the halcyon isles.

Now, no one can keep them apart.

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

Edited 7/24/09

For some reason, I keep spelling calm as clam. It’s quite bizarre…

Emotions are fun to write!

Red: *Sighs*

Lance: *Smirk*