pokemon; Weather | Paul/Dawn | Part Three
Title: Weather
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Unfortunately.
Notes: Only one more part left after this! Also, tons of thanks to Sapphy for looking over this!
Weather
Part Three"Hey, look guys!" Ash called out, holding onto his hat as he pointed to a large cave in the distance. "We can take stop there!"
"I see it!" Dawn shouted back. Distantly, she could hear Brock shout his own agreement, but the words were lost to the swiftly falling snow. She held Piplup closer to her as they plodded though the snow. Vaguely, she wondered why the sudden changes in weather always happened to them.
Ash reached the cave first, with Brock and Dawn following a few moments later. The three of them stood there for a moment, looking around.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Dawn asked. "Let's go further in, and get away from this awful snow. I'm freezing!"
"Now you're talking!" Ash exclaimed. He adjusted his cap and grinned. "Let's go!" He took the lead, as always, and the other two followed.
As they went deeper into the cave, Dawn grew just slightly warmer. Now that was odd. Weren't caves usually chilly? Mount Coronet was, at any rate. She had expected it to be warmer then the outside, since there wasn't any snow or wind, but it wasn't supposed to be warm.
"That's odd," Brock said a few moments later. "Is it me, or is it getting warmer?"
"I noticed it too!" Dawn exclaimed. She smiled, pleased. So she wasn't imagining it.
"So it's not just me. I wonder why..." Brock looked thoughtful.
"If we keep on going, maybe we'll find out why," Ash pointed out.
Pikachu nodded in agreement. "Pika-pi!"
They walked on in a near silence, with the occasional comment or observation puncturing it. It was nice, Dawn thought, walking like this. They were close enough that they didn't feel the need to fill the air up with random chatter, just to keep the awkwardness away.
Eventually they turned a corner, and were greeted by a familiar voice.
"Oh, great. It's you."
The cave ended in a round cavern, the roof of it not much bigger then in an average house. It wasn't much bigger then one of their usual campsites either. This isn't a very big cave, Dawn thought.
In the middle of this area was a crackling orange fire, apparently the source of the strange warmth. And besides that fire was Paul. He stood, crossing his arms as he looked at them.
Dawn's expression brightened. It was almost silly, she knew, to be so happy to see him. It wasn't like he would pay any attention to her- he never did when Ash was around. And it wasn't like anything would happen- not even a simple conversation. But still- it was nice just seeing him.
"Paul!" Upon seeing his rival, Ash immediately went on the defensive. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"The same thing you are," he replied. "Avoiding the snow. Though, I did a much better job of it then you." He eyed the melting snow dripping off of their clothing and, in Dawn's case, hair.
She stifled a giggle, remembering her thoughts that day in the rainstorm. Sure enough, Paul was completely dry, unlike her and her friends.
Ash growled. "Hey!" he said, "I-"
Dawn let out a sharp sigh, her amusement evaporating and irritation taking its place. Ash stopped midsentence, looking towards her in his surprise. "Dawn?" he asked, wrinkling his forehead.
She set Piplup down on the floor, then straightened up, propping her hands on her hips. "Alright, will you two please not start arguing?" she scolded. "Like it or not, we're going to be sharing this cave for awhile, and it'll be easier for all of us it you two just tried to get along!" They could do it, she knew- it wasn't like they hated each other. They just needed some sense slammed into them, that was all.
Ash, thankfully, looked suitably chastised. As usual, she had no idea what Paul was thinking. Brock, on the other hand, was giving her an odd look.
"What is it?" she asked him, dropping her hands to her sides.
"Nothing. It's just that I thought I'd have to jump in and clear the air." The unspoken question was clear to her, and she fought to keep from blushing.
"I just wanted everyone to get along. It'd be pretty awkward if those two were snapping at each other." She bent to pick up Piplup again, hoping none of them would notice the blush that warmed her cheeks, or, if they did, that they'd attribute it to the cold weather. Especially not Paul.
An awkward silence threatened to fall, but Brock, as perceptive as always, diverted it. "I think it's about time for dinner. Paul, do you mind if I use this fire?"
Paul, who had leaned against the wall, closed his eyes. "Go ahead," he said.
"Thanks. Ash, will you hand me-" Quickly, the two were lost in the preparations. It was amusing to see Ash help with the actual cooking, but she knew that it was only so he'd be doing something other then standing around awkwardly. Brock could be so perceptive-- pity he didn't apply that when he was around uninterested girls.
She stifled another giggle. When her eyes returned to Paul, she was surprised to see him reading. Where had that book come from? she wondered.
A thought occurred to her. Now was as good of a chance as any to talk to him. And she might even think up another way to make him blush. She had not forgotten her plan- how could she? She smiled, and started to make her way over to him. Piplup, who was still clasped tightly in her arms, looked up at her. He gave her a curious look. "Piplup?" he asked.
"Shh," she said, smiling as she brought a finger to her lips. Across the cave, Pikachu looked up from his place on Ash's shoulder. "Pika-pi?" he asked quietly, tilting his head.
"Hey Paul," she greeted him. "Snow's pretty cold, isn't it?"
He looked up from his book. "Is this going to be a habit? Starting a conversation with making an inane comment about the weather?" he asked.
"Maybe." She smiled, brightly. "But I could have worse habits."
"...True," he admitted.
"Besides," she continued, "It seems like the only time we ever have a conversation is when the weather is bad. I might as well say something about it."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're weird?"
"Hey!" she loudly protested, but there was no real anger in her voice. "Take that back!"
"It's the truth, isn't it?"
She stuck out her tongue at him. He sighed, returning to his book.
Despite the warm fire slowly drying her off, a chill raced through her. Probably a breeze or something, she thought, from all that snow flying around in that wind out there. Still, it was enough to give her an idea.
She set down Piplup, smiling to herself. This was bound to make Paul blush-- if this didn't, she didn't know what would. She just didn't know why she hadn't thought of it sooner.
"Paul," she began, and something about the way she said it caught everyone in the area's attention. "Could I borrow your jacket again? I'm a little cold."
Brock's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
"...Again?" Ash echoed, sounding more then a little confused.
Pikachu tilted his head, looking just as surprised as his trainer, and Piplup jumped up, staring at his trainer. "Pip!"
As for Paul, he-
didn't really react, to Dawn's disappointment. Not even a hint of a blush, and she had just revealed his nice side. This, she decided, was not fair.
A moment later, she had to change her opinion again. Paul took his jacket off, and handed it to her without a word. If it were even possible, everyone became even more surprised- Ash couldn't even say much beyond a few strangled sounds.
Still no blush. But, she thought as she pulled on his jacket for the third time, it wasn't a total loss. After all, she was wearing that nice jacket of his again.
"Thank you," she said, more quietly then she meant to.
"Hn."
Brock gave Dawn a searching look that she didn't see, and furrowed his brow as he came to his own conclusions. Satisfied, he stirred the meal a few more times, then, noticing how the silence that spread through the cave threatened to become awkward, he decided to break it in the only way he knew how.
"Who wants dinner?"
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Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Unfortunately.
Notes: Only one more part left after this! Also, tons of thanks to Sapphy for looking over this!
Weather
Part Three"Hey, look guys!" Ash called out, holding onto his hat as he pointed to a large cave in the distance. "We can take stop there!"
"I see it!" Dawn shouted back. Distantly, she could hear Brock shout his own agreement, but the words were lost to the swiftly falling snow. She held Piplup closer to her as they plodded though the snow. Vaguely, she wondered why the sudden changes in weather always happened to them.
Ash reached the cave first, with Brock and Dawn following a few moments later. The three of them stood there for a moment, looking around.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Dawn asked. "Let's go further in, and get away from this awful snow. I'm freezing!"
"Now you're talking!" Ash exclaimed. He adjusted his cap and grinned. "Let's go!" He took the lead, as always, and the other two followed.
As they went deeper into the cave, Dawn grew just slightly warmer. Now that was odd. Weren't caves usually chilly? Mount Coronet was, at any rate. She had expected it to be warmer then the outside, since there wasn't any snow or wind, but it wasn't supposed to be warm.
"That's odd," Brock said a few moments later. "Is it me, or is it getting warmer?"
"I noticed it too!" Dawn exclaimed. She smiled, pleased. So she wasn't imagining it.
"So it's not just me. I wonder why..." Brock looked thoughtful.
"If we keep on going, maybe we'll find out why," Ash pointed out.
Pikachu nodded in agreement. "Pika-pi!"
They walked on in a near silence, with the occasional comment or observation puncturing it. It was nice, Dawn thought, walking like this. They were close enough that they didn't feel the need to fill the air up with random chatter, just to keep the awkwardness away.
Eventually they turned a corner, and were greeted by a familiar voice.
"Oh, great. It's you."
The cave ended in a round cavern, the roof of it not much bigger then in an average house. It wasn't much bigger then one of their usual campsites either. This isn't a very big cave, Dawn thought.
In the middle of this area was a crackling orange fire, apparently the source of the strange warmth. And besides that fire was Paul. He stood, crossing his arms as he looked at them.
Dawn's expression brightened. It was almost silly, she knew, to be so happy to see him. It wasn't like he would pay any attention to her- he never did when Ash was around. And it wasn't like anything would happen- not even a simple conversation. But still- it was nice just seeing him.
"Paul!" Upon seeing his rival, Ash immediately went on the defensive. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"The same thing you are," he replied. "Avoiding the snow. Though, I did a much better job of it then you." He eyed the melting snow dripping off of their clothing and, in Dawn's case, hair.
She stifled a giggle, remembering her thoughts that day in the rainstorm. Sure enough, Paul was completely dry, unlike her and her friends.
Ash growled. "Hey!" he said, "I-"
Dawn let out a sharp sigh, her amusement evaporating and irritation taking its place. Ash stopped midsentence, looking towards her in his surprise. "Dawn?" he asked, wrinkling his forehead.
She set Piplup down on the floor, then straightened up, propping her hands on her hips. "Alright, will you two please not start arguing?" she scolded. "Like it or not, we're going to be sharing this cave for awhile, and it'll be easier for all of us it you two just tried to get along!" They could do it, she knew- it wasn't like they hated each other. They just needed some sense slammed into them, that was all.
Ash, thankfully, looked suitably chastised. As usual, she had no idea what Paul was thinking. Brock, on the other hand, was giving her an odd look.
"What is it?" she asked him, dropping her hands to her sides.
"Nothing. It's just that I thought I'd have to jump in and clear the air." The unspoken question was clear to her, and she fought to keep from blushing.
"I just wanted everyone to get along. It'd be pretty awkward if those two were snapping at each other." She bent to pick up Piplup again, hoping none of them would notice the blush that warmed her cheeks, or, if they did, that they'd attribute it to the cold weather. Especially not Paul.
An awkward silence threatened to fall, but Brock, as perceptive as always, diverted it. "I think it's about time for dinner. Paul, do you mind if I use this fire?"
Paul, who had leaned against the wall, closed his eyes. "Go ahead," he said.
"Thanks. Ash, will you hand me-" Quickly, the two were lost in the preparations. It was amusing to see Ash help with the actual cooking, but she knew that it was only so he'd be doing something other then standing around awkwardly. Brock could be so perceptive-- pity he didn't apply that when he was around uninterested girls.
She stifled another giggle. When her eyes returned to Paul, she was surprised to see him reading. Where had that book come from? she wondered.
A thought occurred to her. Now was as good of a chance as any to talk to him. And she might even think up another way to make him blush. She had not forgotten her plan- how could she? She smiled, and started to make her way over to him. Piplup, who was still clasped tightly in her arms, looked up at her. He gave her a curious look. "Piplup?" he asked.
"Shh," she said, smiling as she brought a finger to her lips. Across the cave, Pikachu looked up from his place on Ash's shoulder. "Pika-pi?" he asked quietly, tilting his head.
"Hey Paul," she greeted him. "Snow's pretty cold, isn't it?"
He looked up from his book. "Is this going to be a habit? Starting a conversation with making an inane comment about the weather?" he asked.
"Maybe." She smiled, brightly. "But I could have worse habits."
"...True," he admitted.
"Besides," she continued, "It seems like the only time we ever have a conversation is when the weather is bad. I might as well say something about it."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're weird?"
"Hey!" she loudly protested, but there was no real anger in her voice. "Take that back!"
"It's the truth, isn't it?"
She stuck out her tongue at him. He sighed, returning to his book.
Despite the warm fire slowly drying her off, a chill raced through her. Probably a breeze or something, she thought, from all that snow flying around in that wind out there. Still, it was enough to give her an idea.
She set down Piplup, smiling to herself. This was bound to make Paul blush-- if this didn't, she didn't know what would. She just didn't know why she hadn't thought of it sooner.
"Paul," she began, and something about the way she said it caught everyone in the area's attention. "Could I borrow your jacket again? I'm a little cold."
Brock's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
"...Again?" Ash echoed, sounding more then a little confused.
Pikachu tilted his head, looking just as surprised as his trainer, and Piplup jumped up, staring at his trainer. "Pip!"
As for Paul, he-
didn't really react, to Dawn's disappointment. Not even a hint of a blush, and she had just revealed his nice side. This, she decided, was not fair.
A moment later, she had to change her opinion again. Paul took his jacket off, and handed it to her without a word. If it were even possible, everyone became even more surprised- Ash couldn't even say much beyond a few strangled sounds.
Still no blush. But, she thought as she pulled on his jacket for the third time, it wasn't a total loss. After all, she was wearing that nice jacket of his again.
"Thank you," she said, more quietly then she meant to.
"Hn."
Brock gave Dawn a searching look that she didn't see, and furrowed his brow as he came to his own conclusions. Satisfied, he stirred the meal a few more times, then, noticing how the silence that spread through the cave threatened to become awkward, he decided to break it in the only way he knew how.
"Who wants dinner?"
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