Title: Allocation
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #8, Allocation

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. Game-verse

Warnings: AU, het

 

            “Wait, wait.” Red said. “You’re telling me that we export Pokémon?”

            Lance shrugged. “It is a natural resource.” He said mildly. “Why else would we keep the forests and rivers so clean? We keep an eye on natural population and we take a few here and there to the breeding centers. After that, well, we do a little experimentation and selective maintenance. You needn’t act so surprised about it. We have no energy deposits and certainly no farmland… it’s quite lucky we’re on an island, so shipping is an option.”

            The Champion shook her head. “So we get our oil and coal from Orre this way?”

            “Quite right.”

            “And what about food?” Red asked.

 

            Lance frowned. “Kanto has very little arable farmland. There is some near Celadon and Fuchsia, but hardly enough to support our booming population, so we export most of our food from the Orange Islands.”

            Red sat down heavily. “Do we sell them Pokémon too?”

            “Trade, you mean? Yes.”

            “I never knew…”

 

            Lance patted her on the shoulder. “Get used to it, love. The only booming economy is Silph Co., and they have a monopoly on practically all the Pokémon items used, from the Potions to the Ultra Balls and Evolution Stones. It’s quite fortunate we spend so much on Pokémon – it keeps us growing, you see…”

            “I don’t really.” She muttered. All these economic concepts were going right over her head. Was this why her husband had so much paperwork?

            Government spending was such a pain!

 

            “It’s all right. Don’t worry about it.”

            Red sighed as Lance pulled her into a hug, but she obligingly closed her eyes and spoke no more on the topic. After all, it wasn’t like she was interested at all

            So she should just not worry about it, right?

           

End Fic

Completed 1/5/07

Allocation is answer to the ‘What will be produced?’ question in economics, one of the 3 primary questions

Lance: No romance?
Phantomness: Not unless you squint…