Author's Note: And this is it… Hoenn Adventures is over. It was really fun writing this, and thanks to everyone who took the time to read and review! Big thanks especially go to SH313 and Parrot-San for reviewing almost every chapter, Latias Eevee for being the hundredth reviewer, BeautifulLoner and RandomTopic for dropping by in the later chapters, and Miguelzinho for giving me some concrit in the first few chapters. However, I appreciate everyone who supported this fic, and I hope you enjoy the epilogue!
Epilogue: Vs Swampert!
"This thing flies so weirdly!"
"Shut up. I'm giving you a ride home, aren't I?"
Lynnie crossed her eyes as Brendan's Tropius slowly beat its leafy wings. It was the afternoon after the League tournament, and after hanging around and waiting for Lynnie to finally wake up, Brendan had offered to fly her back home to Littleroot. They were currently almost to the small town—they'd just passed Oldale Town—and the trip hadn't taken quite as long as they'd expected.
However, Lynnie was starting to sulk as Tropius slowed down. During the whole ride, it had kind of felt like Brendan was hiding something… Frowning, she tapped him on the shoulder.
"By the way, what is it you're not telling me?" she pouted.
"I have no idea what you mean," Brendan replied, a bit too innocently. "Oh, look, there's Littleroot."
Sure enough, Route 101's trees were starting to spread out, and the familiar dirt paths and box-houses of Littleroot Town greeted them. Tropius landed in between Brendan and Lynnie's houses after a few more moments, its feet hitting the ground with a slight thump. Brendan grinned as he recalled it, and then turned back to Lynnie.
"Well, congratulations, Champion."
"That sounds funny," Lynnie commented, shrugging. "Oh well. My mom's probably all excited and stuff, so I better go in and—"
"Calm her down?"
The front door of Lynnie's house opened, and Norman's rather amused voice drifted out to meet them. His arms were folded over his chest, but he was leaning against the doorframe and was smiling slightly.
"D-Dad?" Lynnie blinked. "I didn't think you'd be home…"
"Well, it's a good thing he was, because we wouldn't have been able to find your house otherwise!"
Suddenly, Kagurin ducked around Norman and grinned at Lynnie, and she was closely followed by Crys. A rather energized Johnny darted out as well, and an extremely reluctant Lydia followed after him.
"Huh? Kagurin? I thought you had to go back to work!" Lynnie sputtered. "And when did you get here, Crys? And what about Johnny and Lydia?"
"Don't you want us here, Lynnie?" Kagurin questioned, trying to look insulted but failing horribly. "My parents could let me off for one day."
"And League tournaments are always broadcasted internationally," Crys added. "My mother and I were watching the matches yesterday, and she let me buy a train ticket so I could come over here."
"Oh, Lynnie dear! I never got to tell you, but Lydia darling and I were there at the arena. All I had to do to figure out your address was bother Norman."
"But you still don't have a Balance Badge," Lydia snorted. "Not to mention you dragged me all the way here as well…"
"Ah…" Lynnie blinked, her brain still trying to process everything that had just been said. However, she then whirled around and looked at Brendan, putting her hands on her hips. "Hey! This is what you were hiding! You knew everyone was going to be here, didn't you?"
"Big deal," Brendan replied, rolling his eyes. "I mean, they're all here for you anyway, right?"
"And besides, your mom said she was going to cook something. Her food is good."
The entire group laughed as Brendan pushed through to the front door and ducked inside. The four others followed suit, but before Lynnie could go inside as well, Norman put a hand on her shoulder.
"You remember what you told me after the Grand Festival, right? That you wanted to keep improving?"
Lynnie shifted slightly. "Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, I think you definitely have," Norman continued. "Your mother and I are both proud of you. Now, come on inside and see her, all right?"
"Of course I was going to see her! Especially if she has food!"
The blonde giggled as she walked into the house's kitchen, and Norman chuckled before closing the door behind him. All six trainers had managed to pile around the kitchen table, and Mrs. Maple was walking down the stairs with a surprised look on her face.
"Oh, my," she murmured, her eyes widening. "You all look rather crowded. Please sit in the living room while I finish dinner."
With a chorus of "All right!", everyone promptly tumbled into the red-and-black-clad living room. Norman and his wife shook their heads but grinned.
"To be honest, I wasn't expecting so many people to come over," Norman commented.
"Yes, well, this is a big deal, isn't it?" Mrs. Maple smiled as she opened the oven, carefully removing a tray of rolls. As she set the tray down, she looked up into the living room just in time to see Lynnie release Skipper and order her to use Water Gun on Lydia. "Besides, I think they're having fun!"
Norman sighed, shaking his head as Lydia grabbed one of the small pillows from the end of the couch and threw it at Lynnie in response. "You have such an odd idea of fun."
"Thank you for the food, Mrs. Maple!"
"Ah, you're welcome, Crystal."
"Hmph. It would be much more enjoyable if that thing was in its Pokéball."
Lynnie, Kagurin, and Brendan snickered as Lydia sniffed indignantly. The group had just finished eating dinner; apart from the rolls, there had also been salad and lasagna. Everyone was still sitting at the kitchen table, and Skipper was standing behind Lynnie with a small grin on her face.
"Don't worry, Lydia darling. I don't think Lynnie dear will have her Swampert attack you too many more times this evening," Johnny said with a wink.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Lydia scowled.
"What it sounds like, duh."
Lynnie giggled again as Brendan shot his response to Lydia, and the rest of the group laughed as well. It had definitely been a fun dinner, and Lynnie was glad to finally be home.