AN: I do not own the characters nor do I own any of the Pokemon. If I did, James would not be the only character engaged. This is for the Barry Challege hosted by yamiyugi23. My berry is: Lum Berry. The Effect is: Cures any status aliment. The situation is: Write about someone getting over an aliment.


He sighed as he sat on a dark brown bench and fisted his hands in his hair, resisting his elbows on his knees. He nearly let out a sob before taking a deep breath in. The sky was too happy for his current mood; still he rested on the bench for several moments, trying to get his emotions under control before heading to the Pokecenter. Brock felt guilty a total of three times before arriving in town, and this moment made the counter go up to four.

Brock stood, ready to return to the Pokecenter where Ash and Dawn were waiting for him, when a Lucario, her Lucario, ran up to him, telepathically yelling his name.

"We can save her," Lucario panted.

"How? She's going to be dead in two weeks, there's not enough time to get any cure. There is no possible way we can save her," Brock flopped down on the bench, eyes focused on the ground.

"What about the legend of the Lum berry?" the Lucario asked.

"The what?" Brock brought his head up so sharply Lucaio had to wonder how the South East Asian looking man didn't give himself whiplash.

"The legend states that Lum berries gradually store nutrients, which may allow the berry to cure any status ailment, in both pokemon and humans," Lucario looked unto the breeder in training with hope in its eyes.

"But, it's just a legend," Brock looked back to the ground, "There's no guarantee we'll find it, and not in two weeks."

"That would be incorrect," Lucario shook it's head, "The abilities of the Lum berry are shrouded in legend, the berry itself is not. There is a man, about three days from here, who owns a little cabin in the woods. He sells berries for a living, and he has some Lum berries. We can get there and back in six days, a week if we don't leave until tomorrow. I can't go, I have to look after my Lady, but you can. Espeon will go with you; to make sure you get there and come back."

"Then we have to go! But…" Brock looked in the direction of the Pokecenter, "I can't go before the end of today. I'm part of a traveling party. We can separate for a few weeks, but I need to tell them where I'm going. Besides, I don't have the right set of pokemon for this type of journey. Can we leave early tomorrow?"

"Of course, I will tell Espeon, the two of you will meet in the lobby of the Poekcenter at six tomorrow morning. Please, do not back out of this, please help my lady."

"I will, you have my word."

With that, Brock got up and ran to the Pokecenter. Hope filled his entire being. Maybe she wouldn't die, maybe she would never be effected by her ailment again, maybe…maybe…

Brock entered the Pokecenter with a smile on his face. Tomorrow would be a fantastic day.