The Bad Beginning by WyldClaw

Plot: Becoming First Time Parents sequel! think I own Pokémon? Ha! The only things I own are my Original Characters i. e OCs. Set about 12-12 ½ years after that fanfiction. I'll mainly be using Pokémon from Kanto, Johto in this fic- there might be a few new ones from Sinnoh thrown in but not many [I'm old school-give me Kanto/Johto generations any day]. Notes: ""-Humans talking and italics- thoughts. *Indicates untranslated serpent tongue, while the translation is in {}. I based serpenttongue off Parseltongue from Harry potter. () - Translated Pokéspeech. Please read and review. Derek's POV for the most part of the story.

last edited: January 1, 2018 -grammar and spelling fixed up


Narrator: it's been nearly been thirteen years since Derek was born. Since then the world has changed. Two pairs of former foes are now on fairly good terms. Professor Oak retired leaving the lab in the hands of Gary and his wife Dora. New gyms and Pokémon have popped up. In fact a trainer's school now exists in Pallet City, formerly known as Pallet Town. Derek and his two best friends have just graduated from the school. he is ready to go on his journey. But there's a secret preventing His parents from letting him go. Let's peek inside a certain house on Doduo Drive shall we?


It was a warm late May evening in our house. We were having eggplant Parmesan for dinner but my mind wasn't on the food. I pushed the piece on my plate around with my fork, eating small bites.

My mother looked up at me concerned. "What's the matter Derek? Aren't you hungry?" She asked concerned. At thirty-six and a half she was still pretty with her red orange hair flowing just past her shoulders. She was trying to feed dinner to my two and half year old brother Aiden, who had reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. Despite her best efforts, most of the food was on her light blue shirt. "It's your favorite meal- well one of them."

I'd gotten my fairly large appetite from Dad- who was famous for his endless love of food. I shook my head. "Not really, Mom."

My short light brown haired five year old sister Delia Jane, or DJ, looked up, her face smeared with cheese and tomato sauce. "Are you sick? Did you eat something yucky at the graduation party?" she asked her brown eyes full of concern as she studied me, trying to read my emotions. But she didn't have any luck.

Dad looked up from his own plate at her question. My classmates –including my best friends Jaden Smith and Samantha 'Sami' Oak, and I graduated from the Pallet City Trainers' School that day. To aide kids in their journeys children started pre-school at age three or four and regular trainer school at five/six with 'graduation' at either eleven or twelve. The classes included survival skills, the continent's past, Pokéspeech class-which I admit I was pretty good at, strategy class along with basic subjects like Math and English. Many other cities followed this example however it was not required.

"Not really, DJ. I just ate a lot after the graduation. " I half-lied. Though I'd been able to eat a bit, reporters kept coming up to me, taking pictures and asking questions. Unfortunately being the oldest kid of Pallet City's Battle Park Frontier Brain- not to mention the man who saved the world innumerable times from countless evil organizations and part time teacher/ former gym leader Misty Waterflower-Ketchum- had its downsides. Who could really eat with those reporters bombarding me? ?

"Plus there were tons of paparazzi." I then added,

Aiden looked at me. "Whaf pup-err-tat-zee?" He tried sounding out the word.

Mom chuckled as she wiped food from his face with a napkin. "Its pronounced paparazzi, sweetie," she said.

"Whaf it means?"

"It means people who work for magazines and newspapers who take photos of famous celebrities doing regular things."


"Are we famous Mom?" DJ asked

She nodded. "Kind of. Peanut. Your dad and I are well known but not as famous as say your aunts or Professor Gary. "

"And I've got a reputation for saving the day/ the regions a few times" he added.

She rolled her eyes. " A few times? I swear that you have a playing-the-hero type complex built into that thick skull of yours. "

"That's not a bad thing…" she gave him a look and he cringed. "Um… most of the time sweetheart."

"Is that why there's always lotsa people with cameras at my softball games that aren't part of the family?" DJ asked.

"That's right pumpkin." Dad smiled. "They were there as I was taking you to your first day of school and when your brother started school... You have to know how to deal with them and answer their questions politely. Some of them can be very nice." He turned to me. "You said there were a bunch of them asking you questions at the reception. What sort of questions did they ask?" He looked at me and I saw myself in his black eyes. A nearly thirteen-year-old boy with wild black hair , a squiggly birth mark on my cheeks–mirroring his own- , light green eyes wearing a gray tee shirt and a faded thin scar on a one cheek stared back.

"Just…. about what I was going to do next, if I had a goal in mind and if I was going to start a journey of my own." I mumbled the last five words.

My parents looked at one another as if having a silent conversation. Finally Mom said, "That's nice. I'm a bit surprised they weren't around Jaden. After all, Jordan is known as a Coordinator and is about to compete in the Grand Festival. His parents must be so proud . I'm surprised they weren't surrounding Sami or Ryan. I mean they were swarming them when they started preschool. Sami and Ryan are Gary and Dora' kids so ... "

"Like Gary needs any more attention.." Dad stabbed his dinner with his fork and that was the end of that conversation.


After dinner DJ and Aiden went up to their shared room with Mom for bed. Then she came back down and we washed and dried the dishes. "Jaden said he was going to talk to his parents about being a trainer." I said casually.

The subject of my best friend, well at least his parents and their past with my own parents was a sensitive one. Dad stopped drying the dish in his hand, put it down on the counter and looked at me. "I'm surprised they'd let him."

Mom looked over at him. "What do you mean by that, Ash? He's a normal boy just like Jordan is a regular girl. Never mind what their parents did in the past. I think it's good that he wants to go explore the world. Jordan did that. Look at how well she's done. What did they say?"

"Ummm." I looked at my shoes. "He hasn't said yet."

We finished the dishes in silence. They went into the living room to talk quietly. I stared out the window at the remaining sunlight, which flowed over part of our backyard and saw Sunset, my parent's shiny Charizard fly back in for the night. I sighed. I wish I could fly like her- I'd be able to see the world then

I turned away from the window and walked over to the mirror. My green eyed tan skinned reflection stared back at me and I sighed. My untidy black hair-so like my father's-flopped over the place and my bangs fell cross my face. I pushed them behind my ear but a long strand flopped back in front right in front of one of the squiggly line birthmarks on my face . I wore a grey tee shirt that had a picture of a Ponyta racing across it and a pair of patched shorts. My grandma Delia and lots of ther people said the resemblance to my dad -asides from my light green eyes-was so similar it was like looking back to when he was my age. I stared at my reflection for a few minutes trying to flatten my hair but failed so I gave up. the only way I could keep it in some kind of order was by wearing a hat. I grimaced as I took in the thin scratch on my cheek. Sami needed my help a few days ago getting a stuck Purugly from out of a tree. It used me as a scratching post but we got it out with the help of my Dad's Pokémon. That thing was worse than Meowth when we have to give him a bath. "I hate Puruglies."

Some one behind me yelled (Banzai!)

I turned as Aki, Pikachu and Storm's littlest pup, jumped at me from the kitchen counter. I caught the small Pikachu in my arms in mid-air. "You furball." I said as she licked my check. "You didn't scare me that time."

(Rats. you looked distracted so i thought I'd scare you.)

"Silly mouse, tricks for kids" I tickled her ear as she sighed in content. We were very close. "Where's Taran?" I asked, looking for her brother. The only one of her siblings still with us, Taran was normally near his sister.

Her ears dropped. (He was training with Pignite, Gible, Snivy and some of the others. Papa said he was wiped out so he crashed in the barn with Sunset.)

She gazed out the window and I looked down at her distinguishing feature: her lightning bolt tail stump. When she was little something happened and it was bitten off. She didn't remember it and my parents became mysteriously deaf when the subject came up. The loss meant she couldn't use electricity that much- if at all- so she beat herself up a lot. She saw Ron, one of dad's staff, lead two Jolteons back to 'the barn' -an enormous warm attack-proof shelter that dad co-owned with Sami's dad - with a gaze of longing. (I wish I were like them. I'd give the rest of my tail to be able to use electricity or even know Volt Tackle).

Despite barely being able to handle electricity she was determined to learn her species' special move, which not only took a ton of concentration but loads of practice. Dad told me how long it took Pikachu to learn it. She looked away and focused back up at me. (Papa won't teach me, says it's too dangerous.) She sighed (He let Thora, Electra know it but not me. Zapp and Taran didn't want to learn it)

I related to being unable to do something you wanted that everyone else could. "I understand where you're coming from. Dad won't let me go on my own journey."

(Have you tried asking him?)

'Plenty. He either says I'm not ready or pretends not to hear, I guess we're in the same boat" I sighed. You'd think it would be easy for my parents to let me go on my own journey! They should be encouraging me to leave but they keep refusing. . There's something they're keeping from me and I'm curious as to what.

Curiosity killed the cat and unfortunately I was born under the sign of the lion , which also accounted for my stubbornness. Why won't they let me go? It's just not fair. We both groaned in frustration.

As if reading my emotions a soft female voice answered my thoughts. (I understand your frustration but your parents they have their reasons.) I turned around and saw Aki's mother, Storm, pad into the room. I looked down at her. (And Sweetheart it's because you're too impatient.)

Aki jumped down from my arms and rubbed her fur against her mother's. Asides from her small size-still a bit bigger than her daughter- Storm appeared to be your typical female Pikachu, notched tail included- but with one major difference. Due to a rare disorder called electrumus deficient disorder, she couldn't really use electrical attacks that much or if she did they were in little bits, much weaker than they normally would be. Over the years dad developed attacks for her to use. But she had a skill that made up for it: She had this ability to read emotions and sometimes minds. I knelt down to give her ears a scratch.

"You know that emotion reading thing of yours is annoying at times".

She licked my cheek. (You mean useful. Your frustration's pretty loud. It was giving me a slight headache)

"I'm surprised DJ didn't pick up on it during dinner," I said. My sister had some very slight Aura powers.

(I don't think her ability is that strong but Pikachu's and Ash's are). She said. Due to his Aura powers being really strong and not using them much Dad was able to transfer some his powers to Mom and some to the mouse. She turned to her daughter (Krookodile wants to help you practice your Mega Punch before it gets too dark. He's underneath the Blue Apricorn tree near the barn. If it gets too dark just crash in the for the night)

(Yeah!) She dashed out the little flap in the door.

The Pokegear around my arm went off with a chirp-a message. I pressed a button on the side to see the message. It was from Jaden: said they'd 'talk it ovr'. Don't thing it'll happen. Keep fingrs crossed. –

Storm looked at the text. (You think they'll let him go?)

"yeah…when Grumpigs fly." I knew their answers. If they were anyone but ex-Rockets in the past then maybe they'd let him go. Probably want to keep him safe. Jordan got to go but that was just Contests. They weren't settled-

Storm's voice broke me out of my thoughts. (That reminds me, your parents want to talk to you

I groaned. "Oh joyful. Wish me luck."

(Just don't get on their bad side.)

"Ha." I stood up. "You think i want to?"


I went into the living room. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch, Pikachu next to them- looking at something on the table. As i got closer i saw it was one of their wedding photos. They all looked up when they saw me. I decided to lie a bit. "I got a text from Jaden saying that his parents said he needs a partner for his journey."

(Riiiight… and I can fly like a Fletchling) Pikachu flicked his ears as if detecting my lie.

Mom looked at me not believing me at all. "Really?"

"Uh... no. " I admitted. "But if they did say so he could then would you let-"

Dad stood up. "Absolutely not."

"If Jaden goes on a journey can-"

"The answer is no".

"B-But Dad-" I began.

Pikachu's eyes went back and forth between the two of us. "For the hundredth time Derek the answer is no."

"I've beaten everyone at school at least twice, some even three times. You were there when Principle Maplestone made that speech about me during graduation today."

"As much as I was impressed you're not going."

"Why are you against me going on my own journey? You know my friends all get to go-"

"You don't know what it's like out there."

"I've been to Johto on field trips. You've taken me to Cerulean City, Seafoam Island and the League before. For Mew's sake I'm nearly thirteen! Grams said when you were my age you already competed in two different leagues."

" Two and a half actually" he said half proudly and half embarrassed. "But Times were different then. It's… not safe."

(Your dad's got a point) the electric type said.

Dad gave me a look with his chocolate eyes but I didn't flinch. He sighed and turned to my mother. I knew there was something they weren't telling me. "Mom, please make him see reason..." I begged.

She looked from dad to me. "Sweetie, it's not that we don't want you to go. It's just… "

"What is it?"

Pikachu looked down. (We-…can't tell you)

"You're…you're too young to know the truth." Dad said.

"That's not it is it? It's because you don't think I'm good enough. Sami's dad is the Kanto Pokémon professor and he's letting her go on a journey." Untrue- Professor Gary hadn't said anything about it to her. The three of them looked at me and I knew they could tell it was a lie.

"It's not that-" Mom began.

"Then what is it?" I raised my voice.

"Derek, Aiden and DJ are upstairs." Mom reminded me.

"It's ...complicated" Dad said. "I-…"

"Liar!" I bolted up the stairs into my room and slammed the door- hard. I looked around my room. Pictures and photographs littered the wall. I went up to my favorite drawing- one my cousin Rosie Sketchit did during a visit when I was seven. It was one with some Pokémon looking at me doing a victory pose with one hand and holding up a trophy with the other. A title above the picture read 'Future kanto champ'. She had my uncle's drawing ability so it was extremely lifelike.

"Like that will ever happen except in my dreams." I sighed and flopped down on my soft bed, my fingers traced the pattern on the bed cover.

I heard Dad come up the stairs then his voice from the other side of the door.

"Derek? Can I come in?"


"It's not that we don't want you-"

"Leave me alone!" I shouted.

"Look, you don't understand-"

"That I'm your son and you want to keep me stuck here forever? Why can't you just let me go off on my own journey?" I yelled. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself so why can't I go?"

"I...can't" his voice was low.

"Why can't you tell me?"

"I… promised."

"Promised what? That you'll keep me here until you say so? Why can't you see that I can handle myself? I'm nearly thirteen. Are you scared that I'll be stuck in your shadow for the rest of my life if I go? I hate you! I wish you'd disappear from my life forever!"

There was a minute of silence. He muttered something under his breath before leaving. I stared up at my ceiling. Serves him right Just cause he's my dad doesn't mean he can't keep me here forever. I mean, yeah I've been to the battle frontier conference before- I know that there are tough foes out there. I've made my own mark for myself at school but Nooooooo! I traced the bed cover pattern as I gazed into space.


About ten minutes later there was another soft knock on the door. "I already told you to go away Dad! I'm-"

"I'm not Daddy, Der." I heard my sister's voice. "It's me, Pikachu an' Aiden. Can we come in?"

I got up and opened the door and in came DJ, Aiden and Pikachu. I half-closed the door behind them. She looked just like a miniature version of my grandma, her namesake. She wore a blue pajama top and pokeball print PJs pants. In her left hand she carried a stuffed My Little Ponyta orange Ponyta Pokedoll while the other one held Aiden's hand. "We were reading – well trying to read- and heard yelling from you and daddy," She explained as she ran over to me and hugged me. "Pikachu tried to calm us down."

"I was Scareded." Aiden said as he toddled over to me. He wore his onesie with Bulbasaurs on it.

I knelt down to face them and ruffled his hair as he sucked his thumb. "Don't worry. I'm still in one piece. Dad and I were at it... yet again."

(You're telling me) Pikachu muttered.

DJ hugged her Ponyta doll. "Why do you an' daddy fight a lot?"

(it's because they are way too much alike) Pikachu sighed. (You are so your father's son.)

"Is that a good thing?" DJ asked him.

(Um…Kind of. It means they're both stubborn and hardheaded)

"I am not," I muttered under my breath.

His ears twitched as he heard this. (Oh yes you are.)

"Totally not." I replied.

He sighed. (they should've named you Ash Jr. You act so much like him it's like I'm seeing him as a teen again. )

"We're not THAT similar. Sure I look like him – asides from my eye color and we both eat a lot. "

He shook his head. (You two are more alike than you think Derek.)

"How's that a bad thing that Daddy and-" DJ began.

But suddenly the door slammed shut and the lock clicked shut. At that sound we jumped. "Wh-what was that?"

(I don't know) Pikachu looked around, sniffing the air as if trying to figure out what or who locked the door.

"Look!" Aiden pointed at the windowsill where a large spray bottle in a purple hand that looked like a Gengar's materialized. "What's that?"

His eyes went wide as we watched it sprayed out a thick cloud of sparkling blue powder around the room. "Sleep Powder! "

(Don't let it touch you) the mouse and I tried to get away from it. But the powder just spread out – in fact within a few minutes the cloud had knocked Aiden and DJ out. Pikachu scratched at the door leaving long scratch marks in the wood.

(Ash! Up here...Get hellllp...) his voice slurred as the powder took effect and he fell to the floor asleep.

I tried to get to the door but I walked right into a thick cloud of powder. As the powder hit me I immediately felt sleepy and saw my siblings fast asleep on my floor.

As I gave into the powder I heard the voice of Sibyl, one of dad's assistants in my head. "Forgive me for this. You will understand wwwwwhy sooooooon…"

XTime shift x Time shift X time shift X time shift X time shift X time shift X time shift X

"Wake up."

"...Don't wanna get up."

"Wake up." Some one prodded my side.

"Ten more minutes" I muttered sleepily.

"Wake up"

"It's summer, mom. I don't have to go to baseball practice till much later. "

"Okay you asked for it," A human hissed in serpent-tongue. {Come and arise up young Derek- san. Come and rise up! Caterpies aplenty wait for us under the earth. Trouble afoot!}

"Son of a Luxray!" I jumped up into the air- my heart pounding fast I opened my eyes, looked around and then saw the culprit- a blurry figure standing in my room. "I hate serpenttongue in my ear."

I rubbed my eyes to wake up. The figure came into view. When I saw whom it was my heartbeat went back to normal. "Thanks for the wake-up call Jaden. Even thought of using the alarm clock?" I grumbled at my best friend Jaden.

"I had to wake you up somehow. I swear you sleep like a Snorlax. " His hazel eyes looked at me as he brushed a strand of his shaggy maroon hair out of his face. He wore a white tee shirt with the emblem of his parents' shop- a pair of forks behind a red rose. His Seviper, Severus was at his side. Sami and him were over so much that my parents sort of saw them like their own kids.

"Wh-what time is it?" " I asked.

"About 8:30 in the morning."

"It's that late? Usually Mom's telling one of her Pokémon to wake me up for breakfast and Dad's burnt at least a piece of toast or a pancake. "

He fiddled with his hands. There was something wrong. I noticed there was a worried look in his eyes, which was strange. Not to mention why I hadn't smelled burnt food. "Jade, what's wrong?"

He cut to the chase. "Derek, something happened here last night." his tone was serious. "I -I saw cars outside the door and there was a smashed window... "

I looked around the room in a panic and remembered the door slamming, the spray bottle. I saw the door off its hinges and there were scratch marks on the door.

Oh no! My parents are going to kill me! "DJ, Pikachu and Aiden! Where are they? ...They were here last night and-"

(Don't worry) Severus waved his tail blade. (Your ssssiblings and Pikachu are ssssafe with your grandma. you were the only one ssssstill asleep when the copssss came)

"What?" I stopped for a second. "What happened? What do you mean… cops?"

Jaden bit his lip. Until his family moved here they moved around a lot. It really didn't help what kind of history his parents had in the past so he got nervous when cops were mentioned. "We don't …know. I was helping out with the deliveries when we heard the news on the radio that there was some kind of break in here. The living room looks pretty bad. Nothing valuable was stolen but..."

If Pikachu was in my room…"No Pokémon stolen?" He shook his head. "Not even Sunset or Aurora?" I mentioned our shiny Charizard and Mom's Dragonite.

He shook his head again. "Nope."

"No cash stolen?"

"Not a single pokedollar."

"Then why do you look so down?"

No Pokémon or cash stolen. I wonder if it was a burglary gone wrong and mom and dad- . The pale look on his face confirmed it. I felt like a Blastoise had Ice Punched my stomach. "Oh No. Oh Pokégods no…" I put on my shoes – I fell asleep in my clothes- and raced down the stairs.

"Mom! Dad! Mom? D-" I stopped at the entrance to the living room/den. As I stepped into the den my stomach turned. "Holy Ho-Oh! What the blazes happened?" The living room was a disaster. I saw red stains that looked eerily like blood on the wall along with claw marks. Photographs from the mantle were scattered. Broken stuffing was ripped out of the pillows. The walls and furniture had crusted ice on them. One of the windows was smashed. The living room looked like a fierce battle had taken place and it was surrounded in yellow police tape. There was a bustle of activity in the center of the room. A few police were scattered about the room. How did I not hear this…? I thought.

I looked down at my feet and saw shards of broken glass so I sidestepped around them. A picture on the ground caught my eye so I carefully picked it up.

As I looked at it a tear fell down my face. It was a picture of Mom, Pikachu Dad and I in a tux at their wedding dinner laughing with cake on our faces. I was only seven months old so I didn't recall it but they talked about it so much it felt like I did. The pure love they had for one another was evident even in the picture as they laughed at something. I had cake over my face and little tuxedo and was in the middle of a laugh. Even then it was obvious I was going to look just like Dad- save for my eyes- with my back hair going everywhere and my facial expression. Tears splashed onto the picture. Mom…Dad…

"Excuse me Derek, can I talk to you?" I looked up from the picture and saw a police officer with chestnut hair and blue eyes address me- a Growlithe at his side. I looked up and recognized Mr. Smithson, one of my classmate's dads. He was a nice guy- blind in one eye so his K-9 Growlithe Sasha, was his Seeing Eye dog.

I nodded as I carefully put the photo in my pocket. "Y-yes?"

"As you may have noticed something happened here last night" his eyes swept the mess that was the living room "we don't know what happened but we do know one thing for sure. Your dad is gone."

Dad's gone? My jaw dropped. "Wh-what? Gone?"

Sasha looked at me sadly (just that. I can't find his scent anywhere. Not only that his Pikachu's mate is missing too. All I found were paw prints and blood) her gaze followed to some paw prints on the ground. (And a thick cloud of pepper spray.)

Storm's gone too?

I felt like I had been hit with Stun Spore-I couldn't think or move. Behind me I heard Jaden utter a four-letter curse serpenttongue word under his breath as Sev hissed the translation- a word that would have gotten his mouth washed out with soap if mom had heard it. . "* Sz'yet*"

I kept on going back to the yelling match I had the previous night. It's my fault. I told dad I hated him and to leave me alone. I told him to disappear from my life. Why did I let my temper boil? Now storm and dad are gone.

I must have blanked out for a few minutes since because Mr. Smithson asked. "Derek? Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "Sorry-I'm just worried."

Sasha licked my hand. (It must be hard for you and your siblings but we'll find him.)

Mr. Smithson looked at me. "Do you know if your dad had any enemies? Anyone who would have had a big grudge against him or your family"

I thought hard. "Sorry Mr. Smithson, I can't think of any one like that. He's a pretty likable-".

But then I saw something that made me lose my concentration. The group at the other end of the room got up from the ground and I saw Sybil, her curly sandy hair giving her away. ". Careful with that arm. " She was saying to the paramedics. "Is the ambulance waiting outside? Easy does it Misty. "

My throat dried up. "M-M-Mom?"

"They're gone" I heard her voice. As the group went past I felt rooted to the spot. Mom was in the middle of the circle of paramedics but she didn't look like herself. There was a red line under her chin. Her skin, which was ice blue as if she been in a snowstorm, had bloody scratch marks on it. Her right arm was in a makeshift sling and I saw red lines on the sling. She was shivering and muttering something like 'I should've stopped her." Huh? Who's Her?

Time change X time change X time change X time change X time change X time change X time change X

The next day and a half blurred together I couldn't recall whom I talked to or said. I remember crying when I looked into my sibling's room and I saw my grandmother looking sad. I fell asleep on the step that night and heard her talking. She was the only one who could keep dad and I from verbally killing each other and was the solid rock in the house. Anyone messed with us and she instantly turned into a humanized Pyroar -fiercely protective. Now she seemed almost defeated like the inner fire had been diminished.

It's my fault dad's gone. It's my fault he's gone and mom's hurt. I shouldn't have yelled. Why did I let my temper boil over?

"There you go, Derek" my grandmother Delia draped a shawl over my shoulders, breaking me out of my guilt train trip. I was sitting on the couch in the living room. Until the police found dad she was staying with us. The living room had been put back together for the most part: There was a big board over the smashed window, the shattered photographs and shredded pillows had been taken care of but a few faint red stains still lingered on the wall. No matter how much it had been restored i still could see the way it was after the attack in my mind.

DJ was brushing Sunny, Grams' Flareon, on the floor while Aiden was playing with his trucks half-heartedly. It was like the dread of what happened loomed over us, threatening to crush us. Sunny must have sensed what we were feeling because he whimpered as he licked DJ's face.

I was glad Mom was resting in the guest room or she'd be feeling the same. Probably even worse since she saw whatever happened' She was rushed stat to the Pallet City Hospital that morning. The doctors were able to fix her arm but no matter how many times the police asked her, she couldn't recall what happened. At the moment she was resting so Sybil was taking care of the Battle Park. "Thanks Grams." I mumbled.

"Grammy, is Mommy gonna be okay?" DJ asked.

"I think so dear. She just needs to recover from her injuries."

"What hurt her? Was it the same thing that took Daddy an' Storm?"

She took a minute to answer that. "I don't know sweetie. Wherever he is ...he'll be fine. Your dad's been in. Tougher spots. " She told her but I think she was trying to calm herself more than us. It was clear she was bothered and rightfully so- like Sami's father, Dad didn't have any brothers or sisters.

(From what you've told me he'll handle it just fine) Sunny said.

"He's survived the Unown, saved Mewtwo a bunch..." her voice trailed off.

"He got to meet Mewtwo? But that's only a myth" DJ looked up.

"What's moo-two?" Aiden piped.

I explained as best I could. "He's called Mewtwo and quite real. He's a powerful psychic Pokémon that looks a giant humanoid cat with a long tail-"

Aiden pointed to Sunny's fluffy tail. "Wike Sunny's?"

(Much longer,) the Flareon went over and flicked his tail in Aiden's face playfully. (This thing's nothing compared to that one. Think of it like a long thin version of an Aipom's) Aiden giggled as the fire type tickled him with his tail.

I continued. "He was crested by an evil human to be the world's most powerful Pokémon." Grams' eyes clouded over for a few seconds.

"Why would they do that?" Aiden asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "No clue."

Grams took over. "Your father saved its life many times. The first time was in Johto. Your parents and godfather were traveling around. It was a rainy day..." Aiden and DJ's eyes went wide as she began the story.

I tuned her out as I heard the tale many times. I met him once or twice. Sure he had a rough past but he had atoned for his crimes.


The mention of my parents reminded me of what I heard in my head. "Forgive me for this. You will understand why soon enough". I knew Sybil was a bit psychic. Was it because she saw what happened? Was it her gengar who closed the door and knocked us out? Why? Who in the name of ho-oh's tail feathers is the –?

(Psst. Derek.) A light tap jolted me out of my thoughts. I turned around and saw Mom's Azumarill- Tidal. (Your mom was mumbling your name in her sleep.) He whispered.

I looked over at my siblings- they were too engrossed in the story so I got up and left. "How is she Tidal?" I asked. "Is-Is she doing better?"

He sighed. (A bit. I wish Pikachu would improve. He hasn't really been himself. He's been beating himself while beating the training dummies at the Park and looking around for them. )

He shouldn't be the one doing that. It's my fault-totally my fault. "Poor guy. I feel bad for him with Dad and Storm both gone. He must feel like there's a huge gap in his heart. Did he try contacting dad with Aura?"

Dad was one of the few people in the world to use Aura, this strange mystical spiritual energy. Due to his Aura powers being strong and not using them much he was able to transfer a third to mom and another third to the mouse. He said he did it because he didn't really need that ability. Mom claimed it was since he was famous for getting into bad situations though he always found a way out of them and Aura wouldn't help out with it. My sister had it but very slightly.

The Azumarill shook his head. (He tried but No luck. It's like he's blocked off or something. He's pretty upset. I remember when I was an Azurill. Misty, he and I got separated from your dad thanks to some Beedrills-)

"Bet she completely flipped out" I grinned.

Mom's hatred of creepy Bug types-such as Beedrils-was well known. A smile crept onto his face. (Do you expect anything less? However I never saw such a determined Pokémon want to find his trainer.) We reached the door. (I tried Refresh on her wounds to help them heal but it didn't really work. Refresh is meant for burns, poison, or paralysis)

"You did your best."

(I know... I'll leave you alone while I get a cool compress for her)

"Thanks Tidal. You're the best. I don't think Sybil or grams would have made it through these past few days without your help. I swear you've got the heart of a Luxray or even an Entei."

His cheeks went Tomato-berry red at the compliment. (I'm no Legendary- I can't perform miracles or anything like that. After I hatched Mum taught me to be compassionate and to help out my trainer)

"She did a great job. I bet Uncle Tracy helped her "

(He did. But I'm just your average Azumarill. I do my hardest to help, that's all) His statement cheered me up.

"She couldn't have asked for a better Pokémon. You've really kept us together during this time."

(Thanks, Derek.) His eyes went a bit watery and I could tell he was trying not to cry. (I hope that she gets better and the police can find Ash and Storm.)

"Me too…. you know, it's okay to cry in times like this." I told him.

(I know. I just. Don't want to upset your siblings or Delia. I'll…be back in a few minutes with a cold rag) he said as he walked off.


I went into the room and quietly closed the door halfway. The large room, which was bright and cheerful with puffy white clouds painted on a blue wall, was familiar. It had been my room when I was a baby but now it was our guest room/Dad's office. Through the open window I heard the sound of nature. Pictures dotted the bureau and the walls. There were two pictures on Dad's messy paperwork cluttered desk- one of the five of us taken a year and a half ago at the park and the other of my parents, Pikachu, Storm and their pups. But this did nothing for mom. She tossed and turned in the bed.

I went up to the bed and touched her hand. She jumped up in the bed, opened her eyes and shouted dad's name - her face pale. The long blue nightshirt she wore was soaking in sweat. "Mom don't worry - it's just me."

She blinked and calmed down when she saw me. "Oh Derek it's you. I thought- I thought you were-"

"Dad" I finished. I knew how much we looked alike.

She nodded. "How's the search going?" she asked casually but I could tell she was worried,

"Not good. They can't track them down because there was no evidence left aside from blood. " I shuddered.

"He's not dead, Derek I know it. I'd know if-he…." tears formed in her eyes- she couldn't finish. . "He's out there somewhere, alive."

"Cause of the Aura bond?" I asked.

"Not really. Its more that we've been together for so long that I'd know if- if he." She fought back the tears threatening to fall.

"Anything?" I asked.

She gazed from me to her wedding ring on the bedside table next to her. It was a small ring with pieces of a Water Stone and Thunder Stone cut into two intertwining hearts. On the ring's silver band it had the words 'Together forever through thick and thin I will always love you'.

Her gaze went from the ring to a picture nearby on Dad's desk. Inside a simple mahogany picture frame was a picture of her showing off her engagement ring with dad, Pikachu, Storm and their pups. It had been taken in mid November so Dad had a lot of leaves stuck in his hair and on his shirt- like Mom had pushed his into a leaf pile. The ring was simple-a heart cut out of an aquamarine stone and a sterling band but she hadn't cared. She'd only been about twenty-three and a half at the time. The picture-which Grams had taken- showed the tiny baby bump that would eventually become me. She was practically glowing.

She looked back to me. "No. If I could –" she looked at her injured limb and sighed -"I'd take Aurora and search over Kanto, Hoenn even, if it meant finding him. If the Battle Frontier festival weren't happening next week-"

A seed of an idea- a super crazy idea- sprouted in my head. "Do you remember what happened that night?"

She shook her head. "Not much. We heard Storm yelling so we went to check it out. There was this Kadabra and a tall woman I didn't know. Your dad had this horrified look on his face. It was like h-he was frozen with utter fear." She paused trying to remember, " The room got dark and very cold... That's all I remember until i woke up in the living room."

So dad recognized the kidnapper but she didn't. "Mom, we'll find Dad and Storm."

"I don't k-know where that woman took them, why she took them or who she is. What if she comes back?"

"I'll fight her off."

She smiled weakly "I wish I knew who she was" She yawned. "I keep having these dreams of her hurting you and your siblings.

"Why don't you go back to sleep? You think you'll dream of her but" I thought hard. "Just think of something happy instead like your wedding or something." her face brightened up. "Tomorrow Jaden and I'll go out on Sunset to look. I'll find her and show her why I was one of the school's top trainers. Nobody messes with my family".

She looked like she was holding back a tear. "What?"

"You sound so much like your dad right now." I nervously chuckled and brushed my untidy hair with a hand. "You are so your father's son"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I wondered. "Everyone says that but …"

She kissed my cheek. "It depends. You have his boldness. I know y-you'll find that woman."

She yawned, closed her eyes and was asleep before she hit the pillow. . I felt her forehead- she was really hot. I slumped into the chair next to the bed. "Poor mom. She really misses dad. I wish there was some way for me to help out but what can I do? I'm just a kid"

No sooner had I said this Tidal came into the room, a cool compress in one paw and a folded up piece of paper in the other. (How is she?)

I took the compress from him and put it over her hot forehead, which helped to cool it down. "She's back asleep. She- she misses dad" I stated.

(I can't imagine how much it hurts. I don't like seeing her like this.) He looked away for a few seconds.

"What's that?" I pointed to the piece of paper in his paw

He handed me the paper. (I found this by the front door. I thought I heard something but it was nothing then I saw this.)

Even folded up I got a bad vibe from it I unfolded it. At first I couldn't make out what it said because there were these red smears across it. The words were done with a thick black marker. As I read it to myself my hand shook as a gasp escaped from my throat. "T-Tidal… we've got a m-major problem."

(What's wron- oh my!) Tidal's eyes went as large as dinner plates as I pointed at the note.

It read: I've taken something precious from you if you even remember. To get him back you must enter a place you entered with him many years ago. Come to the darkest part of it alone by eleven in one day's time with the mouse. No police/ trickery or else. -His life and the useless rat's lives depend on if you don't come by eleven I will come back and deal with you after I kill the worthless one.

To be continued