Disclaimer: I do not own a lick of anything at all. I'm actually rather proud of that and hope to never change my lack of ownership over any such enterprise, novel, story, concept, idea etc. that is related to and or indirectly describes Pokemon and or any other potentially used or possibly not used franchise or work of any kind. Basically, I'm a sad person who has nothing oh why me?

Authors Note: I basically came up with this concept because I had ye to see a story that tried to do a HFY style in which the MC was just awesome in this series. So good luck to me and cheers.

Going Alone

Prologue

Pokemon. Just the word should say it all. A creature of such power and skill that humans simply have no way to compare to them. These beings who harness the very elements around us should cause fear and terror in every heart. Yet instead, humans seek to capture them and use them for their own gains.

In fact this is such a world. A place where technology has allowed humans the ability to harness the seemingly unlimited power of said creatures. Over time many wars have taken place over land, money, power, and of course rare and powerful pokemon. Presently, the world is at peace with a most unorthodox level of companionship between pokemon and the people who capture them known as trainers. In this world pokemon have become friends.

Ash age 5

A storm was brewing. Lightning was flashing and thunder clapping. The little town of Pallet was being hit by a very powerful storm the likes of which it has not seen in many years. A young boy sits in his looking outside as the rain crashes against his window. He is fearful of the powerful storm but does not balk from watching it in blatant curiosity and awe. A hand grabs him on his shoulder and the boy turns around to see his mother there worried about him. He was surprised at first but quickly smiles and hugs her.

"Son what are you doing awake? You know you should be asleep by now." The boy's mother holds him to her. She has seen the great storm blowing through and is very worried. Not only for herself and her son but also for her husband who is supposed to be coming home today. He has been gone for three years now. He was around for two years after their son's birth but never could sit in one place for so long. As it was he had already stayed for three years in one place before leaving again. Three years seems an odd number but its because he had met Delia a year before their son was born. It seems quick but sometimes love can be that way.

The boy looks at his mother. "I sorry mommy I just wanted to see daddy when he came home." He spoke innocently. He didn't really remember his father as he was only two years old when he had left to continue his pokemon journey. Its been three years. Afterall, who can expect a child to remember most anything at such a young age? She looked at her son and smiled sadly. There was a feeling of pain and dread in her heart. She was still very young only approaching twenty years old this year. She realized that she hadn't really been exactly in love when she had gotten together with her husband but she didn't know any better at the time. She was only almost fifteen at the time what did she know? Now she knew better. Even though he had married her and supported her he had only spent the time with her he had because she had gotten pregnant with their son.

Quietly she looked at her son and said, "Ash go to sleep honey if your daddy comes home tonight you will see him in the morning. The five year old Ash was about to struggle but saw the look of sadness in his mother's eyes. He chose not to argue and instead laid down to sleep. Delia left her son's room after tucking him into bed. She knew that likely her husband would be late at the very least and at the most simply not come back.

Sitting at the dining room table she thought about the last time she had spoken to him. They had argued again about him never being there for his son and always out and about on his little journey. He was a grown man she said and needed to come home to be a father. He of course became angry and said he was being a father by supporting them and sending money to assist in the raising on their child. They argued back and forth but she knew he likely would not come home. As it was she had already noticed the already small assistance becoming smaller and smaller as the years he was away dragged on. The night she had called she noted the amount he had sent a few days past barely being enough to pay for a small amount of food. It was obvious what this meant. He just did not care anymore.

The clocked ticked slowly as she waited and waited. The storm continued to roll outside. Sometime after the clock struck one in the morning there was a frantic knocking on her door. She quickly went to the door and opened it to see a panicked Professor Oak soaked through his rain coat standing in front of her. "DELIA! I'm so glad I caught you." Delia quickly let Professor Oak in. He was like a father to her. After she had become pregnant at such a young age her own family had disowned her. At the time she simply moved with her to be husband to Pallet town his home town and all was well. Oak had been there for them and assisted them on many occasions and even more so after her husband left once more on his journey. Before Oak's own wife passed away she had been a mother to her as well. His granddaughter Daisy was like a sister to her.

Delia quickly helped Professor Oak inside and closed the door. "Professor what brings you here at this time of the night?" She questioned as she went to help him remove his coat. He quickly waved her hands away. "No need no need. I need to get back to the lab soon after this. I had to stop by and inform you about your husband as there is currently no one else who is aware of his situation."

She was confused for a moment but then understanding seemed to flood her eyes. "I see. No need to say anything Professor. I can see that he won't be coming home then is it?" Delia put her hands around her self and slowly walked to the dining room table. She had expected this to be honest. Its not really surprising to her. They had been drifting apart since six months before he had left.

Professor Oak sat down at the table with her thinking about what to say. After a moment longer he simply stated "I'm sorry Delia that is true. However, its not simply because he decided to not come here, although that is part of it. It seems Richard has...passed away." Silence reigned for a few moments while Delia processed this. She was shocked. "H-how did-did he die?" Professor Oak was silent again then spoke in a sad but measured tone, "I got the call from Unova General Hospital about twenty minutes ago. Apparently he was on a flight to the Kalos region and his plane was struck with a massive bolt of lightning. The plane crashed in the middle of the ocean. Fortunately there were some other pokemon trainers on board and most of the passengers were saved. In fact the only one who perished was Richard as in the end he died from shrapnel embedded in his lungs from the plane being hit."

Delia was in shock. As much as she was beginning to hate Richard she didn't want for him to die. "I guess that was a rather shocking experience for everyone." She said and started to laugh and sob at the same time. It was obvious this was too much for her. Professor Oak was worried. He did not expect her to attempt a joke on this but seeing her weeping now he knew she was truly devastated. Unfortunately, this was simply only one part of the bad news he had. "Delia there is one more thing you need to know. I'm sorry I never found this out before but it seems Richard was having affairs with other women and had even married them and had children with them in several other regions." This was like hitting the last nail into a coffin. Delia simply broke down crying. Delia had suspected and had even spoke to herself when she was alone about how it was probable that he simply had others women he was more interested in. To hear this now caused her not simply sadness but shame too. She had honestly thought at one point he was a good man and now she was made painfully aware of the truth.

As Delia continued sobbing there was a slight crack in the door leading up to the second floor of the home. A little eye peered through the door that seemed to glow a multitude of colors before the door quickly shut itself.