Ehehehe… decided to try another supernatural-themed fic. Could not think of a name so I picked a pokemon attack that seemed to fit…

Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon. This fanfic belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics, er, I mean pokemon belongs to them! This fanfic belongs to me! ME! Do not take my writing!
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Summary: Indigo League, a bomb goes off, killing most and putting the remaining few in comas… so what is the world they face when they awake?

Shonen-ai Championshipping (Ash x Lance)

This is post-CCA but Lance _is_ male in this fic.

Title: Will-O-Wisp

*Dedicated to Air Sylph*

Chapter 1

 

            When he woke up, they said he had been sleeping for two years.

            He didn’t believe it.

            They said that he was one of the two who survived, and he should feel very lucky.

            He didn’t.

            They said that his pokemon had died, and there was nothing left, and that Team Rocket had used the opportunity to take over the League, and that was why he was at a hospital, a _remote_ hospital, in the Aqua Islands.

            He didn’t believe it.

            But when they showed him the video and the scars and the fact that he had grown two inches while unconscious, he had to believe it.

            He didn’t like it.

 

            He sat on the sandy beach, alone, a nurse was off in the distance with her boyfriend, but she had promised to keep an eye on him.

            He watched the waves break as the gulls cried.

            Why had he survived?
            His family… his friends… his pokemon… they were all dead.

            His world had been wiped out in a moment and he couldn’t remember it.

            What was left?

 

            The doctors didn’t know what to do with him.

            “He’s so quiet!”

            “Do you think he’s breaking down inside?”
            “No, Dr. Ferris, I do not think that is it.” Dr. Mimosa sighed. “I think he is choosing not to see.”

            “So he’ll create a world in his mind? Good God, that’ll be schizophrenia!”

            Doctor Marx was the youngest and most vocal of all the doctors. He was also the most extreme.

            “Unfortunately, that is what might happen.”

            “What can we do?”

            “He survived… the other, well, I highly doubt that Bruno will be waking up any time soon.”

            “You can’t possibly be referring to that crazy prophecy!”

            “It is our best hope.”

            “Well, as you will…”

           

            That night, after he went to bed, they brought the transmitter and hooked him up to it. Left the coordinates blank, hit enter, and watched as he vanished.

            He was their last hope, the last remnant of free will, not bound like all the other trainers to Team Rocket, because they had presumed him dead.

            So someday, he would destroy the rockets and bring peace back to Indigo.

            They hoped.

 

            He woke up, feeling purple rustling around his ankles, silver bells lightly tinkling.

            “Ashura, are you all right?”

            He blinked, twice. The man in the black bodysuit and silver armor looked so familiar, but it couldn’t be, could it… “Lance?”

            “Hai. Ashura, that was a nasty fall you took, are you sure you are well?”

            Well? What was going on? Why was he wearing a dress? And… that strange weight over his chest that seemed like it belonged…

            It was… a deck of white cards?

 

“Master Ashura! Please, say something!”

            He turned.

            … Pikachu?

            It had to be Pikachu! Except Pikachus didn’t float and they didn’t have wings, but it didn’t matter, no, Pikachu was safe!

            He hugged Pikachu tightly.

            “You’re squashing me, Ash!”

            That was more like it.

            So this was real!

            “Ashura?”

            “I think I’m okay…”

            ‘I should hope so, that was a nasty tumble you took.”

            What?

            Feeling his head, he felt a bump… what was going on?

 

            “Lance, where am I?”

            The Dragon Master looked startled. “Wichita, Ashura. Are you feeling well?”

            “No, I feel like I’m missing something.”
            “Kuso… you must have hit your head too hard.” Lance said. “Well, first things first…I suppose…”

            “Huh?”

            Lance placed his hands on Ash’s chest, concentrating, as a white glow surrounded them. After a few minutes, he pulled back, frowning.

 

            “What’s wrong?”

            And how had he gotten so casual with Lance? What in the world was going on? He had just been sleeping…

            Was this a dream?

            If it was, it was a nice dream.

            No death and destruction and all the people he knew dead…

            Not nice at all…

 

            He followed Lance back to his suite in the castle. It seemed familiar, even though it seemed he had never seen it before.

            Dreams didn’t have to make sense.

            Pikachu fluttered around him on tiny white wings.

            “Pika-chan, why are you hovering?”

            < Aha! I knew you’d never forget me! >

            Pika-chan?
            Strange nickname, but it had to be his pikachu, was his pikachu, and anyways, dreams were never completely accurate.

“Let’s get food!”

            Smiling, Ash followed her downstairs, where a well-stocked kitchen was presented. Excellent!

            He helped himself to chocolate cookies and a slice of cream pie, feeling better.

 

End Chapter

Completed 7/27/04