Title: Catharsis
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Brock’shormonesshipping (Flint x Lola)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #27, Catharsis
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: Het, bad food

“Bleargh…” Flint groaned, as he slowly got up from his position worshipping the porcelain god. The dingy tiles hurt his knees slightly. He had been kneeling there for almost twenty minutes, vomiting at intervals.

“Flint!” Lola knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you done yet? It’s almost time for dessert!”

The thought of eating any more of her food sent a shudder through the spiky-haired man’s body. While he had politely accepted Lola’s offer of dinner, he was beginning to believe that this would not be such a good match after all.

At first, the meal had begun well, with a light soup. Then, the main dish had arrived – suspicious-looking round shapes in a bright red sauce. He had soon identified the sauce as a mixture of cherry and brandy (with more alcohol than he liked), and the strange shaped objects as either frozen meatballs or potato bits.

Salad had been quite a different story, with dark green spinach leaves (Organic, Lola had told him proudly), but after discovering snail droppings underneath the thick layer of Ranch dressing, he had laid it aside.

Conversation had become quite stilted, and he had just nodded as Lola waxed eloquently loud over her love of Water Pokemon.

Flint resigned himself to his fate. He splashed some water on his face, rinsed his mouth out, and headed outside.

There, sitting in the center of the table, was an enormous chocolate brownie the size of a cake, topped with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge.

Lola smiled as she cut him a heaping slice, beaming. “I hope you saved room for this, Flint! You won’t want to miss it!”

Flint warily took a tiny bite, prepared to taste sulfur, or perhaps arsenic. Instead, what he tasted was chocolate. It was good chocolate. In disbelief, he took a second bite. No, he was not hallucinating. It was still rich, creamy fudge. He tried the ice cream. Milk, sugar, deliciously frosty…

“Do you like it?” Lola asked anxiously. “You haven’t said anything yet.”

“It’s wonderful!” He said, almost disbelieving.

She beamed. “I’m so glad! I ordered it from the bakery down the street, so I was afraid you might not like it.”

“Lola,” He croaked. “I think you’re an amazing woman. You’re beautiful. You’re intelligent. I think your devotion to Pokemon Training is fabulous. But next time we have dinner, I’ll cook.”

“Oh Flint, you are a darling!” She hugged him. “I love a man who knows his way around a kitchen!”

“As do I, Lola,” He said, watching as she began devouring her own portion of dessert enthusiastically. * So do I… *

End Fic

Completed 8/6/09

A ‘catharsis’ can be a medical purging (i.e. laxatives), or purification. Very interesting…

And I would assume that Brock and his father are such good cooks, due to his mother’s bad influence! Of course, I’m sure this isn’t canon, but it’s an idea.