Chapter 1 – A girl, a guy and a Pokémon, or two.

She ran fast through the trees. Behind her, she could hear the barks of the Houndoom and the cries of the trainers as they put up chase. She had been running for hours and was ready to collapse. Her short brown hair, which normally stuck out as two large curls at the sides of her head, was tangled with leaves and sticks through it. Her golden eyes were heavy with sleep. She stumbled and fell. The men surrounded her, their pokémon readying the attack.

"Now, come with us quietly," one of them advised.

'Leave me alone!' She cried out telepathically, despite knowing they could not hear her voice. 'Someone help me!'

Suddenly a dark fog crept through the trees. Unable to see anything, she screamed as a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. Braking out of the fog, she turned to see a Murkrow flying beside her.

'Let her go Al,' it thought. 'She's really scared.'

"Soon. We need to get back first or they'll catch us."

She turned to the person who spoke. He was a head taller than her, with short, messy, jet black hair which stuck out in all directions. He was wearing a black tee-shirt and pants with sandshoes which contrasted with her red shirt and white skirt. She tried to calm down as he pulled her to the town, he did not know who she was and he was helping her, however, she flinched when people moved to close to her. He pulled her through the city and down a path. All the while, questions popped into her head. She turned to the Murkrow.

'Who are you both?' She asked telepathically.

'I'm called Shiver,' it answered.

"I'm called Alphonse," the person answered, shocking her.

'You can hear my voice?' She questioned. No human had ever been able to if she did not know who they were. For a moment, she felt as if she was more danger with him than she was with the trainers. She tried to shake the feeling away.

"I can," he told her. "Try not to let it worry you."

She started at him in silence as they came up to a small house in the middle of a field. Alphonse walked straight up and opened the door.

'Isn't that rude?' She questioned, pulling him back a little.

"Not when you live here," he answered. An older man dressed in a suit with glasses walked out and chuckled.

"I thought I heard you Alphonse," he said. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the girl. "Out playing hero?"

'Don't punish him!' She cried, again telepathically. 'It was might fault! I asked for help!'

"She was being chased by some wayward trainers," Alphonse said. "She needs food, sleep and new clothes."

"I see. Then, someone better start on dinner," the man laughed. He took her hand and kissed it, ignoring her little squeak. "Nice to meet you. I am known as Mr. Pokémon."

Unable to talk, she curtsied. Mr. Pokémon laughed again.

"Are you tired?" He asked. She nodded. With a smile plastered on his face, he pulled her into a small bedroom with a desk, chair, bed and square window on the wall. There were books scattered everywhere. "Since Alphonse brought you here, you can use his room for now. It'll be fine."

'How will it be fine?' She asked Shiver. The pokémon gave a wing shrug.

'Just go with the flow,' she advised. She sighed and moved to the bed. Shiver helped her move the books off the bed as she lay down to sleep.

"Is she sleeping?" Alphonse asked as Mr. Pokémon walked into the kitchen. He nodded and reached for the stew heating on the stove, only for Alphonse to slap his hand away.

"It's not like you to help random people. Who is she?"

"I don't think she's a person, per say," Alphonse told him. "Although, she could just be a physic human."

"She's telepathic? Telekinetic?"

"Telepathic. That's how she called for help."

Alphonse motioned with his hand and the spoon moved to the pot and started to stir, by itself.

"You could ask me for help," Mr. Pokémon commented, seeing it.

"It'll all be gone by dinner if I ask you," Alphonse said. "Now, the girl?"

"She can stay until she's in better condition," Mr. Pokémon said with a sigh. "After all, in a few days you'll be leaving too."

"Yes," Alphonse agreed. "I wish to find something I can do with this life."

"Still don't wish to be my assistant?" Mr. Pokémon whined.

"No, thank you. I wish to find something for me," Alphonse told him.

'She's asleep,' Shiver announced, flying in.

"That's good," Alphonse said. "What do you think of her, Shiver?"

'She's very frightened, of everyone and everything,' Shiver told him.

"Please, don't converse over me," Mr. Pokémon told them. Alphonse and Shiver sighed. They knew that the older man could not hear Shiver as he was an ordinary human. "Anyway, I have a favour to ask."

'Don't you always?' The pokémon sighed.

"What is it?" Alphonse asked.

"I need you to deliver this Pokémon egg to Professor Elm. He refuses to send any more trainers to deliver them and this time is important."

'Isn't it always?' The pokémon sighed again.

"Sure. I'll take the girl with me too," Alphonse accepted. He waved his hand and the lid for the pot placed itself neatly over the simmering stew. Mr. Pokémon stared at the pot with longing.

'Let's leave these two alone,' Shiver suggested. Alphonse smiled in response and walked to his room. Being careful not to wake the sleeping girl, he pulled out one of the books from under piles on the floor.

''Book of the Unknown',' Shiver read the title. 'You're still looking at stuff like that?'

'Yeah,' Alphonse sent back telepathically, in order not to wake the girl. 'It reminds me of where I grew up.'

Shiver sighed again as Alphonse sat back against the wall and opened the book.

Disclaimer: Pokémon towns and characters property of Pokémon company + Game Freak (I think). At the very least they don't belong to me. Any resemblance to existing people (living or dead) and events is a coincidence.

Author note: This is my first fanfiction ever. I hope that it brings people the same enjoyment I felt writing it, etc.