You Little Mind Reader!
written by:  Angelical Proportions
Part Number- 1
Catagory- AAMRN
E-mail- LilCupid40@yahoo.com

   Okay, this is just another Pokeshippy fanfic.  Don't ask me where I got the idea, I don't even know myself... Anyway, Just here to tell ya that I don't own Poke'mon or any characters related to Poke'mon.  Just your average author who likes to write stories based on AAML.   Well, here goes nothing!  Enjoy!
Oh, by the way, this *...* would be anything that I would like to point out in the story.

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"What desert is this Brock?"
"It's a hot one, that's for sure!"
"Yeah, I can already tell, you didn't need to point anything out at me, Misty."
"Well, I thought I shouldv'e looked back on all the times I had to point out everything at you!"
Ash got an idea.  
"So, you're saying that since that's the past, you don't need to remind me of anything now a days.  Aren't you."
"Uh..."  Misty was stumped, he was playing a whole new game with her.
"I thought so."  Ash said, giving her a sly look.
Misty chuckled.
"What? No smart comebacks?  No snyde remarks?  Jeez, that doesn't sound like that Ash Ketchum that I know...."
Ash seemed proud....
"...losing an argument to a petite girl like me..."
...until now, that is.
"Your not 'petite'!  You barely live up to the name of 'scrawney'!"
Misty was oh so full of rude remarks, but decided to play at his own game.
"That really hurt Ash... that really did hurt..."
Ash raised an eyebrow as he watched her put her hands to her face and start to cry.  He knew she was faking it at first, until they began to sound more realistic by the second.
"Hey Mist, I'm sorry for saying that.  I don't think your scrawney."
"Good."
Ash felt even more depressed when he heard her sobs sound more and more like laughter.  She tore her hands away.
"Cuz I still think you're a creep who stole my bike!"
"I didn't steal your bike!  I 'borrowed' it and I'll pay you back as soon as I get the money for one!"
"You didn't 'borrow' it!  Us humans pay eachother back right away when we borrow something, we don't wait an entire year!"
"Why you!"
"Guys, guys, come on, I'm trying to read this dumb map, will ya knock it off for now?! Please?!"
The two lowered their clenching fists from eachother's faces.

~~~about 2 hours later~~~

"I... am... so... thirs... ty..."  whined Ash.
"I think we're almost out of here, just about another mile."  Brock assured.
A humid breeze blew carrying the heat of the day along with it, causing the hot sand to whip up against the trio's legs.  The hot mid-day sun was beating down on their backs so harshly that it was nearly impossible to go any further.  Ash and Misty practically clung to eachother for support as they dragged their feet in front of Brock.   Brock watched the pleasing scene in from of him and thought of how cute it was.
"Oh, I would do anything for some water!"
"Anything?"  Misty asked hoping the answer would be a 'yes', the name 'water' must've made something clicked something in her brain... or maybe something else...
"Come on out Starmie!"  she said as she tossed a familiar pokeball into the air and out popped a (yet again) familiar pokemon.
"All right Starmie, I know ya got a bit of a water gun in ya somewhere.  Could you help us out a bit?  We're kinda dehydrated..."
The pokemon agreed, ofcourse.  The next thing you know, the once dried out group of pokemon trainers felt more newer and refreshed than ever.  As Ash was standing in the showering water, enjoying every moment of it, Misty decided to take control over the situation.
"All right now..."  she whispered as she approached him, like a tiger to it's prey.
"Oh Aaasshhh."  she called out.
"Huh?"
"I think you owe me something."
"What are you talking about?"
Misty slightly blushed.
"Well, you said that you'd do anything for some water."
"Yeah... so...?"  Ash was trying to figure out what she was trying to get at.
"Well... I gave you water, so you need to give back!"
"Oh."
"Now, I need you to do a little something for me."
Ash just stood there a second, waiting for her to continue.
"It'll just take a second."
He could tell that she wanted him to walk over there.
"Okay, now what?"  he asked as soon as he reached her.
"Now... I want you to give me a kiss."
"What?!"
"You called me scrawny for the 15th time this month, you owe me!"
"What?!  I'm not gonna kiss you!"
"Oh, yes you will!  Either you kiss me, or I'll make you thirst the rest of this trip through this desert!"
"I'm still not doing it!"
"Why not?!"
"Cuz I'm saving my lips for the right person, that's why!"
"Oh, I shoulda known... Ash, you're not... gay are you?"
"No!!!"
"Well then why are you so afraid of kissing me?!"
"I'm not afraid!"
"C'mon, just a little kiss on the cheek is all I'm asking for!"
"Oh..."  Ash lowered his defences a bit, and the mental picture playing in his mind slowly disinigrated.
"Oh, I don't know..."
"You are scared of kissing!"
"I am not!"
"Are too!
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Fine here!"  he yelled.
Ash grabbed her face and kissed her on the cheek... although it lasted longer than either of them had expected...
Soon, he released her face and walked away, hoping that he didn't show any blushing when he let go.
'Oh, my god.  I didn't think he'd actually do it!'  
'Ah!  I can't believe I just did that!'
Yet, somewhere in their minds they heard a small voice screaming, 'You did it!  You did it!  Hooray!!!'
   
   Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant, unexplainable shadow crossed Ash's path, making him stop in his tracks.  He looked up, preparing to see something out of 'Independance Day' or something.  Nope, it was a pokemon.  A very large, black, bird pokemon with a wingspan the size of a trailer, it's head as large as a car!   The feathers on the bird were so shiny, that it would make anyone shield their eyes if they weren't so busy being awestruck by it's beauty.  Each feather seemed to reflected a different color, sort of like black feathers, coated in different sorts of glazes.   It suddenly let out a shrieking cry, making everyone cover their ears, protecting their sense of hearing.  Then the bird flew away, making the desert sand swirl around it, blowing up into their faces, making them cough uncontrolably and sheild their eyes.   Ash watched as the bird flew off into the sunset.
"What was that?"  he asked.
No answer.
Just then, Misty came running up to where the bird had left something.
Feathers.
"Wow, take a look at these feathers!"  she said picking one up.
"Yeah, but... there's only two..."  Ash said.
"Hey Brock do you want one?"  Ash shouted over to Brock.
"Nah, I don't need one.  It's just a feather anyways.  It's not like it does any tricks or anything."  Brock joked.
"Oh, I don't know..."  Misty said examining her feather.
Ash was also looking at his own.  Suddenly, Misty felt... really... tired...
"Misty!"
Ash ran over and caught her before she fell to the ground.  Suddenly, Ash didn't feel too good himself, and fainted on the spot.  Brock watched in  horror as Ash and Misty lay in a motionless heap.

   "Hey Ash, you okay?"
"Huh, Brock, what happened?  What time is it?"  Ash noticed a slight change in the light.
"It's a little past midnight.  I think you fainted cuz of the heat.  Misty too."
"Oh! Misty!  Is she allright?!"
"Yeah, she's fine.  She's still out though.  She's in her tent if you wanna see her."
"Yeah..."  he said in a "well duh!" sort of tone, and ran out the tent.
"Misty?"  he asked before entering her tent.
No answer.
He unzipped the entrance and crawled in.
There she was.  Misty was lying, sprawled out on her sleeping bag, sleeping.  Her hair was undone out from the usual hairband and was spread out on the small pillow.  She looked so peacefull while she was sleeping.
'and harmless...'  Ash thought, rubbing his cheek where she had smacked him a few days ago for reading a page from her diary.
All of the sudden, an image shot itself into Ash's mind, which completely caught him off guard.  It was... a... a wedding?  Yes! It was a wedding!  There was the slight sound of the wedding march as a familiar friend of him slowly walked down the isle in a beautiful wedding gown.  
'That's Misty!'  Ash's mind screamed.
Then, the image changed to where the preacher was standing and there was... the groom...
Ash gasped at what he saw.  His throat went dry.  He realised... yes he was sure that... no... yes... *Yes we all know what's next don't we?*  ... he was the... groom!!  The song ended, the preacher began.  The voices were faint, but the words were quite clear.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to..."
'No!  Where is this coming from, I have to know!'  Ash thought as he looked around frantically.  He was desperate for an answer, any answer.  That was when his eyes were fixated on Misty.
She was, without a doubt, smiling.
Ash's eyes widened.  Was this her dream?
'Pfft, from the way I know Misty, this is definatley her kind of dream.' Ash thought.
Did that mean, that he was experiencing part of her personal life?  
'I guess so...but then that means...'
A smile crossed Ash's face.
"Oooooh, I like this..."  he said quietly.
Ash laid down next to Misty and closed his eyes, letting the scene play on and on, hoping that something outrageous would happen.
"I now pronounce you man and wife.  You may kiss the bride."
Ash was preparing for the worst. That was when everything wet blank.
"Awww, man!"  Ash muttered.  
He opened his eyes and found a very angry red-head up in his face, staring him down.
"Uhhhh...."  Ash chuckled.
"What are you doing in my tent?"  Misty asked.
Ash had to think of something, quick.
"Oh, Misty, I had one of the most greatest dreams about you!"  he said, changing the subject.
"Really?"  Misty asked sweetly, her mood completely changed, but only for a few seconds.
"Yeah!"  
Misty mentally kicked herself for being so taken by his words and quickly said,
"Then go dream of me in your own tent."
And with that, Misty rolled over into her sleeping bag, closing her eyes and expecting him to leave soon.
"Actually, I..."  Ash sighed "Misty, I saw your dream."
Her eyes immediantly sprung open.
"What?"
"I know what you dreamt about."
"You do?"
"Down to every last detail."
"How?"
"I don't know.  I came in here a few minutes ago to check on you and it was like, a vision that suddenly burst in my mind."
Misty thought a while.  It was definatly impossible.
"Are you kidding?"
"Do I sound like I'm kidding?"
"You always sound like your kidding."
"Misty..."  Ash tried to sound as serious as possible (which was kinda hard).
"All right, Ash, if you know my dream, then what was it about?"
"Welllllll... about a certain Misty Ketchum... should I go on any further?"  Ash asked teasing her deliberatly.
"No."  Misty quickly sat up.
Ash laughed.
"Well how did you..."
Something suddenly hit Misty.
"Ash, I didn't know your name was Ashton."  she said with a smile.
Ash's laughter suddenly stopped.
"Hey! I never told you that!"
"I know."  Misty giggled.
Ash gasped.
"Your dad's name was Joe."
"Your mom dates Prof. Oak!"
"One of your sisters was a marine!"
"You own pink boxers!"
"You've dyed your hair blue before!"
"You've got pictures of me beside your bed!"
"You write about me in your diary!"
"Wait!  No more!  Let's just close our minds, okay?  I can't take this anymore!"  Misty shouted, clasping her head.
"But, Misty, it's fun!"
"Well, sure it's fun now, but what if we get too personal?  Some secrets were meant to stay secret!"
"But, Misty, it's just us, no one else will know.  They can be our secrets."
Misty took a long, hard look at him.
"You know that once we're through,... I'm gonna know EVERYTHING about you, right?"  Misty made sure that she pronounced the word 'everything' good enough to make Ash change his mind.
Ash swallowed hard.  Yeah, EVERYTHING did have a few drawbacks.
"Oh... uh, nevermind then..."
He remembered some very personnal stories about his past and didn't really feel like sharing them with anyone at all, especially a girl... especially Misty......
"But first we'll have to figure out how to sheild our minds."  Misty said.
"All right."
"You know... so that I know you're not going to raid my mind like a refridgerator or something."
"What?!  What are you talking about?!  I'll bet you'd practically search through my mind like your own little library!"
There was silence.
"Ash, imaging a brick wall won't work"
"It did in that movie."
"This isn't a movie."
More silence.  Misty sighed.
"I can't get it either."  Ash said in a depressed tone.
'Think, Misty, think!  Maybe the source of this problem has the cure!'
Ash didn't really need to think of anything, he just had to listen to Misty's mental voice as she dragged him through recent events of the day.  That was when she hit the scene wherre he had kissed her before.  The two immediantly blushed on the playing scene.   Then, it shifted to the time where they found the strange feathers, they fainted, then there was blackness for a while.
"The feathers!"  They both shouted.
"It must be those weird feathers!"
"Brock said it was the heat, though."
"But, Ash, didn't you just feel a weird sort of energy coming from the feather when you picked yours up?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Go get yours."
"All right."
Ash ran from Misty's tent to his own.  Brock peeked out and asked Ash, "Hey, is everything allright?  I heard shouting."
"Everything's fine Brock."  
"Ok."
Ash dodged into his tent in search of his feather.  That was when his head hurt... bad!  It felt as if someone had peirced his head with a steak knife.  Ash moaned a bit grasping his skull, but the aching grew worse, then it suddenly began to fade... until it was gone.
"Ow!  Gah!  Ouch!!!"  he heard Misty yell.
Ash collected his strangth to get up and jumped out of his tent, but landed in the sand face first.  The headache returned.  He heared Misty yell even more. Then, the sharp pain stopped.  So did her screaming.  Ash immediantly jumped to his feet and ran to her tent.   As soon as he got near her tent, his head was filled with many mental outbursts that sounded just like Misty, screaming and cursing in pain,  then, they slowly stopped.   It didn't take long for him to burst through the entrance.
"What's wrong?!"
"I don't know, I just had the worst headache right after you left, but it only lasted for a minute."
"I had a headache too.  What just happend?"
"I don't know.  Did you get the feather?"
"Uh... no.  The minute I reached my tent, you started screaming."
"Oh... well then go get it!"
"Ok."
But as soon as he jumped out of her tent and began to walk to his own the pain was back.  He backed up a little and it stopped.
'Weird.'  he thought.
He tried moving forward again, but it returned.  He backed up and it was gone.
"Uh oh."  he thought.
"Ash?"  he heard Misty in his mind.
"I think you bet..."  her voice trailed off as he walked forward a little.  
The pain threatened him and he took a small step back.
"Ash!  You idiot!  quit walking off, it's giving me a migraine!  Litteraly!"  he heard the mental voice again.
"Ash I think you better come back."
He lowered his head and walked back to her head.
'I don't get it.'  he said to her as he sat down next to her.
'I think that we need to stick together now.  I think that if you start to leave, we'll have to go through that thing again.'
The two sat in silence and had a mental conversation.
'So, what about the feathers?  What's the deal?  I mean they're just feathers.'
'Ash, can't you put two and two together?  They're the reason why we got some sort of ESP.'
'Well, yeah, but this is worse.  I mean, we're like, open to eachother, like... like diaries without locks.'
'And we can't do anything about it...'
'Yeah.'
Misty sighed.  'What a day!'
'Yeah, I know.  I'll bet Brock's asleep.  He would've heard you scream.  So, I guess he can't help right now...'
'Guess we'll hafta wait 'till tomorrow, then...'
'I guess...'
Misty laid back in her sleeping bag and closed her eyes.
"Hey!  Wait a minute!  Where do I sleep?!"  Ash yelled out loud.
"Oh.  Yeah, where do you sleep?"
Misty looked around.  The tent they were in wasn't really made for two people and she wasn't really prepared for this kind of weird situation.
"I guess you'll have to sleep where your sitting."
"I can't sleep here!  I only got a foot of space over here!  I don't even have a pillow or anything."  Ash complained, looking down where he was sitting.  
"Well, you was laying there when I woke up."
Ash looked down.
"Ash, it's either in here, or outside my tent in the dirt."
"All right."  Ash said quietly and he lay down on his side on the hard floor of the tent.
He closed his eyes preparing for sleep.  After a few minutes of laying on the cold, smooth tent material lacking sleep, Ash felt something warm and soft on his cheek.  He open his eyes and saw... Misty pushing her pillow over to where Ash was laying.
"Here.  We can share."  she said in a soft tone, almost a whisper.
"Huh?"
"Do you want to share my pillow or not?"  Misty asked, a little bit more louder with a hint of defense rising in her voice.
"Oh... uh... sure.  I guess."
Misty watched as he picked up his head and laid it on her pillow really carefully, like it was going to explode or something, watching her strangly the whole time.
Once he was comfortable, she smiled and laid her head down next to his, but facing the opposite direction, to where he was facing the back of her head.  Ash suddenly got a strange feeling, like something was sort of forcing him to do something, but he ignored it.
"G'night Misty."
"Good night, Ash."

<<<<<The Next Morning>>>>>

"Morning Ash."
Ash opened his eyes to see his smiling friend leaning above him, which sort of shocked him a bit.  What a wake up call!
"Uh... morning Misty."
That was when the smell of Brock's pancakes filled the tent.
"Mmmm, Desert Pancakes."  Ash said, sarcastically.
Misty laughed and the two walked out of the tent.
"Hey Ash!  What were you doing in Misty's tent?"  Brock's expression quickly changed.
"Uh..."  Ash blushed a little.
"Nevermind, I don't want to know."
'I don't think we should tell him.'  Misty told Ash telepathically.
'Me neither.'
"Allright!  Pancakes anyone?"
"Sure!"  Ash brightened up a bit.
"I would!"  Misty said.
The two ran over to a mat on the ground and sat down next to eachother.  Brock sat in front of them with a plate of pancakes.  He smiled.
"What?"  Misty asked.
"Wa-what?"  Ash asked looking at Misty, then at Brock.
Brock frowned.
"Oh, nothing.  I just thought you two would've paired up by now."
"What?!"
"What does that mean?"  Ash asked.
'Paired up, you know, like girlfriend and boyfriend?'  Misty transfered her thoughts to Ash.
"Huh? No!"  Ash yelled at Brock.
"Hey, fine, sorry!"

***End Ch.1***
You like?  You hate?  You don't care?  I do!  Whaddya think? Well, chapter 2 is coming soon, so don't freak out on me!  *Imitates Arnold*  "I'll be back!"