What She Wants

His Side

Disclaimer - It's a really good thing I don't own anything because it's taken me over two years to post a new fic! Can you imagine if this were the anime we were talking about?

Author - Chibi / Warlordess

Notes - Uh, hi guys! Guess who's back? Back again? Chibi's back! Tell a-((shot)). . . Okay, okay; I get it already! But it feels so good to write something for the first time in so long! And a new fic! Agh, it's been years! That's not even an exaggeration! Where has the time gone?! Rants, raves, and obsessions aside, I just wanted to extend a quick thanks to anyone who decided to give this new ficcy a chance. I hope you like!

Also, to poka, see? I told you I'd make sure I had this up before the end of the weekend!

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Title - "What She Wants"

Summary - As Delia Ketchum reaches the milestone that is her fiftieth birthday, she invites her son over to discuss with her the one thing he's never been able to give her.

Characters / Ages -

Delia / 50

Ash / 23

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The table glowed with the soft white of her freshly pressed tablecloth, the silverware immaculately placed alongside the porcelain china. Fluffy eggs and crispy toast sat perched before her and her guest that morning, as well as sizzling sausage just pulled from her favorite frying pan.

Everything could not have been more perfect.

"Ash, honey, would you like some tea?" Delia asked with her brightest smile.

Some would tell her that she'd clearly gone overboard with the extravagancies of the meal. Knowing it would be the first time in months that she'd be seeing her son, she had pulled out all the stops, even going so far as to have a plethora of leftovers available should Ash want them.

Well, the boy had always had the appetite of a Snorlax, hadn't he? Even growing up, he'd easily managed to down seconds and thirds of her cooking before even remotely breaking his stride.

"Oh, uh, sure; thanks, mom," Ash nodded almost bashfully.

It had been bad enough holding back his overly-affectionate mother when he brought his friends over between journeys to different regions around the world when he was younger. . . but it was almost unimaginably worse now that he was twenty-three years old.

He gave her the benefit of the doubt though. After all, the Indigo League had kept him busy over the past year since his inauguration as Kanto's third-division champion.

That's right. . . It had been a long time coming but twelve years down the road, Ash Ketchum had finally achieved some semblance of his dream. And what had waited for him after that small victory was not entirely what he'd expected. Instead of continuing to travel and strengthen his team full-time, he'd been set up with some cozy living quarters at the League base at Indigo Plateau where, once a year, he would be challenged by those Pokemon trainers who had broken the threshold of the competition in the championship finals.