Title: Currency
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #30, Currency
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. Game-verse
Warnings: AU, het
“Get your hands off me.” Lance snarled.
The burly muscleman did not seem inclined to listen to her words, so she smashed a palm heel strike into his nose and then flicked her poisoned needles from their holster into her left hand.
He casually stabbed both needles deep into the man’s chest before she walked off, leaving a bleeding corpse behind her.
What an idiot…
A thought occurred to her, then, and she reached into the man’s coat, finding a wallet stuffed with bills. She pocketed it, smirked and continued on her way. Really, when would people get the message that she wasn’t interested?
Red was waiting when she got home.
“What happened? You’re late.”
The Dragon Master shrugged. “I ran into a spot of trouble.”
Her husband sighed. “Obsessive fans again?”
“Of a sort, yes,” Lance tossed him the wallet. Crime was one thing, but considering how corrupt the League was, and her status, no one would link it to her. “That should cover our rent for a while.”
He nodded, leafing through it in surprise. “Lance… there’s a lot in here.”
“So much the better,” She grinned. “Now we won’t have to flash our credit cards all the time.”
He chuckled. It was nice to have a hiding spot away from the Plateau, and the room wasn’t badly furnished, though he wished the carpet weren’t such an ugly shade of brown. Here, they could pretend to be starving college students with none the wiser.
“So, what did you want for dinner? I made spaghetti.”
“Spaghetti sounds wonderful.” Lance flopped down on the couch while Red grinned and pecked her on the cheek.
“It shouldn’t take long to reheat. I’ll be right back.”
She listened to the sound of the microwave humming, before he returned with a bowl of pasta. The tomato sauce glittered bight red with green specks of some unidentifiable spice, but she paid it little heed as she dug in.
“Is it good?” Red asked anxiously.
“Delicious.” Lance smiled, and it was true. She finished the rest of the noodles quickly, before she smiled at him. “How was your calculus class today?”
He looked miserable. “I don’t want to talk about it. I hate derivatives.”
“Well, it was your choice to take…”
“And how I’m paying for it,” The Champion groaned. “But at least there, I’m anonymous, and there aren’t any rabid fangirls chasing me.”
“Is it better than battling?” She teased.
“Of course
not, but I like this break.”
Lance set the bowl down,
wiping a smear of sauce from her mouth as she smiled. “Well, now that that is
finished…”
Red cuddled up next to her as they turned the television on, and for a while, they just enjoyed each other’s company.
Peace.
End Fic
Completed 1/16/07
Edited 1/8/10
Currency is money, but the economics definition is ‘The paper bills and coins in the hands of the public’. (Brief Principles of Macroeconomics, 4th Edition by N. Gregory Mankiw) I have a headache…