Our Best : Ash and Misty

Our Best : Accountability

Disclaimer - Don't own nothin'. (Creative, I know. . . =P)

Author - Chibi / Warlordess

Notes - Okay, this is going to be a combination of two one-shot series I wanted to write about Ash and Misty. (Apparently one-shot series are the new thing, though I hope mine will be a tad more popular than some of the others I've seen out there recently.) Some of these fics are going to be about methods of communication between the two of them (basically a bunch of phone-call fics showing that they're still close, still best friends who are trying to remain as such) while the other part of these fics was going to be about miscellaneous moments in time (both friendly and romantic).

Please note that, as stated in the first one-shot I posted, these are all unrelated to one another and completely random. I'll try to include a setting underneath the one-shot title so that you have a relative idea of where or when this takes place. If I don't tell you where or when, then it's not a big deal whether you know or not.

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Series Title - "Our Best", Ash and Misty Mini-Series

Inspired by the song, "My Best", sung by Vanessa Carlton.

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OnE-sHoT tItLe - "Accountability"

Time-frame - beginning of Sinnoh League, sometime after Dawn's first competition. (Takes place before the Buizel episode.)

. . . beCaUsE cOmMuNiCaTiOn Is A tWo-WaY sTrEeT. . .

Summary - During a rare phone conversation with Ash, it slips that Misty's special gift to him is not being used properly. But is there a reason why?

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When Misty had picked up the phone in the Cerulean Gym lobby, she had not expected it to be Ash. Truthfully, she would have sooner expected Team Rocket to call her, as outrageous as it sounded. Then again, this was one of the very few times her best friend had ever done such a thing in the whole three years they'd been separated.

She wondered if it was about that thing. She hadn't been nearly so brave so as to hand it to him in person, even though she'd been finished crafting it since before he'd gone to participate in the Kanto battle frontier. Instead she'd waited, biding her time, and taken advantage of a risen opportunity. Professor Oak and Mrs. Ketchum had banded together to give Ash a care package before he was due to leave for Sinnoh later that week and had phoned her to ask if she'd like to throw something in there as well.

Perfect. Absolutely fantastic. What better chance would she have?

But for Ash to call her now, she wondered what he could possibly have to say. Certainly it was going to be about that thing? Maybe he was going to make fun of her, ask her why she would send him something he'd obviously have no need for. Or maybe, just maybe, if she kept her fingers crossed and her hopes up, he would thank her, would smile and say that it was nice to think she hadn't gone and forgotten him just yet.

Either way, her cheeks prickled and began to glow red, her heart thumping up into her throat. Of course, she pushed it back down immediately and dared it to try that foolhardy action again. She was not going to continue crushing on her best friend. Misty had long since realized that it was useless to like Ash that way. He would never return those feelings. . . but he would forever view her as his best friend.