Title: … Lost?
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: None
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #15, Lost

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: Friendship only

 

            “You know.” Lance said conversationally, “When I set out to rescue you from Groudon and Kyogre, I wasn’t quite expecting to be stranded on some deserted island without my Pokémon.”

            Ash grimaced. “I’m sorry?”

            “Not too much offense is taken, don’t worry.” The other Champion said, as he attempted to activate his wrist communicator.

            It didn’t work.

 

            “… Salt water is bad for electronics?” Ash volunteered. “My Pokédex isn’t working either.”

            “Remind me why you have your Pokédex and your backpack, but not your Poke Balls, which are supposed to be on your belt? I know you had more than just Pikachu on you... or else my opinion of your skills is going to change very quickly.”

            That was one obvious threat.

            He should not be so hard on the kid, he supposed, but if Ash was always running into these kinds of situations, shouldn’t he be more mature?

 

            Ash winced. Lance at least had an excuse – both Dragonite and Gyarados had been out battling Kyogre, and then they had flown towards Kyogre on Dragonite to rescue Pikachu, and then that Hydro Pump attack from Archie’s blasted Sharpedo in midair had swept them up into a cyclone and thrown them to their current locale.

            He was uncomfortably reminded of his experiences on the Island of the Giant Pokemon. But on the plus side, this place wasn’t a theme park, right? He didn’t see any giant robots.

            Still, how was anyone going to find them?

 

            “Ash… you’re stalling.”

            “I don’t know. It just seems that whenever I get sucked in a cyclone, my Poke Balls vanish.”

            Lance raised an eyebrow in amusement. “You’ve been through something like this before?”

            “More or less,” The Pallet Trainer admitted. “We’ll just have to wait until someone finds us.”

            “Well, that’s a brilliant plan.” Lance murmured, as he sighed and reached into his belt. Ash blinked, as the pink-haired man took out a pair of golden stud earrings.

            “What’s that?”

            “Hidden pockets,” Lance smirked, by way of explanation. “When you’re a G-man, you always have a backup plan.”

            “You have pierced ears?”

            “That’s none of your concern.” He said, slipping the studs in. He twisted them for a second, and then cursed.

 

            “Well… I suppose those aren’t working either?”

            Lance frowned. “That’s a pity. Agatha could just teleport us off, or Prima could have come with her water Pokémon…”

            He just goggled.

            “Since we’re stuck for now, I suppose we’ll just wait,” Lance sighed. He reached for his cape, and swiftly discarded it, followed by his bodysuit.

            Ash gaped at him, staring.

            Did that just happen?

 

            “What?” He asked. “If I keep wearing that, I’ll just stay soaked, and catch cold on top of everything else.”

            Well, it was a reasonable point, but here he was, with Lance on a deserted island, and the Champion had just stripped down to his boxers! Rather nice ones, real silk, Ash guessed.

            “… Fine, get sick for all I care.” The older Trainer said, draping his clothing over a palm tree trunk as he crossed his arms and stared out towards the sea.

            Ash wondered why he could look cute and imposing at the same time in nothing but blue boxers with a Dragonair on the front. Then, he realized that they were stuck together on an Island for Lugia knew how long.

            Oh dear…

            He hoped rescue came soon!

            And as he sneezed loudly, he decided that maybe it was a good idea. After all, he should have some spare clothes in his backpack… Getting sick was bad!

            Lance wondered why no one else on his team ever seemed to run into these kinds of situations. He just hoped he got out of this one soon.

 

The End

Completed 8/29/06

Edited 9/16/09

But it’ll be a good beginning if I ever need a fic. No romance, because I don’t like anime-version Lance much. Nor am I fond of Ash Ketchum – I much prefer Red from Special.