#anyway ive been saying 'i'll post this fic today' for like 2 weeks at least now. but i finally did it. go me

[kohakhearts]

obviate

While on an expedition in the Crown Tundra, Gary runs into Goh: injured, directionless, and hell-bent on getting rid of him.

fandom: pokemon (anime) rating: t relationship(s): gary/goh word count: 5.6k written for: @whumpuary (prompts: "get away from me" and "collapse") read it here

The Crown Tundra is a harsh place.

Gary does not come here often, so much as he can avoid it; though rare and powerful Pokémon call this place home, he is perfectly content to leave them as they are and find other Pokémon that fit the same bill in warmer, less rugged climes. This is, however, a once in a lifetime opportunity; he would be remiss to wave off the chance to study such magnificent Pokémon simply because he knows they’ll be a hassle to hunt down.

The Legendary birds that congregate at the Dyna Tree every few decades are thought by many to be little more than folklore spun from the locals’ inability to identify rare Pokémon from other regions. Yet, the tales of their appearances don’t match the Kantonian ones at all. Gary’s seen Articuno, Moltres, and Zapdos up close in battle before. There’s no good reason to think that they could fit the criteria established by their Galarian lookalikes.

So, even if it is far from his ideal vacation spot, he decided in the end it would be worth the visit. What he wasn’t expecting was company.

Of course, he should have known better. Researchers the world over could have sampled the same data he did to conclude it was worth taking the trip this week of all weeks. But there is no one else in the world he expected to see less than the person he does.

Where the trees begin to thin atop the icy slope, the ghostly gleam of Articuno’s visage is just barely perceptible. Its glare is blinding; as Gary scales the hill, he has to hold one hand over narrowed eyes just to avoid its paralyzing effect. Its gaze not is not on him, but there is something of its mere presence that leaves him shaking from more than just the cold. It takes until he is only a few feet away to make out the figure frozen in front of it. Standing behind the trainer’s leg, just out of view of Articuno, is a Grookey.

Without taking so much as a moment to think about what he is doing or why he is doing it, Gary throws up Umbreon’s Poké Ball and shouts, “Umbreon, use Dark Pulse!”

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