Pokemon fanfic:
"Through Horn-Rimmed Glasses"
by Avi
As Dawn and her friends enjoyed themselves at the Pokemon Summer
Academy, Conway observed them at a discreet distance, the sunlight
glinting off his glasses, as he did so.
Conway didn't consider himself a stalker. More like, a Pokemon
Watcher (or in his case, a "Dawn" Watcher).
(Granted, he was supposed to be a Pokemon trainer, but the same
rules applied...)
He did the same things that a Pokemon Watcher would: he observed
his subject, took note of their habits, and the company they
kept... And if others questioned his motives, he would explain
that it was all in the name of scientific research.
At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
In reality, he wasn't quite sure why Dawn intrigued him so...
She seemed like ordinary girl, accompanied with an ordinary
starter pokemon, in the middle of an ordinary training journey.
She loved dressing up, training her pokemon and wanted to be a
top co-ordinator, but these were all common traits that Conway
had observed in other girls as well.
But surely there was something special about this girl, something
that he could quantify or measure, that made Dawn stand out from
the rest (or more importantly, stand out to /him/).
Conway then thought back to the first time he met Dawn; he
distinctly remembered thinking of her as just another cute
young girl...
Like most people, she had seemed put off by his initial staring
(although Conway had always made a point of seriously scrutinizing
someone he had just met, especially if they were going to be his
tag team partner).
And by the time their first tag battle had begun, Conway had
already formulated the most optimal strategy for the two of them,
planning the perfect defense to compliment Dawn's battling style.
After their win, Conway did have to admit that he and Dawn made a
good team. But what surprised him most was Dawn wanting to know
more about his strategy and tactics; no one had ever seemed
interested in his battling strategies before.
And when she grabbed his hand (her eyes lighting up as she did so),
Conway suddenly felt flustered, and confused... (For someone who
was usually so confident in his abilities, it was a bewildering
feeling, to say the least.)
It was a shame that he and Dawn didn't win the tag battle
competition, Conway mused, but he had chalked it up to experience,
and took it as an indication to reformulate his battle strategies.
However, he did have to admit a tiny bit of regret, at having to
part ways with Dawn.
It was this tiny bit of regret that bothered him; for someone who
had to know the "whys" about everything, he was determined to
figure out the reason behind this, as well.
So, it was no coincidence that that he and Dawn met up again at
the Pokemon Summer Academy; Conway didn't believe in luck, or fate.
Once he had learned that Dawn had signed up (no need to go into
/how/ he knew, he had his ways) Conway made it his business to
sign up, as well.
It was unfortunate that he and Dawn didn't end up on the same
team together, but Conway considered this a minor setback, and
stepped up his efforts to observe her. (Some might consider
his methods unorthadox, but Conway was rarely interested in
what other people thought, once he set his mind to something.)
(Granted, even Conway had to admit, perhaps sneaking into the
Red Team's dormitory in hopes of pairing up with Dawn /was/ a
bit much...)
But whenever Dawn would actually take notice of him and smile,
he really does think it was worth all the effort.
END
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I've always had a soft spot for Conway (although in the Pokemon
Summer Academy episodes, he did get a little too "OMG creepy
stalker" for my taste). Still, I could see him reasoning out
why he would follow Dawn around so much... Hence, this 'fic. :)
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