A Memorable Birthday

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Hello guys, I think this is a long one shot, so I apologies in advance. This is a rare Brock-fic centric. Mangashipping near the end as well as mention of Amourshipping and mention of Danceshipping (I think that is the name). Lastly, the ages of the characters :

Brock : 19
Sabrina :22
Ash : 16
Misty : 17

Note that the fic is also in Ao3 and FF.net

Having said that, enjoy

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That should be it' thought a nineteen year old teenager. He was sure he picked up all his notebooks from his locker in order to take off. The teenager in question was a tan skin individual with orange shirt along with small brown coat. It was his favorite outfit that he weared it during the Hoenn journey with Ash, May and Max. He has narrow squinted eyes that one could mistake them for being close. The student was none other than Brock Harrison, the former Pewter gym leader.

Currently, he was studying to be a pokemon doctor and having success in his studies was an understatement. Every time someone needed help for studying, they were coming to see Brock for help because of his vast understanding and natural experience he accumulated during his journey. Naturally, it doesn't mean Brock knew everything, on the contrary, in each classes he got out, he learned sonething new, showing that he still has a long way to go. Now as of where he is currently in his studies, well today was the end of the session and the teenager had his last exam this morning.

For vacations, he intended to return to Pewter city to see if everything is going well. Naturally, he usually stay in the dorms of the school, but he has to leave during vacations for the staff to clean up and be ready for the fall semester. Brock went to his dorm room to pick up the remaining of his things. While walking, he remembered his journey he had with Ash and his other friends. How they had a blast together, but now they were all chasing their dreams so does he now. Unfortunately it means that since their works were time consuming, there was no contact between each other so he doesn't really know what they were doing. Heck, Misty, the only friend who lived close to him, he only saw her once. 'I wonder if I should give them a call?' thought Brock, nostalgia taking him, althought he wouldn't cry dramatically over since he is determined to see them again and the sentiment was mutual. Before he opened the door of dorm, the teenager took two pokeballs from his belt "Croagunk, Chansey come out!"

"Croagunk"

"Chansey!" they both said once they came out. Chansey was naturally in a good mood, while Croagunk was in his usual boring, monotone expression, not really showing any emotion or at least they were hard to decipher.

Brock smiled and said "alright guys, we are going home soon, help me pack, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can relax"

"Chansey!" She exclamed, happy to help her daddy. Croagunk's expression was blank, but the two of them knew the toad pokemon will help. Once Brock opened the door of his room, he saw that everything was clean. His stock was nowhere to be found, except his bag which was standing on his bed. By the look of it, his bag was full, meaning someone packed for him. Everyone was perplexed, even Croagunk.

"Hum I wonder what happen?" Brock told his pokemon althought he doesn't expected an answer. He put his notebooks on the bed close to his bag. He was shaking and sweating a little bit, It was just too mysterious to not be careful. The teenager slowly reach the bag, while the two pokemon wait in anticipation. He turned around to see Chansey was a bit afraid, while Croagunk was as blank as usual, simply because he sensed who it was and knew what happened, which made his trainer frown in confusion. There was no use on dwelling, Brock opened his bag and saw that everything was well placed. It even had enough space to put his notebooks. Even Brock was impressed by how meticulous it was tide. He took his notebooks and when his face was closed to the bag, a tongue suddenly extended itself from inside the item and licked Brock's face. "Ahhhhh" Brock yelled, clearly startled, his scholar items fell on the bed. When Brock recomposed himself, he saw two hands but no arms coming out, then a ghostly shape creature coming out of the bag.