A Second Chance

Chapter 6

As you can see, I'm trying to make the Blue/ Green parts shorter, and focus the attention on Lance and Yellow. I have two reasons for this. First off, this is a granted ship, and I figured a little extra romance never hurt anyone. Second, I wanted what was happening to them to remain mostly a mystery. This story now has 33 views :), but still no comments. . . 

Blue heard a noise in the hallway beyond her room. She immediately lay down and pretended to be asleep. 

The door opened loudly, and Blue groaned in her 'sleep' to add effect. Someone walked toward her, and from the sound of the footsteps, she knew who it was. 

"Welcome back to my lair, Blue", the Masked Man said. He walked up to her and kicked her in the ribs. Hard. 

"I know you're awake", he said, "I suppose I'll just have to let Agatha begin her work now."

He walked out, and Agatha entered. "Having troubles sleeping, Dearie?" she asked, watching Blue pretend to sleep. "I'll help you with that. Dusknoir, use hypnosis!"

Blue tried to roll out of the way, but the attack followed her. As it hit her, she felt darkness wrap itself around her, pushing out all thoughts of wakefulness. 

The last thing she remembered was Agatha saying, "Dream eater, Dusknoir!" And then she was in agony. 

Lance opened his eyes, and rolled out of bed slowly. For once, he was somewhere safe. He smelled Clair cooking- the unmistakable scent of mildly burnt food, and the spiciest seasonings she could find. 

It wasn't like he could complain, though. She was, after all, making breakfast. Lance stretched, and padded softly towards the kitchen. He wondered if Yellow was awake yet. 

When Lance got to the kitchen, he saw Clair and Yellow cooking breakfast together. 

"Good morning, sleepy head", Clair said. 

"Morning, Lance", Yellow said cheerfully. She was always happy. He wondered what she had to be happy about right now, but didn't ask. 

"Morning", he replied to both of them. Yellow was making pancakes, and Clair was frying tomato berries with moomoo butter, and some sort of spicy seasoning. It actually looked quite good. 

As they finished eating breakfast, Lance frowned slightly, thinking about how they would find Yellow's friends. 

He knew a place that might hold clues, but he didn't want to return there. Ever, if possible. It wasn't like he had much of a choice, though. 

"Hey, Lance!" called Yellow from outside the gym, jolting him out of his thoughts. "Your dragonite's back."

Lance hurried out to see. Dragonite stood wearily just beyond the entrance to the gym. 

"Did you get it done?" Lance asked. Dragonite nodded. "Good. Now, let me heal you." Lance placed his hand on Dragonite's tough, scaly forehead, and released enough energy to completely heal his pokemon. He returned it to its poke ball, and brought out his Aerodactyl once more. 

"Come on", he said to Yellow. He climbed onto Aerodactyl's back, and Yellow clambered on behind him. 

He took a minute to enjoy the feeling of her arms wrapped around him before taking off, circling over the gym once, and setting his sights for Cerise Island. 

Blue moaned. She was beaten up pretty badly, but she hadn't cracked. She could only hope that Green hadn't either. Agatha had questioned her about the gym leader's security systems, and where she thought Yellow and Lance were hiding. She had lied, and Agatha knew it. 

Suddenly, a portion of the wall started forming into a solid, a small, pink lump. 

"Ditty!" whispered Blue excitedly. It must have managed to sneak onto driftblim while it was carrying her and Green away. 

Blue's pokemon happily climbed onto her shoulder, cooing over bruises it found on her arm. 

"I'm fine, Ditty. But you have to find Yellow. She can get us loose."

Blue's ditto nodded, and squeezed under the door, forming into a flat surface with a similar texture to the floor. 

Inside the cell, Blue wondered if that was the right thing to do. Ditty wasn't very strong, and she dreaded the thought of it getting into trouble. 

But these doors had individual codes to unlock them, so it wasn't like Ditty could just steal a key to get her out. This was the only way she and Green could hope to escape. 

Lance and Yellow jumped down from Aerodactyl's back as it alighted on a precipice of rock overlooking Cerise Island's volcano. 

"What are we doing here?" asked Yellow. Neither of them were comfortable being on the island, not after what had happened last time. 

"Looking for clues", Lance replied. His voice was somewhat strained, as though he was worried they might be attacked at any minute.

The two of them walked through the island's cave system together, scouring every surface for something to aid them in their search for Yellow's friends. 

Yellow noticed that Lance kept Aerodactyl out of its poke ball. The cave dwelling pokemon would be good at picking out irregularities in the caverns they passed through. 

At last, just as Yellow and Lance were reaching the final cavern, Lance noticed something on the floor. He bent down to pick it up- and smirked. 

Lorelei, the note said, meet me under the mausoleum in Lavender Town. -Agatha

"Yellow", he said, drawing her attention to the note in his hand. He handed it to her, and she read it, a smile slowly forming on her lips. She looked up excitedly. 

"Lance, this might be where they are!" she said, "Or it could lead to another clue. But no matter which it is, we have a way to find them now." 

The relief was plain in her voice, and her excitement was contagious. Lance soon found himself smiling as well. They would free Yellow's friends. Then Agatha and Lorelei would pay for their misdoings. 

Yellow may not like it, but it had to be done. Lance would kill Agatha and Lorelei.

Sorry it took so long to get this published. Mondays are really busy for me. Please comment, and tell me what you think about the Lance and Yellow interactions. Good? Bad? Could be better? One comment would make my day. . .