Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Brock's Love: Maiden of the Dastardly Dr. Rage ❯ Three: Bike path fun! ( Chapter 3 )

HA!! I hope you didn't think the story was finished, did you? There's still more! Liz has a biiig secret, and-OOPS!! I've said too much already! I want you to read!! And a BIIIIG thanx to my reviewers, Mark Twain, x, and mipa chan!! And a free Big Squeaky Mallet to MipaChan for being my first reviewer!! =^n__n^=

DISCLAIMER: Brock and all other Pokemon characters are not mine, dangit! I was just writing this story for Brock! He's hot! =^o_-^=

Claimer: Liz is mine!! Liz is me, actually, so no takey!

Key: `…'= thoughts, "…"= speech, (AN:…)= Me buggin you about something, and ~*~= passage of time or scene change or story break.

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Liz inhaled deeply as she walked alongside Brock in the noon sun. She tied her blue jacket around her waist, showing off her white shirt with a picture of a pokeball. Her blue jeans swished with the movement of her legs, occasionally giving a peek of her dark blue sneakers. Brock noticed all of this with much interest as his radio played `Pokemon March' from his waist. Brock also noticed the shape of Liz-er, um, the shape her clothes were in. Her jacket had a couple small patches. The jeans were frayed at the bottoms of the legs. And her backpack had definitely seen better days. But Liz didn't seem to notice, let alone care. Her low ponytail swayed across her shoulders as stray pieces of hair on her head framed her lovely face. (AN: heh, he thinks I'm lovely!! By the way, I look nothing like this…) She looked calm, but Brock began to wonder why a girl like her would be traveling so long all by herself…

~*~ Flashback to last night (insert cool wavy vision now) ~*~

"So Liz, what other Pokemon do you have?" Brock asked.

"Well, I have an Arcanine, a Wooper, and a Pidgeotto." Liz counted off on her fingers. "I got them all, um, from a friend of mine…" Liz seemed to trail off into space for a second.

Brock could sense a bit of discomfort. `Maybe a bad memory?' Brock thought. Whatever it was , Liz didn't seem to want to talk about it, as she quickly changed the subject. Brock decided not to press his new friend. He just wanted to be around her. Even after falling from a bridge, she seemed to have this energy around her. `Her smile… those eyes!' While he talked of his family and various adventures, he couldn't seem to take his gaze from those sparkling amethyst orbs. When she laughed, they shimmered and danced with her robust voice. He was lost in her being, and couldn't help the thought of Liz traveling with him for a while.

Liz was enjoying this conversation. She hadn't laughed so hard… Come to think of it, she hadn't laughed at all in a very long time. And Brock had such wonderful stories to tell in his deep, soothing voice. When he wrapped her hands in bandages, his fingers were delicate, careful. Liz could feel a small tingle in her chest. What was it about him that made her feel so at ease? `I felt so comfortable, I almost told him… almost told him about Dr. Sanura. I can't risk bringing him into this.'

~*~ End flashback ~*~

Maybe Liz would travel with him for a while…

"So where are you headed, Brock?" Liz asked, snapping Brock out of his mild trance.

"Uh, well… I just kind of go. No particular destination; I just go," Brock stated matter-of-factly. "In fact, I wonder where we are now?" Brock pulled out his trusty map book. He scanned across the squiggly lines and the burger stain from last week. "Hmm, if this is the Pokemon Center we just visited, then-Oh my gosh!" Brock nearly squealed.

"What? Then what, Brock?" Liz leaned over his shoulder to peek at the map.

Brock looked over at Liz, who had mistakenly brushed his shoulder with her, um, breasts, and cleared his throat. "We're close to a place called Cerulean City. Have you heard of it?"

"Hmm, I think so. Isn't that where the famous trainer Ash Ketchum lives?"

"Wow, I had no idea Ash was famous. But, yeah, he's a good friend of mine. He stays at the gym there with our other friend, Misty Fountain. We used to travel together," Brock smiled, wondering how his old friends were getting along.

"Wow! One of the four Water Flowers of Cerulean Gym! I've seen a couple of their performances on television. They have one of the best spas in Kanto," Liz sighed.

Brock saw this as an opportunity. "Let's go there! I haven't seen my old pals since my 18th birthday. I'm sure Misty will give us a tour of the gym." Brock knew Ash and Misty would be great hosts, but he just wanted Liz to follow. "Whaddya say? It's only about… a three day's walk or so from here."

Liz's brow furrowed. `Tagging along with Brock sounds great, but what if he comes looking for me again?' "Oh, Brock… I don't want to intrude, really."

Brock could feel his heart wrench. "Please, Liz? Come with me, its no problem! Besides, can you remember how long it's been since you had a hot bath or nice soap? That Pokemon Center stuff is awfully chaffing."

"A bath?" Liz looked up at Brock. `Yesss!! Hope!' Brock thought excitedly. "Well, I… I guess… if its not too much trouble…" Liz put a fist in the air. "Sure! Let's go!!" She gave Brock a wide smile as she grabbed his arm and began to march to the beat of the radio. ~*~

"There's a bike path up ahead we can ride for the afternoon! How fun!" Liz exclaimed as she looked over Brock's map.

"One of those pay-and-rides, huh? Cool, I'll race ya!" Brock said. He took off, with Vulpix right behind.

"Hey!" Liz yelled, "Wait for us!" Liz and Persian ran after them at top speed.

After arriving at the booth-Liz and Persian winning-Brock knocked on the door, seeing the attendant fast asleep in a chair.

"*yaaaawn* No more bikes kids… sorry. You'll have to hoof it…."

Brock looked at the man sadly. The path was way too long to walk, with no place to set up camp. "But how will we make it through before nightfall?" Brock wondered out loud.

"Hmm… I would ride a pokemon if I was you, bub…" stated the man groggily. "The path ain't too wide, but a pokemon could get through… *snore*."

"Well," said Brock, sweat dropping, "Maybe… we could ride Onix? Would he fit through the path?"

The man let out a low chortle. "Ha, yeah, bub, if ya wanna take down half the forest and freak out all the Pineco and bug pokemon, heh heh! *yaaaawn*…"

Now both Brock and Liz were sweat dropping. "Hey! I've got a great pokemon to ride!" Liz shouted happily.

"Really?" Brock raised an eyebrow. `We can't ride a Wooper or a Pidgeotto, and Persian couldn't possibly…' "Oh!! Your Arcanine! Right?"

"Yep, she's the one! Now let's see… I think this is her pokeball. Arcanine, come out!!"

In a flash, Arcanine was before them. But Brock and the sleepy booth guy were wide-eyed, taking in the full size of Liz's pokemon. Brock's head couldn't even reach its shoulder!

"W-wow, it's huge!" The booth guy stuttered, now wide-awake. Brock's jaw was still scraping the ground as Vulpix hid behind him.

"Will he fit on the path, sir?" Liz didn't seem to notice the awe of the situation, and smiled widely.

"Uh," the booth guy said as he looked toward the path. "Yeah, He'll be fine…"

Suddenly, Arcanine's fur bristled as she took a giant step towards the man in the booth. She growled, making the man tremble with fear.

"Um, my Arcanine doesn't like being referred to as a `he'. Arcanine is a `she'!" Liz said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, s-s-sorry, m-ma'am!" The man whimpered to Arcanine. Arcanine simply snorted and turned to Brock, who was still staring at her. Arcanine sniffed him, nearly inhaling him into her nostril.

"Hey there, girl," Brock chuckled. "Aren't you pretty? Yes you are, oh, yes you are!" He reached up, up, up and scratched her behind the ears. He was thanked with a huge lick. Vulpix, now a bit more confident, came over to receive a sniff and slurp from the gargantuan doggy.

"Oh how nice! You three will get along great," Liz squealed in delight. Arcanine wasn't too keen with strangers and usually kept her distance. "Arcanine, do you think you could give Brock and I a ride?"

"ARRRR!!" Her agreement nearly knocked them all down. So when Arcanine knelt down, proving she had plenty of room for two, Vulpix jumped onto her head, Liz sat in front, but Brock kind of hesitated.

"Are you sure I should ride in back? Your hands are still injured, I mean!" Brock stammered. He would have to ride closely behind her to give Persian room to lay, and that meant…

"Oh, but I need to ride in front to help Arcanine steer. You see," Liz turned Arcanine's head to the left. "Arcanine is blind in her left eye, and she could easily miss a tree in her way." She rubbed Arcanine's ear affectionately.

"Oh, I see. So even if her hearing is good, she can't hear anything that's not moving. Okay, then." Brock straddled Arcanine's huge back, with Persian right behind, and placed his hands lightly at Liz's hips.

"Brock, you'll have to hold on tight to me if you don't want to fall," Liz said, almost in a whisper. His large, warm hands felt so comfortable on her tired waist. `Snap out of it Liz!! Stay focused,' she coached herself. "Um, okay! Let's go, Arcanine!" ~*~

They had been riding for about a half hour. Brock's hands slowly moved around Liz's waist into a bit of a hug. Her back was pressed firmly into him. As Arcanine galloped along, Brock and Liz would bump together lightly. It was driving Brock insane. He felt heat pooling in his gut. Was he hungry? He thought. One bump bumped Liz right against the slowly growing bulge in his pants. `Yes… So hungry…' Needless to say, he wasn't too hungry for food.

Liz leaned back into Brock. `So warm…' she thought. Her head tipped back unconsciously and she could hear his breathing, feel it on her ears. She released one of her hands free of Arcanine's mane and put it atop one of Brock's hands, that somehow had gotten onto her stomach. Her shirt was slightly above her navel, and she could feel his hands touching her bare skin. It felt so good, like it was meant to be. `Maybe… I can stay with him on his journey, for a while…' Liz was falling in love with Brock. For once, her heart felt truly happy. She closed her eyes and sighed, relishing in the momen-

"VUL-PIIIIX!!!" Vulpix (duh!) shouted from his lookout on Arcanine's head where he had fallen asleep.

"Dammit…" Liz and Brock muttered simultaneously. They looked at each other for a second before realizing the cause for alarm.

"Arcanine! TREE!!!" Liz shouted, just in time. Arcanine leapt to the left, which wasn't such a good idea. The bunch plowed through dense foliage, knocking down small trees along the way, until they landed-- KERSPLASH!-into a pond. Arcanine's passengers were promptly ejected into the warm water.

Luckily, the pond was only about a foot deep. Brock had landed face first in pond weeds; Liz flat on her butt. Vulpix landed on Brock and Persian in the water. Everyone looked at the classy cat, now soaked from heat to paw, looking like a drowned Rattata. He had the most sour expression a pokemon could muster on his drenched face. Brock and Liz looked from Persian to each other, blushed deeply, and laughed.

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Wooo-hooo! Another chapter down, who knows how many to go! Like I said before, this story will probably end up being R rated, so don't forget where to find it! And stay tuned: Liz has a dark secret… Will Brock find out? And what's going to happen between these two teenagers? Is it LOVE? =^n__n^= More to come in the next chapters!!