Hello again. This is my second song-fic, which I hope is better than my first one. I hope you like it. Read & Review. One thing to note is that this story features Monica's version of "Misty Blue" since it's the one I own. Also, Pikachu speaks in plain English here since I'm too lazy to type out 'Pika-pi Pikachu' all the time.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Pokemon franchise or the song Misty Blue.

Misty Blue

Ash, Dawn and Brock were at the Pokémon Center taking a break from traveling. Dawn was training her pokémon for an upcoming contest and Brock was attempting to hit on Nurse Joy like always. Ash was up in his and Brock's room. He would normally be training his own pokémon either for a contest or more likely for a gym battle, but something, or rather someone, was occupying all his thoughts at the moment.

It's been five years and yet her memory is just as strong now as it was when she first left

Thinking about her for long was never good for Ash. He would lose track of time getting caught up in his memories and the yearning to have her back didn't help matters. He sometimes would get to the point of tears as he missed her so much. Of course, he never told anyone this, and put up a happy front most of the time, but for some reason, he felt Brock at least, already knew.

Pikachu moved over beside its trainer and looked at him sympathetically. The yellow mouse had known about Ash's feelings for their female friend for a long time and while it understood how much Ash missed her, it felt that he needed to let out his feelings somehow.

Pikachu poked Ash in his back to get his attention. Turning over, Ash looked at his best friend and gave a sad smile. "Hey buddy. Sorry if I'm worrying you."

"Ash, instead of just lying around thinking about her, do something to let out your feelings," Pikachu told him.

"Like what? I can't just up and go to Cerulean City," he said.

"I never said you had to. Call her, write her a letter," Pikachu said.

"I've tried, but every time I write her a letter, I chicken out and never send it. The few times I've managed to call her, I never get around to telling her I love her either because of nervousness or someone interrupts me or her before I get the chance."

"Okay, then write down your feelings anyway in a format other than a letter and keep it with you."

"How?" Ash asked

Pikachu slapped its forehead in frustration. 'Oh for Ho-Oh's sake! Misty was right, this boy is incredibly dense!'

"Write a poem, write a song, write a journal entry, write a transcript of what you would say to her, write something!"

Ash looked at Pikachu in surprise, not expecting the irate response.

"Calm down buddy. Alright, I'll write something down. Um…which format should I use?"

In that moment, Pikachu wanted to shock him, but fought the urge. "Look Mr. Pokémon Master in training, I don't have all the answers. Figure it out yourself and then get back to me."

Pikachu jumped down off the bed and motioned to the door. Ash got up and opened it enough so the pokémon could go through.

Ash went back to the bed and sat down.

What should I write? A poem and a song are essentially the same thing and I've never been good at creative writing. A journal entry would be good, but journals and diaries are notorious for being read by the one person you didn't want to read them. A transcript of what I would say? I don't want to have to read a piece of paper when I confess…if I confess.

After a lot of thought, Ash decided a song would be best. That way, no flowery language would be needed like in poems. The song itself would be a catharsis for his feelings of loss since from the time Misty left, most of his thoughts about her consisted of how much he missed her. Ash went and locked the door so no one could unexpectedly walk in while he was writing.

At lunchtime, Brock went up to the room he and Ash shared and tried to open the door. When he found it was locked, he knocked on the door, guessing Ash was in there.

"Ash, it's time for lunch. Why is the door locked?" he asked through the door.

"Sorry Brock, but I'm writing something private. That's why I locked the door. I'll be down for lunch in a little while," Ash answered.

"Can't you pause whatever it is you're writing and restart it after lunch?" Brock asked.

"Nope. I don't wanna lose my train of thought and have to start the whole thing over," Ash said.

"Alright, but hurry up," Brock said before going back downstairs.

About twenty minutes later, Ash came downstairs and ate lunch quicker than usual since it was already beginning to get cold.

"So Ash, what were you writing?" Dawn asked.

"Not to be rude, but it's none of your business. Brock, same goes for you. What I was writing is for my eyes only."

"Alright, sorry for asking," Dawn said, raising her hands in a defensive manner.

After lunch, while Ash was training with his pokémon, Dawn pulled Brock away from Nurse Joy and said that she needed to talk to him.

"What is it?" Brock asked.

"Ash said that what he was writing was private. You know him better than I do and I'm curious. Do you have any idea what it could be?"

"In fact Dawn, I do have an idea, but if Ash said it was private, we should respect that."

"I guess you're right."

"Now if you'll excuse me," he said as his enamored look crossed his face, "I have a beautiful nurse to woo."

Dawn laughed. He'd have a girl by now if he could just control his hormones. She looked up at the door of the room that her friends shared. Oh why not at least take a peek? I'll put it right back and never say a thing.

She went up to the door and tried the knob. Amazingly, it was unlocked. She saw Ash's backpack on the floor and quickly unzipped it and looked around for a piece of paper. She found a piece of notebook paper and took it out. The paper was folded and when she opened it, she found a title and song lyrics.

Misty Blue

Oh, it's…been such a long long time
Looked like I get you off of my mind
But I can't, just the thought of you
Turns my whole world misty blue

Oh honey, just the mention of your name
Turns a flicker to a flame
Listen to me good baby
I think of the things we used to do
And my whole world turns misty blue

Oh…baby I should forget you
Heaven knows I've tried
Baby, when I said that I'm glad we're through
Deep in my heart I know I've lied, I've lied, I've lied

Oh…honey, it's been such a long long time
Looks like I get you off of my mind
But I can't, just the thought of you
My love, my whole world turns misty blue

Oh…no I can't no I can't, I can't forget you
My whole world turns misty blue

Oh…my love
My whole world turns misty blue

Baby (5x) I should forget you
My whole world turns misty blue

Oh…my love
My whole world turns misty blue

Baby, baby I should forget you
Misty blue

"Well, I never knew Ash to be the poetic type. These lyrics are pretty good. Wait a minute…Misty…that's the name of the girl Ash first traveled with. Does he like her? Well, no time to wonder about it now. I've gotta get out of here before Ash comes in from training."

Dawn folded the paper and put it back in Ash's backpack and zipped it up. Peeking her head out the door, she saw to her relief that Ash hadn't come in yet and that Brock was still busy with Nurse Joy. Stepping out of Ash and Brock's room as quietly as she could, she went into the adjacent room to the right of it and entered.

That evening, the three were getting ready for bed and Dawn called Brock into her room right before he turned in for the night. She had to talk to him. He had said that he had an idea of what Ash had written and she wanted to know if he already knew about Ash and this Misty girl.

"Make it quick Dawn, our curfew is in fifteen minutes," Brock said.

"Brock…you remember that thing that Ash was writing in your room?" she asked.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, I went into your room while he was training and I saw what it was."

"YOU WHAT?" he exclaimed.

Dawn quickly put her hand over his mouth. "Don't shout. I don't want Ash to hear," she whispered.

"Dawn, how could you invade Ash's privacy like that?"

"I know it was wrong, but I was just so curious. Anyway, I found out that what he was writing was a song called Misty Blue and I was wondering if it had anything to do with that girl that he used to travel with."

"The name of the song is Misty Blue, what do you think?" he asked, still irritated that Dawn had blatantly violated Ash's privacy.

"Sheesh, you don't have to bite my head off," she said pouting.

"Look, I'm very disappointed in you right now Dawn."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. Say it to Ash, not me."

"I can't. He'll kill me if he finds out. Can't we just keep quiet about it? What he doesn't know can't hurt him," she reasoned.

Brock sighed. "Alright, but if you ever do this again, if you don't go to Ash yourself then I will."

"So the song is about Misty. From the lyrics, it sounds like he really misses her. I think he might be in love with her."

"Forgive me for not being shocked, but I've known that for almost as long as I've known Ash."

"Wow. Does she love him?" Dawn asked.

"Over the moon for him," Brock answered.

"But then, why aren't they together?"

"Distance and cowardice. Misty is in another region and Ash is too chicken to tell her his feelings in any form whatsoever."

"Well, I hope they can confess one day."

"Me too. Now Dawn, you cannot tell Ash I told you any of this. If he finds out, I'll be a dead man and you'll be a dead girl because I will come back from the dead and tell Ash you looked at his song."

"I promise."

Ash had shown the song to Pikachu and the electric mouse seemed to approve.

"I wonder when Brock is coming back in. It's two minutes till curfew," Ash said to Pikachu.

Just as he said that, Brock came in.

"Alright Ash, let's turn in," Brock said.

"Right."

Ash took off his jacket and his hat and got out his sleeping bag while Brock got into the bed.

"So what did Dawn want to talk to you about?"

"Oh nothing important. She just wanted to tell me about her training for the next contest."

"Okay. Goodnight then."

"Goodnight Ash."

Brock turned off the light and Brock soon fell asleep. Ash lay awake for a few minutes thinking about the song he wrote and the person that it was about.

Well, I may not have gotten any closer to confessing my feelings to Misty, but Pikachu was right. Getting it written down did help with my missing her.

Ash turned on his side and had one final thought before going to sleep.

One day Misty, I'll tell you how much I love you