Wai

Wai! Another chapter! Heh, wow, I cried through the last chapter…

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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks!

Warnings: Incest, angst, darkfic, Shonen-ai championshipping (Ash x Lance)

Chapter 6

He felt warm, and comfortable, and safe… he nuzzled his face deeper into the warm chest, felt strong arms holding him… and he was happy…

Ash woke up, as his mind tried to process where he was. He blinked. Lance was in bed with him, holding him close… and he was being cuddled…but…

He liked it, and something… he could almost feel a smile, in his mind? What was going on?

He decided to put off philosophical discussion for a more awake time, and focused inwards… something, reminiscent of hot chocolate with snow and moonlight, flickered through his feelings.

It felt nice…. And like it belonged there… and… his eyes widened as he realized that it reminded him of Lance.

What was going on?

< Lance? > Immediately, his eyes nearly popped out. What? He didn’t have psychic powers like Sabrina did!

< Mm? > The reply was sleep-fuzzed and sounded, well, pretty was his initial reaction; expect Lance wasn’t pretty! Lance was shining and silver and bright and chocolate and moonlight and ice and snow and so real… and now he was here!

< I’m psychic! >

That caught the Dragon Master’s attention as he bolted up – well, he tried, but it was a bit difficult with Ash glomped onto him like a barnacle. He had thought the psychic message was from Lugia, because no one else ever bothered him – it wasn’t well known he was a psychic, after all, and now…

What was going on?

< I’m psychic. > Ash repeated, staring into Lance’s pretty eyes… Lance involuntarily swallowed as he realized that Ash’s eyes had gone towards the golden end of the spectrum, and that his black hair was now flecked with hints of blue light. * Oh no! It can’t be… he’s still so young… *

< When did this happen? >

< When I woke up. > Ash said truthfully. Lance frantically tried to recall memories of last night, but drew a complete blank after he had taken Ash out to dinner. Odd… something must have happened, but what?

< Father? >

< Yes, child? >

< What happened last night? >

Lugia smiled, having a story prepared. < After you flew home, Ash began to demonstrate signs of dragon ancestry, and accidentally knocked you out… >

That eased his mind somewhat. < That’s all? >

< Yes, child. You’ve been sleeping since then. >

But it would make sense… if a dragon of any type attacked the Dragon Master, repercussions were dire… if Ash hadn’t known about this – and how could he have, really – Lance would have tried to subdue him, and then… well, the efforts would most likely have exhausted them both.

It made perfect sense.

< Thank you, father. >

< You’ll have to train him. >

So Ash was a dragon’s child with dragon’s blood. Well, that explained the urge he felt to protect… as a dragon, Lance was already grown… but if Ash was just a hatchling, well then!

< Lance? >

Lance smiled. < Don’t worry. >

< Am I insane? >

Stupid humans. < No. You have… let me see, dragon and psychic and ghost in your blood. Interesting. You were adopted, right? >

< Yes… I told you last night. >

< I’m going to assume you have dragon blood from your father, and your mother was probably a ghost master. >

< Cool! > Ash grinned.

< Yes, isn’t it? >

< Empathy? Yes, that’s a common psychic trait. >

< Sugoi. > Ash whispered, as he glomped Lance tightly.

Emotional reactions maybe as a result of psychic powers as well, Lance mentally noted. < Why don’t I make you some breakfast? >

< Do you think I can talk to other people like this? >

< Most likely not yet. It is only because we are both psychics and in such close proximity that you can talk to me. >

Well, he would not be telling the rest of the Elite his secret! < Can we have pancakes? >

Lance smiled. < Yes, why not? > In the kitchen, he mixed up pancake batter swiftly, browned the griddle cakes in hot oil, and flipped a stack coated with maple syrup and melted butter onto Ash’s plate. Ash grinned.

This wouldn’t be so bad after all. Now he had something to do! Could he fly? Or make things float? Or walk through walls? There was so much to do!

It would be so cool!

Oh, Lance made good pancakes! “Where did you learn to cook?”

Lance gave a twisted smirk. “You think my parents sent me with a professional chef on my pokemon journey?”

“No, but I…” Ash stopped. He’d lived off cup ramen between visits home. “Never mind.”

“Don’t tell me. You had cup ramen and macaroni and cheese every night since you had a Charmander to boil water with-.” He stopped at Ash’s physiognomy. “What? Really? I thought that was just a generalization!”

Ash blushed. “It’s true…”

Lance paused, flipping two more pancakes through the air – which his Aerodactyl swiftly devoured – before turning the stove off. “I see.”

“I wish I could cook…”

“Mm, I suppose I could teach you.”

“Would you?” Ash suddenly grew large starry eyes.

“Why not?” * between lessons, of course… what should I start with? Father always showed me the technique and then had me practice on my own, but I doubt that will work for Ash… not that he’s not dedicated, but he doesn’t know what I do. *

Hmm… something had to be done though!

< HELP! >

Lance looked up from his milk and nearly spat it out in surprise. Ash was now floating four feet above the table.

< Calm down! > He shot into the air, his steel wings glinting, as he dragged Ash down to earth – not quite easy, as he kept floating upwards again. < How did it happen? >

< So positive emotions make you float. All right, we’ll remember that. >

Ash took a deep breath as Lance let go of him, but he didn’t float again. < Wow! I can fly! >

< Seems you are a psychic, ne? >

< Yes! You’ll teach me? >

< Of course. > He waved his hands as the dishes flew to the dishwasher and the machine started, leaving Ash gaping. < Simple trick, but not for your level. We’ll start at the beginning, shall we? >

Ash nodded, finishing his last pancakes quickly. < Okay! >

Life was looking up!

End Chapter

Completed 4/23/05

In case it wasn’t evident, Lugia took out everything Lance feels for Ash except a kind of friendship and love, and he tore down Ash’s memories of abuse so now he’s happier. Lugia wants his children to be happy after all. Also explains why Lance is kind of OOC towards Ash.