I write too much darkfic for my own good…

Lance: Yes, you do

Pika-chan: *Offers Author a bucket of maple syrup* Maybe this will help you write fluff!
Phantomness: *Sweatdrop!
Ash: ^^

Kairo: You are decidedly not funny, my Author

Shoyko: I am overworked

Phantomness: No fair! My muses don’t like me anymore!

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.

Chapter 8

He was waiting. He’d been waiting for a long time. How long? Oh, well, guardians didn’t consider normal increments of time unless they were living with humanity… and he didn’t like to.

Ash walked inside.

Lance met his eyes. Soft gold, a very soft gold, like a streak of melted sunlight… but not really, because Lance wasn’t a child of the sun, despite the hair and the eyes.

Lance was a dragon’s child.

If he looked carefully, he could still see the shadows wrapping hungrily around the man’s form. If.

He tried not to look.

Lance met Ash’s gaze, and finally, the Pallet trainer dropped his gaze down. “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s much easier if you don’t say anything. Then I can forget.”

“Forget?”

“Memory can be a horrible thing, you know. I can still feel his filthy hands on me, when I’m helpless – I don’t like that at all…”

“Oh.” Ash looked down. “I didn’t think about that.”

“It went on for a few months, you know. No one knew. No one cared. And I couldn’t get into your dreams for so long, since you had so many barriers up, but I finally managed, and then you couldn’t help me.”

Ash colored. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late now.”

A scream came from the door.

“Yes, Karen?”

“He’s… complaining.” The Dark Master said wryly. “Serves him right.”

“I can’t be pregnant!” Bruno wailed, now completely unable to deny it. Lance snorted and began pulling weapons out of midair. Ash paled.

“If he comes in here, I’ll show him exactly what’s going on.” Lance said almost cheerfully. “Serves him right, anyways…”

“Lance, I’m worried about you.”

“I’ll live! I didn’t die, did I?”

“I guess not…”

“And you’ll, understand, in time.” Lance said, as he yanked Ash over his desk and pinned him down in a kiss.

Karen laughed and exited.

Ash turned deep red.

Hmm… maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all?

How could he think of these things when Bruno was in danger though?

Ash colored. But he didn’t quite care that much…

Not really…

Maybe things would be all right now. Maybe. But if not, at least it would be interesting!

END FIC
completed 8/11/05