Title: Without Words
Fandom: Pokémon (Special 1: Mewtwo Returns)
Pairing/Characters: Ash, Mewtwo
Warning(s): None
Genre: Gen
One foot in front of the other.
He can feel Chikorita and Bulbasaur straining, struggling to support all two-hundred-seventy-something pounds of Psychic Pokémon. Geez, he thinks, Team Rocket must have fed you well.
Mewtwo laughs. It's a weaker laugh than before, and Ash takes the cue to step it up. I was created to have a powerful body. My powerful mind was an added bonus. It resumes prodding around the outside of his mind, searching for memories; the feeling is on the threshold of pain and instead becomes something else entirely.
You have seen much, it notes, touching a memory that Ash would rather not have been touched. I am…jealous.
You've seen a lot too, Mewtwo. The weight is causing his knees to shake. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up.
Who is this? It touches a memory from not too long ago.
My mother, Ash says without speaking. And that's an Entei.
Yes, I have been bred to know of Entei, it says, But not of mothers. She is beautiful.
Ash isn't quite sure what to think, because bred implies breed which implies a natural birth and he isn't sure if he has just caused an epiphany. Well- his thoughts are as haltingly stupefied as his burning legs- Mew- he's kind of your…parent, right?
There is a long pause. I suppose so. The words are quiet, restrained, almost defeated. Ash can't think straight anymore from the strain on his legs and mind, so he shuts off his brain and focuses on the ground before him.
Why… Mewtwo is not asking, but lamenting. Why are you helping me?
They step into the light before Ash answers.
Because you needed it.