Hello Peoples! This is my first-ever chapter fic. Dreading edited this, so I say Thank you! This is about a young Poke-morph named Mewlia, and her adventures with Ash. Starts before the Indigo League, and Pidgeot won't leave. START!

Edit: Okay, I don't own Pokemon, only Mewlia. Ash will age.

Chapter 1: the beginiing

My feet hit the ground under me, my breath coming out in short, fast parts. I needed to get out of here, this hole of a place that I've lived for so long. Mewtwo told me to run, to run for my life, to get out of the place he can't. I listened to him, finding the right time to sneak off, to leave.

Instinctively, once I got out of the building, alarms ringing and people shouting, my body became smaller, my hands becoming smaller and a tail growing. This feeling was familiar, my Poke-morph ability strung into my DNA along with Mew's a long time ago, probably before I was born.

Mewtwo, my only friend at that horrid Team Rocket base, treated me differently than the people in white coats. He treated me as a friend, understood the strange feeling of being different, of being strange, while they treated me as an abomination a freak.

Team Rocket's boss, Giovanni, always complained about a boy and his Pikachu ruining his plans. I vaguely recall him saying that the boy's name was Ash, the name for the remains of fire. There was also something about a last name, a word that sounded like a condiment. Ketchum, I believe.

After a bit of flying and thinking, I decided to find this Ash Ketchum, and join him.

2 days later

I made it, I thought, the layout of Pallet town a little ways ahead. I flew a bit farther, my breath still coming out fast from the constant flying that's consumed every thought of the past two days.

I landed on the ground, my small feet planting themselves down before I turned back into a human, my hands normal and the tail gone. My body slumped forward, exhaustion wracking my being, and collapsed.

24 hours later

I woke with a start. I sat up quickly, the room around me strange. When I did so, taking in my surroundings before glancing at a young woman walking toward me, a tray of tea and foodstuff in her grasp. "Oh, good, you're finally awake," she stated, setting the food and drink down on the nightstand to my right.

"Where am I?" I asked, already knowing what town this is but playing it to act as if I was lost.

"Pallet Town," the woman- obviously a mother, I might add- stated. "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Delia Ketchum."

"What happened?" I interrogated, wanting to know how I ended up in this room with a clock ticking on the far wall, a computer sleeping in the corner, and the blankets soft against my touch.

"My son found you passed out near the edges of the town. He doesn't know what happened to you, but carried you all the way here so a Pokémon didn't come along the way. You shouldn't be walking around alone without any Pokémon with you."

"I have Pokémon," I replied, sitting up farther and groping for a pokeball sitting on the nightstand next to the tray, ignoring the food and tea even though I'm starving. The ball clicks open at my touch, releasing a light and letting a pink Skitty emerge from the metal.

"Oh! A Skitty! How delightful!" Mrs. Ketchum exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement at the pink animal. I called it back, closing the ball with the Pokémon resided inside.

I've had her- the Skitty that is- since I was four, old enough to be taught to use other than my own skills in battle. I stole her away before I left, along with a few others I have yet to look at.

"What is your name?" Mrs. Ketchum replied to me, the excitement gone with the disappeared Skitty and filled with curiosity.

"My name is Mewlia," I said.

Mrs. Ketchum stared at me for a moment before replying, "Mewlia? What an interesting name."

"You have a son, don't you?" I asked, changing the subject to the matter at hand.

"Why, yes, I do! His name is Ash. He's outside."

Words that sounded like a "Thank you" fell out my mouth as I scrambled to get out of the sheets. My bare feet hit the floorboards and I rushed down the stairs.

"Where are you going?!" I heard Ash's mother yell. "You must be starving!" But I couldn't listen to her, the thought of telling the boy everything that he's missed, about Mewtwo and the base we've lived at for so long.

I could feel the wood beneath my feet and the grass as it greats me. I found Ash near the area where I collapsed the day before, a red and white cap placed on his mess of black hair. A yellow mouse Pokémon sits near him, smiling up at me. Pikachu. He turned once he heard my feet running toward him.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. "Oh, good. You're awake."

"Yep, I'm awake, Ash."

"Mom must've told you my name."

"No, she didn't Giovanni complained about you and Pikachu. I'm Mewlia and I've come to join you."

Ash seemed surprised at that, his face full of shock before he asked, "Giovanni? The boss of Team Rocket?"

"That's the one. He has experimented on me and created a poke-morph from the DNA of Mew and me."

"A poke-morph?" The young boy seemed confused at this information, as if a girl with purple hair could transform into a Mew. He fixed his face suddenly, holding a look of stone as he asked, "Show me."

And I did. My feet and hands grew smaller, a tail growing just like before. His face is surprised again, but turned back to stony faced. Then, just as quickly as I turned into Mew, I changed back.

Did ya like it? Please Review. I won't update this if I don't get at least 5 reveiws. I don't even care if they're flames, they will be used to burn Lawsuits from Kaiba.

Mewlia: Or Kaiba himself.

Lila: Diana will kill us if you do, correct?

Jessica: Review!