Pokemon fic
Title: Stuck
Rating: Everybody
'Verse: Pokemon Black/White
Characters: N, White (Miss PC)
Spoilers: If you haven't reached Nimbasa, turn back now.
Summary: A mechanical failure during N's meeting with Miss PC in Nimbasa gives the two of them time to talk.
"I am the king of Team Plasma."
And then, with a horrendous screech, the Ferris Wheel jerked to a stop.
I scramble over to the window and peer out, vaguely aware of N copying my movements on the other side of the pokeball-patterned gondola. The Nimbasa Amusement park stretches out beneath my gaze as I try to examine the line for the Ferris Wheel.
Maybe we'll be lucky and they're just loading someone who needs a 'chair or a scooter.
I groan as the PA speaker in the gondola crackles to life. "Attention valued guests, we're currently experiencing some technical difficulties. For your safety, please stay seated, as the ride may resume at anytime."
"Wonderful," I grumble, "Just wonderful."
"What's wrong? The lady on the PA said the ride could start again at any time..."
"Nope. We're stuck here until they fix whatever's wrong." Absentmindedly adjusting my ponytail, I can't help adding, "Or they find a trainer whose pokemon know Fly."
N's eyes narrow at the comment, but he ignores my needling. "How do you know that?"
"Because they'd have said 'minor technical difficulties' if it was something they thought could be fixed quickly." I settle back into my seat, "so, we'll have to wait."
A strained silence stretches between us.
N finally speaks, but it's not the question I'm expecting. "Your pokemon say you don't have a flying type."
I'm not sure if N can really talk to my team or if he's studied the information on pokemon habitats. Either way, he's right. "It wouldn't help even if I did. I don't have the HM disk for Fly."
He nods. After a moment, he laughs softly, "I never thought I'd be hoping for a subjugated pokemon to arrive."
I can't help laughing with him. He's got a nice laugh, the kind that makes you smile when you hear it. "Yeah, life's funny that way."
He flashes a brilliant smile at me.
Silence descends upon us again, but it lacks the hostility of the last one.
"Hey N?"
"Yes?"
"I know your goal - Team Plasma's goal - is to liberate pokemon from people." I continue at his nod, "but what about the Rangers?"
N blinks. "The Rangers?"
"Pokemon Rangers." He stares blankly at me, so I elaborate. Maybe he hasn't heard of them before? "They're the group that keeps the law in the areas that are too small or remote for a League. They protect pokemon reserves from poachers, calm and heal wild pokemon, and generally help the humans and pokemon in their assigned regions live in peace. And, unless their area is in a region with a League, they do it all without a single pokeball."
"I've never heard of them before," N comments with interest. "Are they really that well known?"
"I'm the wrong person to ask. My dad's one, so I've always known about the Rangers," I admit. "Some of my dad's co-workers wanted me to join, but I like being able to choose the places I visit."
N opens his mouth to say something, but the wheel takes that moment to jerk into motion.
We both cling to our seats in surprise as the gondola sways with the sudden movement. The rest of descent is uneventful, thankfully, and moments later we're safely on the ground.
"You've given me a lot to think about," N tells me and kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you."
I stare after him in silent surprise as he vanishes down the path to the park exit. I still don't know what to think of N, but I'm never going to forget tonight.
Rating: Everybody
'Verse: Pokemon Black/White
Characters: N, White (Miss PC)
Spoilers: If you haven't reached Nimbasa, turn back now.
Summary: A mechanical failure during N's meeting with Miss PC in Nimbasa gives the two of them time to talk.
"I am the king of Team Plasma."
And then, with a horrendous screech, the Ferris Wheel jerked to a stop.
I scramble over to the window and peer out, vaguely aware of N copying my movements on the other side of the pokeball-patterned gondola. The Nimbasa Amusement park stretches out beneath my gaze as I try to examine the line for the Ferris Wheel.
Maybe we'll be lucky and they're just loading someone who needs a 'chair or a scooter.
I groan as the PA speaker in the gondola crackles to life. "Attention valued guests, we're currently experiencing some technical difficulties. For your safety, please stay seated, as the ride may resume at anytime."
"Wonderful," I grumble, "Just wonderful."
"What's wrong? The lady on the PA said the ride could start again at any time..."
"Nope. We're stuck here until they fix whatever's wrong." Absentmindedly adjusting my ponytail, I can't help adding, "Or they find a trainer whose pokemon know Fly."
N's eyes narrow at the comment, but he ignores my needling. "How do you know that?"
"Because they'd have said 'minor technical difficulties' if it was something they thought could be fixed quickly." I settle back into my seat, "so, we'll have to wait."
A strained silence stretches between us.
N finally speaks, but it's not the question I'm expecting. "Your pokemon say you don't have a flying type."
I'm not sure if N can really talk to my team or if he's studied the information on pokemon habitats. Either way, he's right. "It wouldn't help even if I did. I don't have the HM disk for Fly."
He nods. After a moment, he laughs softly, "I never thought I'd be hoping for a subjugated pokemon to arrive."
I can't help laughing with him. He's got a nice laugh, the kind that makes you smile when you hear it. "Yeah, life's funny that way."
He flashes a brilliant smile at me.
Silence descends upon us again, but it lacks the hostility of the last one.
"Hey N?"
"Yes?"
"I know your goal - Team Plasma's goal - is to liberate pokemon from people." I continue at his nod, "but what about the Rangers?"
N blinks. "The Rangers?"
"Pokemon Rangers." He stares blankly at me, so I elaborate. Maybe he hasn't heard of them before? "They're the group that keeps the law in the areas that are too small or remote for a League. They protect pokemon reserves from poachers, calm and heal wild pokemon, and generally help the humans and pokemon in their assigned regions live in peace. And, unless their area is in a region with a League, they do it all without a single pokeball."
"I've never heard of them before," N comments with interest. "Are they really that well known?"
"I'm the wrong person to ask. My dad's one, so I've always known about the Rangers," I admit. "Some of my dad's co-workers wanted me to join, but I like being able to choose the places I visit."
N opens his mouth to say something, but the wheel takes that moment to jerk into motion.
We both cling to our seats in surprise as the gondola sways with the sudden movement. The rest of descent is uneventful, thankfully, and moments later we're safely on the ground.
"You've given me a lot to think about," N tells me and kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you."
I stare after him in silent surprise as he vanishes down the path to the park exit. I still don't know what to think of N, but I'm never going to forget tonight.