Me Notes: Here's another Pokémon fanfic, it was a good accident. I put it on DeviantArt too cuz I just created it cuz mi friends have one and I wanna show off mi art too. Although it'll take a while for my art up there... ANYWAYZ! If you are still "innocent" walk away from this now… who am I kidding, I know you won't and I don't thing I can really be that… corruptive. Me no own Pokémon. (This is proof on why if I did, the characters themselves would kill me)

May Made Into a Maid

Chapter 1

All alone and lost in the forest with hunger pains was not the way May wanted to leave the world. Instead, she would have rather wanted to die with the love of her life, she still did not know who—but a few people's faces popped up in her mind—at her side. An even better image was with her soul mate, old, and in their bed together. A graphic, heroic, maybe even graphic death sounded better than death by starvation.

With her thumbs and index fingers creating a rectangle, May's imaginary video camera captured everything. "As I, May Maple, die, the last images I'll see are these beautiful green canopies above me. Green… Emerald green…eyes, so beautiful… I'm just going to go to sleep for…a… lil…"

The brunette stumbled over a root, but didn't bother getting back up. She lacked the energy to pull herself together and find a way out of the deep forest. "I.. shouldn't have taken that bet with the guys…. Now I might never get to see…them. Next time, I promise …to follow their instincts on the route we should…take."

Her eyes closed and didn't open for six hours. When May's nose picked up a delicious smell, her eyes awoke to the afternoon sun rather than the morning. Immediately she followed her nose, hoping to find a restaurant with plenty, but cheap food. She knew she had some money, but wasn't sure if it was even enough to get a hot dog at a vendor's cart. May's pace lead her to the end of the forest and into a city landscape in less than five minutes.

"FINALLY!" She yelled and startled a couple sitting a few feet away from her on a bench. Her stomach growled again and May remembered her initial worry. Looking around, she saw a Deli a few blocks away. With new found energy she sprinted to the shop.

A woman with dark green hair looked up at her husband with light blond hair lovingly. "This is so nice Andrew; I just love coming back to where we first met."

The man chuckled lightly, "Really? I would have thought you hated this deli because of the way we met." His green eyes sparkled as he looked down at his wife.

She gave a small shrug and flipped her long hair back. "At first I did, because one of your stupid fan girls knocked my sub out of my hands and you laughed. But when you stopped laughing and I stopped fuming and our eyes met—"

"It was love at first sight?" Andrew finished for her.

Instead she smirked and said no. "I knew I wasn't ever going to be able to forget about you, good or bad. But anyways, thank you for taking me out of that stressful situation. Now that I've calmed down a bit, I guess I just have to view this rationally. We've got to cancel our trip and stay home because our stupid maid of ten years randomly decided to quit."

"Now Scarletta, we do have a son who miraculously came home for the weekend," he reminded her. "I've already asked him and he wouldn't mind taking care of the house while we're gone."

Scarletta (yes I know her hair is green ye scarlet means red, that's the beauty of irony) lips pressed together. "No, I don't want to leave my baby all alone."

"He's fifteen."

"None-the-less," she shook her head, causing her beautiful hair to dance around her. "I'd feel better if he at least had a friend or that stupid maid with him. And it's too late to hire a new—"

The door burst open and a girl in red appeared with her arms out stretched, "I made it! Food!" She happily skipped to the counter and pulled out her money. She ordered two subs and gave the person handling the register all of her money. Once she received her food, she skipped over to the table across from the beautiful couple.

Andrew and Scarletta expected her to wait on a friend or someone to help her with the food she ordered, but instead were surprised to see her finish the two sandwiches easily. After staring at her, Andrew tilted his head to the left. She looked familiar with the yellow fanny pack and red bandana, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He was about to comment on it when his wife suddenly stood up and walked over to her.

She sat down across from the young girl who she assumed to be seventeen or a little older and smiled at her. "Hello, my name is Scarletta and I have a few questions for you."

May extended her arm and shook her hand. "Hi, my name is May and I'd be happy to answer your questions to the best of my ability if you could then answer mine." The girl had a bouncy quality that Scarletta immediately liked.

"Deal," Scarletta smiled, rested her elbow on the table, and placed her head on her hand. "I know everyone in this city; my husband is the mayor of this town and owner of the small chain of stores called Bookshelf. Anyways, I know you're new and I was wondering how long you would stay in this city."

"Well," May fidgeted a little so she clasped her hands together to avoid moving around so much. "I'm not sure exactly. See, to tell you the truth I'm lost. My friends and I became separated and I have no idea how to find them."

The woman didn't exactly like the answer and felt sorry for the girl, but she had a mission and a plan. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I have a proposition for you. If you could babysit and house sit for us," she pointed back at Andrew who looked confused, "for a week then we'd help you at any cost to get you back to your friends."

May wasn't sure and Scarletta could tell from her expressions that May was about to reject the offer. "Please stay and help us. My husband and I haven't had a real vacation in a while and we desperately need one. If you can contact you friends and tell them where you are and they come to you, they can stay at our house too. We have plenty of room. Besides, it's dangerous for a young lady like you to be wondering off by yourself. Please say you'll do it."

"Okay," she warily said, "but first, can you direct me to the closest Pokémon Center."

Scarletta's eyes dilated briefly, but didn't think about it much. She took out a pen and paper from her purse and wrote down her address and directions to the center. "Please be at our house by six o'clock. You'll have about two hours to do whatever you need to do."

The teenage girl nodded and assured her she'd be there.

"By the way," Scarletta was about to leave, but turned around. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen!" May smiled at her.

Oh, dear, she thought to herself. I should have asked that at the beginning. Oh well, she looks responsible enough to be with my son. "Really, fifteen? You look so much mature, that I took you for at least seventeen."

"Thank you," May bowed her head.

The lady waved and wished her luck on contacting her friends. "I hope you can communicate with them. See you in a bit." She grabbed her husband's hand and excited the deli.

"What did you do?" Andrew asked as soon as the door closed behind them.

She smiled up at him and told him everything. "Why couldn't you have hired someone else in this town?" Andrew's response wasn't what she expected, but explained to him about his elections coming up soon and they never knew who would try to dig up anything on him. "I love that imagination of yours, but this is the best yet I think. So what is our new temporary maid going to do in those two hours?"

"She's going to the Pokémon Center to try to contact her friends," Scarletta wished her good luck silently. "She did look like a trainer to me the first time I saw her."

He nodded and listened to her talk as they walked to their pleasant home. An unpleasant feeling was settling in the pit of his stomach, but he didn't want to ruin his wife's mood.

May was talking to Ash, Brock and her brother Max in a matter of minutes as soon as she was allowed used of the Screen phone. Her friends and brother looked worried and asked her a bunch of question. She answered them calmly and explained the new situation she was it. Brock the man of reason pointed out a few details she should have thought about. One of the facts was that she had never babysat in her life before.

"Besides that," Brock's voice came from behind Ash who was seated in the middle, "do you even know what town you're in?"

May pressed her lips together, "No, but that's easy to find out." She gently tugged on the next person who walked by. "Excuse me, what city are we in?"

"La Rousse," he answered and walked away.

"See, I'm in La Rousse," May said triumphantly. "Wait, why does that sound familiar?"

Max literally hit his head on the table in front of him.

May ignored him and asked the guys how long it'd take them to get to her. "Well May," Ash took over, "Your 'shortcut' took you through The Thick Forest and are very luck to come out at all. Nurse Joy here says that we have to go around and that'll take us a week. But that Scarletta lady was right, it would be dangerous for you to meet us half way at Cannery and you already promised her your help. We'll just have to meet there. Give us the address."

May kept glancing at the paper in front of her as she walked down the road full of enormous houses. Actually there were only three houses so far seeing as all of them had huge lawns. 112 Lovely Drive was her destination. She arrived at her destination with five minutes to spare, but those minutes were wasted on her just standing there and admiring the beauty of it all. The house was the biggest mansion on the road. Flower gardens were everywhere causing May's eyes to move nonstop around the detailed designs of it.

Finally she made it to the front steps and rang the doorbell.

"Honey, can you get that!" Scarletta yelled from her bathroom upstairs to her son who was in his room a few rooms down.

She and Andrew were finishing packing. He had just zipped up the luggage when it suddenly hit him. The girl is not a trainer she is a co-ordinator. All those contests he watched on television taught him that May was a great co-ordinator and her son's "Greatest Rival" as he remembered Vivian introduce her once as.

"Wait Drew!" He ran down the hall and to the stares to prepare his son from the shock, but was too late.

"May?" Drew could not believe his eyes. How many times had he tried to imagine her there and when he least expects it, finds it to be true. His boring week had just taken a hundred and eighty degree turn. "What are you doing here?"

Me Notes: Yeah I said I wasn't going to make another Pokémon fanfic, but this story couldn't keep quiet. The Drew and May inside my head want to know what torture I'll bring to them so they can decide whether to kill me once and for all. But I have a feeling they'll secretly like it themselves!

;)