Title: Rash Decision
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #21, Rash Decision
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

Warnings: Shonen-ai, insanity, murder

Perhaps he shouldn’t have fired, but Bruno had a gun to Lance’s head and the Team Rocket Grunts were going to kill everyone unless he joined, and he didn’t want to join Team Rocket, and there had been something in his hands so he had pulled the trigger, and then everyone had frozen.

They had all been changed into blocks of ice, save Lance and Lorelei and Karen.

Lorelei nodded. “So it worked.”

“Exactly.” Lance walked over to Red. “Shh… it’s all right now…”

Red shivered, looking down at the gun in his hands. It was a slender, silver thing, with only three buttons – one blue, one red, and one yellow.

Lorelei took it from his nerveless fingers, and pressed the red button. All of the ice statues suddenly vaporized taking their occupants with them.

Red screamed.

Lance pulled him close, as he tried to shut out the image of them dying, but he couldn’t! Even if there was no blood and bone and no sound shattering the silence he had still seen it!

“Shh.” Lance soothed.

“I…!”

Lance kissed him, then, and Red clung to his lover desperately, trying to ignore the blood pounding in his ears.

There was nothing. Nothing had happened.

They hadn’t just killed over twenty people. Bruno was not dead. He was off training somewhere, somewhere in the mountains, like he always had!

Team Rocket had never come to the Plateau to attack them.

Lance had never been in danger. Never!

Lance continued to kiss him, and he began to respond eagerly, feeling arousal building between his legs. The only reason he was breathing hard was because Lance was fondling him… that was all.

Lance’s lips dropped to his neck, and his breathing came faster, as his heart pumped blood south. Yes…

Lorelei exited the room, not wanting to watch more. Poor Child. Poor Champion. At least Lance would take good care of him.

Sometimes, it was easier not to face reality.

She felt no remorse, and she doubted Lance did, but Red was still human. It would take a long time before his emotions froze.

Perhaps they never would.

In any case, Lance would ground him and keep him contained. They could not afford for their Champion to become a loose cannon.

Team Rocket was foolish. They deserved death.

As Red came with a wordless sigh into Lance’s hand, the Dragon Master brought it to his mouth and licked his fingers.

“Perhaps we had better continue this in the bedroom.” He suggested. Red blinked for a moment, before he smiled sunnily, and followed his lover, all traces of the incident completely wiped from his memory.

End Fic

Completed 10/14/06

I like writing Red more than Ash. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for me to get into Ash’s head now…

My beta-reader says Ash is too ‘simple and rough’ for me. Hmm…