Therapy
By Shadow Pikachu and Shadow Squirtle


	“Are you sure about this Dawn?” Brock asked.
	“Positive. This man is the best therapist in the world! I’m sure that 
he can help Ash…Somehow,” Dawn stated.
	“I hope you’re right,” Brock said, lifting the black haired boy onto a 
table, “But why does he have to be asleep?”
	“Because, Dr. Drittle can only help a patient if he learns what they 
dream about,” Dawn stated.
	“Wait, how does he do that?” Brock asked.
	It was then that a tall man came out to greet them.
	“Ah! You must be the Ketchum group. I am Dr. Klaus Drittle. Now who is 
the one in need of my assistance,” the man said.
	“Hi, I’m Brock. That’s Dawn standing there. This is Ash and his 
Pikachu,” Brock introduced, trying to keep Ash from rolling off the table.
	“Ash is the one that needs your help,” Dawn stated.
	“I see. Bring him into my office,” the Drittle said.
	Brock lifted Ash onto his back and struggled into the office. 
	“He weighs more than he looks,” Brock complained. 
	“Set him on the table over here,” Drittle said.
	Brock gently set Ash on the table and sat on the floor. Drittle came 
over and called out his pokemon. A Drowsee and an Abra. They both performed 
confusion on Ash. The next thing they knew, they could see into Ash’s dreams. 
Brock looked around and it looked so familiar.
	“It couldn’t be, could it?” Brock whispered.
	It was then that he spotted Ash. He was sitting by a river that Brock 
was certain he had seen before. Then out of nowhere, a carrot colored hair 
girl appeared.
	“Misty?!” Brock gasped.
	“Hey that’s the girl that Ash has a lure of!” Dawn pointed out.
	Misty walked over to Ash and sat beside him.
	“Surely you remember this place, Ashy boy.” Misty teased
	“Of course. This is where we first met. I where I realized that you’d 
be a major part of my life,” Ash said.
	“Why’s that?” Misty smiled.
	“Why? Well let’s see…You were always there for me no matter what. I 
don’t think that I could live without you. I love you Mist.”  Ash said 
staring at the water.
	Misty gently pulled his head to face her. Brock’s jaw had hit the 
ground. He always knew Ash loved Misty, but to think that he was a romantic. 
Perhaps he should ask him for advice.
	“I love you too, Ash,” Misty said before kissing him.
	Pikachu’s mouth. Even for a dream, this was unreal.
	“Misty,” Ash whispered.
	But before he could say a word, a blood curdling scream could be heard. 
They looked up to a cliff and saw Mrs. Ketchum hanging off the side. Ash 
jumped up and started to run toward her. But then, something grabbed his left 
arm and pulled him back. Then Team Rocket came and stole his pokemon. Ash 
tried to save them but something grabbed his right arm and pulled him back 
further. Then his friends, dream images of them, came up and grabbed his 
stuff and burned it. Another thing grabbed Ash’s left leg and pulled him 
further back. Then, Paul of all peoples showed up, and he killed Misty. One 
last thing came up and grabbed Ash’s right leg. He was pulled onto a board 
where he was bound and gagged. It was that time that a dark Misty appeared 
and came up to him. Then she stabbed him.
	That’s where the dream ended. The imaged died when Ash awoke, screaming 
his lungs out. Not that they could blame him for it. Not after what they saw.
	“I see. Your friend has many fears. But his biggest fear is the loss or 
betrayal of that Misty girl. The only treatment that I see fit is for you to 
get the two to confess their innermost feelings for one another.” Drittle 
stated, giving Ash something to drink.
	“Wait, how do you know that Misty likes him that way?” Brock asked.
	“Easy. She was my last patient before him. She’s in the next room. Take 
him there,” Drittle chuckled.
	They did. Well, actually they threw him into the room and left him in 
there with Misty.  When they checked up on them, well let’s say that they 
needed their alone time.
	“You were right, Dawn. This guy is good. I don’t think that Ash will be 
waking us up with his screams throughout the night now,” Brock stated.
	“Yep. A little therapy goes a long way,” she said.
	“I think that he’ll have plenty of therapy from now on,” Brock said, 
looking at the closed door, “Yep. Plenty of therapy.”