Chapter Three

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

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Misty yawned and attempted to stretch when she realized that Ash's hand was restricting her from raising her left arm. A fine line of blush spread across her face. Ash blinked his eyes open and looked up at Misty.

"Good morning." He said, smiling sheepishly. Misty grinned and Ash's eyes widened. Misty frowned and crossed her arms.

"I don't look that bad when I wake up, to I?" She asked, preparing to smack him upside the head. Ash gulped and shook his head.

"You just have very...uh.. sharp... teeth." He said. Misty gasped and ran her tongue over the top row of her teeth. She flinched as a sharp edge nicked her. She clenched her fists and Ash gasped as they, along with his right hand, were engulfed in fire. Almost as fast as the flames had come, they diminished. The only difference was a pair of red boxing gloves. Ash flew backwards and clutched his chest.

"Uhh, Mist, I think you're turning into a pokemon." He said, fear evident in his eyes. Misty jumped out of bed. Ash choked and his hands flew to his eyes. Misty blushed and wrapped the quilt around her body, which was slightly difficult since she was wearing the boxing gloves.

"Ash, if what you're saying is true, then why are you afraid of me?" Misty asked once she had accomplished the task of wrapping the blanket around her. Ash peeked through his fingers and sighed.

"It's nothing like that, Mist, I had this dream that this would happen, and Team Rocket stole you, they experimented on you until you died." He said, tears brimming at the edges of his eyes when he remembered the events of his dream. Misty stared at her hands and furrowed her brows in concentration. Soon, the gloves disappeared in a flash of yellow fire. She flexed her fingers before walking over to Ash.

"If I do turn into a pokemon, I'd let you catch me before Team Rocket would even know that I was a pokemon." She said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ash gasped and looked at her cautiously.

"Really, are you sure about that, I mean, wouldn't you rather have Brock take you, he is better with taking care of pokemon." He asked. Misty stuck her tongue out in disgust and shook her head.

"Yeck, and have to listen to him flirt with every nurse Joy and officer Jenny he passed, I think not. Besides, you are just as good as Brock when it comes to pokemon." She said, sitting next to him. Ash hugged himself.

"Its just, that's what I did, in my dream, and then you came out of the pokeball to hit Brock for flirting with officer Jenny when Jessie and James appeared and took you away." He said, shuddering. Misty laid her head on his shoulder.

"Ash, I would only come out when you told me to." She said. Ash closed his eyes.

"Maybe, you won't turn into a pokemon, maybe you'll only be a half pokemon." He muttered, his eyes drooping drowsily. Misty smiled.

"Yeah, maybe." She whispered, when Ash didn't reply, she lifted her head to look at him. His mouth was slightly agape as he slept peacefully. Misty smiled and picked him up. She was surprised to find that he was much lighter than she expected as she placed him on her bed. Blushing heavily, she removed his shirt.

"I'm gonna borrow this." She whispered, her face a bright crimson as she scolded herself for looking at his now bare chest. Walking to the small bathroom across the hall, she quickly pulled his shirt on and slid the sheet down to her waist and tied it tightly to resemble a skirt. Checking the halls, she hurried to the receptionists desk and took a sticky note. She quickly scribbled something on it and went back to her room, coming out a minute later, she left in search for the cafeteria.

Ash groaned and searched for a sheet to pull over his body. Finding none, he opened his eyes and blushed when he realized that his shirt was missing. A purple sticky note was attached to his chest. He peeled it off.

"Borrowed your shirt, in the cafeteria, see you soon, Misty." He read. Chuckling, he got up. He was about to go look for the cafeteria when he realized that old women would not want to see a fourteen year old walking around without a shirt. Grumbling, he sat down to wait for Misty to return with his shirt.

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I know that this is a short chapter, sorry that its length is un- comparable to the other two chapters.