Title: Someday (Part II)
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #29, Thing Left Behind

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

Summary: Continuation of Theme #98

Warnings: AU, annoying Original Characters, implied shonen-ai, incest and shouta

 

            It turns out that his baby brothers didn’t die, and Red finds this out five years later. He and Father are sitting on lawn chairs by the beach, watching their pokémon frolic in the water, when two scrawny kids in ugly orange come up to him.

            “You.”

            Lance raises an eyebrow, and frowns. His alarms should have gone off, alerting the dragon pokémon to devour these intruders, unless… no. He glares at them.

            “You’re Delia’s children, aren’t you?”

            They nod, and Red gets to his feet, already reaching for his poke belt. They look shrunken and ugly, even now, and he doesn’t want them here!

            “It’s not fair!” One wails. They both look the same, blonde hair chopped close to their heads, nothing like Red’s glossy hair or his Father’s scarlet locks. “You’ve been rich all this time and we’ve been hungry!”

            Lance narrows his eyes. “You should blame your mother for that.”

            “Mother’s dead,” The other sniffles, “That’s why we’re here.”

            A lawyer walks up, his polished black shoes sinking into the sand, ankle-deep, as he tries to look impressive in his full-breasted plum suit. Red thinks he just looks hot.

            “Falkner.” Lance acknowledges.

            “Dragon Master.” The man almost salutes him. “I am sorry to have to bring this case to your attention, but…”

            Lance sighs. “I might as well deal with it quickly. Red, go back to the house.”

            Red nods, but he notices that kids attacking the snacks Father set up for them and their pokemon, and hides a smirk when they eat the protein pills that Dragonair likes so much and start gagging.

 

            Falkner and Lance retire inside to his study, and Lance steeples his fingers, as he looks Falkner in the eye.

            “Did you test them genetically, Falkner?”

            “Yes, they were tested when they got their vaccinations.”

            “Are they related to me?”

            “No.” The Violet gym leader bites his lips, and looks somewhat ashamed. “If not for the fact that you’re still legally married to Delia, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

            Lance sighed. “I should have divorced her, after I found out she was nothing more than a drunken prostitute. But I thought…”

            “Well, it was generous of you not to. But you quit sending support payments.”

            Lance shrugged expressively. “I took Red with me. There was no need to continue. Also, the only reason I sent payments was because I was always away on duty and could not bring home a salary on a regular basis.”

            “The courts will try to argue otherwise…”

            “Those two brats are not my children, Falkner, and I’ll be damned if I pay a penny for their upkeep!”

            “That argument won’t go over well either. You’re rich Lance, and there’s plenty of room here. Those righteous councilmen would argue keeping them would be no strain.”

            “Financially, they would not be a burden.” Lance acknowledged. “But mentally and emotionally?” He shuddered. “I don’t want them.”

            “They’re too young to go on a Pokemon Journey, and since you’re the surviving parent, I’m afraid…”

            “Damn it.” Lance curses. “So there’s no way out of it?”

            “I’m afraid not.”

            “Red isn’t going to like this either. He hates them.”

            “He was still a child then. Perhaps he’ll be more mature about the situation now.”

            Lance privately doubted it, but signed with a flourish. “And when they’re ten I’m free?”

            “As free as you can be…”

            “Good.”

 

            Red is angry, but he’s too mature to throw a temper tantrum about it. Lance holds him close as he sobs, and promises that nothing will change, and though the two brats are given a giant playroom and bedroom filled with thousands of toys, Red is secretly pleased to notice that Father doesn’t love them the way he loves him.        

            After all, once he formally adopted them, the courts shut up and applauded his wonderful family skills, though the hints about re-marriage were distasteful.

            Red takes to sleeping in his Father’s room, and at night, feels safer when Father kisses him good night.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/8/06

Yeah… I don’t like Red being given relatives unless they’re canon characters, like Sabrina or Erika or Blue…

Lance is furious, isn’t he? But he has a right to be. Delia’s an adulteress, and those kids aren’t his in any way, shape or form.

Red is also angry, but that’s because they’re his half-brothers. Maybe he’s jealous?

There will be more about these two, just to continue!