Pokemon mysterious Dungeon isn’t a very fun game. I prefer Leaf Green…

Title: Morose
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #65, Morose
Rating: PG-13
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, angst

“It’s not the end of the world if you lose a match.”

“I know.” Red sighed. “It was only for fun, too, but... but it’s not that I lost. I’m worried about Pichu.”

Lance nodded, understanding. “You didn’t expect him to Baton Pass for Graveler.”

“She’s still in surgery. I hope she’s all right… she’s still a baby pokémon…”

“Red, worrying your self sick won’t help Pichu.” She said practically. “Besides, if Nurse Joy doesn’t know what to do, I’ll help.” Blue light flickered on her fingertips.

Red managed a wan smile. “Would you really do that?”

“Of course,” She grinned. “Your Pokémon are my friends too.”

“… All right…”

Nurse Joy walked outside, and her face was tight and drawn.

“I’ll take care of it.”

She fixed the Dragon Master with a glare. “You’re not qualified.”

“It’s Red’s decision.”

Red stepped in between the two, feeling the air sparking. “That’s enough! Nurse Joy, I trust Lance.”

The Nurse was tight-lipped, but two of her Chanseys wheeled Pichu out. Red sucked in a breath at the sight of the wires and tubes the tiny mouse was hooked up to. Lance waited until they trooped out of the room, before she began to sing.

Red could not understand the words, but as Lance held her hands over Pichu’s body, the mouse began to glow blue. Then, she floated into the air. Finally, her voice trailed off on the last note and she sighed audibly.

Pichu opened her eyes, blinking.

“Pichu!”

Master! She hopped into his arms with a smile while Master’s Mate sat down heavily. Master’s Mate must have healed her.

It didn’t feel like the Nurse-girls.

Master ruffled her fur and made sad noises, but she understood.

She knew she had been hurt, but now she was fine! She rubbed his cheek and he smiled brightly.

“See?”

“You’re brilliant, Lance.” Red finished examining Pichu. “She’s… perfect.”

Lance nodded, and then flushed as Red pulled her into a hug and then a kiss. The Elite Trainer rested her head against her lover’s shoulder.

“I’m glad I was able to help.”

“Thank you so much, Lance-chan…”

“It’s nothing.” She parried.

“No, you’re lying. I know it takes a lot out of you to heal Pokémon. You use your own life.”

Lance swallowed, as Red’s eyes studied her steadily, affection brimming in their crimson depths. “Red…”

He silenced her with another kiss. No more words were necessary, to express his thanks, but also, to express more.

She understood, and as Red sank down upon her, half-smiled.

End Fic

Completed 10/13/06

Edited 7/13/09

Ooh… Friday the Thirteenth…

Somewhat seme-ish Red… and yeah, it’s not Viridian Power.