Title: Only Three
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #12, Three (Theme Set #2)
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, Shonen-ai, fanon

“Look,” The girl said, her eyes narrowed, “I’m not quite sure who you are, whatever you name is-.”

Alicia Peters stomped her foot on the ground. “Just because I don’t have a unique name like you do doesn’t mean you can boss me around, you got that! I’m Alicia Peters from New Bark Town and I’m going to be the new Chosen One!”

“Oh for the love of Lugia.” The boy with the long red hair said, inspecting his nails. “Can’t you just kill her, Charlotte?”

“I could.” The girl said thoughtfully, “But first I have to figure out where she’s hidden Red.”

The Dragon Master raised his eyebrows. “Has he gotten himself kidnapped again, love?”

“Afraid so.” The Fire Guardian said unrepentantly.

“I’ll be on it.” Lance grinned, releasing his Aerodactyl as he took off. Alicia blinked, nonplussed, and that was when Charlotte whacked her. Hard, equipped with a set of metal-studded tonfas.

She continued to pull out various bits of weaponry while she waited for the others to return.

Red was relaxing on a beach and sipping pink lemonade when Lance found him.

“I thought you had been kidnapped.”

Red shrugged. “I shifted to Destiny. Her restraints didn’t hold.”

“Figures.” Lance smirked. “Now what?”

“Now,” Red pulled the scales of Fate and Destiny out of midair, “We set things back to normal.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I love getting you worked up.” Red winked, and they both flew back to where Charlotte was waiting.

Alicia had anger sparks on her forehead. Her beautiful crystalline legendary pokemon weren’t protecting her!

… It could be because they were statues, but Charlotte didn’t mention that fact. Too troublesome.

In any case, when Lance and Red arrived, they drew their Swords and made quick work of her, a little slice and dice.

Red cuddled into Lance’s embrace afterwards, grinning.

“I really hate these imposters.”

“I know.” Lance shook his head. “Clearing them way is so much work.”

Charlotte frowned. “Well… at least we can sell these statues for cash!”

Red face-vaulted, but Lance’s eyes developed a mercenary gleam. “How much?”

“Oh, they’re glass, but at least a few thousand pokeyen each.”

“I’m glad she had some use.”

Red just shook his head, and pulled Lance back down into another kiss. There were more important things than money, after all.

And Lance agreed.

End Fic

Completed 12/1/06

It seems that whatever I experience in life will invariably wind up in my fanfic… like cramming for psychology. It seems to trickle down into my writing, making me very introspective!