Title: Too slow
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #72, Slow
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: AU fanon, shonen-ai

Lance settled his wings behind his back as he stared up at his father, his expression oddly contemplative. Waiting.

“Why do you wish for me to do this?” Lugia finally said. “I thought you were happy.”

Lance shook his head, and his eyes were sad. “I lied.”

“No.” Lugia said. “You would not lie to me. You were happy, weren’t you?”

“You could always read my heart better than I could, Father.” Lance acquiesced. “But I saw the flames in his eyes this morning, and I knew. I knew that it was over. I suppose I should be grateful – I had him for a time, and now…” He shivered. “I would rather forget. It is cruel and selfish, but…”

“But you cannot help it. Your love is your sword, but it is a double-edged sword and you bleed for his treason.” Lugia sighed. “Of course I will help as much as I am able.” A faint blue aura shimmered around him and Lance closed his eyes in thanks.

< Forget him then… forget him. I shall weave ice and iron around your heart and you shall never love another then. Perhaps then, you will find peace, my Child… >

Lance slumped to the ground, wings vanishing, and Lugia watched as he slept peacefully. Moments passed, before he awoke, and nodded.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

His boots clicked slightly against the floor, and the moment he stepped outside of the Islands, it was complete.

The next morning, when Red tried to call him, he received only an answering machine, and the day after, he was the only one who remembered who Lance was.

End Fic

Completed 2/25/07

This will have a sequel, hopefully a happy one, or at least a ‘How Red thinks’ thing…