Hot Dog (Ordinary Heroes AU Snippet)
During Lightning’s pregnancy she developed a very unusual craving. While she’d been journeying across the world as a teenager en route to becoming a pokemon master, she’d stopped at a small hot dog stand in the middle of nowhere. The hot dogs she’d eaten there had been the best she’d ever had.
Now that she was pregnant, she found herself wanting to eat some every couple of days.
There was just one problem.
The hot dog stand was on another continent.
Bahamut was a dragonite. No. He was the dragonite. There had never been a dragonite stronger than him, nor had there ever been a dragonite faster than him. And as Fang’s loyal pokemon and stalwart supporter, he knew exactly what to do.
X X X
Bill had been running the hot dog stand in the small, out of the way town for the better part of forty years now. He didn’t make a lot of money, just enough to get by and set a little bit extra aside each month, but he loved doing it. He must have been doing something right, though, because at least a couple of times a week he had people come by from out of town to try a hot dog. Lately, he’d even been getting someone from even further out.
He looked up as a crack of thunder roared through the sky. A familiar blur of black and purple shot through the sky like a meteor before coming in to land in front of the stand.
“Oh, it’s you again.” Bill’s wrinkled features creased into a smile. “Back for some more hot dogs, eh, Bahamut?”
The mighty dragonite nodded his agreement and reached into the satchel at his side for the appropriate amount of money.
“Just wait a couple of minutes. I’ve got a fresh batch coming up.”
Bahamut nodded again and looked around. There were a few customers staring at him, and even a pair of kids who appeared to be pokemon trainers. He gave them a warm smile, and they gaped before rushing over. He was famous all over the world as the mightiest of dragonites, and he’d recently competed in a tournament with Fang and some of her other pokemon. It had been an invitational tournament pitting former world champions, gym leaders, and other prominent trainers against each other in a round-robin style league.
Fang had won the whole thing, going 14-0. As usual, Bahamut had served as the anchor for her team, and although he’d only fought seven times, those seven victories had been absolutely devastating. Four had been over fairy types, two had been over an ice types, and one had been against another dragon type. He snorted. He wasn’t planning on losing any time soon, and certainly not to another dragon type.
Bahamut humoured the kids, answering their questions and even using his claws to give them an autograph of sorts. He also posed for a few pictures. One of the kids even had a dratini, so Bahamut offered the younger pokemon some tips as well. At the same time, he wondered if he’d have a chance to do something like this with the child Lightning and Fang were having. It would certainly be a rewarding experience.
Fang had found him when she’d been a kid, and he’d only recently hatched. His odd colouring had made him an easy target until he’d finally grown big and strong enough to defend himself. And then he’d just kept getting bigger and stronger until there really weren’t many pokemon at all who could give him a challenge.
“Here you go!” Bill said, coming back with several carefully wrapped hot dogs. “Now, be careful with those, okay? I know how fast you can fly, but you might ruin them if you go too fast.”
Bahamut had thought of that after almost destroying the hot dogs on his previous flight. He had asked Vanille, Fang’s sister and the world’s leading professor, to come up with a solution. She had designed a special hot dog carrier that would keep them warm and unharmed, no matter how quickly he flew. He offered the carrier to Bill.
“Oh? Not bad.” Bill put the hot dogs in the carrier and handed it back to Bahamut. “Well, now, take care. See you tomorrow?”
Bahamut made a noncommittal sound. It was hard to tell with Lightning sometimes. He tucked the carrier back into his satchel and then took to the air again. A single mighty beat of his wings launched him skyward, and there was another crack of thunder as he accelerated past the sound barrier.
A normal dragonite in fighting shape topped out at about 1500 miles per hour in the air. Bahamut could do that without even trying. He’d never had his top speed measured, but he knew for a fact he could do at least double that if he pushed himself.
He grinned and upped his speed, the world rushing past.
Flying was the best.
X X X
Fang glanced up as a familiar form rocketed toward the ranch. Her lips curved up into a smirk. She’d been forced to get special aviation clearance for Bahamut after he’d been spotted putting fighter planes to shame. The winged pokemon banked once to burn off some speed and then landed on the front lawn.
“Thanks, buddy,” Fang murmured as Bahamut carefully handed her the carrier full of hot dogs. “You have no idea how much this helps.” She lowered her voice. Lightning’s hearing had seemingly gotten keener during her pregnancy. “She’s been glaring at everyone all day while muttering about hot dogs.”
Bahamut gave a low rumble of amusement.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You can always fly away if she gets mad. Me? I’ve got to stick it out.”
Fang ignored her pokemon’s chuckle and turned back to the house, raising her voice again. “Lightning!” she shouted. “Bahamut just got back with some hot dogs!”
The answering cry of delight was music to Fang’s ears.