Nekona
That Darn Eldershipper (formerly known as Mysty)
- Joined
- Mar 11, 2003
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- Other Content Warnings
- Helicopter Crash from Pokemon 2000, mention of cursing but with no actual curse words
A deleted/alternate scene shortfic that happens after the helicopter crashes in Pokemon 2000 aka Revelation Lugia.
So this story is going to need some background lore because dang if I am not worried that all my future writing will be judged on this piece. I had thought that the current story I am working on "Sometimes You Just Need a Little Helping Hand," was the first real fanfiction that I had written. While working on creating an archive of Eldershipping fics for our group and making them into Kindle files...I found that this was not the case. I had written the original of this ficlet in 2002. It was a cheesy, tropey mess that you would expect of a young teen. It still is a cheesy, tropey mess. However I felt I owed it to tiny Nekona to give it some polish and cleanup while keeping the spirit of said cheesy, tropey mess. So, I present you something from the early days of the Eldershipping Brigade when Glorious Revolution still existed. Despite the cringing the title made me do, I had to keep it. Is it proper French? I will be shocked if it is, but that was the title my edgy teen self gave it. Without further ado...I give you:
"Oh, dear God, Delia? Are you okay? Speak to me, please!" Professor Oak shouted as scrambled out of his restraint and crawled over the seatback to Delia's side. He rushed to remove the belt holding Delia to the slightly crumpled bench. Once she was free, he clutched her to his chest. She took a deep breath, moving around her arms and giving each let a small shake in turn.
"Samuel, I'm fine. I'm not injured. I can move everything. I can talk. I'm just a bit scratched up." With his help, she stood, still shaking from the adrenaline.
The Professor kept checking her over to make sure she had no other injuries, and once satisfied, he pulled her back into his arms. Remembering the rest of the crew, he glanced up. On the other side of the helicopter, Professor Ivy and the news crew were trying to pry open the door. Samuel came over, and with his additional help the door finally slid free. He turned, returning to Delia's side.
"Delia, I'm sorry I dragged you along on this, I could have just lost you. Then who would Ash have had... I'm so sorry." He embraced her, and she spoke softly to him.
"Samuel, I came along by choice. I couldn't let you go out alone on a dangerous adventure and leave Ash in danger to boot." Despite the company, he risked a quick kiss to her forehead. The sound of someone clearing their throat, and a tap on his shoulder caused him to curse inwardly before whirling around and coming face-to-face with Professor Ivy.
"Professor," despite the situation, still speaking in her typical droning voice, "the storm is getting worse. We need to find a cave or some other form of shelter." She stood there, the news crew nodding their heads in agreement behind her.
"Stay here, I'll go find something." Steeling his expression, Samuel turned to leave the plane before Delia's hand catching his elbow stopped him.
"I'm going with you." She straightened her coat, disheveled from the crash. He turned and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her directly in the eye.
"Delia, this is not safe. You're going to stay here in the helicopter with Professor Ivy and the crew. I almost got you killed once today, and I am not going let that happen again." With those words, Samuel turned and stepped out from the downed vehicle. The redhead only paused a moment, and then proceeded out the door right behind him.
"You said you'd never leave me, and I would never leave you either. It's not going to happen." Delia stood straight, an air of determination in her eyes. The Professor signed wearily, his shoulders slumping as he relented. He knew that arguing with Delia Ketchum was pointless.
"You're right, Delia. We'll just have to protect one another." He peered over her shoulder up at the door where Professor Ivy stared down at the pair. Understanding dawned in the purple-haired woman's eyes and she nodded down at her fellow professor. It told him all he needed to know: that Philena would come up with some plausible, platonic reason for them to be running out into the blizzard together. "We should get moving quickly before things get even worse. Samuel took Delia's small hand in his, and they walked off together into the storm.
So this story is going to need some background lore because dang if I am not worried that all my future writing will be judged on this piece. I had thought that the current story I am working on "Sometimes You Just Need a Little Helping Hand," was the first real fanfiction that I had written. While working on creating an archive of Eldershipping fics for our group and making them into Kindle files...I found that this was not the case. I had written the original of this ficlet in 2002. It was a cheesy, tropey mess that you would expect of a young teen. It still is a cheesy, tropey mess. However I felt I owed it to tiny Nekona to give it some polish and cleanup while keeping the spirit of said cheesy, tropey mess. So, I present you something from the early days of the Eldershipping Brigade when Glorious Revolution still existed. Despite the cringing the title made me do, I had to keep it. Is it proper French? I will be shocked if it is, but that was the title my edgy teen self gave it. Without further ado...I give you:
Je Ne Porrais Jamais Vous Partir
"Oh, dear God, Delia? Are you okay? Speak to me, please!" Professor Oak shouted as scrambled out of his restraint and crawled over the seatback to Delia's side. He rushed to remove the belt holding Delia to the slightly crumpled bench. Once she was free, he clutched her to his chest. She took a deep breath, moving around her arms and giving each let a small shake in turn.
"Samuel, I'm fine. I'm not injured. I can move everything. I can talk. I'm just a bit scratched up." With his help, she stood, still shaking from the adrenaline.
The Professor kept checking her over to make sure she had no other injuries, and once satisfied, he pulled her back into his arms. Remembering the rest of the crew, he glanced up. On the other side of the helicopter, Professor Ivy and the news crew were trying to pry open the door. Samuel came over, and with his additional help the door finally slid free. He turned, returning to Delia's side.
"Delia, I'm sorry I dragged you along on this, I could have just lost you. Then who would Ash have had... I'm so sorry." He embraced her, and she spoke softly to him.
"Samuel, I came along by choice. I couldn't let you go out alone on a dangerous adventure and leave Ash in danger to boot." Despite the company, he risked a quick kiss to her forehead. The sound of someone clearing their throat, and a tap on his shoulder caused him to curse inwardly before whirling around and coming face-to-face with Professor Ivy.
"Professor," despite the situation, still speaking in her typical droning voice, "the storm is getting worse. We need to find a cave or some other form of shelter." She stood there, the news crew nodding their heads in agreement behind her.
"Stay here, I'll go find something." Steeling his expression, Samuel turned to leave the plane before Delia's hand catching his elbow stopped him.
"I'm going with you." She straightened her coat, disheveled from the crash. He turned and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her directly in the eye.
"Delia, this is not safe. You're going to stay here in the helicopter with Professor Ivy and the crew. I almost got you killed once today, and I am not going let that happen again." With those words, Samuel turned and stepped out from the downed vehicle. The redhead only paused a moment, and then proceeded out the door right behind him.
"You said you'd never leave me, and I would never leave you either. It's not going to happen." Delia stood straight, an air of determination in her eyes. The Professor signed wearily, his shoulders slumping as he relented. He knew that arguing with Delia Ketchum was pointless.
"You're right, Delia. We'll just have to protect one another." He peered over her shoulder up at the door where Professor Ivy stared down at the pair. Understanding dawned in the purple-haired woman's eyes and she nodded down at her fellow professor. It told him all he needed to know: that Philena would come up with some plausible, platonic reason for them to be running out into the blizzard together. "We should get moving quickly before things get even worse. Samuel took Delia's small hand in his, and they walked off together into the storm.