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Only A Week	By : jvperric Category: Pokemon > General Views: 5602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Day 1
- 2-Day 2
- 3-Day 3
- 4-Day 4
- 5-Day 5
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*****Day 2*****

“Jack? Jack?”

Amy prodded her sleeping husband, trying and failing to tickle him awake. After a few minutes of fruitless efforts, she stretched out beside him on their bed and buried his face in her chest.

With his air supply cut off, it took only a moment for him to cough and sputter awake, flailing his arms and legs wildly as he did. Amy could only laugh as she watched, eventually letting go when he broke her grip on the back of his neck.

“I thought there was something in our wedding vows about not trying to smother each other,” Jack said, kissing her.

“No, I don’t think there is. We should tell them to add that, though.”

Jack noticed the suitcase sitting in front of the door to the hall. “You’ve got your trip today, right?”

“Yeah. I should be back on Thursday.” She pressed up against him again. “Will you be alright?”

“I don’t know how I’ll manage. I’ll see you Thursday.”

“Okay, bye. Love you.”

“Love you too, bye.”

Amy kissed him one more time before getting up, taking her suitcase, and disappearing down the hallway. Jack heard the front door swing shut and went to the window to watch her walk to her car. When the vehicle rolled out of the driveway and out of sight, Jack jumped back into bed and looked at the clock.

Nine-thirty. He had slept for less than four hours, and yet he was far from tired. ‘Shame to waste such a beautiful day lying in bed.’

It was true; Jack felt himself bursting with energy. He burst right out of bed, he bounced around in the shower, and he bounded out of his room and down the hallway, stopping in front of the door to the immediate right of the staircase.

He inched the door open and peered inside. Smiling, he saw Sarah was still asleep, her body curled into an exposed ball, having kicked the sheets away. Jack crept in and pulled the sheets up to her shoulders, eliciting a contented sigh from the Gardevoir as she smiled and squeezed a pillow against her.

Jack sat on the side of her bed. Trying his best not to wake her, he stroked her hair, twirling some of it around his finger while he fiddled with the soft growths on the side of her head.

‘Don’t do that. That’s not right.’

He stopped. ‘You shouldn’t do that. Go finish your work.’

He did. Jack slipped out of the room and went downstairs, retreating to his study. The paperwork he had neglected to finish the night before took only a token effort to complete, and before the hour was out he had nothing to do. With the threat of boredom looming over his head on his day off, Jack paced around the room, restless, racking his brain for something to do.

Finally, he went out the back door, to the part of the yard sectioned off for his and Amy’s Pokémon, and jumped over the fence to join them. His Rapidash trotted up and licked his arm, singing the hair off with its tongue. Jack winced, but greeted him nonetheless and stroked his mane.

“Hey boy, did everyone eat?” he asked. Rapidash snorted affirmatively and jerked its head towards the empty bowls. “Okay, good.”

Jack knelt down to look for Raichu and Pichu, but no sooner had he done so than his Zangoose jumped on his back, the normally stoic Pokémon excited to see its Trainer. Two furry white arms wrapped around Jack’s neck, and he began a playful wrestling match with the cat ferret, pinning the powerful creature before letting him go.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jack let him out of a headlock. “Where are Raichu and Pichu?”

Zangoose stood up and led him, tail wagging, to a spot where the shed housing the Pokémon food and the house proper formed a corner, out of view of the others. In the corner there was a crudely fashioned nest made of straw where two electric mice were laying, the smaller cuddled into the chest of the larger.

“That’s cute.” Jack watched Zangoose sit down next to Raichu and nuzzle his head on his mate’s. He put a paw on Pichu’s head, and the infant, its eyes finally open, played with the fur on its father’s arms. Jack sat down and edged closer to the three. “Do you mind, Raichu?”

She shook her head, and Jack picked up the baby Pichu. It was still small enough to hold in one hand, and he used the free one to scratch the top of its head. It laughed, its cheeks sparking up, and inadvertently sent a few dozen volts coursing up Jack’s arm and dangerously close to his heart.

“Okay,” he said, shaking slightly as he set Pichu back with its parents, “You’re a little sparkplug, aren’t you? I’ll make you a food bowl later, alright?”

Pichu squeaked and went back to nuzzling into its mother’s stomach. ‘Sarah should be up by now. Go see if she’s enjoying the breakfast you made her.’

Jack stood up, ruffled Zangoose’s fur one more time, and went back inside. Sure enough, he could hear the floorboards upstairs creaking under a slight weight, growing closer to the stairs until he saw the first folds of a flowing white dress appear from behind a wall.

“Sarah?”

‘Jack!’

He smiled when he heard her voice ring through his head. Sarah came running down the stairs, holding the note he had written for her, when one of her small feet got caught under some of the fabric of her lower gown. Jack went one step up and caught her, falling back down to the ground while holding her head protectively against his chest.

“You’ve got to be careful, you don’t want—why are you crying?”

Sarah unclenched a fist to reveal a crumpled note, crushed and folded by the fall. Jack wiped away a few tears while she tried to bury her face deeper in his shirt.

‘I—I messed up the note you gave me and…and I didn’t want to look so stupid and clumsy in front of you after you made me that breakfast…’

Mental fuzz muted out anything else she had to say. Jack sat them both up and put a finger to her mouth, stopping her crying for the moment.

‘I said not to do that—’

“It’s alright, you don’t look stupid,” Jack said, rubbing her arm. “Tripping once in a while doesn’t make you clumsy. I trip too, you know.”

‘Really?’

“Yeah. Come on, we can’t sit here all day, let’s go do something. I’ve got the day off, what do you want to do?”

‘Um…could we go swimming in the lake with Milotic?’

“Sure, let me get my bathing suit and some towels.”

Sarah popped up, a smile on her face, and went out the back door, towards the other Pokémon. Jack ran upstairs, changing and grabbing two towels from the linen closet.

‘Come on, now you’re just toying with the poor girl. What do you think is going to happen?’

Jack did not humor himself with a reply. He went back down the stairs, out the back door, and past the Pokémon enclosure.

“Anyone else want to come?” he asked.

‘No, they said they’re fine,’ Sarah said, some of her hair standing on end as she set down a recently discharged Pichu. Jack nodded, tossed a towel to her, and ran down the path to the lake.

“Race you!”

Sarah flung the gate open and chased after him, laughing as she did, but Jack knew the path too well. From memory he was able to hop over the fallen branches and come out on the shore first, throwing down his towel and taking off his shirt. Milotic poked her head up from under the surface, curious about her unexpected visitor.

Jack looked back, but there was no sign of his Pokémon. He waited for a minute, but she did not appear. ‘You probably left her to trip over something.’

“Sarah? Are you there?”

There was no reply, but after her said it Jack could feel himself rising up off the ground and being thrown into the lake. Purple psychic energy swirled around him until he reached a high point over the water, at which point it vanished and he was left to fall in.

Milotic dove down to get out of the way as her Trainer hit with a splash. He resurfaced instantly, wiping his eyes clear to see his Gardevoir stepping out from behind a tree, laughing in her real voice. Milotic brought Jack over to the shoreline as Sarah took off the lower part of her dress and waded in, meeting the other two.

‘I got you,’ she said, getting up on Milotic’s neck, ‘Didn’t I?’

“Yeah, you got me. Come on, Millie, let’s see how fast you can get us around the lake.”

As it was, she could get them around the lake exceptionally fast. They spent an hour swimming, playing with Milotic, and racing from one end of the water to the next. When they both began to tire, they got out and laid across their towels on one shore, watching Milotic dance around for them.

‘So you did like the dinner?’ Sarah asked, looking over to Jack.

“Yeah, it was really good. I think it’d be great if you cooked again.”

‘Okay, maybe when Amy gets back.’

‘Oh, that’s nice. She wants to cook for you and Amy. Remember Amy? Your wife?’

“Ye—yeah, we’d both love that.”

‘What’s love?’

Jack could feel himself growing uncomfortable. “What do you mean?”

‘When you and Amy say ‘I love you’ to each other or when you say it to me.’

“Oh, like that…love is, uh, hard to explain. It’s a deep, complex emotional attachment to someone. Like Zangoose and Raichu,” he said, desperate to not leave it in the abstract. “They’re mates, and they love each other. I guess it’s caring about someone more than yourself.”

‘You picked the wrong girl to tell that to.’

‘Well…I care about you more than I do myself.’

“I know you do, Sarah, and I know that’s partly because of your species, but yes, we do have a deep emotional connection. And I care about you just as much, if not more than, myself. Why are you so curious? Did you maybe meet someone?”

‘No, not recently,’ she said, pressing her back against Jack’s chest. ‘Oh, now you’ve gone and done it. Next she’s going to ask you if you—’

‘Do you love me?’

Jack paused while Sarah turned over to face him. When he did answer, though, it was without hesitation. “Yes, Sarah, I love you.”

She started to tear up again, blotting out her red eyes with small droplets that slowly dripped down her face and onto her towel. Without really thinking about it, Jack put his arms around her and pressed her torso against his, ignoring the fin digging into his skin.

‘…I love you too, Jack.’

It started to rain; they ignored it at first. Only when Milotic nudged them with her head did they notice the weather had changed, and once they did they ran back to the house, using the towels as cover.

*****
Heavy droplets rhythmically pounded the window of Jack’s study, safely shut out by the glass. He sat on the plush leather couch on one side of the room, unmoving for the sake of the girl whose head was resting in his lap. Jack had a hand on Sarah’s shoulder, softly rubbing back and forth while a little voice advised him to the contrary.

When the rain lightened her eyes fluttered open, and she nuzzled her head against Jack’s stomach. He looked down at her and smiled; she beamed back, content to lie there with her Trainer for the night.

Eventually the show on the television ended, and Jack shut it off. “I guess we should go to bed. You look tired, anyway.”

‘Rain always makes me tired,’ Sarah said, sitting up and yawning. ‘Ever since…ever since I was a Ralts.’

“Okay, let’s go then.” They left the office and went upstairs, Jack pausing in front of Sarah’s room to give her a kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, Sarah.”

‘What’s that thing?’

“What’s what?”

‘The thing with your lips—’ she demonstrated by reciprocating the kiss just above his brow. ‘That.’

“That’s a kiss, Sarah. I do it to show I love you.”

‘You’re just digging your hole deeper and deeper, aren’t you?’

‘Oh, okay. Goodnight, Jack.’

“Goodnight, love you.”

‘I love you, too.’

Sarah slipped into her room while Jack continued down the hall to his. He changed and climbed into bed, looking forward to a good night’s sleep. The falling rain provided a calming white noise, and he would have fallen asleep in moments if not for a huge bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, briefly illuminating the forest before it was followed by a titanic clap of thunder that shook the glass of the windows.

“That’s close,” he said to himself.

‘You know what’s going to happen now. You know who’s scared of thunderstorms. You know—’

There was a soft knock in his bedroom door. ‘Jack?’

“What’s up, Sarah?”

‘Can I come in?’

“Yeah.”

The door slid open, revealing a terrified Gardevoir, shaking violently with each successive roll of thunder from the sky. She squealed when lightning shot down from the clouds, and after a loud clap she ran, blocking her ears with her hands, to the side of Jack’s bed.

He put a hand on her shoulder. ‘I don’t…like…thunderstorms.’

Jack let her hug him. “I know.”

‘Do you think that maybe I could stay in here with you tonight? I can’t…I can’t sleep with the thunder.’

“Yeah, I guess that’d be okay.”

Sarah nodded and crawled under the sheets beside him. Jack turned over, letting her nuzzle against his back and put her arms around his waist. The feeling of the fin scratching through his shirt, the pounding of the rain, the warm short breaths on his neck, the small voice in his head mocking him, all of that faded away as he drifted off into sleep with his Pokémon by his side.

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