Title of Fan Fiction: Pokémon Winter Bash
Author: Sidney Malfoy
Origin: Pokémon
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG
Chapter: 1 - It's All About Pokémon
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor do I own any of the characters, settings or plots that Pokémon uses. However, I do own this story, so if you are planning on taking it, be whatever use you have of it, you had better credit me. If you don't, and I find out, there will be hell to pay.


'Twas two days before Christmas and all of Pallet Town was busy
Stockings hung, lights put up made all the caretakers dizzy
Three heroes returned from the region called Johto
To this small home town in a place called Kanto
They dashed in the Center without hesitation
They then saw Nurse Joy, of some relation
She set them up with a cabin worth their earnings
This small poem begins our story...
Christmas - the time of year
For peace on Earth and to spread good cheer
A bash - a rocking party
Filled with fun, where the laughter is hearty

It's the Pokémon Christmas bash
With Team Rocket, Brock, Misty and Ash
So without further ado
Here's a Pokémon holiday greeting for you
Brock shook his head and wiped the snow from his brow. He laughed as Misty tackled Ash and pinned him against the cold ground. Of course, Ash easily flipped her and pinned her to the ground. He chuckled at his two friends who were obviously in love, even though they couldn't see it. "They'll never learn," he muttered and turned back to chopping wood for the fire they were going to make that night for the first night in their cabin.

I'm Brock, back on the block
From a quick little skid with Ivy's flock
Two things on my list ain't many
A kiss from Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny

Santa please, with your Ho-Ho-Ho
Put them both under the mistletoe
Brock's kicking and it's a gas
At the Pokémon Christmas bash
Later that day, Misty sighed happily as she admired her work. Brock had helped her cut down a beautiful pine tree and she and her Starmie and Staryu had just finished decorating it. Tinsel, glass balls, Pokéballs, garland, bows, and small glass lights gave the tree a complete look. Meanwhile, Christmas tunes played in the background. Her favorite, Deck the Halls, came on and filled her ears. She smiled and fell into the couch, a relieved sigh escaping her mouth.

I'm Misty, I've got Starmie with me
We're having fun decorating the tree
With a twist on deck the halls
We've got a Christmas tree full of Pokéballs

Hey Santa, if you're really listening
My wish list has only one thing
Just give me one dance with Ash
At the Pokémon Christmas bash
Ash began setting the fireplace. The garland and stockings were hung according to alphabetical order. Even the Pokémon had their own little place for their stockings. Ash chuckled as Misty's Psyduck tripped over a strand of holly and fell to the floor, quacking. He smiled and turned to Misty who was resting on the couch. He blushed and turned back to Pikachu, handing him another stocking. "I can't wait until Christmas." He said softly, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

I'm Ash here with Pikachu
Merry Christmas - Happy New Year too
The holidays wouldn't be the same
Without roasting chestnuts on Charizard's flame

Santa, can you help it go faster
To become a Pokémon master
Gotta catch em all down to the last
At the Pokémon Christmas bash
Even Team Rocket was getting in the Christmas spirit. Or at least Jessie was. She had already maxed out her credit cards and was well on her way to being able to open up her own store. Unfortunately, James and Meowth were left holding the bags and the doors for her. James groaned under the weight and got a good screaming from his female companion when he dropped her bags. She quickly forgave him out of the spirit of Christmas, of course, and then helped him carry some bags.

Team Rocket's doing something shocking!
This year we're going to fill your stocking!
Take a break from causing trouble
Jessie! James! And make that double

We thought we'd change our ways
And be nice on Christmas Day
Team Rocket's having a blast
At the Pokémon Christmas bash
Who's that Pokémon at the Pokémon Christmas bash?
Who's that Pokémon? It's Brock! Misty! And Ash!
Who's that Pokémon? Team Rocket's having a blast
Who's that Pokémon? Happy Holidays from the Pokémon cast
In the center of Pallet Town, a huge Christmas tree was suddenly turned on, lighting up the town square and giving the entire city a warm Christmas glow. Ash and his friends smiled as they walked through the town, enjoying the brisk, cool air. Misty took a deep breath and spun around catching the falling snow on her tongue. Ash and Brock watched from a distance and smiled as Togepi, Pikachu and Golbat played on a fountain. Brock flushed a bright red when Officer Jenny came up to him and gently kissed him on the cheek. He turned and she pointed up. He blushed harder as he noticed the mistletoe. He smiled and fainted in the snow. Ash groaned and tried to wake up his friend. Misty walked up to them and shook her head. She glanced up and noticed the same mistletoe. Secretly wishing that Ash were under it, she knelt down and helped Brock off the ground. Brock sighed contently and sat on the edge of the fountain, daydreaming about Jenny and how one of his wishes had already come true.
Ash headed into Pallet Town, followed by his two best friends with his third best friend on his shoulder. He smiled at all the lights and garland and holly decorating the small town. Even the brand new Pokémon Center had small lights in the windows and had icicle lights dripping down from the entrance. There was a man from some charity dressed up like Santa, standing on the corner of the town square, ringing a bell and wishing everyone happy holidays. Misty gasped at the wonderful sight that lay before her when they arrived at the Pallet Town Mall. A huge Christmas tree was decorated in front of the main entrance with thousands if not millions of pokéballs. "Let's go, Misty." Ash said, pulling Misty by her hand into the mall. She blushed softly and ran after him, getting ready to do her last minute Christmas shopping. Brock chuckled slightly under his breath as Pikachu scampered up on his shoulder.
Two hours had passed after the group had split up in the food court to do their own private shopping sprees. Misty had gone off into the west wing of the mall. Brock headed towards the east wing. Ash and Pikachu decided to check out the south wing.
Misty admired a gold band with a diamond on it from the jewelry store window. She mentally kicked herself for almost admitting to Ash she wanted to marry him over the summer. She shook her head to rid her of the embarrassing moment and turned to the gift-wrapping counter. She had already completed her shopping list. She smiled happily and retrieved her packages from the girl behind the counter.
"And I want to be a Pokémon master, and I want to be able to tell Misty how I feel about her. And I want a new computer and a white Christmas until New Year's Day, and I want Gary to know what it's like to be picked on like the way he picks on me," Ash blabbered out to the store Santa. Ash knew that he was too old to do stuff like this, but he didn’t care. He actually finished all his Christmas shopping a week early, to everyone's surprise, especially Pikachu’s. Pikachu rolled its eyes and took off towards the pretty helper. She smiled and scratched Pikachu behind its ear while Ash finished with his list.
Brock sighed, nursing his bruised cheek. "Why can’t I ever get a girl to like me?" He whispered to himself and pulled his hand from his cheek. He looked down at his wrapped packages and leaned back in the padded seat. He felt a hand on his shoulder and glanced up. Ash and Misty were standing there, ready to go. He nodded and picked up his packages, following them outside into the streets of Pallet.
Ash groaned as his mom gave him a huge lecture on how he was supposed to spend Christmas with her and stay in his own house and how it was always tradition for them to go shopping together. "Geez, Mom!" Ash cried out loud. It was obvious he had enough. "Last Christmas, Misty, Brock and I spent Christmas with you. This year we want to do something really different, so we rented a cabin near the new Pokémon Center. Don’t take this the wrong way, Mom. I just want to spend some time in a storybook setting with my three best friends. I want to be able to go out and decorate pine trees in front of our cabin, set a fire in the fireplace, enjoy drinks and food, and maybe, just maybe, be able to tell a certain someone a certain something without any adult interference!"
Delia nodded and turned away. "I guess I understand." She said. "But promise me you’ll drop by on Christmas Day and have Christmas dinner with me. You and your friends have to come. Please, Ashy?" Ash grimaced at the nickname.
"On one condition." He said, opening the eye he closed. She nodded, her hands gently placed on his shoulders. "Never call me 'Ashy' again." She laughed softly and nodded, pulling her son into a hug.
"Now get your tail over to Professor Oak’s lab. He said he wanted to see you." Ash nodded and ran to the door, grabbing his jacket on the way out.
"Professor!" Ash called. Tracey gave him a quick wave and ran off towards some room, a lot of towels draped over his arm and a kettle of boiling water in his hand. The Professor came out and smiled, rubbing some blood off his hands. "Professor, what’s going on?" Ash asked.
Professor Oak smiled and looked over at the door. "One of the Rapidash gave birth to a baby Ponyta just a few minutes ago. Tracey’s in there taking care of the newborn. Maybe someday that Ponyta will become a strong Rapidash and be able to help Santa in the North Pole."
Ash smiled. "You still believe in Santa, Professor?" He asked. The professor scowled at him.
"Are you saying that because I’m old, I have to stop believing?" Ash face faulted as the Professor approached him. "Let me tell you one thing, young man. There is such a thing as Santa and I’m sure that the sixty five years I’ve been alive, I never have, nor never will stop believing in Chris Kringle."
"You misunderstood, Professor!" Ash said, sweat dropping. Professor Oak stood straight up and cocked his head, folding his hands over his chest. "I know there’s a Santa. I just thought that you wouldn’t be into the whole Santa Claus thing. More of the joy of Christmas thing."
The professor nodded. "I understand. But, Ash, this year I have something that’s gonna change the revolution of Christmas." Ash looked on confused as the professor walked next to the chimney.

Every Christmas ol’ Santa brings presents for me
He leaves plenty of packages under the tree
But this year I have a surprise for Saint Nick
And it’s something that’s going to give him a kick!

"What is it, Professor?" Ash asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Professor Oak smiled and turned to his young friend.

"I’m giving Santa a Pikachu this Christmas." He answered, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Wow!" Ash cried out excitedly. "Just like the one you gave t’ me?"
The professor nodded. "That’s right!"

I’ll hide it in my stocking And he’ll find it rather shocking

Ash laughed as he remembered his first time getting shocked by Pikachu.

Cuz giving gifts to Santa is quite
A novelty

I’m giving Santa a Pikachu this Christmas
I bet he’ll scratch his beard and say:

Now Christmas Eve will be a breeze
As long as I have one of these
On foggy flights, through winter nights
To light my way

Its thundershock will twirl a million candy canes
And power up a slew of new electric trains
I'm giving Santa a Pikachu this Christmas
'Cause Santa’s got a lot of work to do

As the clock strikes every hour
He’ll be using Pika power
T’ bring Christmas toys t’ girls and boys
And grown ups too

With Pikachu his sleigh will fly so fast
About a thousand times as fast as Christmas past
I’m giving Santa a Pikachu this Christmas
It’ll be the best friend Santa every had

He’ll have fun with Pikachu
And Pikachu’s gonna have fun too
Playing up in Santa’s workshop
Say...that’s not bad

It’s chilly at the North Pole
So I’m told
But with so much warmth in both their hearts
They’ll never feel the cold

I’m giving Santa a Pikachu this Christmas
It’s just the perfect thing to do
And as his sleigh pulls out of sight
We’ll hear him calling through the night

With a "Ho-Ho-Ho" and a
"Merry Christmas"
"Pika-chuuuuu!"

Ash laughed and nodded. "That’s a great idea, Professor! I’m sure Santa will love a Pikachu. Maybe he’ll become best friends with his like I’ve become best friends with mine.” He nodded.
“That’s the whole idea.” He said happily.
With Christmas day only one day away, Ash, Misty and Brock were getting more excited as the hours began to count down. Ash yawned as he woke up. He brushed the sleep from his eyes and walked into the kitchen. Misty and Brock were still asleep. For some reason, lately he had been waking up earlier than they had and he had become a little more responsible. Unfortunately, he was still a little clumsy and a little dense. He looked out the window and noticed a new batch of fresh snow on the ground.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice asked. He spun around and saw Misty leaning up against the door frame. He blushed at her appearance. Her hair was down and falling gracefully over her shoulders. She wore a green pajama top with candy cane patterns decorating it and a pair of red female boxers. Her feet adjourned a pair of red slippers with candy cane pillow designs on the top. Her arms crossed over her growing chest and Ash blushed again, mentally screaming at himself for looking. “Well, are you going to answer me, or are you just going to stand there staring?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. You mean the snow, right?” Misty narrowed her eyes.
“What else would I mean?” She snapped.
“Another lover’s spat? Can’t you guys get through one day without these fights?” Brock asked, appearing behind Misty. He yawned and then screamed as Misty elbowed him hard in the stomach. He clutched his stomach painfully and crawled away from her. “Girls.” He muttered glaring at Misty.
“Now! As for you!” She said harshly, walking up to Ash, her index finger pointed at him accusingly. She grabbed him by the shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palms. “What did you think I meant?”
“Uh...the lights on the tree?” Ash said, glancing over at the tree quickly. She growled under her breath but took his answer.
“You owe me a better answer later. Get dressed. There’s a new blanket of snow and we’re going to spend the entire day playing. I’m gonna get the both of you in a snowball fight.” Ash smirked and shook his head.
“After throwing a pokéball for five years, I think I’ve gotten pretty good at throwing snowballs.”
“Yeah, well, after spending five years next to you, I’ve gotten to know all your throwing poses. I’ll be ready.” She countered, her eyes playing cat and mouse with his emotions. He finally gave up and stormed off into his room, a defeated look on his face. Brock chuckled and clicked his tongue.
“You two are always at it. So when you gonna tell him you love him?” Misty sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
“I’m getting to it. You’d better not drop any more clues. It’s getting really hard to come up with things to say to try and throw him off. I really don’t need our friendship broken over one thing.” She said softly, dropping her arms. “I’m gonna get into my snow clothes. Could you check the shed for the sled and other things like that?” Brock nodded and Misty went off to her room to change.
Bundle up tight
For a snowball fight
‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year

Your cheeks get red
From riding your sled
‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year

Ski down the slopes
As high as your hopes
‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year

I get a thrill
When I feel a chill
‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year

Picture a scene
A forest of green
A blue shutter cottage of gray

It doesn’t look right
Without a blanket of white
And a light brown Stantler pulling a bright red sleigh

There’s a season that’s neat
If you can’t take the heat
The days and nights are nice and icy clear

There’s a thrill in the air
When there’s a chill in the air
‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year
“Come on guys, let’s make a snow man!” Misty cried out as Brock dodged her final snowball. Ash nodded and ran over to her, breathing hard. She was right. She knew all his moves and dodged all but three snowballs. However, Brock got hit by at least twelve of them by him and maybe thirty by Misty. He, himself, got hit by seven of Brock’s snowballs, and every single one Misty threw at him hit him.
“I have a better idea, Misty!” He replied, a devious glint in his eyes.
“What’s that, Ash?” She asked, wondering what could be better than building a snowman.
“Let’s make a snow mon!”
She laughed as her eyes lit up. Ash smiled. He loved her laugh. “Perfect! How about a Tentacool?” She asked.
“Or a Fridgeotto!”
“Let’s build a Butterfreeze!” Ash chuckled.
Brock shivered. “Could we continue this discussion inside? Where it’s warm?” He begged.
“Oh come on, Brock. It’s cool out here.” Misty said convincingly.
“Yeah, too cool.” Brock sarcastically answered.
Misty and Ash looked at each other dangerously. “Misty, we got to get Brock to chill out.” Ash said, a hungry glint in his eyes. She nodded.
“I know how!”
“Me too!” Ash grabbed Brock by the collar and held his arms while Misty scooped up a load of snow and walked up to him. He struggled and began to shout.
“Wait no! Not snow down my back! Guys, don’t!” He begged as Misty dropped snow down his neck and it trailed down his back. He groaned and fell down in the snow, shivering furiously.
Picture a scene
A forest of green
A blue shutter cottage of gray

It doesn’t look right
Without a blanket of white
And a light brown Stantler pulling a bright red sleigh

If you can’t take the heat
There’s a season that’s neat
The days and nights are nice and icy clear

There’s a thrill in the air
When there’s a chill in the air
‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year

‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year
‘Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Brock sneezed as he tried to warm up. His bare chest fell out of the towel as he sat on the couch in nothing except his boxers, dry socks, and two towels, one wrapped around his middle, the other around his shoulders. He slowly sipped his hot chocolate while Ash and Misty sat on the floor in warm dry clothes, playing a game of Pokémon Trading Card. Misty hugged her red sweater to her body as she turned on her stomach, spreading her legs out behind her. Again she let her hair down and now it was flowing past her shoulders.
'I want to run my hand through her hair so much,' Ash thought, hiding his face, because he knew that if she saw him smiling she would ask why. “Okay, Misty. Pikachu’s Thundershock.” Misty grimaced as she looked at her Pokémon card.
“Damn.” She cursed. “Since electric is strong against Staryu, that means you do double damage and knock my Pokémon out, taking your last prize. I guess you win, Ash.” Ash laughed softly.
“You let me win.” He said plainly. She sat up sharply.
“Did not!” She cried.
“Yeah you did. You knew that I always choose my electric slash grass deck so you got your water slash flying deck. All of your water types are weak against grass and electric and your flying can’t take electricity. You let me win.”
“At least you won.” She whispered, looking away.
“I want a rematch later.” He said, leaning over the playing field. She looked up and came nearly nose to nose with Ash. “Okay?” His breath was sweet like he had crushed a million cinnamon candy canes and turned it into a mouthwash and was washing all day. Misty’s eyes watered and she nodded, her bangs hitting his forehead. She really wanted to be able to express her feelings for him without having to worry about their friendship. “Good.” He said and gently kissed her on the cheek. She blushed and he pulled away, getting up and walking into his bedroom.
When he left, Misty turned to Brock, her hand rising to her cheek. “Did he...?” She asked. Brock nodded, chuckling softly to himself. “Why?”
“Maybe it’s Christmas. By the way, Nurse Joy told me earlier there's a Christmas party tonight. We’re all going.” Misty’s eyes grew to shock.
“WHAT!” She screamed. Ash’s door flew open and he ran out into the living room. He shot a glare at Brock. “What do you mean we’re going to a party tonight? I have to find something to wear! What time does it start?” She yelled leaping to her feet. Ash breathed a sigh of relief.
“It starts at seven.” Ash said checking his watch. “Relax, Misty. I’m sure you can find something to wear. And if you can’t, just go naked. I’m pretty sure that’ll bring in some laughs.” Misty shot a very angry look at him.
“And if not, it’ll sure excite a few horny bastards.” This caused Brock to get slapped on the cheek. She growled at him and turned on her heal, heading to her room.
“Touchy.” Ash muttered under his breath as Misty passed him. She spun around and slapped him on his cheek also. She then ran into her room and slammed the door. Ash gently touched his cheek. “What’d I do?” He asked innocently. Brock shook his head.
“You’ll get used to it.” He said.
“I sure hope I don’t.” Ash answered. He flopped down on the couch next to his friend. “I really, really don’t want to get used to this.” He said.
Misty sobbed into her pillow. It killed her to slap Ash, but she knew she had to do it. Brock was used to getting beaten by her, mostly because he said something referring to the whole Ash and Misty Romance thing, or because he said something offensive, or really stupid to some girl and she had to pull him away by the ear. But Ash...she never liked hitting him. And she slapped him really hard too. Her hand was still hurting. Now she really had to find something really sexy to distract him from the whole slapping deal. She walked out of her room, past Brock, past Ash who was still rubbing his slapped flesh, and out the door. Ash jumped up and chased after her.
“Misty!” He cried, grabbing her wrist. She spun around, a new trail of tears running down her cheeks. “You’re crying.” He said. She looked at him like he had just said the stupidest thing in the world.
“I know.” She broke out through tears. “I’m going shopping.” She said and tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
“Misty, it doesn’t matter if you show up at the party in a gown or in rags, cause you’ll always be beautiful to me.” He whispered, pulling her into a loose hug. She smiled softly and enjoyed the feel of his body touching hers.
“That means a lot coming from you, but I still want to get something nice. I’ll be back in about an hour.” She said. Ash nodded and released her. She turned around and gently touched his cheek. “Get some ice on that. I didn’t mean to slap you that hard. Heck, I didn’t mean to slap you at all. It just came out. I’m sorry, Ash.” He smiled and turned to go back inside. She turned to face the opposite direction and ran off towards the mall.
Later that day, Misty returned back to the cabin with a bag in her hand. Brock and Ash were still sitting on the couch, Brock fast asleep, Ash watching TV. He sat up as he heard the door close. “Find something?” He asked.
Misty smiled. “Sure did. Wake up Brock. I’m gonna go put this on. I need some male opinions.” She said and rushed into her room.
Ash shook his head and began to tap Brock to wake him up. “Huh, wha...what’s going on? Ash? Aww, man, why’d ya haffta wake me up right before Jenny and Joy said ‘I do’?” Ash shook his head.
“Misty’s home and she wants us to rate her new outfit.” He said.
“Oh, boys.” Misty said in a very husky voice. The two turned to face their friend. She stepped out of the shadows and the boys’ jaws dropped.
“Wow.” Ash whispered, his eyes bulging. Brock, speechless, nodded. Misty wore a green mini skirt with white fur on the bottom, ankle high green boots, a green choker, a red bow in her hair and a spaghetti strap red top that formed a ‘V’ and showed a little cleavage. It also had a chest line that cut under her breasts, lifting them naturally. The top also had a fur wrapping around the bottom of the blouse. She also had her hair down from its side ponytail. Brock had to fight every urge not to jump up and ask her out, and Ash had to do the same. She was gorgeous.
“Well?” She asked, unpleased with her friends’ reactions.
“Yikes, Misty. If you show up in that, we might loose you forever to every single guy in the entire ballroom. You look absolutely gorgeous.” Ash said, standing up, taking her hands into his. “Do me a favor and save me a slow dance. I kinda want all the guys to be envious that I have the most beautiful girl in the room dancing with me.”
“Oh, Ash. Please.” She blushed deeply, turning away from him. “That’s rich. No guy I know would ever want me.” Ash smiled and hugged her again.
“She’s Ash’s girl. She’s Ash’s girl.” Brock repeated softly in his head as if he was fighting every urge to jump up. “Ah, screw this.” He leapt up to his feet and pushed Ash out of the way, grasping Misty’s hands. “Misty, forget Ash and go to the ball with me. Then maybe one day, we can get married.” Misty scrunched her brow. She freed one of her hands and slapped Brock.
“BROCK, WAKE UP!” She screamed loudly. Brock shook his head and rubbed his cheek. Misty crossed her hands in front of her chest. “It’s amazing to see what one outfit does to a guy friend.” She said. Brock hung his head apologetically.