Summary: (oneshot) Meowth knows the truth now, but he'd never admit. Set during 'Lucario and the Mystery of Mew.' (slash)
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. That's probably for the better. (I'm expecting to be heavily flamed for this. Oh, well...)
Warning: Mild language; Poke-Slash of the very strangest kind, but presumably one-sided and all in thought.
Inspiration: I saw 'Lucario and the Mystery of Mew' last night, and this fic is clear proof that I should not watch Pokemon after consuming large amounts of sugar.
Why's he so eager ta leave? Why does he want ta go back ta dat twerp so much? Doesn't he know he'd be happier here wit me - us! Wit us, I mean. Me, Mew, an' Pikachu. Just t'ree pals wit'out anyt'ing to worry about.
But dat ain't right. I ain't s'posed ta wanna stay here wit dat electric rat. He an' I - We're da bitterest a' enemies. Right?
Da t'ing is... I don't want ta hurt him. Not anymore, not really. I had him back dere, on da roof a' dat castle, an' I coulda just let him fall... But I didn't. An' I t'ink... I t'ink Pikachu'd be happy not ta have ta fight wit me anymore. I t'ink he'd like that.
Not dat either of us would say anyt'ing about it, but I t'ink we've both wondered what it could be like if da other was on our side. But now I know dat I wouldn't want dat. Da little guy shouldn't have to go t'rough what I've been t'rough.
He's just so innocent, damn it! He's traveled nearly everywhere wit dat twerp, but he still doesn't know just how cold da world can be. And I want ta be able ta protect him. Isn't dat strange? Ever since Meowzie, I've never felt da need ta... Ta protect someone before. If we stay here, he'll be safe. He'll never have to learn how mean da world is. And most importantly...
...he'll be with me.
Here's hoping that fic made an iota of sense. Is there a name for this shipping?