Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ 30_Psych ❯ Theme #23: Vicarious ( Chapter 23 )

Title: Displacement
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #23, Vicarious
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, het

 

“I! Hate! Him!” Red screamed, as he pummeled the pillow angrily with his fists. Lance watched, amused, and wondered privately if she ought to get him a punching bag for Christmas. He was stronger than she had anticipated, and it was better to have an outlet for anger instead of bottling it all up inside.

The pillow exploded in a spray of white feathers and scraps of cloth, and Red looked sheepish as the debris drifted all over the carpet.

She slid off the bed with a sigh. “Was it Goodman, again?”

“Yes.” The Champion seethed. “I swear! That man is the most corrupt, perverted, arrogant president I have ever met in my entire life!”

 

“He's the only President you've ever met.” Lance commented, and Red shot her a glare as he put his hands on his hips.

“I know, but… ugh.” He gagged.

“Love, if there's nothing you can do about it, why do you continue to torment yourself with these thoughts? Soon enough, he will die…”

She was trying to calm him down, but her words seemed to have the opposite effect. Teenagers were so emotional. She was glad she was past that stage of her life.

“Not soon enough for me.” He muttered. So what if it was unpatriotic? The whole point of democracy was being able to choose the government. Alas, they had evidently chosen wrong.

 

Lance did not answer, as he pulled Red into a hug, and he did not fight her off.

Three weeks later, Goodman's private jet was shot down over Cosmos.

 

End Fic

Completed 12/9/06

Edited 10/26/09

The dictionary definition I got for this was a person being a substitute. Speaking of substitutes, one of Freud's defense mechanisms is Displacement, the diversion of an unacceptable thought or impulse from its actual target to a less threatening object or person. For example, in this fic Red punches a pillow instead of punching the President…