AVALANCHE!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokémon.

Summary: Ash and Misty are hit by an avalanche.

Note: This means speech. This means thoughts

Part 1.

“Wow, this is great! Thanks for this, Mrs. K.!” Misty grinned wildly as she looked around the lodge. “That’s okay, Misty dear.” Delia smiled as her little adopted family explored and claimed their rooms. And argued of course. “I call this room!” “Hey, I’m in that one!” “Not anymore, cause I called it first.” Misty stuck her tongue out at Ash. “Why don’t you share?” May said, grinning and ready to dodge. Misty stared at May and shook her head. “You’re sick, girl. Seriously. I think the cold has gotten to your brain already.” Ash made a face. “Yeah, it’s tough enough sharing a camp-site with Misty, why would I wanna share a room with her?” Everyone paused and glanced at each other. “I’m, not touching THAT one with a twenty-foot barge pole.” Misty blushed and closed the door. “Hey, that’s MY room!”

“Ooh, he’s cute.” May giggled. Misty nodded. “Yeah, if he was a bit hotter, I’d consider taking a refresher course...” The two girls looked at each other and giggled. Ash frowned and glared over at the ski-instructor who was occupying their attention. Brock and Tracey smirked as Delia shook her head slowly. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, she kinda had to agree with the girls on this one... “Come along, otherwise nobody will be skiing today.” She looked each of them over as they went into the rental shack. ‘Oh, dear...’ Ash was still fuming and muttering softly to himself as he walked past her, but quickly forgot all about it when he saw the selection of skis and gear inside. Soon, everyone was laughing as they looked around before making their choices. “Okay, I think I’ll try, the snowboard.” Misty nodded to herself and lifted it off the rack. Ash looked at it curiously. “How are you supposed to stay up on that thing, anyway?” Misty smiled. “It’s kinda like, a skateboard, or a surfboard, just without the wheels or fins, that’s all.” Ash shook his head in wonderment. “I’ll stick with skis, if it’s all the same to you.” Misty shrugged. “Suit yourself, Ash.” “Hey, Misty?” She glanced over at him as she tried the board for size. “Yeah?” “What’s with the blue bag, anyway?” She glanced down at her waist and smiled. “Oh, that’s something that I like to call my ski kit. It’s just a bunch of things that might come in handy if there’s a problem, that’s all.” Ash frowned. “But, how do you know if you’ll need it?” “Better to have and not need, than to need and not have, Ash.”

“Everyone, get ready, bend your knees, annnnd here it comes.” Soon everybody was on the ski-lift and on their way up the mountain. On the first chair were Delia and Professor Oak. Just behind them was Brock and Tracey, who was sketching everything in sight. Brock was trying to peel the frozen drool off his chin after seeing some girls zip by below. On the chair behind them, Misty shook her head hopelessly, and tried to help Ash remove his tongue from where it had frozen to the chair-lift. “Idiot.” “Duptdupt, Bifsy.” ( that’s ‘Shut up, Misty’, in case you didn’t know.). May and Max giggled in the chair behind them as Ash groaned when Misty grabbed his ear. “What was that, Ash Ketchum?!” “Dodhing!” (‘Nothing!’). “Owww!” “There, next time, I’m leaving you here.” “Danks, Bifsy.” (‘Thanks, Misty.’). “Idiot.”

“Prepare for trouble, its sub-zero!” “Make it double, we’re no heroes!” “That doesn’t even rhyme!” Misty shouted as Team Rockets balloon descended. “Shut up, twerpette!” “Yeah, do you have any idea how hard it is to make a balloon fly in this weather!” James grimaced. “Yeah, why couldn’t you twerps go somewhere warm for your vacation.” Meowth groaned from under several layers of blankets. Misty grinned. “Well, we can’t always make it easy for you, now can we?” Jessie’s head enlarged comically as she screamed back at them. “Shut up! Now hand over Pikachu, and... hey, where’s Pikachu?!” Misty shrugged. “He decided he’d rather be fed his own weight in marshmallows by some ski bunnies back at the lodge.” “Don’t remind me.” Brock groaned, wiping a tear away. “Those were MY ski bunnies!” he shouted as everyone sweat-dropped.

“Anyway...” Misty continued, rolling her eyes at Brock. “He’s not here, so go away please.” She stretched up and snapped a small icicle of the top of the chair, reached back and threw it at the balloon, piecing it’s thin skin. “Whaaaaaaa!” The trio of losers screamed as the balloon started to zip about wildly. Suddenly, it veered around and slammed into the chair-lift, knocking Ash and Misty’s chair loose before finally shooting away and slamming into the top of the mountain. “Looks like Team Rock...!” Their scream was cut off. The chair fell, spiralling, with Ash and Misty clinging on to it for dear life whilst their friends and family screamed from above.

“Oooff!” Misty grunted as she landed in a deep snowdrift and lay dazed for a moment before finally standing up looking about for Ash. Hearing a noise, she looked up and saw her friends, waving and pointing desperately towards the summit. ‘Are they saying they’ll see me there...?’ Looking towards the peak, looming above her, Misty’s confusion turned to horror as she saw and recognised the wall of white death speeding towards her. ‘Oh, no...’ Whirling around, she spotted a large rock with an overhang off to her right. Picking up the unconscious Ash around the waist, she crunched her way towards the rock through the deep snow, only now noticing pain shooting up her left leg with every step. Above, her friends could only watch in horror as the chair-lift moved on, blocking their view of the scene below as the avalanche swept over the spot where the two teens had landed.

To be continued...

Oooh, cliff-hanger! Part two, will Ash and Misty be alright? They’ve survived the avalanche, but can they survive being buried alive? We also find out just how prepared Misty can be... stay tuned!

PROFESSOR WOLFSBANE.

1-Nov-09.