Misty In Europe

By Globie

Six

Geneva...

Brock huddled over the map, while Ash and Misty were looking

his shoulders. Brock points to one place, and then, suddenly, Ash's

hand directs it to an another, while Misty tries to pull it toward

an another.

"Ash, we're going skiing!" Misty shouted.

"No, we should go to the Pokemon gym first!" Ash snapped.

"Skiing!"

"Pokemon gym!"

"Skiing!"

"Pokemon gym!"

Then, Brock (with an anime-style sweat drop running down his

forehead), who was trying to tape up his poor finger, stood up, and

broke the two apart. "You two are unbelievable!" He shouted. "Can't

we EVER have a day where you two don't argue?"

"Yeah," Misty replied. "When pigs fly."

"...when eggs are cubed." Ash added.

"...when Brock get either Jenny or Joy to go out with him."

Misty chimed in.

Brock's face was turning bright red with anger. "Hey! Who

said I can't get a date?"

"You can't." Misty replied. "No Jenny, Joy, or girl we meet

has ever said "yes" to you."

"Oh, yeah..." Brock sighed.

"Well, where are we going? Skiing or the Pokemon gym?" Ash

asked.

"I say we go skiing!" Misty shouted.

"I say we go beat the gym leader first!"

"Skiing!"

"Pokemon gym!"

"Skiing!"

"Pokemon gym!"

Brock made a stupid face. "Oh, brother..."

Geneva Municipal Pokemon Gym...

Ash went up to the counter, and ringed the bell. After a few

tense minutes where Ash paced around the room at least 11 times, A

yawning receptionist appeared. "What do you want?" She snapped. "This

isn't a EPA sanctioned gym."

"It isn't?" Ash asked.

"Nope. The sanctioned gym's now in Warsaw."

"Wh...what happened?"

"Well, the EPA found out that we weren't up to their

standards, so they took our sanctioned status away and gave it

to the new Warsaw gym."

"Oh, thanks, miss."

"Anytime. Now, get out of here so I can get back to my nap."

"Well, good day to you too."

A ski resort in the Alps near Geneva...

Misty looked at her skis. Her mom had bought them for her

birthday when she was 19. Somehow, with the help of one of Professor

Oak's inventions, the portable Shrink Ray, she had packed them in her

luggage.

The sun was out, and the weather was warm, so, she wore only

a windbreaker that Scott had sent for her 21st birthday over her

usual clothes (You know, the same clothes that she wears in the

cartoon.)

She looked behind her, and saw Ash and Brock emerging from

the chalet on their skis. Ash was a master at it , but Brock was

falling over every two to three steps. She looked at the mountain.

It wasn't Whistler, but it will do.

"Well, guys, are we ready?" Misty asked.

"Yep." Ash replied. "As soon as Brock finally learns how to

keep his balance."

Ash and Misty went toward the chair lift base, leaving Brock,

who was still tripping a zillion times trying to keep up. They went on,

and waited for Brock to come up on the chair lift before going back

down.

A few minutes later...

Brock arrived, and met up with Ash and Misty, who were sitting

on a bench waiting for him. Once they saw him, they got up, and made

their way down the mountain. Again, Brock was tripping over and over

trying to catch up.

Once halfway down the hill, there was a small forest. Misty

was staring at a cute little wild Eevee that had popped out when she

tripped over a stump. She rolled a few times, and stopped when he

head bumped into a rock.

Everything beyond that was all black...

The hospital...

Misty opened her eyes. Where was I? She thought. Who am I?

What are those two guys standing around me? why do I have this

Lollapalooza of a headache? And what is this white bandage wrapped

around my head?

"Misty, you're awake!" Ash shouted.

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"Who are you?" Misty asked.

"We're Ash and Brock, your friends."

"Misty? That's my name?"

"Don't you remember anything?"

"Nope. And you say your name is Ash?"

"Yeah...Misty, please, remember us!"

"Get your hands off of me!"

Brock went toward Ash, and tried to stop him. Ash just

slapped his hand away, and continued to shake Misty. Finally,

Brock decided to use his strength (Housekeeping for all those

years has helped.) to get Ash to stop.

Finally, Brock managed to pull Ash away from Misty. He

tried again, but Brock was there to grab hold of his shirt. After

calming him down and explaining the situation carefully (trying to

not set Ash off), Ash sank into the chair he was sitting in.

Slowly, his lips trembled, and a tear came down from his

eyes. Then, he covered his face with his hands, and tears came

streaming down his cheeks. Brock wrapped his arms around him,

trying to calm him down.

Later, back at the hotel...

Ash looked at the picture of him and Misty from Indigo

Plateau 11 years ago. He sighed, dropped the photo onto the floor,

and started to cry again. Brock, who was coming out of the shower,

sighed, and went over to Ash.

"Ash, what's wrong?" He asked.

"N...nothing." Ash sobbed. "Leave me alone."

"Thinking about Misty again, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry about it. She'll be back to her old self in

no time once she regains her memory."

"Well, Dr. Slate, when will that be?"

"I don't know. Do I LOOK like a doctor?"

"You sounded like one."

"Ash, this isn't like you."

"Isn't like me? What do you mean, Isn't like me? This is me,

the way it is!"

Pikachu, who was curled up in a ball sleeping, woke up, and

went over to Ash. "Pika, pikachu, chu pi pika. (Ash, please, listen

to Brock.)" Pikachu shouted.

"Why, Pikachu?" Ash snapped.

"PIKA! (FINE!)" Pikachu huffed, and then curled back into a

ball, and went back to sleep.

"You see, Ash, that's not like you. You're kind to Pokemon,

not yelling at them." Brock commented.

"Mind your own business!" Ash snapped.

"Ash, you gotta stop this charade! Misty's not going to get

any better with you being like this!"

"Really, Dr. Slate, what do you mean?"

"Like..."

"Well, Dr. Slate, go on."

"Um...er..."

"See? You don't know. But I do."

"And what would that be?"

"Scott. He brainwashed her into this!"

"Ash, how could you accuse Scott of this after all that

he's done for you?"

"What did he do for me?"

"Well, for one, he cleaned up YOUR mess with Misty."

"So? I could have done it myself."

"I don't think you're thinking clearly, Ash Ketchum. I'd

better leave you alone."

"Fine. Do that. See if I care."

Brock got dressed, and left the room. Pikachu and Togepi

followed, and Ash was now all alone. He flopped onto the bed,

tossed his hat aside, threw the pillow across the room, and

started to cry.

Later, at the lobby caf=E9...

Brock slowly sipped on his caf=E9 au lait, and looked at his

watch. In three minutes, Ash would come into the caf=E9, sit down in

the chair opposite of him, and apologize. Pikachu and Togepi was on

his lap, sleeping.

The clock ticked down, and exactly three minutes later, Ash

appeared, and did exactly what Brock had predicted. Brock nodded as

Ash went on an on, but was unable to say anything when Ash finished.

"Brock, what are we gonna do?" Ash asked.

"I don't know, Ash." Brock replied. "I don't know."

The hospital, the next day...

The doctor entered the room, holding onto a small notebook.

He handed it to Misty, gave her a pen, and explained everything.

Misty listened intently, and hoped that she had caught all of the

doctor's fast speech.

She opened up the notebook, and started to write in it as

the doctor left, and Ash and Brock entered (Misty still has no idea

who they are). "So, Misty, how are you feeling today?" Ash asked,

hoping Misty would recognize him.

"You again?" She asked. "Can't you leave me alone?"

"Misty, we're your friends!"

"I've never even met you, so how am I supposed to even

know you?"

"MISTY!"

"How'd you know my name?"

Ash hugged Misty. "Well, it's about time someone remembered

their own name! Now, we've gotta go."

"Where?"

"Warsaw."

"What?"

"Never mind, let's go!"

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Misty's Journal

Day 1

Nothing much today. This Ash kid IS A REAL JERK! And this

Brock that follows him seems to be girl-crazy all the time. We're

on our way to Warsaw where Ash said that he was going to get some

badge from a leader.

Then, he told me about someplace called Cerulean City on

Indigo Island where I'M the leader of some gym there. Then, Brock

bragged about some place called Pewter, and then, Ash talked about

some guy named Scott.

Sounds like a really nice guy. Ash claims that he used to

love me, and Scott was the one who brought us together...Silly

story, but hey, I'm not taking this story too seriously anyways.

Me and Ash? That'll be the day when I die!

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Day 2

Well, here we are in Warsaw. Watched Ash get totally

trounced by this Karol guy at the gym. The match was pretty

long, and I actually fell asleep in Brock's arms. Brock, on

the other hand, was asleep too.

Now, I finally remember who I am: I'm Misty Katsumi

Waterflower of Cerulean City, Indigo Island. Ash hugged me

when I said it...what is it with him and me remembering all

this stuff, anyways?

Watching TV right now...SportsCenter is talking about some

World Championship Pokemon Race that's coming up in Norway three

days from now. Indigo Island seems to the favorite, with Canada

and the US not far behind.

Ash said that we're going to that Pokemon Race as soon as

he could get that badge from Karol. From what I've seen, I think

we should forget it...At this rate, it'll probably take him at

LEAST a week more to get that badge.

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Day 3

Well, Ash did it. He got the badge from Karol. Beat all

of Karol's Pokemon with just his Charizard. Bragged about how a

few years back his Charizard just wouldn't listen to him...where

have I heard about that before?

We're leaving for Oslo tomorrow...And I think I'm starting

to fall in love with Ash...

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Day 4

Nothing too much. Regular day.

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Day 5

Well, here we are in Oslo! Brock's just gotten four front

row tickets to the show, and it seems like we're having trouble

finding a hotel room...So Ash booked us into a youth hostel. Not

what I call home, but it'll have to do.

Went to the doctor's office today, and it seems I've got

all my donuts back. I can remember everything before the accident

on the mountain back in Switzerland, but nothing between that and

the time I opened my eyes.

Seems like Scott left us back in Berlin to train with the

Canadian team for this...And guess who's representing Indigo Island?

Dario! That lousy, no-good cheat is going to fix the race...I know it.

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To be continued...