pokemon; 10 Song Meme Dump Post | Paul/Dawn

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Title: blue stars
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: "They're wrong, you know," she said.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Notes: I wrote these all back in March, partially for mission_insane and partially for the 10 Song Meme. The longer these languish on my harddrive, the more annoyed I get, which is why I'm posting them all now. All to be cross-posted to mission_insane and ikarishipping. Anyways, this particular one was written for "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw and the prompt "Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it."

blue starsDawn made her way over to the clearing as quietly as she could, leaves crackling and twigs snapping beneath her feet. Despite all the noise she was making, Paul didn't react. He just stood there, back turned towards her and face lifted towards the sky.

She began to make her way over to him, finally speaking as she did so. "So this is where you disappeared to. I was beginning to worry."

He did turn to face her, then, although she could read his expression no more easily then she could the moment before. She smiled at him, reaching out to take his hand with both of hers without a moment's thought.

"Are you alright?" Dawn asked, more because she knew he expected her to then because she expected an actual reply.

"I don't really care," he answered, much to her surprise. "They can think what they like." The words so don't worry about it were left unspoken, but were understood by both all the same. He looked up, towards where billions of stars pricked the sky.

A variety of expressions crossed Dawn's face, each and every one of her thoughts on display for anyone to see, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she squeezed his hand a little tighter, looking down at where her hands and his met.

"They're wrong, you know," she said, suddenly, breaking the silence. "Even if you don't care, I do— and they're wrong. There's nothing wrong in fighting a battle you can't win, in battling someone stronger then you. In fact—" She broke off, cheeks reddening at her own thoughts. She paused, looking up at him almost shyly from the corner of her eyes. "...I like that, about you," she finally said. "You don't give up. I like that." She looked away, blushing furiously.

Paul let out his breath, slowly. "I don't care what they think," he repeated. "But..." He trailed off, looking down at her now. Unlike Dawn, he didn't pick up where he had left off. Instead, he moved his free hand, brushing it against her cheek, letting his actions say what he would not.

She looked back at him, moving one of her hands to capture his other one. "I know," she said, softly, and smiled up at him. "I know."
Title: good old-fashioned revenge
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: "I didn't think you were the destructive type," Paul said bluntly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Notes: Written for "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood and the prompt Justice. Don't worry, Paul and Dawn don't cheat on each other in this fic, though I did nearly have a heart attack when this song popped up.

good old-fashioned revenge"Jerk," she muttered, angrily, wiping the tears spilling from her eyes away with the backs of her hands.

"Are you talking about me or him?" he asked, rather calmly considering he had a crying girl standing there in front of him. Ash would not have been so calm. She wasn't so sure of Brock, but despite all his parental qualities she couldn't quite picture him standing there in front of her like this. But here he was, watching her even though he didn't have to.

She gave a watery laugh. "Him, I think," she said weakly.

"Hm." He didn't say anything more. He just kept looking at her, like he was waiting.

"I mean— why?" she asked, suddenly not caring that it was him of all people that she was talking to. "I never thought that he would do this. I thought that he lo—" Her voice broke, and she couldn't continue. She just cried, holding her palms against her eyes to catch the tears, both terribly aware of his eyes on her and not caring one bit.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Huh?" She looked, up, her surprise momentarily stilling the flow of her tears. "What?"

"What are you going to do about it?" he repeated. "Are you just going to stand here and cry about it? Or are you going to do something?"

She just stared at him, eyes wide and big and blue. "What...I'm going to do?" she repeated, carefully forming each word like they were a piece of a foreign language, like they were something she had to get just right or everything would fall to pieces.

He didn't reply, just gave her a short nod.

"I want...to never see him again," she said, slowly, and although the words hurt, she knew it was right. She glanced into the open doorway, where she knew, somewhere instead, he was. "I want him to know what he did wrong." Her fingers folded in on themselves, biting into her skin. "I want him to know that what he did was wrong."

He smirked, and tossed her some keys. She lunged for them, barely snagging them with the tips of her fingers, then looked up at him, her expression clearly showing her bafflement.

"Then show him," he said, simply.

She looked down at the keys she held for a moment, then, finally, she smiled.

"Yeah," she said, slowly. "I think I will."



"Buneary, Ice Punch," she ordered. The Rabbit Pokemon happily complied, and the window shield shattered under the pressure. Dawn hummed a catchy song under her breath, happily surveying the work she and her Pokemon had done on the now-wreck.

"I didn't think you were the destructive type," Paul said bluntly. He leaned against the wall of the building, arms crossed.

"I'm not," Dawn admitted, ruefully. "But he does need to know what he did was wrong...and he was always ridiculously attached to this old thing, anyways." She turned back to look at the car again. "...You know, I should have known that there was something wrong with him then. He probably likes this thing more then his own Pokemon. Oh, and Piplup, could you use Peck on those headlights?"

He obeyed, and a moment later the headlights were smashed.

"Besides," she continued a moment later. "That poor girl doesn't know what she's getting into. Someone needs to warn her."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "You're feeling sorry for her?"

"Why not?" Dawn looked over at him again. "It's not like she knows he has— had— a girlfriend."

He snorted, straightening up and shoving his hands into his pocket. "Only you would feel sorry for her in this situation, stupid girl."

"Yeah," she said, looking away so he wouldn't see the way her face had suddenly crumpled, although it wasn't from the insult. "Maybe you're right. But I feel sorry for her anyways." She shook her head, wiping away a few stray tears. No. She would be fine. He wasn't worth crying over, anyways.

She looked over the car one last time. "Alright," she said, finally. "I think that's enough. Good job, everyone." As she spoke, she returned all her Pokemon, except for Piplup, of course, and put them away. She knelt down, arms outstretched, and he waddled into her arms. She stood, holding him tightly, and turned back to Paul.

"Thank you," she said, simply. "You were right— I really needed that."

"Hn." He looked away from her, and she smiled at him. Yeah. She would be just fine.
Title: mud-splattered circumstances
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: "I don't think falling off of that ledge was the smartest thing we've ever done."
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Notes: This one sucks so much, I swear. Anyways. Written for "Runaway" by Avril Lavigne and this meme is not doing well for my music reputation, is it.

mud-splattered circumstancesDawn groaned, pulling herself up to a sitting position. After wiping her hands on the grass the best she could, she began to run her hands through her hair, picking the twigs and leaves and whatever else had gotten caught up into it out of it. There wasn't much she could do about the mud she was currently splattered with, though, and she ignored it for the time being in favor of making her hair as presentable as she could.

As she worked, she glanced over at Paul— and burst out into a fit of giggles. She was so used to seeing him impeccably perfect— seeing him as rumpled and mud-splattered as she was felt...satisfying, in an odd sort of way. Like it was proof he was just as human as anyone else.

"I don't think falling off of that ledge was the smartest thing we've ever done," Dawn said, still laughing a bit.

"No," he said shortly. "It wasn't." He stood, looking up at where they had fallen from. Dawn followed his gaze. "Why, again, were you running at me like that?"

Dawn winced, more out of habit then from real guilt. "Sorry," she said. "I just wanted to get away from everyone for a bit. See you again."

"So you had to barrel into me?"

She giggled. "That part wasn't in my plans, actually," she informed him. "I didn't realize that it was so muddy over there." She stifled a giggle as she recalled his expression right before they had tumbled down through the mud. She ran her fingers through her hair one more time, making sure that it was the best she could get it under the current circumstances.

"Could have fooled me," he muttered under his breath, but she heard him anyways. This time, she couldn't stifle her amusement.

"Oh, come on," she said, finally standing. She tried brushing the mud off of her dress, but it just ended up clumping to her hands. She made a face, and wiped it against the bark of the trees surrounding them. "That was fun."

Paul raised an eyebrow at her as if to say, are you kidding? She flashed him a cheeky grin, folding her hands together behind her back.

He sighed, then turned and began to walk away.

"Hey, wait!" Dawn exclaimed, running to catch up. She exhaled, briefly closing her eyes, then looked back up at him. "Sheesh. Warn me next time you decide to up and leave, okay?"

"Hn."

"That wasn't an answer," Dawn pointed out. She reached over, grabbing his hand. Normally she would shy away from doing so when her hands were that dirty, but he was as muddy as she was, so she figured it couldn't hurt.

His expression didn't change, but he didn't push her away either. She smiled, knowing that he wasn't as annoyed with her as he pretended to be.

"Where are we going?" she asked presently.

"Back."

"Back?" she echoed, momentarily confused. "Oh. You mean back up?"

He nodded.

"Oh." She thought about this for a moment. He was right. There was bound to be a way back up even if they couldn't go the way they came. It would just take a while.

Her smile widened, and she stepped a little closer to him. She may have been muddy, her hair may have been in desperate need of a brush, and she may have needed to change her clothing desperately, but as far as she was concerned, finding their way back could take forever.

She was perfectly fine right here.
Title: waiting (for him)
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: She was waiting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Notes: Written for "Hey Stephen" by Taylor Swift and the prompt Return. There's actually one more of these oneshots, but I just realized that I never finished it, so yeah. Not going to be posted tonight. Or anytime soon.

waiting (for him)Dawn sat on the doorstep, huddling against the doorframe. Her knees were to her chest, and she buried her face into her gloves, thankful she had dressed warmly for the coming night's chill.

She was waiting.

Reggie had gotten quite a shock when he walked up the path to his home and found her sitting there outside. He had invited her in, of course, but she had declined with a smile. "No," she said, "I'm fine right here." He had repeated his request a few more times as the hour grew later, but she had answered the same way each time.

He didn't ask what she was doing there, and she didn't tell him.

She had accepted his offer of food, but that had been an hour ago already. She let out her breath, watching it mist around her face before leaning her head back against the frame. She closed her eyes briefly.

She was waiting.

It had taken her a while— months, really— to know what it was she was waiting for. In that time, she had traveled through Hoenn, winning and losing contests, making new friends and keeping in touch with old ones. And— remembering. Remembering the days she had traveled through Sinnoh, and the adventures she had in those days, the people she had met.

Especially him.

A smile played on her lips as an image of him rose unbidden from the depths of her mind. She wondered what he would say when he found her here, waiting for him. He definitely wouldn't be expecting it, of that she was certain. She would not have even known he would be coming home on this day if it hadn't been for a chance conversation with Ash, who had dropped a chance remark about a certain rival of his' plans to return home after the all the battling had ended. She had wrapped up everything in Hoenn, and headed straight for Veilstone.

So she sat there, waiting for him, waiting to say the words she had been carrying silently for all of these months.

And when she saw him walking up that path, walking towards his home, towards her in the fading light of the setting sun, she smiled and stood to greet him.