Salamence Dream's, Advanceshippy rated R
This is an Advancshippy fan fic. Shippy becuse May realized she maid a mistake. May's background in this is different what you might expect from other fan fic's. the reson for me making this Rated R becuse it just seem to adult for PG-13. No sex is in it, thow there is hints towards it, but no real sex. and it does have some violence in it. and this is a one-shot. If you don't like to read fan fics were Drew is a drunk than don't read this one.
Salamence Dream's:
May came awake with a start, her heart beating in great excitement. Her husband Drew had turned over in his sleep, tearing her from the world of dreams, and the transition was so jarring that she almost wept for the loss. May glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside counter; its glaring red 6:45 mocked her. Time enough to fall back asleep, but not long enough to return to the world of dreams. She reached over and shut off the alarm, then quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to rouse her husband.
May started the coffee running, and then got into the shower. As the hot water poured down upon her, she closed her eyes, and tried to recapture her dreams. But they were lost to her, scattered upon the winds like the gossamer strands of an Ariados’s web. One thing remained, however, an image from her childhood. In the dream there had been a large Salamence, a sleek and elegant creature out of a child's storybook. But unlike most Salamence’s, this one had shimmering black scales, opalescent as they reflected the light of the moon. Its underside was purple, with streaks like lavender flames running up its sides. In the dream she had ridden on the creature's back, pressed low against it, as it soared through the sky, high above forests untouched by the hand of man, over beaches of black sand, and oceans that stretched out into infinity. She remembered the feel of its scaly flesh, the warmth of its body as she held on for dear life, occasionally daring to raise her head to peer out at the clouds that raced by her, or the alien marvels that spread out below them. The world of the Salamence was too beautiful to be her own.
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The dream of the Salamence was not a new one. May had, in fact, been having it all her life. It had been especially strong as a child, when she would hide in her bed, the covers pulled tightly over her head to drown out the angry sounds from her parents’ bedroom. Curled in a ball covers, she would eventually fall asleep, and then dream of a land where her drunken father would never be able to find her, a land of two suns and purple skies. A place where Spinda’s danced deep in the forests, and Rapidash’s ran along the black sand beaches. A place of magic and possibility, of escape and happiness.
As the years went by, May dreamed of her imaginary world less and less, until she stopped dreaming of it altogether. Perhaps she had no need of it any more, or perhaps she had no time for dreams. Starting out on her first pokemon journey at the age 10. She and her brother Max had meet a boy that become her best friend, Ash. Becoming busy with traveling and pokemon contests really did take a toll on her. When she was thirteen, her father was taken from her in a drunken accident, which, surprisingly, he hadn't been the cause of. A carload of teenagers that the driver had drank one too many beer’s, were returning from a pokemon tournament ran a red light and barreled into his car, killing him upon impact. Her mother force her and her little brother Max to stay home. Over the next five years, her mother went from one loser boyfriend to the next, until she ended up marrying an abusive guy named Rick who was more interested in May than her mother. One day when May went to her mom and tried to explain what Rick was trying to do to her, her mother exploded in a rage, and threw her out of the house, unwilling to believe that the man she loved could be capable of such things. Besides her mother knew that she was eighteen now, an adult that could live on her own. The day after Max ran out the house after he learn what had happen, he had manage to fine May and decided to follow her were ever she went.
May and Max managed to stay with friends, until May once again meet up with Drew, who was willing to take her in. Max decided to go on his own pokemon journey since he thought that May was save with Drew. He later meets up with Ash and started to travel around with him again. May had first meet Drew when she was training her Beautifly at a beach. She nearly hit him with the Frisbee she was using to train her Beautifly with. Their first encounter was not perfect, but May felt that there was some thing about him she could not get off her mind. Over the time with traveling with Ash she meet Drew more often and learn more about him, and secretly fell in love with Drew. This was before her father was killed, and her mother forced her to stay home. They eventually married, although he was a few of years older than her, and while their life together was not great, it was certainly better than it could have been. She had long ago stop being a pokemon coordinator and entering Contest’s because of her mother maid it impossible for her to do so. However she still keep her pokemon and train them whenever she could. She had gotten a job a local diner because she needed the money to help pay their bills.
Even though Drew had shown May kindness in her time of need, and she had to do with what she had. Over time Drew started to act a lot like her father, getting drunk and started to be mean towards her. She knew him well enough to try avoid him when he was in “one of those moods”. However she still hope that he would get over the bottle and come to his normal self because she still had love for him, even though it was fading. Unfortunately, Drew had been on a losing streak , and with the Grand Festival coming on, his opportunity for getting all the five Contests ribbon’s he needed were getting scarce. He was increasingly getting moodier, and it was less and less common for him not to be drunk when had return to their home in Lilycove City.But May avoided him as best she could, one was by training with her pokemon as many hours as she can with them. The other way was getting has much over time and filling in for other’s at the diner she work at.
May, then was too busy to dream, to wander in fields of fantasy. Yet, increasingly of late, dreams of her childhood world kept coming back, and not just while she slept. Several times over the last couple weeks she had found herself staring off into the distance, joining the Spinda’s in their lithe dances, or racing though the thigh-high grasses of a distant veldt with a herd of Rapidash’s. And the black and purple Salamence- her imagination conjured him most often. He seemed always to be with her, just behind a corner, almost out of sight, but not entirely
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The ice cold water brought May back to herself. Shivering as she stepped out of the shower, she mumbled aloud, "How long was I in there?" and then she spotted the bathroom clock and began to swear. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! I'm going to be late."
She rushed through the house, getting dressed and collecting her things, stopping only long enough to grab herself a cup of coffee, and then she was out the door. It was a chilly November morning, and predictably enough, her old car that she only paid $800.00 for gave her trouble starting. She let loose with a string of vile invective and began pounding her fists on the steering wheel. Apparently this frightened the car into submission and the monster roared to life. Thankfully, no one was on the streets at that obscene hour, and May began to think that she might actually make it to work on time. Than a flash of light appeared, it come from inside her purse. It was her Skitty, the pokemon that she found that was sick when she was still traveling around with her best friend Ash throw the Honne region. Skitty become her pokemon after she had got it healed from the nice lady who was using aromatherapy to heal sick pokemon, but off course Jessie from Team Rocket maid it hard for her to catch Skitty. In the end, Skitty just simple let it self into May’s pokeball by playing around with it and taping it. It basically captured it self. Skitty jump on to its masters lap and started to play around with May. May hugged Skitty told it that she love’s it and explain to it that she needed to go to work, and that she play with it later. Skitty was upset by these, but understood what it’s master was telling it. May than put it back in it’s pokeball. And than she started to drive to her job at the diner.
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Her hopes were dashed when she saw the angry look on the face of Mike - the eponymous owner of the diner - who was hurriedly setting things up in the kitchen. " Don’t any of you have any responsibility? Look at this!" He growled, pouring oil into the fryer. "My cook calls in at the last minute, saying he isn’t coming in, he's sick. You haven't shown up - I'm thinking I'm gonna have to run this place myself. What the hell is wrong with you kids today?"
May ignored the red-faced old man as he continued his tirade, slipping into her uniform and then helping him set up for the morning rush, refraining from mentioning that she was covering for one of the other waitresses on this, her day off. When the first customers started trickling in at 9:00 they were ready for them, though, so it turned out well.
Mike's was an old, tired place that had definitely seen better days. Unfortunately, those days were long behind it, and not likely to return. The linoleum was dingy and cracked, and many of the leather chairs had silver electrical tape on them. None of the cups or dishes matched, and the vases of fake flowers that sat on each table were faded and brittle from age. Yellowed pictures of mountain scenes and sad old women stared down from the walls. The lights were dim and flickered occasionally.
But the regular customers who frequented Mike's didn't mind. In many ways they resembled the little diner. Elderly men in heavy flannel shirts that hung limply off their shoulders; women who dyed their hair unnatural colors and wore too much make-up but never succeeded in hiding the ravages of time; dirty, vacant-eyed vagrants who came in for the cheap food and free refills of coffee; and the lonely truckers passing through Lilycove City. Just as the moribund spirit of decay and depression had touched the little diner, it was no stranger in the lives of all those who frequented Mike's.
Although the term "morning rush" was something of a joke at Mike's, as they usually only had the same five or six people who ritualistically came to the diner for breakfast before work or to stem off the loneliness that comes with old age, on this particular morning, the term was indeed applicable. All of the stools in front of the counter, and well over half of the booths were occupied, with just May to serve them all.
May tried admirably to do it, running from one table to the next, juggling breakfast specials, order slips, and pots of coffee in her arms. But she was only one woman, and quickly fell behind. She got orders wrong several times, spilled coffee on a customer, and gave incorrect change to another. He did not return the amount, and she only found that out later, when she was counting her till. A number of customers grew impatient after having to wait, and made all manner of rude comments about her inability to do her job, and their need to hire more help. She merely nodded and poured their coffee, or counted out their change, and moved on to the next table, where she heard it all over again. It did not help when of the customer’s had let out Abra. The Abra had used it psychic attack lift up many of the plates of food that she had just served. When its trainer finally recalled it back into its pokeball all the meals were ruined has there were drop on the floor. Mike got mad at this because it was a
waste of food and most of the plates were shattered, and ruined. May was stuck with the mess to clean it up, at less Mike had since not to charge May for all the lost meal’s and broken plate’s. The owner of the Abra got a rather big bill at the end of his meal that he protested it. He maid such a scene that Mike had to call Officer Jenny to the diner to take care of him.
At one table there had been a family, a man and a woman, and two children, one aged eight , the other a toddler. When she had come for their order, they hemmed and hawed indecisively while the person at the next table rattled his empty cup suggestively. When she asked if they would like a few more moments to choose, the father said that they had certainly waited long enough for her, she could wait for them. So May stood there patiently while the family went over their menu yet again, and the person at the other table began to pound his cup and make loud coughing sounds. They eventually decided, and she brought them their food, but the youngest child did not eat it. Instead he dumped his juice all over the table, painted the walls with his scrambled eggs, and dropped bits of toast on the person sitting behind him
This was essentially how her day went, until around 11:00 when there was enough of a lull that Mike could come out from the kitchen and make calls to the other waitresses. Eventually he reached Jamie - the girl that May had agreed to cover for - and she consented to coming in, much to the delight of Mike.
"Ya see that, May He said, helping her clear off the counter. "That's what I was talking about earlier. Jamie there, she's got the responsibility. She's coming in to help on her day off. If only more of you kids were like that, this country wouldn't be going straight into the potty”
Before May could sputter out that she was the one who had come in on her day off, a person that she did not notice before shouted, "Yo, a little help here?" And she resignedly went off to take his order.
When Jamie eventually showed up - almost an hour and a half later, well into the lunch rush –May was about ready to drop dead. She hadn't had her break, and the burden of being the only waitress all day was bearing heavily upon her. That's why, when she first saw the Salamence, she was convinced that it was an hallucination from her fatigue.
She had been cleaning a table that looked out onto the street-front when she glimpsed in the distance an odd shape. At first she thought it was a low-flying airplane until it made an abrupt dive and then turned that into a loop. No airplane she knew of could do that. A flying type pokemon perhaps? A Zapdos? What could it be? She stared intently out the window as the curious black figure performed a series of aerial acrobatics above the abandoned building across the street. Then it seemed to stop, and turn, and look directly at her. It slowly began to come forward, and as it approached the diner, May, the air catching in her throat, was able to make out what it was - it was the Salamence from her dreams!
"Hey, girl. Whatcha looking at?" Jamie asked, coming up behind her.
May startled and speechless, just pointed out the window.
What?" Jamie asked, leaning up against May "I don't see anything."
May turned and looked at her friend. "It's right there in front of us. What do you mean you can't see anything?" But when she turned back to stare out the window, the Salamence had vanished.
Jamie squinted to see, then shook her head. "Okay. No more coffee for you, girl. You're seeing things."
May pressed her forehead against the window to try and get a better look, but the Salamence really had disappeared. She felt her heart sink, and was gripped by an unbearable sense of loss. Tears welled up in her eyes, and it was only her steely composure which kept them from falling.
"Thanks for covering for me, even though I didn't get to escape this hell-hole after all." Jamie continued.
May took a couple deep breaths and then turned and looked at her friend. "You mean you weren't sick after all?"
Jamie laughed. "Well, I wasn't in any shape to come in this morning. My new boy friend got paid last night, and we went out drinking, on account of it he also wanted to celebrate because he decided to dump his loser girlfriend, will that’s what he said. Oh boy, I was feeling every minute of it this morning. I threw up like three times. Uggh. That was no fun. But last night sure was." She smiled conspiratorially. "Three times in one night, can you believe it? Ha ha. I haven't done it that many times in . . . months, but last night, ohh was just the best!”
May couldn't believe it. It had been a lot longer than a few months since she and Drew had done it, in fact it had been nearly two year’s. May started to think that with all the drinking Drew has been doing lately, she be amazed if he could even get it up. The stench of stale beer and urine were always about him, a palpable miasma of decay. This is what May really hated, and one of the reasons why she increasingly no longer wanted to be with him or be married to him.
Things were easier with Jamie there, but they were no less hectic. At one point, all of the booths were filled, and since people were on their lunch breaks, they were in even greater hurries and less understanding of mistakes. On top of that, there were a bunch of truckers at the front counter, and they were giving Jamie and May a hard time. Big guys with bellies that hung over their belts, they reeked of old sweat and cigarette smoke. One of them would tell a joke or make a pass at the girls as they walked back to get an order, and all of the others would laugh uproariously. May was carrying a stack of dirty dishes that she had bussed from a table, and the guy who was sitting on the end reached out and tried to grabbed her as she walked by. May’s mind had been wandering, and the near assault startled her, and she dropped the stack of dishes. They clashed to the ground and broke and all of the truckers let out with their big, dumb laughter: Hu-huh hu-huh hu-huh.
May knelt down to pick up the broken shards, and Mike came out from the kitchen, bellowing, "What the hell was that? You dumb, clumsy girl. Look what you did. Just look at this mess!" May’s wall of composure cracked as the plates and cups had cracked, and she began to cry as she knelt there, picking up the broken porcelain. When she had it all cleaned up, she carried it to the back and dumped it in the trash bag, then picked the trash bag up and said through her tears, "I'm taking my break now."
Mike said, "You can't take your break. We have a room full of customers."
"Look, you jerk” She growled. , her embarrassment and sadness giving way to anger, "I've dealt with a room full of customers all day. Jamie can handle it!" And then she slung the bag over her shoulder and stormed out of the kitchen
Mike watched her go, and then shouted, "You've got ten minutes!"
"Fine!"
Since she was taking out the trash she decided to take out the real trash. Even it would cost her job. She went to her purse and pulled out 2 of her pokeballs. Skitty’s and Bulbasaur’s. She called out her Skitty, in flash of light the pink, white, fur ball emerge. It look around and saw its master and ran up to her, and jumps into her arms.
“Ohh Skitty, its time to do some training, you up to it?” May ask her pokemon while rubbing its head.
Skitty!! The pokemon said to May, looking eager to do some training with its master.
“Just follow me Skitty, and I take you to your opponent.” May told her Skitty while placing it down the floor.
May had lead her Skitty to the dinning area were the guy who tried to grabbed her was at. She just walks up to him and taps him on his shoulder to get him to notice her.
“Will look who it is, you cloud not get another of me, could you baby doll?” The guy said to May. This guy was a real slob, more so than what Drew had become. His shirt was dirty, like it had not been clean in weeks. He smelled like he never bath, and his teeth were all broken, and rotten. His hair was so uncombed, and dirty that it looks like a use mop top.
“I guest you could say that, but now Skitty! Double-slap!” May shouted her command to her pokemon to attack this slob.
Skitty! The pokemon after hearing its master command ran up to her, and saw what she was pointing at. It did not care if it was a human or not, it just knew that the person she was pointing at was its opponent.
“what the f?” the guy shouted out.
Skitty!! The pink and white pokemon jump up and use its tail and started to slap the guy around. Using it’s double-slap attack on him.
The guy flew out of his stool and landed hard on the floor. The other customers saw what was going on and decided to that it was best to keep out of it. Because they knew the trainer of the Skitty would attack them to if they got on her wrong side, like the slob did.
“Now Skitty, blizzard attack!” May shouted out her next command to her Skitty.
Skitty!! SKITTY!!!! The feline pokemon open its mouth and took a deep breath. Soon it a cold chill filled the room; Skitty’s blizzard attack hit its mark on the slob that was still on the floor.
“Ahhh!” the guy shouted out.
Soon the guy was a frozen pop-sickle!
“Come on out Bulbasaur!” With a flash of light, May's little dinosaur pokemon reveled it self. It look like you any other Bulbasaur’s, expect for the two heart shape marks it had on its head. “OK Bulbasaur I want you use you vine wipe to pick up that frozen pop-sickle off the ground.”
Bulba! Bulbasaur! The grass pokemon said while using its vine to pick up the strange frozen object its master told it too. For some reason this was confusing to Bulbasaur but decided that it was just for the best to listen to its master commands instead of making a fess about it.
“Ok Bulbasaur, Skitty follow me.” May told her two pokemon
The pokemon followed their master, she lead them out of the Diner’s front doors. Out in front of the diner she lead to the side of the building were there some large dumpster’s, this is what she meant by taking out the trash. She told her Bulbasaur to put the frozen pop-sickle in the dumpster has she hold the lead for it open. Bulbasaur did what it was told to do, and place the pop-sickle in the dumpster. May than throw the trash bag full of broken plate’s in it.
“Ohh you guys did it! I am so proud of you! Ohh my Bulbasaur , Skitty, I love you!” May said to her two pokemon while kneeing down and hugging them. The two pokemon showed their affection for their master back. “Ok you guy’s you deserve a rest, so return!” with that May recalled them back in their pokeballs
Soon after word Mike came running out of the diner, and found May at the dumpster. He was mad has hell! Because what she did to a paying costumer. Even though he knew what the guy did, he was still mad because he just could have called up Officer Jenny to handle it, but instead May decided to take care of the guy on her own and now he probably would face a law suite from the guy
“ What you think your doing? Will I guest it does not matter now, your fired!” Mike yelled at May.
This really did not surprise May, but still maid her mad. Because she needed a job to help pay for the bill’s that she and Drew had.
“Ya ya, tell me something I all ready don’t know!” May retorted
“ hmm Just get your stuff together, and your not welcome back her at my diner!” Mike told May has he walk back towards the front of the diner, to get back to work.
“ Like I really like coming her in the first place!” May softly said to her self.
May than she slammed the heavy lid shut of the dumpster a couple times, and let out an angry, frustrated, humiliated scream. When it ended, she slumped down beside the dumpster. She hated Mike, hated her husband, hated her life. It all came out as water through a broken dam, and she cried until she had no more tears to shed. Then she sat there, shaking but not sobbing, feeling like a baby Swablu that has fallen out of its nest, a broken, twisted creature struggling futilely for the safety of the nest, even as every breath it takes brings it closer to death.
May felt a warm breath upon her back, like steam rising from the earth's core, and somehow her soul's raw wound was soothed. The presence behind her was strong and wise and ancient beyond human reckoning, and she gain strength and comfort from it. A heavy, scaled claw was placed upon her shoulder, and though the might contained in that one paw was enough to tear an hoary oak from its roots, it was gently, almost delicately placed there, a father's reassuring gesture though she had never felt that in her life. A faint smile came to her lips, and May turned to look behind her. There was nothing there.
She scrambled to her feet and looked about her frantically to catch a glimpse of the Salamence, but she found herself alone in the alley behind the diner.
“hey May, did Mike really fire you? ." Jamie said, poking her head through the back door.
May cast one last longing glance into the sky, and then look at her friend Jamie.
“Yes he did, and I am not coming back to this place! Look’s like you are on your own.” May told her friend has she got up. And walk to her car.
May open the door’s to car and got in. It took some time for it to finally start, but that did not matter to May. She was in no hurry to get back home, were she knew Drew would probley be at, drunk like he always his. She drove the car out of its parking spot and decided to just drive around Lilycove City. The rest of the day passed in a blur for May All that she could think of was the warm breath on her neck, and the feel of the Salamence wondering at the whole thing. Had it happened, or was it really just a dream? Than she remember the fun time she had traveling around with her best friend Ash when she was younger. And all the stuff they did with each other, the amazing rare pokemon they had seen, and how he had save her life more than one time. She realized that he truly loved her. But that was in the past, she did not had powers that Celebi had. This was the real world, where there was no magic. Just pain, and emptiness, and Drew waiting for her at home. She had almost convinced herself of that by the time she reached her house
She sat in the car for a few minutes, readying herself for the inevitable fight that would occur. How easy it would be, to just turn the car back on and drive away. Where would she go? She had no idea - as far as half a tank of gas would get her.
The porch light of her house turn on, and Drew was at the door. He stood there and she watched him watching her for several long moments. Then he asked, "You coming?" and May took the keys out of the ignition, and got out of the car. He stepped out of the way, and let her in, closing the door behind her.
Overhead, a sleek black shape flew across the face of the moon. It wasn't an airplane, and it was too large to be one.
May set out the dishes for dinner, and called to Drew who was sitting in the other room, where he had remained all day, watching television. She received no answer that time, nor when she called again after dishing out their food. So she quietly ate by herself, and then cleared away her dishes, leaving his plate on the table for when - or if - he roused himself.
She went into the living room and turned off the Adult show which was blaring on the TV. She paused to look at her husband, passed out in his chair. There was a big wet spot spreading out from his crotch, and he held a can of beer precariously, about to dump it out onto the floor. She took the beer from his sleeping hand, and pulled a cover up over him. Then she turned out all of the lights and went to bed.
The Salamence spread out it's wings, and glided down towards the waiting earth. It passed over businesses and parks and houses and empty streets, making its way through the slumbering town with determination. Snubbulls, and Granbulls in yards barked at the Salamence.An old gentleman on a park bench saw the elder beast pass by and his heart was so gripped with fear that he runaway screaming. The Salamence did not notice; it cared for nothing in the world.
The lights came on in the room, jarring May awake. In the doorway stood Drew unsteady on his feet. She blinked at the bright light, a little disoriented from the rapid transition of dream to reality.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I had to eat a cold dinner, cause you wouldn't wake me up." Drew slurred.
May rubbed at her eyes, and said,” Drew , I tried to wake you . . ."
"Shut up, witch! You didn't!" He interrupted, stumbling towards her. "If you had, I would have woken up. I was just dozing. You could have gotten me up. But you didn't care enough to do it, did you?"
He was standing over her, breathing down on her with his fetid alcoholic breath. She tried to back up, out of his reach Drew saw this and reached out, catching her by the hair. He wrenched her head back, and leaned close into her.
"Did you? Did you, you witch" And then he slammed her head back into the head-board, and May’s vision filled with stars. Before she could react, he punched her in the face, splitting her lip. She cried out, and Drew’s eyes widened. His vision seemed to clear a bit, and a startled look came over his face.
He sat down beside her on the bed, and cupped his head in his hands. He began to sob and whimper, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry . . . why'd you make me do it, May Why? You shoulda woken me up . . . then I wouldn'ta had to eat a cold meal, and I wouldn'ta gotten mad. I'm so sorry . . . "
May held her jaw and cried. But his accusation angered her, and she spat blood at him. " Go to hell- don't you blame this on me, you dumb old drunk. It's not my fault you're a alcoholic worm. I hate you. I hate you!"
Drew continued to yell at her, blaming her, accusing her. His fists shook, and spit flew from his mouth. The pain and fear began to recede from May She stopped focusing on Drew , and stared past him instead. There, in the far corner of her room, was the dark shape of her Salamence. His eyes glowed like fiery purple coals against the darkness of his scales, and she thought that there was a look of sadness upon his ancient face, if a Salamence face could ever be said to demonstrate emotion. The Salamence seemed to come closer, stepping in between her and her husband, and she wondered how it was that the Salamence - who was so much bigger than the tiny room - had fit inside here. Then the darkness overtook her vision finally. . .
Above them the twin moons hung low in the sky. Below them, Wailords rose joyfully from the infinite waters of the ocean. Beyond the black sand beaches, Spinda’s danced their sacred dances, and to the east ran the herds of wild Rapidash’s. May clung tightly to the back of her black-scaled Salamence soon she was join by something that was new to her dream. It was an Charizard that her best friend Ash was riding on. Together they raced across the skyline, and the tears that fell from her eyes were tears of joy, for there was no sadness in this world of dreams.
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This is an Advancshippy fan fic. Shippy becuse May realized she maid a mistake. May's background in this is different what you might expect from other fan fic's. the reson for me making this Rated R becuse it just seem to adult for PG-13. No sex is in it, thow there is hints towards it, but no real sex. and it does have some violence in it. and this is a one-shot. If you don't like to read fan fics were Drew is a drunk than don't read this one.
Salamence Dream's:
May came awake with a start, her heart beating in great excitement. Her husband Drew had turned over in his sleep, tearing her from the world of dreams, and the transition was so jarring that she almost wept for the loss. May glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside counter; its glaring red 6:45 mocked her. Time enough to fall back asleep, but not long enough to return to the world of dreams. She reached over and shut off the alarm, then quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to rouse her husband.
May started the coffee running, and then got into the shower. As the hot water poured down upon her, she closed her eyes, and tried to recapture her dreams. But they were lost to her, scattered upon the winds like the gossamer strands of an Ariados’s web. One thing remained, however, an image from her childhood. In the dream there had been a large Salamence, a sleek and elegant creature out of a child's storybook. But unlike most Salamence’s, this one had shimmering black scales, opalescent as they reflected the light of the moon. Its underside was purple, with streaks like lavender flames running up its sides. In the dream she had ridden on the creature's back, pressed low against it, as it soared through the sky, high above forests untouched by the hand of man, over beaches of black sand, and oceans that stretched out into infinity. She remembered the feel of its scaly flesh, the warmth of its body as she held on for dear life, occasionally daring to raise her head to peer out at the clouds that raced by her, or the alien marvels that spread out below them. The world of the Salamence was too beautiful to be her own.
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The dream of the Salamence was not a new one. May had, in fact, been having it all her life. It had been especially strong as a child, when she would hide in her bed, the covers pulled tightly over her head to drown out the angry sounds from her parents’ bedroom. Curled in a ball covers, she would eventually fall asleep, and then dream of a land where her drunken father would never be able to find her, a land of two suns and purple skies. A place where Spinda’s danced deep in the forests, and Rapidash’s ran along the black sand beaches. A place of magic and possibility, of escape and happiness.
As the years went by, May dreamed of her imaginary world less and less, until she stopped dreaming of it altogether. Perhaps she had no need of it any more, or perhaps she had no time for dreams. Starting out on her first pokemon journey at the age 10. She and her brother Max had meet a boy that become her best friend, Ash. Becoming busy with traveling and pokemon contests really did take a toll on her. When she was thirteen, her father was taken from her in a drunken accident, which, surprisingly, he hadn't been the cause of. A carload of teenagers that the driver had drank one too many beer’s, were returning from a pokemon tournament ran a red light and barreled into his car, killing him upon impact. Her mother force her and her little brother Max to stay home. Over the next five years, her mother went from one loser boyfriend to the next, until she ended up marrying an abusive guy named Rick who was more interested in May than her mother. One day when May went to her mom and tried to explain what Rick was trying to do to her, her mother exploded in a rage, and threw her out of the house, unwilling to believe that the man she loved could be capable of such things. Besides her mother knew that she was eighteen now, an adult that could live on her own. The day after Max ran out the house after he learn what had happen, he had manage to fine May and decided to follow her were ever she went.
May and Max managed to stay with friends, until May once again meet up with Drew, who was willing to take her in. Max decided to go on his own pokemon journey since he thought that May was save with Drew. He later meets up with Ash and started to travel around with him again. May had first meet Drew when she was training her Beautifly at a beach. She nearly hit him with the Frisbee she was using to train her Beautifly with. Their first encounter was not perfect, but May felt that there was some thing about him she could not get off her mind. Over the time with traveling with Ash she meet Drew more often and learn more about him, and secretly fell in love with Drew. This was before her father was killed, and her mother forced her to stay home. They eventually married, although he was a few of years older than her, and while their life together was not great, it was certainly better than it could have been. She had long ago stop being a pokemon coordinator and entering Contest’s because of her mother maid it impossible for her to do so. However she still keep her pokemon and train them whenever she could. She had gotten a job a local diner because she needed the money to help pay their bills.
Even though Drew had shown May kindness in her time of need, and she had to do with what she had. Over time Drew started to act a lot like her father, getting drunk and started to be mean towards her. She knew him well enough to try avoid him when he was in “one of those moods”. However she still hope that he would get over the bottle and come to his normal self because she still had love for him, even though it was fading. Unfortunately, Drew had been on a losing streak , and with the Grand Festival coming on, his opportunity for getting all the five Contests ribbon’s he needed were getting scarce. He was increasingly getting moodier, and it was less and less common for him not to be drunk when had return to their home in Lilycove City.But May avoided him as best she could, one was by training with her pokemon as many hours as she can with them. The other way was getting has much over time and filling in for other’s at the diner she work at.
May, then was too busy to dream, to wander in fields of fantasy. Yet, increasingly of late, dreams of her childhood world kept coming back, and not just while she slept. Several times over the last couple weeks she had found herself staring off into the distance, joining the Spinda’s in their lithe dances, or racing though the thigh-high grasses of a distant veldt with a herd of Rapidash’s. And the black and purple Salamence- her imagination conjured him most often. He seemed always to be with her, just behind a corner, almost out of sight, but not entirely
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The ice cold water brought May back to herself. Shivering as she stepped out of the shower, she mumbled aloud, "How long was I in there?" and then she spotted the bathroom clock and began to swear. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! I'm going to be late."
She rushed through the house, getting dressed and collecting her things, stopping only long enough to grab herself a cup of coffee, and then she was out the door. It was a chilly November morning, and predictably enough, her old car that she only paid $800.00 for gave her trouble starting. She let loose with a string of vile invective and began pounding her fists on the steering wheel. Apparently this frightened the car into submission and the monster roared to life. Thankfully, no one was on the streets at that obscene hour, and May began to think that she might actually make it to work on time. Than a flash of light appeared, it come from inside her purse. It was her Skitty, the pokemon that she found that was sick when she was still traveling around with her best friend Ash throw the Honne region. Skitty become her pokemon after she had got it healed from the nice lady who was using aromatherapy to heal sick pokemon, but off course Jessie from Team Rocket maid it hard for her to catch Skitty. In the end, Skitty just simple let it self into May’s pokeball by playing around with it and taping it. It basically captured it self. Skitty jump on to its masters lap and started to play around with May. May hugged Skitty told it that she love’s it and explain to it that she needed to go to work, and that she play with it later. Skitty was upset by these, but understood what it’s master was telling it. May than put it back in it’s pokeball. And than she started to drive to her job at the diner.
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Her hopes were dashed when she saw the angry look on the face of Mike - the eponymous owner of the diner - who was hurriedly setting things up in the kitchen. " Don’t any of you have any responsibility? Look at this!" He growled, pouring oil into the fryer. "My cook calls in at the last minute, saying he isn’t coming in, he's sick. You haven't shown up - I'm thinking I'm gonna have to run this place myself. What the hell is wrong with you kids today?"
May ignored the red-faced old man as he continued his tirade, slipping into her uniform and then helping him set up for the morning rush, refraining from mentioning that she was covering for one of the other waitresses on this, her day off. When the first customers started trickling in at 9:00 they were ready for them, though, so it turned out well.
Mike's was an old, tired place that had definitely seen better days. Unfortunately, those days were long behind it, and not likely to return. The linoleum was dingy and cracked, and many of the leather chairs had silver electrical tape on them. None of the cups or dishes matched, and the vases of fake flowers that sat on each table were faded and brittle from age. Yellowed pictures of mountain scenes and sad old women stared down from the walls. The lights were dim and flickered occasionally.
But the regular customers who frequented Mike's didn't mind. In many ways they resembled the little diner. Elderly men in heavy flannel shirts that hung limply off their shoulders; women who dyed their hair unnatural colors and wore too much make-up but never succeeded in hiding the ravages of time; dirty, vacant-eyed vagrants who came in for the cheap food and free refills of coffee; and the lonely truckers passing through Lilycove City. Just as the moribund spirit of decay and depression had touched the little diner, it was no stranger in the lives of all those who frequented Mike's.
Although the term "morning rush" was something of a joke at Mike's, as they usually only had the same five or six people who ritualistically came to the diner for breakfast before work or to stem off the loneliness that comes with old age, on this particular morning, the term was indeed applicable. All of the stools in front of the counter, and well over half of the booths were occupied, with just May to serve them all.
May tried admirably to do it, running from one table to the next, juggling breakfast specials, order slips, and pots of coffee in her arms. But she was only one woman, and quickly fell behind. She got orders wrong several times, spilled coffee on a customer, and gave incorrect change to another. He did not return the amount, and she only found that out later, when she was counting her till. A number of customers grew impatient after having to wait, and made all manner of rude comments about her inability to do her job, and their need to hire more help. She merely nodded and poured their coffee, or counted out their change, and moved on to the next table, where she heard it all over again. It did not help when of the customer’s had let out Abra. The Abra had used it psychic attack lift up many of the plates of food that she had just served. When its trainer finally recalled it back into its pokeball all the meals were ruined has there were drop on the floor. Mike got mad at this because it was a
waste of food and most of the plates were shattered, and ruined. May was stuck with the mess to clean it up, at less Mike had since not to charge May for all the lost meal’s and broken plate’s. The owner of the Abra got a rather big bill at the end of his meal that he protested it. He maid such a scene that Mike had to call Officer Jenny to the diner to take care of him.
At one table there had been a family, a man and a woman, and two children, one aged eight , the other a toddler. When she had come for their order, they hemmed and hawed indecisively while the person at the next table rattled his empty cup suggestively. When she asked if they would like a few more moments to choose, the father said that they had certainly waited long enough for her, she could wait for them. So May stood there patiently while the family went over their menu yet again, and the person at the other table began to pound his cup and make loud coughing sounds. They eventually decided, and she brought them their food, but the youngest child did not eat it. Instead he dumped his juice all over the table, painted the walls with his scrambled eggs, and dropped bits of toast on the person sitting behind him
This was essentially how her day went, until around 11:00 when there was enough of a lull that Mike could come out from the kitchen and make calls to the other waitresses. Eventually he reached Jamie - the girl that May had agreed to cover for - and she consented to coming in, much to the delight of Mike.
"Ya see that, May He said, helping her clear off the counter. "That's what I was talking about earlier. Jamie there, she's got the responsibility. She's coming in to help on her day off. If only more of you kids were like that, this country wouldn't be going straight into the potty”
Before May could sputter out that she was the one who had come in on her day off, a person that she did not notice before shouted, "Yo, a little help here?" And she resignedly went off to take his order.
When Jamie eventually showed up - almost an hour and a half later, well into the lunch rush –May was about ready to drop dead. She hadn't had her break, and the burden of being the only waitress all day was bearing heavily upon her. That's why, when she first saw the Salamence, she was convinced that it was an hallucination from her fatigue.
She had been cleaning a table that looked out onto the street-front when she glimpsed in the distance an odd shape. At first she thought it was a low-flying airplane until it made an abrupt dive and then turned that into a loop. No airplane she knew of could do that. A flying type pokemon perhaps? A Zapdos? What could it be? She stared intently out the window as the curious black figure performed a series of aerial acrobatics above the abandoned building across the street. Then it seemed to stop, and turn, and look directly at her. It slowly began to come forward, and as it approached the diner, May, the air catching in her throat, was able to make out what it was - it was the Salamence from her dreams!
"Hey, girl. Whatcha looking at?" Jamie asked, coming up behind her.
May startled and speechless, just pointed out the window.
What?" Jamie asked, leaning up against May "I don't see anything."
May turned and looked at her friend. "It's right there in front of us. What do you mean you can't see anything?" But when she turned back to stare out the window, the Salamence had vanished.
Jamie squinted to see, then shook her head. "Okay. No more coffee for you, girl. You're seeing things."
May pressed her forehead against the window to try and get a better look, but the Salamence really had disappeared. She felt her heart sink, and was gripped by an unbearable sense of loss. Tears welled up in her eyes, and it was only her steely composure which kept them from falling.
"Thanks for covering for me, even though I didn't get to escape this hell-hole after all." Jamie continued.
May took a couple deep breaths and then turned and looked at her friend. "You mean you weren't sick after all?"
Jamie laughed. "Well, I wasn't in any shape to come in this morning. My new boy friend got paid last night, and we went out drinking, on account of it he also wanted to celebrate because he decided to dump his loser girlfriend, will that’s what he said. Oh boy, I was feeling every minute of it this morning. I threw up like three times. Uggh. That was no fun. But last night sure was." She smiled conspiratorially. "Three times in one night, can you believe it? Ha ha. I haven't done it that many times in . . . months, but last night, ohh was just the best!”
May couldn't believe it. It had been a lot longer than a few months since she and Drew had done it, in fact it had been nearly two year’s. May started to think that with all the drinking Drew has been doing lately, she be amazed if he could even get it up. The stench of stale beer and urine were always about him, a palpable miasma of decay. This is what May really hated, and one of the reasons why she increasingly no longer wanted to be with him or be married to him.
Things were easier with Jamie there, but they were no less hectic. At one point, all of the booths were filled, and since people were on their lunch breaks, they were in even greater hurries and less understanding of mistakes. On top of that, there were a bunch of truckers at the front counter, and they were giving Jamie and May a hard time. Big guys with bellies that hung over their belts, they reeked of old sweat and cigarette smoke. One of them would tell a joke or make a pass at the girls as they walked back to get an order, and all of the others would laugh uproariously. May was carrying a stack of dirty dishes that she had bussed from a table, and the guy who was sitting on the end reached out and tried to grabbed her as she walked by. May’s mind had been wandering, and the near assault startled her, and she dropped the stack of dishes. They clashed to the ground and broke and all of the truckers let out with their big, dumb laughter: Hu-huh hu-huh hu-huh.
May knelt down to pick up the broken shards, and Mike came out from the kitchen, bellowing, "What the hell was that? You dumb, clumsy girl. Look what you did. Just look at this mess!" May’s wall of composure cracked as the plates and cups had cracked, and she began to cry as she knelt there, picking up the broken porcelain. When she had it all cleaned up, she carried it to the back and dumped it in the trash bag, then picked the trash bag up and said through her tears, "I'm taking my break now."
Mike said, "You can't take your break. We have a room full of customers."
"Look, you jerk” She growled. , her embarrassment and sadness giving way to anger, "I've dealt with a room full of customers all day. Jamie can handle it!" And then she slung the bag over her shoulder and stormed out of the kitchen
Mike watched her go, and then shouted, "You've got ten minutes!"
"Fine!"
Since she was taking out the trash she decided to take out the real trash. Even it would cost her job. She went to her purse and pulled out 2 of her pokeballs. Skitty’s and Bulbasaur’s. She called out her Skitty, in flash of light the pink, white, fur ball emerge. It look around and saw its master and ran up to her, and jumps into her arms.
“Ohh Skitty, its time to do some training, you up to it?” May ask her pokemon while rubbing its head.
Skitty!! The pokemon said to May, looking eager to do some training with its master.
“Just follow me Skitty, and I take you to your opponent.” May told her Skitty while placing it down the floor.
May had lead her Skitty to the dinning area were the guy who tried to grabbed her was at. She just walks up to him and taps him on his shoulder to get him to notice her.
“Will look who it is, you cloud not get another of me, could you baby doll?” The guy said to May. This guy was a real slob, more so than what Drew had become. His shirt was dirty, like it had not been clean in weeks. He smelled like he never bath, and his teeth were all broken, and rotten. His hair was so uncombed, and dirty that it looks like a use mop top.
“I guest you could say that, but now Skitty! Double-slap!” May shouted her command to her pokemon to attack this slob.
Skitty! The pokemon after hearing its master command ran up to her, and saw what she was pointing at. It did not care if it was a human or not, it just knew that the person she was pointing at was its opponent.
“what the f?” the guy shouted out.
Skitty!! The pink and white pokemon jump up and use its tail and started to slap the guy around. Using it’s double-slap attack on him.
The guy flew out of his stool and landed hard on the floor. The other customers saw what was going on and decided to that it was best to keep out of it. Because they knew the trainer of the Skitty would attack them to if they got on her wrong side, like the slob did.
“Now Skitty, blizzard attack!” May shouted out her next command to her Skitty.
Skitty!! SKITTY!!!! The feline pokemon open its mouth and took a deep breath. Soon it a cold chill filled the room; Skitty’s blizzard attack hit its mark on the slob that was still on the floor.
“Ahhh!” the guy shouted out.
Soon the guy was a frozen pop-sickle!
“Come on out Bulbasaur!” With a flash of light, May's little dinosaur pokemon reveled it self. It look like you any other Bulbasaur’s, expect for the two heart shape marks it had on its head. “OK Bulbasaur I want you use you vine wipe to pick up that frozen pop-sickle off the ground.”
Bulba! Bulbasaur! The grass pokemon said while using its vine to pick up the strange frozen object its master told it too. For some reason this was confusing to Bulbasaur but decided that it was just for the best to listen to its master commands instead of making a fess about it.
“Ok Bulbasaur, Skitty follow me.” May told her two pokemon
The pokemon followed their master, she lead them out of the Diner’s front doors. Out in front of the diner she lead to the side of the building were there some large dumpster’s, this is what she meant by taking out the trash. She told her Bulbasaur to put the frozen pop-sickle in the dumpster has she hold the lead for it open. Bulbasaur did what it was told to do, and place the pop-sickle in the dumpster. May than throw the trash bag full of broken plate’s in it.
“Ohh you guys did it! I am so proud of you! Ohh my Bulbasaur , Skitty, I love you!” May said to her two pokemon while kneeing down and hugging them. The two pokemon showed their affection for their master back. “Ok you guy’s you deserve a rest, so return!” with that May recalled them back in their pokeballs
Soon after word Mike came running out of the diner, and found May at the dumpster. He was mad has hell! Because what she did to a paying costumer. Even though he knew what the guy did, he was still mad because he just could have called up Officer Jenny to handle it, but instead May decided to take care of the guy on her own and now he probably would face a law suite from the guy
“ What you think your doing? Will I guest it does not matter now, your fired!” Mike yelled at May.
This really did not surprise May, but still maid her mad. Because she needed a job to help pay for the bill’s that she and Drew had.
“Ya ya, tell me something I all ready don’t know!” May retorted
“ hmm Just get your stuff together, and your not welcome back her at my diner!” Mike told May has he walk back towards the front of the diner, to get back to work.
“ Like I really like coming her in the first place!” May softly said to her self.
May than she slammed the heavy lid shut of the dumpster a couple times, and let out an angry, frustrated, humiliated scream. When it ended, she slumped down beside the dumpster. She hated Mike, hated her husband, hated her life. It all came out as water through a broken dam, and she cried until she had no more tears to shed. Then she sat there, shaking but not sobbing, feeling like a baby Swablu that has fallen out of its nest, a broken, twisted creature struggling futilely for the safety of the nest, even as every breath it takes brings it closer to death.
May felt a warm breath upon her back, like steam rising from the earth's core, and somehow her soul's raw wound was soothed. The presence behind her was strong and wise and ancient beyond human reckoning, and she gain strength and comfort from it. A heavy, scaled claw was placed upon her shoulder, and though the might contained in that one paw was enough to tear an hoary oak from its roots, it was gently, almost delicately placed there, a father's reassuring gesture though she had never felt that in her life. A faint smile came to her lips, and May turned to look behind her. There was nothing there.
She scrambled to her feet and looked about her frantically to catch a glimpse of the Salamence, but she found herself alone in the alley behind the diner.
“hey May, did Mike really fire you? ." Jamie said, poking her head through the back door.
May cast one last longing glance into the sky, and then look at her friend Jamie.
“Yes he did, and I am not coming back to this place! Look’s like you are on your own.” May told her friend has she got up. And walk to her car.
May open the door’s to car and got in. It took some time for it to finally start, but that did not matter to May. She was in no hurry to get back home, were she knew Drew would probley be at, drunk like he always his. She drove the car out of its parking spot and decided to just drive around Lilycove City. The rest of the day passed in a blur for May All that she could think of was the warm breath on her neck, and the feel of the Salamence wondering at the whole thing. Had it happened, or was it really just a dream? Than she remember the fun time she had traveling around with her best friend Ash when she was younger. And all the stuff they did with each other, the amazing rare pokemon they had seen, and how he had save her life more than one time. She realized that he truly loved her. But that was in the past, she did not had powers that Celebi had. This was the real world, where there was no magic. Just pain, and emptiness, and Drew waiting for her at home. She had almost convinced herself of that by the time she reached her house
She sat in the car for a few minutes, readying herself for the inevitable fight that would occur. How easy it would be, to just turn the car back on and drive away. Where would she go? She had no idea - as far as half a tank of gas would get her.
The porch light of her house turn on, and Drew was at the door. He stood there and she watched him watching her for several long moments. Then he asked, "You coming?" and May took the keys out of the ignition, and got out of the car. He stepped out of the way, and let her in, closing the door behind her.
Overhead, a sleek black shape flew across the face of the moon. It wasn't an airplane, and it was too large to be one.
May set out the dishes for dinner, and called to Drew who was sitting in the other room, where he had remained all day, watching television. She received no answer that time, nor when she called again after dishing out their food. So she quietly ate by herself, and then cleared away her dishes, leaving his plate on the table for when - or if - he roused himself.
She went into the living room and turned off the Adult show which was blaring on the TV. She paused to look at her husband, passed out in his chair. There was a big wet spot spreading out from his crotch, and he held a can of beer precariously, about to dump it out onto the floor. She took the beer from his sleeping hand, and pulled a cover up over him. Then she turned out all of the lights and went to bed.
The Salamence spread out it's wings, and glided down towards the waiting earth. It passed over businesses and parks and houses and empty streets, making its way through the slumbering town with determination. Snubbulls, and Granbulls in yards barked at the Salamence.An old gentleman on a park bench saw the elder beast pass by and his heart was so gripped with fear that he runaway screaming. The Salamence did not notice; it cared for nothing in the world.
The lights came on in the room, jarring May awake. In the doorway stood Drew unsteady on his feet. She blinked at the bright light, a little disoriented from the rapid transition of dream to reality.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I had to eat a cold dinner, cause you wouldn't wake me up." Drew slurred.
May rubbed at her eyes, and said,” Drew , I tried to wake you . . ."
"Shut up, witch! You didn't!" He interrupted, stumbling towards her. "If you had, I would have woken up. I was just dozing. You could have gotten me up. But you didn't care enough to do it, did you?"
He was standing over her, breathing down on her with his fetid alcoholic breath. She tried to back up, out of his reach Drew saw this and reached out, catching her by the hair. He wrenched her head back, and leaned close into her.
"Did you? Did you, you witch" And then he slammed her head back into the head-board, and May’s vision filled with stars. Before she could react, he punched her in the face, splitting her lip. She cried out, and Drew’s eyes widened. His vision seemed to clear a bit, and a startled look came over his face.
He sat down beside her on the bed, and cupped his head in his hands. He began to sob and whimper, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry . . . why'd you make me do it, May Why? You shoulda woken me up . . . then I wouldn'ta had to eat a cold meal, and I wouldn'ta gotten mad. I'm so sorry . . . "
May held her jaw and cried. But his accusation angered her, and she spat blood at him. " Go to hell- don't you blame this on me, you dumb old drunk. It's not my fault you're a alcoholic worm. I hate you. I hate you!"
Drew continued to yell at her, blaming her, accusing her. His fists shook, and spit flew from his mouth. The pain and fear began to recede from May She stopped focusing on Drew , and stared past him instead. There, in the far corner of her room, was the dark shape of her Salamence. His eyes glowed like fiery purple coals against the darkness of his scales, and she thought that there was a look of sadness upon his ancient face, if a Salamence face could ever be said to demonstrate emotion. The Salamence seemed to come closer, stepping in between her and her husband, and she wondered how it was that the Salamence - who was so much bigger than the tiny room - had fit inside here. Then the darkness overtook her vision finally. . .
Above them the twin moons hung low in the sky. Below them, Wailords rose joyfully from the infinite waters of the ocean. Beyond the black sand beaches, Spinda’s danced their sacred dances, and to the east ran the herds of wild Rapidash’s. May clung tightly to the back of her black-scaled Salamence soon she was join by something that was new to her dream. It was an Charizard that her best friend Ash was riding on. Together they raced across the skyline, and the tears that fell from her eyes were tears of joy, for there was no sadness in this world of dreams.
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