Chapter One-Whispers

Okay, guys, I appreciate I haven't written anything in years and I am a terrible lazy person. However, I got bored, inspired and decided to do a pokemon story, which stars my favorite pokemon at his best (evil and cute)

This story is fluffy, it's not meant to be M rated, full of bestiality and such like. If that's not your cup of tea, no matter, and if it changes and I decided to make it so, I will tell you and raise the rating, which I think should be at T

This tale is about finding yourself and a gentle nurse's journey to make a savage, evil (cute) creature civilized and lovely. Enjoy. xxx

The buzz of sheer sound enhanced her senses. The Pokecentre was full, jam-packed, in a way that it hadn't been for a while. Chattering, jittering trainers, young and old, jostled and fidgeted, waiting to see the only member of staff on the desk. Chansey fluttered around at the sight of so many people wanting her and her mistress's attention. Nurse Joy beckoned the perturbed pokemon towards her and gestured to her reassuringly.

This was her purpose, and the purpose of her family, generations of Joy women, all nurses, all helping the magnificent creatures humanity shared their world with- and she loved it.

Still, the vast droves of people waiting, impatience suffocating the air could demotivate her. She sighed softly, and touched her pokemon's head gently, and then turned her attention to the human visitors.

"Can I help you?"

The young male trainer was half way through tapping at Joy's desk, a Bulbasaur in his arm. The nurse scrutinized it.

"Oh, a Bulbasaur…. He doesn't look too good"

The boy shook his head. "He's sick, I think he's been poisoned, he ate some berries I have never seen before."

Nurse Joy looked at the plant-like creature in concern. "Any idea what berries? I could work from a description but otherwise I would have to test him."

A smile dawned on the trainer's face, happy to help. "I have some! I picked them, once I saw, just in case."

Joy smiled brilliantly and held her hand out, "may I see?"

The boy held out the small red fruits, and the nurse, seeing no need to take them, examined them on the boy's palm.

"Hmmm…"

The boy looked up, anxious.

"Oh, I doubt there's a need to worry! Your Bulbasaur's symptoms suggest that the berries aren't fatal… these look like laxoberries, and it looks like he has had an allergic reaction to them. Lumberries should cure him. I will go get some- we always have plenty of stock." And with that, she danced blithely out of the room, the young trainer staring after her, slightly bemused.

Nurse Joy knew her way round her stock cupboard (well, more of a room, really) blindfolded and backwards, so she located the small fruits quickly. She hummed as she took them off the shelf and scooped some into a dainty plastic bag.

Amelia Adriana Joy…

Nurse Joy heard she gasp, as she spun around and strained her ears for the voice. Her name…Her full name at that, and surely, there was no one here who knew it, just the trainers, no family or close friends… then how?

And it had come from nowhere...

Joy shook her head. There were no more whispers, deep and intimate. She must just be imagining things…

The trainer at her desk didn't seem to think anything was amiss. She hadn't taken long, even though the silence and her heartbeats seemed a lifetime. It seemed as if nothing had happened.

Forcing a smile, she gave the trainer his cure, and watched his face illuminate. For an instant she was at ease.

"Can I have your name please? For the records…"

Harry Silstock…

Joy was confused. The boy's mouth hadn't moved. "Pardon?"

The boy imitated her expression. "Sorry? I didn't say anything?"

Joy blinked and quickly recovered, even though she had turned to ice. "Okay, sorry… erm… your name, please?"

"Harry Silstock," the trainer announced clearly. Joy stifled a gasp.

She shook her head and wrote it down, forcing her hand not to tremble. "Thank you."

For the rest of the evening, the nurse worked and didn't think, or tried not to. She got through the mass of people patiently and politely, yet inside she screamed at them to leave. Now.

That voice yet again had entered her mind, knowingly a stranger's name, this time. It couldn't be her head; she hadn't known the boy's name!

Nevertheless, she minimalised the disruption to her work. She said a last "thankyou" and the dread came back. It was time. The end of the working day. No distractions. Just fear.

Chansey sensed her change in mood, as Joy locked up the stock and the centre, and went home. She teetered next to her, jittery with anxious wonder. Joy had shook her head so many types, her long, bright hair had come loose. She sighed, just as she had done at the start of the evening, yet it was laced with a foreboding query.

Joy, now sat with a book in hand, 'relaxing', as she had told Chansey, before the pokemon had scuttled off, not reading and listening. No one could harm her here. She was at home, a sanctuary, as it were, which hid harsh memories and past troubles. She almost smiled. It was obviously in her head. Just stress after a long day that's all. It's obviously in your head, Amelia.

There was a second of contented silence. Then Amelia Joy stood up, sending her book sprawling onto the floor. That was not the voice in her head…

Amelia… you will be useful.

Then… Nothing.