Ash and Misty's love

part Three

Disclaimer: If I owned Pokemon, I wouldn't be here now, would I?

Author's note: Oh my gosh! Its been months since the last part! I'm so sorry!
I thought I was gonna kill this story, but I realized it would be evil to do
that at a cliffhanger, so I decided to continue. 
[insert author's pathetic excuses here] Thanks to everyone that reviewed, 
though! Enjoy!

Misty's POV

"Ash!" I cried in horror when I saw the explosion. I felt a sinking feeling in
my stomach when I thought of the possibility that he could be...I just
couldn't imagine losing Ash. I tried to run through the smoke to get to Ash,
but I couldn't see anything, and I had to stop to cough violently.

Brock had already set Vulpix on team rocket, as he sent them blasting off with
a flame thrower. I've never seen look him look so angry. Normally, Brock was a
very composed person. As the smoke cleared, we both ran to him at the same
time.

He was laying on his back. The force of the blast had sent him away from the
source of the explosion. His jacket and jeans were blackened and his right arm
and leg were bent oddly from the impact of the ground. He was unconscious. I
could see the deep gash on his forehead were he must have hit his head. I
could tell that he was still alive from the slow rise and fall of his chest.
He still held Pikachu in his arms.

Brock looked at me nervously. I could see the horror in Brock's face when he 
reached out to see if Pikachu was alive.

"Is Pikachu...?" I whispered quietly, not wanting to believe the worst.

Brock's face grew pale, as he waited a few seconds with his hand on Pikachu's
heart.

"Brock.." I asked softly. "Is..Pikachu..?"

He closed his eyes painfully. "Dead." Brock whispered.

I gasped. No... I looked at Ash, and my heart sunk lower.

"I'll get help." Brock whispered.

I nodded. Then I thought of something. "What if he wakes up and asks about..?"
I gulped, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"Just don't tell him." Brock ordered, before running to get an ambulance.

I gently extricated Pikachu from Ash's hands. I couldn't look straight at
Pikachu, when I did this, or Ash.

*I couldn've pushed them out of the way..I could've stopped Meowth from
pushing the button..* I thought with a sudden surge of guilt.

I grasped his motionless hand somberly with the sudden realization that I
could have prevented this.

I felt his hand move slightly and I looked into his eyes, which were now
open. Pikachu was behind me, so he couldn't see what had happened to it.

He coughed, and I was about to urge him not to speak, but he looked up at me,
ignoring my warnings.

"Where's...Pikachu...?" he asked wearily.

"Ash...just relax..." I said as gently as I could, putting my hand on his
unhurt shoulder.

"Where's..Pikachu?" he asked, getting more urgent and panicked.

"Pikachu is with Brock..." I lied. I hated lying to him. Inwardly, I prayed
that he wouldn't ask me again or doubt me. I knew I couldn't lie to him again.

He calmed down somewhat. If he didn't believe me, he made no verbal objection.

He tried to roll over on his side, but he winced in pain when he did this
action.

"Ash...?" I asked gently, hoping that he was okay. "..are you alright?"

He looked at me sadly for a moment, but his sadness changed to an expression
of pain. He held his hand to his side.

I could see blood running through his fingers.

"Ash!" I cried, horrified at the discovery of a new injury. "hang on!"

I could faintly hear the ambulance in the backround.

"Help is coming soon." I assured him. He gripped my hand tightly.

I tried to smile at him reassuringly, but it was hard to be encouraging when
I was terrified for him myself.

"Misty..I.." he began. I could see it in his eyes. He was trying to tell me
"goodbye." I couldn't..wouldn't accept it.

"ASH KETCHUM, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DIE!" I yelled. I saw the shocked
expression on his face, and I continued more gently, "I..I.." then I looked
into his eyes.

I couldn't say it.

"I...think you can pull through Ash..you're strong.."

The emergency workers ran to him, and they placed him on the stretcher. Brock
helped them carry Ash into the ambulance.

"Is anyone going to ride with him?" one of the emergency workers asked.

I looked at Brock, begging him silently.

"You can ride with him." he said softly.

"Thank you.." I said, hugging him gratefully, before climbing into the
ambulance.

End Part Three

Sorry, I took so long for this part. I choose to blame Chemistry and Latin
I'll try to write the other parts faster than three months.
I'm sorry this part was bad and short, but I was writing my Huckleberry Finn
censorship paper the same time I wrote this.

Just wanted to add, I just watched Serial Experiments Lain and it rules!!!
I reccomend it to everyone! Well, if you like trippy stuff, that is.