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Doctor Who-We Are Not Over There [Fanfiction]

We Are Not Over There

Soaring across the skies of the heavy traffic junctions of Kledbal, Blue Transit was caught in a precarious situation. And the passengers hadn’t even tipped its pilot yet.

Colby screamed into the com-link attached to his helmet, desperate to hear a voice on the other end, his hands trembled as he tried to maintain his grip on the ship’s steering wheel.

“Red W, this is Blue Transit, I repeat, this is Blue Transit…its Colby, they’re overwhelming us, I need a clear as path as you light for us”

To maintain vital communication with Red W, there had to be a clear visual, something made impossible by dreary and murky clouds forming in front of him, making it not just difficult to see, but difficult to speed up the acceleration of the ship as he feared he might crash into Red W.

“I thought you said the skies were clear Doc”

“I can’t predict the forecast Graham, I’m not a weather person” said The Doctor.

“Yeah, well it’s a bit murky now, all those drones flying overhead emitting that flaky smoke” Graham pointed out.

“Sorry, are you telling me these conditions are deliberate?” asked Colby in a state of panic.

“Hey, you’ve got a good eye there Graham” The Doctor observed.

“It must be the work of the Kilaters, part of their protests” Colby explained

“Oh protests? Me and Grace did a few of those. All peaceful. Frankly she only went for the free cups of Nescafe they passed out on their tidier breaks” Graham admitted.

“Everything is under control, I assure you, and Red W will light the path” Colby assured his passengers.

“You’ve put a lot of faith in Red W, but how do you think they’re coping right now? They may need someone in front of their path to light their way”

“It’s so much easier where they are, it should be” Colby replied, desperation in his voice, almost needy. He depended on a clearer path.

“Well, we are not over there are we? But I bet you want to be, so own it, and take us high up. Go on”

Colby was hesitant.

“I’ve never broken tradition before”

“That’s what the Kilaters are probably counting on, they want to change the world around them because it’s inflexible, kept in the same corner, don’t just sit in that corner, kick away at it ’till you break down the barriers it forms a part of. Everyone on every world, be it your own or one alien to you, has moments where they refuse to sit well over there and light their own way home, showing everyone how big and brave they were for doing it all by themselves”

Colby pulled up, the gravity of the high altitude pushing his gums back over his teeth, but he preserved and Blue Transit soon rode clear of the fog, flying over Red W and making a beeline for home.

“You’d make a class substitute for Frizzle on the magic school bus someday Doc”

“River rode it, she said it was rubbish” The Doctor replied.

Be Cool Scooby Doo-Keeping Cool Ain’t All That Simple [Fanfiction]

Keep Your Cool

Daphne was the first to receive the phone call, but Velma had been the first of the gang to arrive on the scene.

A look of stone was etched across her features, refusing to let any emotion in as the fire-fighters scrambled to contain the blaze and the paramedics scrambled to stabilise their patients’ body as they loaded him into the ambulance and transport him to the emergency wing.

Velma rode with the patient to the hospital, making sure to keep Daphne informed at every stage of the journey via phone.

The patient briefly stirred, and begged Velma to come closer so he could whisper a haunting truth in her ear. Velma immediately contacted Daphne to share what she had learned, knowing it would break her just as much as it had shattered the life of her friend.

Daphne knocked the door frantically on Shaggy’s front door, doing a few extra push-ups and rubbing her knees like they had heated blisters. She was eager to get a move on.

Finally, the door opened, Shaggy scratched the pits of his arms, his eyes barely registering with the person in front of him. His facial hair had grown by a couple of inches overnight, making him look far bushier than his usual appearance cared to look.

“Daph? Like, it’s eight o’clock, that’s no time for me to be up. Me and Scoob have our snacks at ten sharp; every other hour beforehand is our siesta”

“It’s Fred, his dad…he tried to kill him this morning” Daphne began.

Shaggy paused, he pondered, and he darted back inside, shaved the few extra inches of hair off his chin, pulled on his brown pants and green t-shirt, and woke his Dane Scooby Doo up.

“Come on, Fred needs family” he said, grabbing Daphne’s hand

“Somehow I think family is his least favourite word right now” said Daphne.

Arriving at the hospital, Shaggy asked the doctors where Fred Jones had been stationed.

Easier asked then answered.

There were numerous Fred Jones, some of them even had middle names like Quincy, and Shaggy had to end up describing Fred and showing the nurse photos of him and the gang on cases to get some traction.

All the while Daphne huddled closer to Scooby, gently stroking the back of his long smooth brown fur with her right hand, her eyes gazing into his big bright pupils, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a Fred Jones sock puppet, placing it on Scooby’s left paw.

“Could you do me a favour and bring Fred to life for me? I know he isn’t really dead, but I just need him in this room with us right now”

“Ree rizz Rang, rooks rike rhe riminal ripped through ror ringers”

“You can say that again” Daphne muttered.

“Ree rizz rang…” Scooby began again, delighting Daphne that he’d taken her literally.

Finally, Shaggy got word on where Fred had been transferred to, and told Daphne to get a move on with Scooby in tow.

They made their way to Ward HB 18, Velma was waiting for them.

“Like, how is he Velms?” asked Shaggy.

“He’s going in for emergency surgery, they estimate he’ll survive, but they’ll have to place him in one of those medically induced comas” she explained.

“Why did his dad try to blow him up?” Daphne asked.

“Yeah, like, how do you know it was him?”

“Fred told me he’d received a note, It was in his handwriting, it was also laced with an explosive ink that reacts to the words and self-destruct code uttered by the person reading the note out” Velma replied.

“How does that work if you DON’T read it aloud?” asked Shaggy

“Gullibility, Fred has it in spades, that and Plot induced stupidity” Velma added.

“Something about this doesn’t sit right, we know Professor Huh is a criminal, but he went to bat for us, helped clear our names, and in exchange all he wanted was his freedom, and Fred gave it to him, and then he goes and repays him with this?”

“You know something? It could have just been his way of trying to reach Fred with a sincere, heartfelt letter, since leaving a video message would mean the feds or Fred could deduce his last port of call, and self destructing the letter probably wouldn’t have caused half the damage it’d done if Fred hadn’t read it right next to the Mystery Machine, which was loaded with fresh fuel” Velma explained., trying to spin this is as little more than a tragic misunderstanding and accident.

“You’re saying Fred’s at fault here?” Daphne angrily snapped, flaying her arms wildly, her fists clenched, looking to make physical contact with a wall or anything and even any one.

“I’ll take care of this” said Shaggy, escorting Daphne away, leading her to a row of seats in the waiting area.

Scooby looked through the hopelessly out of date magazine, using the hands on the Fred sock puppet to flip the pages, showing Daphne outdated ads for hotels off a distant coast that had long shut down.

Daphne appreciated the history lesson, but felt like Fred needed to be taught one.

“He’s impossible” Daphne said.

“Who? Fred? You’re assuming a lot, we haven’t gotten his side of the story yet” Shaggy cautioned.

“It’s just how I know him, like a kid at Christmas, he’s so eager to open his present and see how thoughtful someone is of him that he doesn’t consider the journey that person’s been on, a journey, while good in intention, is paved to heck and back”

“Aw, you know him; do I detect a little crush on your end?” Shaggy teased, he and Scooby pinching Daphne’s cheeks.

“I don’t know, sometimes he could be so short with me whenever I did something impulsive, he wanted to keep me under control. As much as I like him, I don’t think I could be brought to heel like that”

“”You rike romeone, ret rhem ree” Scooby replied.

“Yeah, take it from me, in my experience relationships are a real ball and chain” Shaggy said.

“Reah, Rall Rhey Ro Rs Range Ru” Scooby spoke, again using the Fred puppet as an out.

“What if you could be with someone and resist the urge to change? To stay a free spirit?” Daphne asked.

“I think two free untamed spirits together can make for a wild party, but there comes a time everyone’s gotta keep their cool” said Shaggy.

“Keeping cool ain’t all that simple” said Daphne, peeling the Fred puppet off of Scooby’s paw and playfully chewing it, venting her frustration like an animal.

“A little salt?” she said, holding out her hand.

“Uh uh, we are reserving our pinch for the king size subs they serve up in this joint’s kitchens”

Daphne tossed him a Scooby snack from her pocket.

“Sold” he said, tossing her his small package of salt, which she poured over the head of the half torn sock, she swiftly chewed down on it.

Shaggy laughed.

“You’re not just a free spirit; you’re the kind of wild and crazy spirit that’ll spend a thousand years haunting someone’s hill”

“Only a thousand? What’ll I do for eternity?”

Shaggy elected to get more hypothetical.

“Gee, let me think, spend it with all the friends you meet that end up passing on? Sorry, I’m no good at this”

Daphne seized her moment.

“You mean something like a permanent relationship? A marriage even?”

“Didn’t you hear what Scooby said? What I said? Relationships change you”

“”We as a team all have a relationship to some extent, it’s always been something that goes beyond conventional friendship between the four of us, but our bond runs so much deeper than that, you said it yourself earlier Norville, Fred needed family…and right now I do too. Because it’s my favourite word to use around you and Scoob. You’re my family””

“Oh no, you’re not pressing this whole girlfriend act on me again, bad enough a relative isn’t around for it this time” Shaggy protested, folding his arms.

“It wasn’t an act then, it isn’t an act now” Daphne replied

Anxious, Shaggy tried to shift a couple of goalposts, veering back to the subject at hand.

“We’ll help Fred cope with life past this point, as a family, his family, the only one he can really depend on”

Daphne gave Shaggy an affectionate look, her bewildering eyes causing tension knots to wrap around the pits of Shaggy’s stomach.

Their body temperature rose simultaneously, Shaggy broke into a sweat, but Daphne, while considerably warmer, remained composed, she leaned forward further, Shaggy knelt down as she pressed her body against his.

Scooby looked away, occasionally glancing back to check if reality wasn’t collapsing on his owner.

To the contrary, Shaggy soon got used to the weight of this new world, and , with his arms wrapped warmly around Daphne’s thin shoulders, brought it closer to him, his legs rose up in response to this most rosy of invitations to paradise.

Velma swiftly walked in to deliver an update on Fred’s condition and found the two locked together tightly in a pitch of pure passion.

“If you’re quite done, Fred’s stable, he should be waking up in a couple of days”

“Relieved?” Shaggy asked of the bedazzling red head in front of him, who was now gently resting her head on his chest.

“I think Fred’s gonna feel real lousy when he wakes up and learns about, well, this”

“Ah, so you reckon he does like you?” Shaggy said to Daphne.

“He loves that I like him, but I’ve often wondered if he loved me back or liked me enough to just enjoy my company, guess we’ll never know now”.

“Yeah, like, you’ve made your mind up…and changed mine, about a lot of things, somehow that kiss made all the difference. Don’t know how, but I’m totally spell bound, maybe there’s some kind of magic to this after all”

“You ready to take a ride with this spirit? I’m free if you are” Daphne replied.

“We can take this ride slow or just as fast as this day’s been, so long as we keep our cool”

“Now now Norville, you know such things aren’t so simple” Daphne said

Shaggy planted a smooth kiss on her lips upon completion of the sentence.

Danger Mouse-He Came Home [Fanfiction]

 

DANGER MOUSE

HE CAME HOME


Snuggles could hear the cries again, they were quick to stir him from his slumber.

He leaned over towards Dawn, her head tossing and twisting on the pillow

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

Dawn carefully wrapped the sheet around her waist and got up from bed, heading towards the window close to the door, opening it and letting a draft pass through her body.

“He didn’t come home” she said, tears being blown from her eyelids by the strong winds.

“Which one of them?” Snuggles said, looking at two sets of newspaper clippings on the desk opposite the bed showing photographs of Danger Mouse swinging on a jungle vine, trying to avoid Snuggles in a loin cloth, and her father Augustus at a fancy social function, well dressed in a suit and tie.

“Does it matter?” she said.

“You can’t just sit back and expect me not to worry” said Snuggles.

“I tried phoning while you were out, I was looking for information”

“You used the phone without telling me? How long were you on for?”

“As long as they kept me on hold…the music must have looped fifteen times before I hung up”

“How long was the music?”

“Oh what does that even matter, it wasn’t exactly catchy” Dawn snapped.

“It matters to our phone bill” Snuggles replied, trying to keep his temper in check, now was not the hour to engage in heated conversation, his goal was to try and calm Dawn’s nerves so she could get her beauty sleep.

Dawn closed the window and walked over to a mirror; she grabbed a comb and began brushing her pigtails.

“I’ve never known such worry in my life, it’s so new to me…and it twists my insides like a pretzel, more so than rage ever does, is it any wonder why I get moody when I’m older?”

“That’s all part of growing up” said Snuggles.

“Whenever I’m a grown up, I’m selfish, I write off anything that annoys me before it has a chance to hurt me, or discipline me…maybe that’s why I tried to get rid of you that time, so I could be my own boss”

“I could never be your boss…boss” said Dawn, smiling as he noticed Dawn giving him a wink and giggling a little.

“Come back to bed Dawn, now’s not the need to worry, and you’ve got school in the morning”

“Can you check the news feeds for me to let me know if he came home safe?” asked Dawn

“What did I tell you about watching the news before going to bed? You don’t need to fill your head with all the chaos going on in the big bad world”

“He always said I was big and bad” Dawn whispered gently.

“And brave” Snuggles added.

“Just do this one thing for me, please? I can’t bear to look myself, so much for bravery” she said, slipping back into her bed and laying her head tensely on the pillow.

Snuggles sighed and headed over to the main living area and switched on the television.

The BBC’s lead news correspondent gave an update on a situation involving a fire at the International Fighting Flea Market Arena, which had broken during a fight between Danger Mouse and Dawn’s father riding what appeared to be a fusion of a flea and flypaper, with several gallons of oil attached to them, all having been ignited.

Snuggles listened to the news report intensely, as long as it took the update and interviews to wrap up before it moved on to the next topic, before switching off the television and walking over to the guest quarters.

Logic dictated he should have checked the guest quarters first, but he wanted all the details before proceeding, he wanted to be best prepared for whichever outcome awaited him.

There would no surprises with him, surprises were sudden, shocking, potentially damaging, and he did not want that inflicted on his young charge, she had enough baggage, and he had just as little patience for it.

Upon checking the guest quarters for signs of life, he came back to Dawn’s bedroom with a look of satisfaction.

“Well?” Dawn asked, almost succumbing to slumber but fighting against it until her curiosity was satisfied

“He came home” Snuggles said.

Dawn sighed in relief, and gently shut her eyes to go to sleep. Snuggles kissed her on the forehead and tucked himself in beside her, drifting off to sound and safe slumber himself.

Supergirl: Into the Endless [Fanfiction]

KARA

 

Kara had been having quite a stressful day, or night, she wasn’t sure which at this stage, traversing the timelines of the multiverse in search of paragons and allies was proving as confounding to mind as it was stressful to her body.

Perhaps it was this befuddlement which was shortening her patience with The Monitor’s ways of trying to help everyone survive the current crisis.

She and Kate Kane, the Batwoman, entered just as The Monitor was identifying someone in the room as the paragon of truth, freshly discovered by her cousin Clark and his wife Lois.

“Lex Luthor played his role, and led me to him” he said, with Lex giving him a casual and mocking curtsy.

Kara was too fixated on what she desired to say to him to really take notice of who the paragon was.

“Oh yeah? How many people did he hurt to do that?”

Kara didn’t relent on spilling what was in her tired yet driven mind next.

The next few words she spoke would serve as a challenge to The Monitor, and to the way he was doing things.

“You think you’re a hero but you’re not”

“I think he’s kind of neat” said Lex.

Kara glanced at him with a look of dulled expectancy, as if to say “Well duh, of course you’d say that” before continuing.

She decided to move on the subject of who exactly was the paragon they had found, as far as she could tell they only had three, and the Bruce Wayne she and Kate had met had not been much of anything other than a disillusioned edgelord who had killed his version of Superman and had written off his world as something worth salvaging.

She found herself soon distracted by the buff but mild-mannered person in front of her, and suddenly something less appropriate slipped from her tongue, something she herself wasn’t expecting to say.

“Whoa Ray, you are looking jacked”

Her cousin was quick to correct her, coughing loudly to draw her in and alert her to her mistake before she could go further with the assumption much to her embarrassment.

“It’s your cousin…sort of” said Clark.

Kara’s face, in very quick succession, went from puzzled, to startled, to horrified.

Oh shoot. Kara thought.

How did I get so aroused by that?

He’s a parallel version of Kal. Clark. Gross.

I hope Lois isn’t giving me the look of daggers right now.

No, no she’d know I meant Ray.

Great Rao, why did I even want to say that about Ray?

Why would I want to compliment Ray like that?

I mean, maybe it’s because he looks so sharp and lean, maybe I kind of like picturing him a bit buffer.

No, no, why would I want to picture that at all?

We’re like ships that pass in the night, we’ve never had the time or a place in the universe to ask the other how we’re doing, how we’re feeling, or even to see what we’re doing on a weekend.

Maybe this whole crisis is the universe’s way of calling to both of us, to let us know its ok to try things out even at the edge of the end.

On the other hand, it’s a lot more awkward now because all I can think of when I picture him now is a buff cousin, and that’s not a good fit.

Kara in that moment chose to bury the feeling, and let the thoughts pass long into the endless realms of forbidden possibility.

Doctor Who-Lifers [Fanfiction]

Lifers

 

“Come along you lot, this is a special occasion” The Doctor said, beaming as she presented a colourful box to Graham, Yaz and Ryan.

“What’s in the box Doc?” asked Graham as they all gathered around.

The Doctor looked at him with a spirited frown, no intention to scold, but expecting better of him.

“If I told you that, the surprise would be lost now wouldn’t it?”

“This doesn’t come with bubble wrap does it?” said Yaz with a cautious tone.

“Yeah, we won’t want to go through all that again” said Ryan.

“You can trust me fam, you won’t want to miss this” The Doctor assured them.

Yaz, ever the curious, asked what the occasion was.

“Why should the day matter?”

“Usually, we don’t get presents unless it’s an anniversary, or a birthday, or a wedding, or Christmas”

“Or it could be because you’re my lifers” said The Doctor.

“Lifers?” said Graham.

“Lifers, best friends, the ones that stick with you through all your days, short or long”

“Oh I’m sure you’ve met a long list of lifers on your travels Doc, we’re not that special” said Graham.

“You’re the first faces I set my eyes upon in this form, you never forget your firsts, everyone’s equally important to me, and I’ll show you what I mean with this”

The four formed a circle around the box as The Doctor prepared to open it.

“Excited?” she asked.

“Terrified” said Graham; The Doctor nudged his shoulder with her arm.

Wasting no time, The Doctor opened the box. White smoke poured from the contents, and a loud, warm almost emotionally stirring howl could be heard emitting from it.

“It’s essence, pure essence. Say hello to it, it won’t bite”

“Hi there” said Ryan, waving to whatever form he assumed was in the box.

The wisps of white energy flickered and briefly burst into a mesmerising light that almost blinded Ryan.

“What just happened?”

“It absorbed that moment and stored it in its tidy little memory”

“A little? Doc, I can hear about a thousand different voices in my heads, I’m pretty sure it’s coming from there, it’s packing a lot”

“The universe is a big place Graham, more than a billion souls inhabit it, and I’ve only ever explored a fraction of it in this rackety old thing”

The TARDIS let out a slight wheeze from its engines, almost in protest at this.

“Sorry” The Doctor said.

“So this box somehow contains the essence of everyone you’ve ever met, and it now includes Ryan?” guessed Yaz.

“It’s called The Cloud, it was developed on my homeworld, my people had created technology that could allow us to send telepathic messages through time traversing space cubes. One brilliant scientist, a mentor of mine, proposed we upgrade the technique so as to gather the telepathic recordings of people we met on other worlds for research. This was the only one of its’ kind created”

“And it fell into your lap how exactly?” said Ryan, most intrigued.

“My people had a strict rule of non-intervention, so the cloud was bequeathed to me, and I’ve put it to good use with all of my loved ones ever since”

“Well, consider me in this for life” said Yaz, and leaned over to add her voice to the cloud.

“My name’s Yaz and the tea at my place is never cold” she said.

There was another bright flash, Yaz stumbled back, and The Doctor gathered her up in her arms.

“You OK?” she asked.

“Yeah, I feel real good about that, it felt right, like something I needed” Yaz revealed.

Graham looked hesitant; The Doctor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back over to where the cloud was stationed.

“Oh don’t drag me into this Doc; I wouldn’t know what to say”

“Yaz and Ryan didn’t say much, you’ll be fine, if you want to, you can tell it a story, actually I’d really like that, it can even be a sad story, maybe you’ll feel better when it’s finished, you look like you’re in need of something that can perk you up this winter” The Doctor insisted.

“I’m at the age where I don’t need anything really”

“Oh don’t talk rubbish; everyone needs a bit of the universe in them”

“I’ve got the entire universe I’ll ever need Doc, you, Ryan, Yaz, I don’t have to be part of a bigger club to know where I stand with you”

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known Graham, but you’re thinking a bit too selfishly here. That’s not what the fam’s about. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, then at least do it for me”

“The Doctor’s right Granddad, she wants us to share parts of ourselves with this Cloud so she can be reminded of us when we leave, or pass on”

“She’s got a time machine, she can see us anytime”

“You’re right, I can visit them at any point, but there are paradoxes to consider, there’s a matter of whether or not they recognise me, go too far and it’s almost too late. When I go well beyond my reach in the universe, where all that greets me when I return is a grave yard, I need them to still be around me, sending me reminders of who I was thirteen times over, letting me know it’s ok to still be who I am. I lose that, and I lose all sense of myself. I need my sense of identity, without that I am not a Doctor, I am a Warrior, I am someone who forgets, someone who regrets, and I don’t want to be made of those things. I’m a healer Graham, and maybe not right now, but eventually I’ll be in need of healing myself and I need everyone to help me do it. I need my universe around me Graham, and most of all, I need you”

Graham made eye contact with The Doctor’s startling eyes as they welled up ever so slightly, a look of genuine care and desire in her eyes, he realised how much this cloud meant to her, and what he could provide for it and her.

“A friend of mine I knew from work, a bit of a lifer to me actually, told me this morning he couldn’t get his car started today, he’s calling to get it towed over to the work shop in a couple of hours and that they’ll work on it tomorrow. Trouble is, he’s always telling me tomorrow never comes with these mechanics, the car’ll sit in there unattended to while they got on with work on motors whose owners all pay better for their services. It’s a real disgrace. I told him yesterday’s full of mistakes but tomorrow is the future, and it’s always better to look towards that than what you said then, because before you know it, tomorrow is today, and today’s the day.”

The Cloud flashed brightly yet again, Graham threw his hands over his face as his eyes reacted harshly to the burst of energy, he reeled back only for The Doctor to catch him by the back and hoist him back up, giving him a tight hug in the process.

“That’s more like it” The Doctor said

“You were right Doc, that did perk me up”

“I knew something was on your mind, you’re always thinking of others, that story of yours will go a long way towards reminding future me of what matters in a life that goes between today and tomorrow, whichever it is, today will always be the day”

She gave Graham a quick kiss on the cheek.

“And you lifer, as always, have made my day”

Pokemon-The Response [Fanfiction]

POKEMON:

THE RESPONSE

(contains spoilers for Sun and Moon)

 


“Sir?” came the quivering voice of a Team Rocket grunt as he entered the foreboding control room of a secret fortress hidden beneath Viridian City, approaching a well-mannered man seated before a large set of observation monitors. The leader of the organisation, Giovanni.

The grunt held in his hand an envelope.

“We intercepted this at the Alola depot, like you instructed”

“Read what it says” Giovanni commanded.

The officer saluted him and tore open the envelope, revealing a letter, he read it aloud.

Dear dad

Lately you’ve been hard to reach, and I hope this letter finds you.

More to the point, I hope you reply this time.

I need you to.

Because I did it.

Your best boy made you proud, you and mom both. I won the Alola Pokémon league. My sixth tournament overall, and my first major win.

I know my mom always reminded me of my triumphs in the Orange continent and at the Battle Frontier, and if I was being honest, while a lot of aspiring trainers might turn their noses at minor accomplishments like that, I personally think winning them taught me to appreciate small victories, because being frank, the pressures of a major win like this are very demanding.

There’s an expectation on me now, amateur hour is over. Now my friends and family need to see how I handle life on the road as a pro. Part of me wants to say ‘this is it tonight Dad, we’re on equal footing, we’re masters now you and I’, but I’ve come to accept winning a league does not a Pokémon master make. It’s everything in between the journey and the competitions that put you in that position.

I hope that’s a lesson you’ve learned too, because I can only speculate as to what you actually think at this point, you don’t ever seem to show up to give me your thoughts, and not even for this day of days.

Mom was there, Oak was there, but you weren’t. You have got to realise just how much that hurts, I sometimes wonder if you like the others who couldn’t attend, were watching on television, or couldn’t bear to watch if you were. I’d been accustomed to disappointment so many times, even when I climbed up the ranks each time, from 16 at Kanto, to 2nd at Kalos, It was as if the back of my mind wouldn’t permit me to consider going beyond that.

When I was announced as the winner, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I just stood there, barely acknowledging the roar of the crowd, I was going through mental gymnastics, that persistence in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t grow past a certain point had called to me and said ‘you’ve earned it’, only then could I celebrate.

I’d been trying so hard to make myself better, without anyone holding my hand, not you, Misty, Brock, May, Dawn…maybe that’s why they stayed away, maybe they thought I’d rely too much on them to coddle me, tease me, teach me, and this time I had to graduate on my own merits.

That’s what I did Dad. I went back to school, and I graduated.

I’ve come home so many times from so many triumphs and defeats, I’ve wrote to you so many times, each instance comes with no response.

I can’t be mad at you though, because every bit of who I am is who you are at your core. Caring, selfless, proud, that’s what my mom always says.

I know you’re proud of me, I know this day will touch you. The life of an aspiring Pokémon trainer, master or champion means you miss out on a lot of comforts at home, chances to meet friends, connect with a loved one, but what binds us all is our unconditional tenacity to cherish every opportunity we’re given to explore this wondrous world, and to bond to the people, and Pokémon, we meet along the way.

Wherever you are, love is forever

-Ash”

“Is that all?” Giovanni asked.

“Yes sir”

“Good, that will be all”

“Sir, aren’t you going to respond?”

“That. Will. Be. All” Giovanni repeated, this time in a strikingly fierce tone of voice that compelled the agent to scamper.

He placed one hand on his chin, and tapped a few buttons on the controls before him, searching through his archives of prior tournament losses, wins and draws for Ash, and observing his despondent reactions each time.

Ash had been conquered many times, now that was too was in his past. Now he was the conqueror.

Giovanni couldn’t be not only more proud, but more driven.

Driven to expand his organisation’s influence in Alola, to protect its interests and its schools, and to find a way of enhancing his son’s reputation in the region to quasi biblical status.

Alola’s social media, news outlets, actors in its television department, all of that could run with the story of a boy’s ascent to manhood through hard work, perseverance, and a total unwavering devotion to family, even an absent father.

Love is forever.

Ideal marketing.

Pokémon propaganda.

An ideal response.

WWE-I Was Your Man [Fanfiction]

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I Was Your Man

The pyro had went off in Toronto , signalling the end of another night of magic for the stars of World Wrestling Entertainment, and for Seth Rollins, it signalled the climax to a historical and significant evening for him.

He had again slain the beast Brock Lesnar, twice in the same year, to reclaim the Universal title, this match had been more punishing than the prior one they had at Wrestlemania, but Seth didn’t mind, for this bout had been his proving ground. He had firmly demonstrated to those who had doubted him that he was no fluke champion and that no matter how much was thrown at him, he would perceiver.

Awaiting him backstage was his significant other, now the new hero of Canada, Becky Lynch, triumphant in her own gripping match with Natalya Neither. She threw her arms around him as he stepped through the curtain to Gorilla position, smothering his forehead and lips with generous and gentle kisses.

“See what happens when the man has a plan?” Becky said.

“Your advise paid off big time Becks, I can’t imagine how that’d have gone without you putting your mind at work” said Seth.

“Phone call for you Seth” announced a staff member, handing Seth a cell phone

“Just give me one minute Becks, I gotta take this” he said.

“I’d hate for you to keep a man waiting” said Becky.

Seth strolled off to a private corner of the arena and took the call.

“Hey, sound match out there” came a gruff, familiar voice that triggered conflicting emotions within Seth.

“Yeah, well, its two victories more than you’ll ever have against Brock Dean” said Seth.

“It’s Mox, Dean was what the million dollar man bought and paid for, that’s what all those people chanting your name bought, it’s cheap change for me and I ain’t ever cashing my chips here with it” said Mox.

“Come on man, don’t you ever want to remind yourself of the good times? You met Renee when promoted as Dean”

“Don’t bring her into this, Renee knows the real me, and we ain’t concerned about the food on our table”

Seth realised what this was all about.

“Listen, what I say in interviews is what gets me fresh opportunities like the here and now, I’m loyal to this company, you want to go to an untested promotion that everyone proclaims will be the lethal bullet in our backs, that’s your dollar to risk, but so long as you’re taking aim at me, I’m gonna shoot right back”

“Why can’t you ride the roads like Roman does man? He got interviewed a week or so ago, got asked about where he stood with me and he said it was all good. He even defended the company taking advantage of his leukaemia, you think something like that isn’t biting him?”

“Roman leads by example, but the champion always has to have the chip on their shoulder, it’s just what it takes to be the man around here”

“Yeah, and that’s why your man was jerking the curtain tonight wasn’t she?”

“You condescending piece of…” Seth began, but he was quickly cut off by Mox.

“No, no Seth don’t even try to raise your voice to me when everything about it is too faint to hear over where I am. There was a time where I was your man, a proper one, balls hanging low, the works, we had the plan, we took care of each other, we declared everyone around us would taste justice, now you’re willing to burn those roads we ran across as you move forward? Fine, forget who you are Seth, but Roman doesn’t, and I won’t, I’ll bring my brand of justice, kind of like what I’m doing now, all you’ll just bring to the table is the brand. Good little puppy, slay as many beasts as you want, but you’ll never howl quite like a hound again so long as you’re McMahon’s best friend”

The phone line went dead; Seth threw the phone across the room.

Becky noticed him looking gaunt and distant.

“Bad news?” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Just a declaration of war, nothing we can’t handle” he said.

Arm in arm, they walked back to the teeming mass of superstars congratulating themselves over a hard fought evening.