A/N: So this is the new/revised edition of Beating Hearts Probing Desires. Your sincere support made this happen. Without it I wouldn't have the desire to write this or even to be rewriting this. Thank you for your support. Without further ado, I welcome you to the revised tale of Heather's Kanto travels.

There are some tales not worth telling. Others are few and far between. Some things just need to be told. Others seemingly don't. If there's one thing there has to be other things leading to it. A person climbing a mountain will rise. Others who try this feat will fall. Twists and turns are around every corner. If they weren't life would be boring.

This is the tale of a girl with the ability to transform into any and every Pokémon at will. Though the road ahead may be sketchy, with her ever helpful friends at her side, everything will become clear. Her story's worth telling. It's the story of the fate of the Pokémon world and how everyone and everything comes together to prevent the destruction of it. The destruction of the race known as Pokémon. The destruction of the land dwellers known as humans. Yet also the destruction of the world.

Pokémon are not tools of war. They are trusted partners and are needed to the survival of the world. Some say humans and Pokémon should not coexist. Some say that Pokémon should have been ended hundreds of years ago. Though really, what would the world be like without them? There would be no time. There would be no light. The world would be an endless void of darkness. The plants, grasses, rivers, and streams would die. Life would not exist.

In the far off region of Yoroshii, one girl will rise to meet her destiny. With her friends she will save the world from its destruction.

We zoom in to a fairly small two-floor house in the region of Yoroshii. The house is painted an off-white with tan shutters. A rock bed circles the sides of the porch which is made of a glossy wood. Just down the road from the house is a small area of woods in which a lone cave makes its home. North of the house is a bridge leading into town.

In the house is a family of five. A mother, a father, two girls and a boy. The boy being a teen.

The oldest of the girls skips down the stairs into the basement where her father does his work as a scientist. The girl is six years old and has shoulder length auburn hair and dark green eyes with a light yellow ring around the pupils.

She wanders over to her father and taps him on the shoulder, grasping his attention. The man turns to his eldest daughter and smiles lightly. He has russet brown hair and dark brown eyes. Wire-framed glasses rest atop his nose.

"What are you doing, daddy?" the girl asks as she leans on his shoulder staring at his computer screen which is flashing slightly.

"Just doing some research." He smiles, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and points to the sharp contrast picture on the computer screen he had been absorbed in studying.

The son of the family age 16 enters the room, arms crossed. He combs back his red hair with his fingers. His hair spikes out in the back. His topaz eyes stare blandly at all the scattered papers around the desk his father's computer sits atop.

"Dad you need to pull yourself away from this nonsense and stop getting wrapped up in it. Do you honestly believe you can create a living, breathing Pokémorph replica. The teen picks up a newspaper with a bolded headline reading "Last known Pokémorph disappears."

"Lance, have faith in me. I know I can do this. I know you don't believe in this subject, but science is a very strong subject these days." He tousles his matted brown hair as the auburn haired six year old climbs onto his lap.

Lance stares at the computer screen and glares at the sharp picture that his father's studying. A human with white hair and pale white skin with white wings and a tail. He has bright blue eyes and is glaring at the screen in hatred. Below the picture is a caption saying: Behold a Pokémorph, an indifferent species known only to have feelings of hatred.

"Dad I really, really disapprove of what you're doing. Even if you could contain the technology to create a living, breathing Pokémorph who would you use as your test dummy? Consider their feelings." Lance frowns furrowing his brow.

"Well, I've been thinking of Heather. She loves Pokémon and already has a close connection with them. Think about how much closer she'll be. Think of how much closer we'll be to fully understanding Pokemon/human ties. If we could harness something that powerful we'd never have trouble understanding Pokémon. We would be capable of communicating with them fully." The man smiles down at his eldest daughter and she, somewhat confused by all the talk, stares happily up at him.

"Heather's innocent dad. She doesn't even know what we're talking about. She has a strong love for Pokémon but if you ask me this is ridiculous." Lance protests angrily.

"She'll be fine Lance. I will run the tests thoroughly to make sure nothing goes wrong. I'll even do some extensive research to try to understand Pokémon myself." The man rubs his hand over his daughter's hair thoughtfully.

"This isn't right dad. This isn't right." Lance shakes his head, grasping the door to their father's lab and yanks it open heading upstairs to the main part of the house.

"You want to know more about Pokémon don't you Heather? To be able to understand them well?" The man smiles at his eldest daughter contently.

"Of course I want to daddy." Heather grins happily as she walks to an Eevee laying calmly on the floor. Picking the small fox up she gently begins stroking its soft fur. Carrying it briskly in her arms she walks through the door her big brother never closed and heads upstairs. Her father turns back to his research.

The next day

"Eureka!" The man exclaims as he adjusts his wire-frame glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. He casually strolls upstairs to the family room, a smile plastered on his face.

A young woman with blue-green eyes and long red hair flowing to a little past the middle of her back stares at her husband semi distressed. "Wilt, honey, what on earth are you going on about?"

"Maria, it's the best thing that ever happened to me. After years on end of studying how humans and Pokémon coexist I've finally created a way to solve everything. I have found a way to reconstruct the DNA of a human into one of a Pokémorph. One unlike any the world has ever seen. This Pokémorph will be able to transform into any and all Pokémon. The Pokémorph will never become a hybrid. It will astound the council and prove my sleepless nights as success. Come with me and you'll see (in a world of pure imagination. I always do this. Just usually not in stories. XD) I'm not lying." Wilt stands and pulls his eldest daughter's hand, gripping it tightly.

A three year old girl with pink hair braided into pigtails and baby blue eyes stumbles after her father in wonder.

Heather, Lance, Maria, and the youngest daughter, Rose follow Wilt into his lab where they are both amazed and confused.

In front of them is a bubbling pink liquid encased in a large glass tube sitting on a platform. Wires connected to the tube run into a large machine type database. A stool is propped against the platform to ease the test subject into the fluid.

"Wilt you cannot honestly be serious." Maria gasps as Wilt escorts his eldest daughter up the stool opening the lid to the fluid encased tube.

"Maria are daughter could be the one to save the world one day once she can harness these powers. It'll be shaky at first when the human and Pokémon separate, it's an arduous process, but she'll live. Besides, Heather agreed to it. Now climb up that tube Heather. You're free to keep your clothing on for this." Wilt smiles at his eldest daughter as she climbs into the tube.

"Stop it." Lance cries as Wilt shuts the lid and a locking mechanism clicks.

Suspended wires attach themselves to Heather's body and screams ring out through the air as pain fills her body. Wilt continues talking as if he's discovered a cure for every known type of cancer in the world.

"Don't worry. Now that the lid's closed she'll be able to breathe. You see the Pokémon DNA will bond to her own. It'll have a few tiny flaws but it should pan out according to plan," Wilt says.

"Heather," Lance cries as he puts his hands to the glass banging on it sullenly. Glaring he turns sharply to his father protesting. "What if this doesn't work out? What if she turns into a hybrid? She'll be shunned from all humanity just like all the other Pokémorphs."

"Trust me son. I know what I'm doing. Heather's strong. She'll get through this alive." Wilt pats Lance on the shoulder as Rose stares curiously at her sister, whose eyes are snapped shut in a sleeping state of bliss- no longer pain ridden.

Wilt escorts his family out of the room and stares at his nullified daughter.

"I know you'll survive. You're strong my child." His eyes caress her small frame as she breathes a few times. He turns back to his computer, satisfied, and returns to clicking away anxiously.

Three days later

"Lance. Come see. She's awakened." Wilt calls beaming up the stairs.

Lance walks down and runs a hand through his messy spiked hair, the spikes now shooting in all directions as a clear sign of bed head.

Wilt smiles at his son as he pushes a small button making the fluid absorb itself into Heather's body.

Lance suppresses a yawn as he turns back to look at his sister. His eyes widen in complete shock as the latch springs open and Wilt lifts the hatch; helping Heather out. Heather blinks a couple times before staring at Lance in confusion. The only thing remaining in the tank is a heap of shredded clothing. Wilt wraps a green silk robe around Heather's small frame as Lance begins prodding at the things sprouting from either side of Heather's head.

"Why do you stare like that? Is something the matter with me?" Heather turns to look at Lance as he continues stroking and tugging at the objects on either side of her head. "Hey watch it that hurts." Heather snaps as he tugs a little hard.

"S-sorry." Lance stumbles at a loss for words.

Turning to his father he asks an arising question. "Ears. . . and a tail. What is she?"

"Lance. Lance. Lance. I thought you'd know what your sister is. She's an Eevee hybrid. At least until her souls can separate. Currently her human and Pokémon sides are fused." Wilt explains.

"You said she wouldn't be a hybrid." Lance growls.

Heather stares into a mirror suspended on a large hook near the side of the lab. She gasps inaudibly as she touches her light brown, fuzzy ears and shakes her furry tail.

[Come. Play with me.] A voice echoes in Heather's mind.

Heather turns around and looks frantically for the source of the sound, ignoring the now faint bickering of her father and brother over her temporary state.

[Let's be friends. You can hear me can't you?]

Heather looks in a corner spying the family Eevee. Wagging her tail she pads over to Heather licking her hand.

"H-How? W-Why?" Heather asks.

[Don't be afraid. I think you look awesome like that.] Eevee grins lolling her tongue out and licking Heather's hand again.

"Eevee. . ." Heather scoops the small fox into her arms caressing its soft fur and tugging gently at its velvety ears.

"Can you understand Eevee Heather?" Wilt asks in awe.

"I'm pretty sure. Some voice keeps talking to me. It sounds feminine. I'm almost positive it's Eevee," Heather says astonished.

"Fantastic." Wilt cries waving his arms happily boasting proudly of his scientific knowledge.

Lance glares stone-coldly at the man who is his father, angry that he wouldn't consider Heather's vulnerability as a young child.

[I like you.] Eevee giggles in Heather's mind.

"Eevee? Is that you?" Heather asks as she flips her over and tickles her tummy.

[Ha. Ha. Yes. It's mee.] Eevee laughs rolling around in Heather's arms.

Heather drops Eevee to the ground making Eevee cringe in pain. Heather turns back to the mirror staring at her reflection, touching her ears.

"What am I?" She cries.

"You're a Pokémorph. You'll eventually gain your human body back. It'll be awkward at first but you'll eventually get used to this. It'll be fun." Wilt hugs his daughter in comfort as she cries. He rubs soothing circles around her back.

Lance yanks her away from his father cradling her close to him letting her sob in his chest. He leads her gently upstairs and takes out a board game. The two play the game for a while before Heather falls asleep, her tail tucking beneath her robe as she curls up into a ball, her back now more flexible then when she was a full human.

Wilt comes upstairs and takes Heather back down to his lab to run more tests and allow her to sleep in peace until her souls split. He lays her slumbering body on a cot.

Four days later

"I'm happy to say she's finally back to normal." Wilt grins at his son.

"She better be." Lance mutters.

"Come see for yourself if you don't believe me." Wilt leads Lance down the corridor to the lab pulling open the door where Heather's laying comfortably- her robe still wrapped around her. No longer does she have ears or a tail stuck to her body.

"Wake up sis." Lance says shaking her lightly in enthusiasm and tenacious curiosity.

"Ugh. . ." Heather groans and she rolls over. Eevee jumps on the cot snuggling into her arms. Much to their amazement Heather turns into a full blown Eevee. The two Eevee stare at each other in confusion.

"Which one is. . ." Lance starts.

". . .Heather?" Wilt finishes.

One Eevee sleepily rolls back over curling up inside the robe folding its paws over its eyes covering itself with its tail.

"That one." Lance laughs softly.

Wilt picks up his daughter, clothing an all, and carries her sleeping form upstairs to the family room where Maria is reading to their youngest daughter.

"Look what we have here Maria." Wilt proclaims.

"It's just a normal Eevee." Maria shrugs and then gasps in shock when she sees the robe. "Y-you've got to be joking me. That's our daughter?"

"Yeah she hugged Eevee and transformed like this. It's pretty cool. Her fur's real mom." Lance announces as he strokes lightly at the fur on Heather's body making her groan softly.

Maria reaches out a somewhat shaky hand and strokes the fur a shocked look overcoming her face.

"She must have been thinking of Eevee to become this. The thought process between the souls is very similar, yet, also very different. To become a full Pokémon she must think of the Pokémon. To change back she must dwell on a thought of being human. It'll make more sense when she's older. However it might startle her friends. She'll eventually learn to transform without shedding clothes." Wilt explains.

"It sounds like a lot for her to take in," Lance says awkwardly.

"Not really. She'll learn in time. She will know that she has the power to socialize with Pokémon unlike any other human in ways unlike any other human." Wilt says tuning into his wife who went back to reading to Rose.

Lance carries his sister to her room and sets her slumbering form on her bed, leaving her to rest.

Later

Heather grumbles as she jumps out of bed, yawning exaggeratedly. She walks over to the sink wondering if she shrunk as everything is looming around her. She hops onto the step-stool and is shocked as she can't see anything. Placing-what she assumes to be her hands- on the counter she gives herself a boost and falls over screaming.

"Heather? Are you alright?" Lance asks as he opens the door.

[I. . . w. . . me? This is me?] Heather asks shakily pointed her paw at the mirror then pulling her paws over her head in fear. [First I shrink and now I'm an Eevee?]

"Holy Miltank. She can talk?" Lance practically screams as his family walks in the room.

"Oh yes she can communicate with us telepathically in a sense. She can block out communicating with people by using mind speak to those she trusts. She can think things and we can hear them. Sometimes she can hide her thoughts though." Wilt explains.

Rose, being the toddler she is, toddles over to over to her big sister.

"Eebee." She grins. "Eebee." She picks Heather up hugging her tightly.

[C-Can't. . . b-breathe. . .] Heather chokes flailing slightly.

"Eebee. Eebee." Rose giggles tossing Heather in the air over and over again then catching her in her arms.

[Do. Not. Want!] Heather cries as she's flung about. [I never knew she had such a tight grip. . .]

[[Tell me about it.]] ([[]]=what the real Eevee is saying) Eevee says padding softly across the blue and black carpet.

Rose looks at the two Eevee and frowns.

"Eebee? Sissy? Where. . . sissy Eebee?"

[You're holding/choking me.] Heather gasps.

[[At least it's not me for once.]] Eevee laughs sheepishly as Heather grimaces at her.

[Little help here?] Heather cries wiggling in Rose's arms.

"Rose, put down that. . . Eevee." Maria shouts, waving her hands.

"B-but Rose like Eebee." Rose says sticking her thumb in her mouth crying.

"I know you like Eevee sweetie but you need to give her some space." Maria tries again.

"O.K. . ." Rose sighs putting down "Eevee" and waddling over to her mom to be held.

Maria picks up Rose holding her on her shoulder.

"Now Heather, to turn back into a human you simply have to think of your human self." Wilt explains cautiously.

[Think? About my human self. . .? Okay that shouldn't be too hard.] Heather begins thinking of her human self, turning back. There was only one word to describe her as Lance rushed out of the room, his face flushed in embarrassment. That word? Naked.

Wilt tosses her her robe and she hastily puts it on in a hurry running out of the room after her brother.

"Lance get back here. I'm going to kill you." She shrieks as she rushes to attack her brother.

Shaking their heads laughing Maria and Wilt walk to the living room to stop the fighting that has ensued. Maria covers Rose's eyes so she can't see Heather lunging at her brother punching him repeatedly with her small balled up fists screaming incomprehensible words from her mouth. Lance just laughing off the pain.

Me: Well that's that of the new story. More in depth no?

Lance: You were really going to kill me weren't you?

Me: No. Then there wouldn't be a story. You are a pretty important backup character.

Lance: Back. . .up. . .?

Me: Yep.

Lance: Come here so I can kill you.

Me: Oh shi- read and review so Lance doesn't strangle me. D: