Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Brock's Love: Maiden of the Dastardly Dr. Rage ❯ Two: Meeting the Maiden ( Chapter 2 )

All right! Here's the next part in this story. Definitely not the end, just the second chapter. And I forgot to say this in the beginning, but this story will probably turn into a LEMON. I'm sorry, but I love lemons!! But I'll warn you before that chapter so if ya don't wanna read it you don't have to. Aren't I considerate? Well anyway, let's get on with the darn thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Brock (WAAAHHH!!!) or any of the other pokemon or Pokemon characters (double WAAAHHH!!!), but Liz is mine!! Actually, I am Liz, so no takey!!!! MUHAHAHAAA!! **Ahem**, okay…

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As Brock plunged toward the water his eyes locked with the beautiful girl, just before…

**SPLASH!!**

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"VUL-VULPIIIX!"

"MRAAAAARR!"

"KEE-YAAAAOO!!"

The pokemon watched as both of their trainers landed in the rushing water. Onix could see down the river, where there was a bank they could get to. He told this to Vulpix and Persian, as he turned and tunneled through the cliff to try and get there in time. The other two pokemon followed him, as he burrowed quickly toward the riverbank.

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The water rushed around the two trainers as Brock held tightly to the girl's hand. He fought his way to the surface, tugging the girl's head above water. He could see a riverbank ahead, but more importantly, he could see that the girl eyes were closed and she did not move. Brock panicked. She didn't seem to be breathing. He put an arm around her waist and splashed his way in the direction of the bank.

Luckily enough, Onix crashed through the side of the cliff onto the bank, Persian and Vulpix hanging onto his rock-hard body. Persian's excellent night vision spotted the boy struggling toward the bank and leapt from Onix, landing in a sprint for the water. Onix and Vulpix followed alongside. Persian paddled out to the waterlogged humans and allowed Brock to hold onto its back as Persian swam back to the bank. Brock, though exhausted, managed to carry the girl to shore and lay her on dry grass. After he gave a good cough, he cupped the girl's face in his hands. She wasn't breathing.

`Oh, no!' Brock thought as he put his ear to the girl's chest to listen for a heartbeat. He couldn't help the blush that crept onto his face, but was relieved when he heard a strong heartbeat. He was still worried. "Her breathing is slow. She may have inhaled some water!" He looked up at the girl's face bashfully. He would have to breath air into her, which meant… his lips… touching her lips…

He swallowed hard as he put a hand on either side of her and lowered his head. He stopped about four inches above her face as she coughed a little. She opened her eyes slowly, and-

"YAAAAAAHH!!"

`Man, this girl's got a good set of lungs on her,' Brock thought as he covered his ears. `And pretty eyes…' Brock's mind wandered only slightly as the girl hyperventilated until the Persian came and licked her face. The girl calmed down quickly as she looked at the pokemon. "Percy!! You're okay!!" she squealed as she reached up and hugged her dear pokemon. "But you're not," said Brock worriedly, noticing her hands, which were bleeding again. "Oh, yeah," she said detachedly, looking at the young man before her. "T-the board, it…" she lost her words looking into the boy's eyes. "You tried to help me. Thank you so much for saving me," she said with a blush. "Heh, that's okay," Brock said, digging into one of his vest pockets and pulling out a first aid kit.

"Here, let me bandage them," he said, taking out some antiseptic and flushing the girl's hands. `Her hands are soft… B-but not cut too deep,' he thought as he wrapped bandages around her palms. His fingers lingered for a moment on the second hand, feeling her smooth, cold fingers. She was cold, but they were both soaking wet out in the middle of the cool night. They would have to change clothes.

"Uh, I-I have a tent, if you'd like to change out of those clothes," Brock offered, as his face flashed red at the thought of the girl coming out of her things in front of him.

"Thanks, but I have my own in my pack," she replied, standing up. "You should change too, before you catch your death out here! Oh, how rude of me! My name's Liz. And this is my Persian, Percy!" Liz patted Percy's head.

"I'm Brock, and this is Vulpix and Onix," Brock stammered, "We were sleeping and heard you scream."

Liz took off her pack and jacket. She stood a little shorter than Brock, with black hair that still dripped and a white tee shirt and blue jeans with dark sneakers. "I'm very lucky you came along. I was trying to cross the bridge to get to the pokemon center to rest, but I didn't see what bad shape the bridge was in. A plank broke under me and I fell through, making the rope snap. I asked Persian to go get help, and I'm guessing he got you!" She said with a giggle. Brock, however, while listening intently to Liz's story, couldn't help noticing how cold Liz must be, because even he knew that water and white clothes shouldn't mix on a girl. He felt heat in his cheeks as well as in the pit of his stomach. He almost missed her question. "Brock? Aren't you going to get out of those clothes? You don't wanna freeze, do you?" She smiled as her big eyes glimmered in the moonlight.

"Oh, oh yeah, almost forgot," Brock said as they both got out their tents and crawled in to remove their wet clothes. Brock changed into a pair of khaki shorts and a shirt before stepping out of the tent. He went to set up a clothesline, but he noticed Liz had a light on in her tent. He could see her silhouette as she removed her shirt and rummaged through her bag. Brock swallowed hard and turned back to hanging his vest, knowing he shouldn't be looking at this girl changing. `Bad Brock! Control yourself, man!' He gave his shirt a snap before he hung it. `I mean sure, she's pretty, but I don't even know her! But, goodness, she's pretty…'

Liz set up a fire so they could warm themselves. Her watch told her it was a few minutes past midnight. Brock was finishing packing up his tent and putting Onix to bed in his ball. Persian and Vulpix had fallen asleep in a heap near the fire.

"Our clothes should be dry by morning, Liz," Brock said, trying to break the silence.

Liz, in her elbow sleeved shirt and yoga pants, poked at the fire, busy warming her hands. Her mind was on Brock, and how she sneaked a peek of him without a shirt on. He was toned, to say the least, but he seemed so deep. "So what're you doing out here Brock?"

"Oh, I'm on a journey to become the best pokemon breeder! I want to understand pokemon better. How `bout you?"

"I'm just what you'd call a wanderer. I crave the open spaces!" Liz looked up at the stars and smiled. "I come from a big city… We don't get to see many stars or trees or pokemon." She watched the stars twinkle and shine, not noticing that Brock was watching her. He had fallen in love.

They stayed up for hours swapping stories, laughing and joking, and having a great time. They laid on their backs and looked at the stars, until they both fell asleep. Vulpix looked at the two, side by side, and smiled.

It was late morning before Liz woke up. She sat up and stretched, as the sun's warm rays toasted her face. It was then that she smelled something absolutely delicious. She turned around to see Brock back in his usual clothes, feeding his pokemon, with a small table set up. After Brock set down the last bowl for Crobat, he happened to glance over at Liz. "Good morning! Feel like some breakfast?" Brock smiled.

"It sure smells good! I'd love too!" Liz said, because she was really hungry.

"I've got some griddle cakes and honey," Brock said as he set the table for two, something he hadn't done in a long time.

After breakfast, Brock and Liz made it to the Pokemon center for lunch, and Nurse Joy gave Liz a bit of salve for her hands, which were only scratched and irritated by the old wood. Brock and Liz continued on, together. --> [Author:G]