Title: Almost
family
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #17, The Duty of Siblings
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
Red really likes Lance. She knows they aren’t related, but since they’re technically boyfriend and girlfriend, they share a suite of rooms and everything else, and it’s quite nice at times. It’s like having a big brother and big sister and sometimes a parent rolled into one!
Right now, she and Lance are at a concert, and she has to admit that Steven is rather cute, but she already has Lance and Steven’s a bit too stuck up for her anyway.
Lance hands her a peach slushy, and she grins and pecks him on the cheek as she realizes how thirsty she is. He looks quite pretty in his sailor skirt and jacket with the little cap topping his long hair, and arches an eyebrow.
“What was that for?”
“For being my wonderful big sister of course.” She glomps him then, and he laughs as he ruffles her hair.
The next day, he drags her off shopping, and she wishes he didn’t know quite so much about makeup.
At other times, he goes as himself, when they’re not in concert, like right now at the beach. The Kanto and Johto gym leaders are competing each other in a volleyball game to raise money for the Pewter Orphan’s home, and Sabrina and Jasmine are the only two left leaders standing, spiking furiously at each other.
They’re lying on beach towels with sunglasses on, and she’s sipping lemonade with a grin.
“Do you want to go home?”
“Not yet, Lance. It’s so peaceful here.”
Lance agrees, though there are reporters lurking around, trying to take pictures, and he has a sneaking suspicion that that person over there is working for a porn magazine, but since Red’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts, there’s nothing to see.
He’d be quite jealous otherwise.
Of course, when the trainer comes over and starts to hit on her badly (and rather inelegantly, to boot, with lots of lewd hand gestures), Lance materializes behind her like a shadow and glares.
The boy scrambles away, a terrified look on his face.
“I bet he thought you were a vampire!” She teases, and he laughs, though wearing full black on a beach in the summer is rather suspicious.
But in any case, she’s glad that he’s scared that idiot away.
“You’re the best big brother someone could have,” She teases, and then he swoops down like a bat and steals a kiss before she can say anything else.
There’s nothing brotherly about that!
… Though he does start tickling her when she mentions the bat.
When they’re at home, Lance cooks. Red’s quite hopeless at it, much to her dismay, but does it matter?
Lance is a really good cook though, and it’s almost an art to watch him do it. Of course, other people might not think so, considering he’s very, very fast with knives, but seeing him sweep around the kitchen with a white apron over his bodysuit is funny.
“Thanks, Mom.” She grins, when he dishes up an excellent pot roast for dinner that night.
He glares, but there’s no heat in it, and she hugs him to show that there are no hard feelings.
… Even though he can’t resist putting extra servings of string beans on her plate, just to taunt her.
She eats them anyways, because even string beans taste good when he cooks them, and then they go for a walk together.
Sometimes,
she has nightmares at night, and wakes up screaming. When that happens, he’ll
hug her and hold her close and promise to never, ever leave her alone.
Then, she’ll kiss him to make
sure he’s real, and cry.
Sometimes, it’s all right to let her guard down, and all the stress and pressure placed on the League Champion must give away sometime, or so she believes. It makes her feel better, to have an explanation.
He doesn’t say a word when those times happen, doesn’t try to explain away her fear, or rationalize it. That helps too.
In the end, she’ll just stay in his arms, and feel safer.
End Fic
Completed 8/24/06
Whee! More het disguised as shoujo-ai, at least sometimes… ^^
Lance would be cute in an apron
“… Close to me you’re like my mother, close to me you’re like my father, close to me you’re like my brother, close to me you’re like my sister…” (All my Life, K Ci Jojo)
That song just wouldn’t stop playing in my brain…