Title: Autumn
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #40, Autumn
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: AU, Shonen-ai, incest, shota

Crisp fallen leaves crunched underneath his feet as he strode down the sidewalk, scattering puffs of wind in his wake. He was warmly bundled against the nippy chill, a scarf wound over his face and his cap pulled low over his ears. He glanced around as he reached his destination, before he rang the doorbell.

The woman who opened the door looked surprised to see him, but ushered him in and then closed the door behind him.

“I’m surprised you came.” She said without preamble.

He shrugged. “Are you happy?”

“I have no doubt that he’ll be happier to see you than I am.”

“You are a cold woman indeed.” He said severely, but walked by her side without another word.

Red’s eyes it up as his Father walked into the room. Without further ado, he flung himself into his Father’s arms.

“You’re home!”

“Yes, I’m home.” Lance smiled, though he frowned inwardly. It was a pity that Annabelle would not consent to a divorce. He hated her, but she wanted his cash, and she hadn’t been wholly worthless.

After all, didn’t he have a child now?

He pulled Red into his lap, kissed him, and opened his mental shields. As their eyes met, their minds touched.

It was so easy for Red to let go and surrender control to his Father, who was a bright presence. He hated Mother, who was dark and ugly and stupid and didn’t cook as well as Father did.

< I hate her. >

< I know. >

< Can you kill her? >

< Soon. > Lance promised.

Red grinned, as he snuggled into Lance’s arms. < Father. I want her to go away. >

< I know, Red, I know. >

The child had been magnificent. His plans had succeeded. Red was wholly devoted, heart and soul, to his Father, and hated his Mother. Perhaps Annabelle resented this. Perhaps not. It did not mater. Her purpose had been served. He had his Child.

Red was warm in his arms and reached for him, and he allowed his Child to take control and bring pleasure to them both.

Beautiful.

Soon, winter would come, and many fell ill each year. It would be a simple matter to slip poison in, and grieve for a time. Then, they would both be free.

He felt Red’s acceptance of his plan, and Red sighed in his arms.

Perfect.

End Fic

Completed 10/11/06

Yeah, creepy incest. I made an evil OC just so I’d feel no remorse killing her…