Title: Work
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping/WataShi (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #41, Work
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Shonen-ai

 

            gHello. May I take your order?h

            The Dragon Master raised his eyebrows, but made no further comment save for a gOrange crème milkshake, small please.h Ash nodded cheerfully, relaying the order in Spanish to one of the servers as he grinned.

            gNever thought Ifd see you working here.h Lance said quietly, taking a sip of his milkshake at the counter. Ash did look awfully cute in that bright red hat and vest. Outside, golden arches twinkled brightly.

            gItfs an experience.h The Orange Island Champion grinned. gAnd I never thought youfd eat fast food.h

            Lance raised an eyebrow at that, as Ash colored. gWell! You look so skinnych

            gIfm glad I meet your approval. Getting real-life experience, ne?h

            gYes.h Ash chirped. gIfd like to talk more, but my shift doesnft end for another half-hour, and Ifm not suppose to chat on the job.h

            gNo problem.h Lance nodded. gIfll meet you outside then.h

            gOkay!h

 

            Half an hour later, the Dragon Master swooped down in front of the restaurant on his Dragonite. Ash was already waiting, now out of his uniform and back in his jeans and black t-shirt.

            Ash smiled as he hopped on with a grin. gSurprised?h

            gQuite. I was under the impression you were training off in the Shinou Region.h Lance said dryly.

            gWell! I didnft want anyone to find out about my job.h Ash said defensively. Lance held up his hands in a placating manner, and the fit subsided.

            gI donft think any less of you.h

            gReally?h

            gReally. And now that Ifve abducted you, may I take you out to dinner?h

 

            Ash beamed. gSure, as long as itfs not fast food. Ifm sick of burgers and French fries. I didnft even know that was possible.h

            Lance chuckled. gAs you wish.h

            And that was that.        

 

End Fic

Completed 2/27/07

Sometimes, I really, really hate my jobc ugh. Minimum wage jobs SUCK. And Ifve written enough complaining about economics and public speaking, or so I believe, but I still have 20 themes to go for onec