Misty (Pokemon) and Dracula
Title: Backed into a Corner
Fandoms: Pokémon, Bram Stoker's Dracula
Pairing: #244, Misty/Dracula
Word Count: 726
Rating: G
Notes: Let's assume that Dracula isn't part of the Pokémon world's pop culture. I'm sure this gets refuted somewhere in the canon, but humour me.
Misty sighed. Getting lost was par for the course, but she wasn't used to being separated from her friends for so long - all of them besides Togepi, anyway.
She kissed the baby Pokémon on the crown of its head. "Shh, Togepi. What are you scared of, anyway? Mister Dracula's a nice guy ... even if he's a little strange. Look how he's taken us in while we're lost, giving us nice food and everything." The baby kept sniffling and shivering, and she hugged it tighter. "Come on, we'll have to go back in a minute, before he gets offended."
The soothing noises she made didn't seem to help. Togepi had been restless ever since mister Dracula had found them, so she supposed it wouldn't be inclined to stop soon. Which meant ... that she couldn't keep using it as a reason to avoid their host.
She groaned quietly and hoped the others found her soon. Like right now. The explosion from Team Rocket's last failed plan had been big, though; they'd probably been blown miles away. And she could really use some help. Much as she hated to admit it, even Team Rocket would have been okay - Jessie and James probably had the experience to help with this dilemma. Heck, she wished her sisters were here. They made a hobby out of this kind of thing.
Misty squared her shoulders and walked out of the corridor and back into the dining room hall. She felt a twinge of sadness at the sight of her host seated at the end of the huge wooden table, with only two other places laid at the table. A guy with a castle like this should have dozens of people filling it up, and mister Dracula had only a couple of guests - and she was an accidental one. And now she'd discovered this huge mess with the other guest...
"I apologise if you are uncomfortable, dear lady," mister Dracula said as she seated herself, smiling with mannerly charm. "Perhaps you would like to retire this conversation, yes?"
"Oh no, not at all! I just had to take care of Togepi; I don't mind the conversation. It's nice to have someone to talk about this kind of thing with. I can never bring it up with the guys." She realised that she was babbling and laughed nervously.
Dracula toyed with the stem of his glass of wine and spoke in a tone as nervous as hers. "I feel foolish. To have a young woman see through me with such ease ... you would not let your knowledge slip, would you?"
His look was dark and intense under his heavy brows, and she would have been intimidated if he hadn't looked genuinely desperate, a little wild in his panic. He seemed to have forgotten that he had any kind of composure, and Misty sincerely hoped that she didn't act this dumb about her own crush.
"I won't tell Mr Harker anything," she promised. "But he might see it himself, soon, just from the way you look at him! I have to say, it's pretty obvious. Why don't you tell him how you feel? Mister Harker seems mature enough to handle that kind of thing..." (Unlike certain would-be Pokémon masters, who were so annoying that the mere fact she admitted they existed convinced mister Dracula that she was an expert on love problems, and then they refused to show up in time to rescue her from conversations like this!)
"Tell him? Ah, well..." Dracula turned his eyes down and began absently stroking his moustache with his thumb. If he weren't so old, Misty was sure his bone-white skin would have turned red from embarrassment.
Misty was thought of her sisters again, sprawled on the couch, painting their nails and snacking on carrot sticks as they giggled and gossiped about boys. She'd thought she was getting away from that kind of thing by going on a Pokémon journey.
"Do you perhaps have any ideas on how I could go about such a task?" asked Dracula. "As you know, to some extent, the feelings that such a situation cause..."
If she didn't know better - if he weren't a normally composed old man - she would have said that he was giving her pleading puppy-looks.
Misty suppressed another sigh.
It couldn't have gone any other way. The scene where Dracula yells at his three beards to back off from Harker ("He is mine!"), makes me doubt that he can WALK straight.