Title: Collective Unconsciousness
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #12, Collective Unconsciousness
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, fanon, het

In a way, being Dragon Master was a bit like having the collective unconsciousness of all the Dragon Pokémon that lived. However, he was used to it, so he calmly watched as the opponent’s dragon flinched and his own Dragonite roared in victory, feeling mingled feelings of triumph and despair wash over him. He narrowed his eyes, and barked out the order for the finishing move.

No time to let anything else control him, not now!

The opponent’s Flygon crashed onto the sand below, as Hyper Beam smashed into it. Lance hid a scream of agony as he nodded to Dragonite.

“This battle is over.” He said quietly, as the announcer cheerfully yelled the results. “Dragonite, return…”

He stepped down from the platform and vanished before the other Trainer could make a protest. He made it down the hallways to his office before he locked the door behind him and fell to his knees, as waves of pain and agony broke over him. He felt his fangs cutting into his lip, and the taste of blood, but he paid it no heed as he waited for the fit to abate.

The door clicked open behind him, and he bit back a curse. Now was not the time! The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the damned press, and if President Goodman wanted to have another conversation, he would rip his throat out.

“Lance? Are you all right?” Red asked anxiously. The Dragon Master snarled at her, eyes glinting gold as his fingers curved forwards like claws. Red sighed as she knelt down next to Lance and put her arms around him.

* It happened again. *

“Shh…” She crooned, guessing what had happened. Lance’s expression changed then, and he smiled sweetly, nuzzling his head against her chest. She calmly talked in a low, soothing voice for about ten minutes before her husband’s eyes finally cleared and he sighed, taking in their positions.

“It happened again?”

“Mm,” She nodded. “Was it the Flygon you were fighting today?”

Lance nodded.

Red kissed him, smoothing his long, crimson hair out of his eyes. “It’s all right. I understand.”

“It just hurts…” He winced. * And what if I do hurt you one day? *

“Lance-chan…”

“I have to do this, Red. It’s in my blood.”

She nodded. “I know. You’re only trying to protect the Pokémon, but I hate seeing you get hurt…”

There was no reply to that and for a long time neither of them said anything.

End Fic

Completed 12/7/06

Edited 6/14/09

I remember this being used in Beloved, by Toni Morrison. But apparently, it’s one of Carl Jung’s pets. *Sigh*

So yeah I gave Lance the ability to feel dragon pokémon’s emotions, which is bad when he’s fighting a dragon pokémon. His dragons aren’t so bad since he’s already close to them, and wild ones have a distance barrier, but ouch!