I read your reviews, I swear I do. I just don't have this place figured out. *Insert weak smile here* This one's a continuation of My Little Flower-Blossom, so if you haven't read that, then this may or may not make much sense. Oh, and this fic was for the user Slowtype1 because he gave me the idea to continue it. I wasn't originally going to continue it, but here's the result: A sequel complete with chapters. It starts out slow at first and a little on the morbid side, but the entire story isn't like that, I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, Leafeon, Nurse Joy, or anything else Pokemon-related seen or mentioned in this fic.
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Outside the wind was chilling. It howled and groaned, scattering the falling snow everywhere. The trees were bare. The land was coated in an almost impenetrable, neat blanket of snow that was only tainted by the passing footsteps of travelers in search of shelter from the harsh storm outside. There was no moon glowing in the sky, nor any stars. The only viewable object was the small yellow square on the snow whenever a light is on in a building.
In one particular building, a Pokemon center, no less, many deserted travelers were anxiously seeking shelter from the storm. Some were cuddling with their furry Arcanine or Vulpix in assurance that they were protected. Some were asleep, clad in several layers of thick blankets. Others were clutching cups of soup and hot chocolate to warm their inside. Many had just settled themselves down wherever they could, ranging from the floor to alongside a freezing window.
One in favor was plastered against a window, searching among the white radiance that called the ground its home. His breath fogged the glass and he was shivering, despite being bundled up in a heavy orange blanket. An untouched cup of hot chocolate was on the table in front of him, the steam rising as it lost its flavor. Next to it laid a small, open Luxury Ball. Despite being taken care of, it was easy to see the small scratches that covered its black surface that showed signs of age and wear.
"Is something wrong?"
The trainer wasn't expecting the sudden question so close to his ear and he let out a small gasp as he turned around. After seeing it was yet another Nurse Joy, he simply shook his head and gazed over his shoulder at the endless wonderland of snow.
"Are you sure?" Nurse Joy repeated, plopping herself down in a chair adjacent to the young trainer. Despite being obviously exhausted, her well-cared for figure didn't show any signs of tiredness, and neither did her voice. "You've not touched your dinner."
'Dinner' wasn't exactly what he wanted to call the sweet brown liquid in front of him. The trainer glanced momentarily at her, studying her face, and then at the small white cup in front of him. He picked it up and daintily took a drink of it to show her that he was okay.
He placed it back down and simply muttered, "I'm just not hungry."
Nurse Joy paused for a moment as she heard his melancholy voice, but she seemed to push it away when she gently pulled out a clipboard and said, "May I have your name? The police want a list of those who are out of the snowstorm so they know who is and who isn't missing."
"Missing…" He repeated, stressing over the two-syllable word. He kept his gaze outside as he murmured, "My name's Percy Evans."
She scribbled down his name quickly with a small red pen. After another hesitation, she curiously asked yet another question as she observed his trembling form. "You might still be suffering from Hypothermia. Should I get another blanket?"
"No."
"More chocolate?" Nurse Joy asked, flicking the same pen to the small cup in front of him. "I have more than enough."
"No…" This time his response was similar to the other, but it was lower, full of sadness. He was still shivering, though not as much as he had earlier when he'd first arrived. He adjusted the fluffy blanket before throwing his gaze outside again.
Nurse Joy followed his careless eyes, tracing it to as far as possible in the restless darkness outside. After a long pause, she asked another question. "Are you sure you're okay? You're still shaking."
"I'm just worried."
Nurse Joy wasn't exactly expecting that response and, when she'd gotten back up, she fell back down in the same seat again. She studied him for a moment. When Percy didn't add to his statement, she inquired, "About what?"
"It's nothing." Percy responded again, fidgeting uncomfortably. "I've just lost a Pokemon out in that storm, and I'm…well, worried."
"Pokemon?" Nurse Joy echoed, inching closer to the troubled teen. "What kind?"
"A Leafeon named Blossom."
"Grass-Type?" It was a ridiculous question, because cuddled up next to the fireplace was a Leafeon. By the name 'Blossom,' his Leafeon was probably female. This one was male. "How long has she been missing?"
Percy fidgeted uncomfortably, leaning against the window again. "Um…I don't know. I always leave her out," He looked at the Luxury Ball that was nestled on the table with tired green eyes. "…That snowstorm came upon us so suddenly and quickly…and I lost her…and I'm just worried. Blossom was my first Pokemon." He added silently.
It was odd for a Leafeon to be a starter Pokemon, but maybe he'd gotten an odd professor. Nurse Joy remained silent as she glanced briefly at the Pidgey clock on the wall. It was past three in the morning, so he must be tired, but he wasn't resting without his Leafeon. The world needed more caring trainers like him, it seemed.
Nurse Joy tried another question as she resumed fumbling with her clipboard. "Does Blossom know where the Pokemon Center is?" There was only one word spoken that confirmed her unseen worry.
"No."
Percy let out a long, dragged sigh. He eyed the now cold liquid before raising a shaking hand to grip it. He drank it slowly, savoring every drop and when he placed it down again, it was utterly empty. This time he didn't turn back to the window. Instead, he turned wistfully at the other trainers that remained fast asleep. He was hardly aware when Nurse Joy asked him another question.
"Do you have any other Pokemon?"
"I do, but I left them all with Professor Elm. I did that to see if I could beat Lucian with only a Leafeon." He lowered his voice into a whisper, "I beat him…" It was obvious he'd forgotten to get his Pokemon back after that spectacular event. It was suddenly clear why he didn't have a faithful Growlithe at his feet or a Glameow playing with his auburn hair.
Nurse Joy, having reached her destined page, scanned over the small text briefly. She frowned in worry, but there was hope dancing in her eyes that Percy didn't see. She looked at him momentarily, and whispered, "Hang on, Percy. I'll be back."
She was off in an instant. Percy sighed as he turned back to the outside world viewable from the single window. Was it possible that his faithful Leafeon, a single Grass-Type, could survive by herself in that sort of weather, with those types of Pokemon? An Ice-Type Pokemon like Weavile could make her faint in the cold weather easily and if…
He shivered. No, that was going too far. Blossom was still alive. Blossom was well. Blossom was going to come back, he just knew it. The problem was that he just had to find her, that's all. Find her…but how? Blossom certainly was unused to the chillingly cold weather. He'd only been up to Snowpoint maybe four or five times within his seven years of Pokemon training. Certainly there was some sort of natural instinct within Pokemon?
A stack of stapled papers landed on the table in front of him, cutting him off of his thoughts. A familiar red pen bounced off the table and found itself on top of the tidy papers, and he looked up at the doctor's shadow. "…What's this?"
"A missing Pokemon form. Professor Motisma is in charge of missing Pokemon, so he made these forms. All you have to do is fill them out with Blossom's information, and give them back to me." She scratched her head in what seemed like embarrassment, and he looked at her curiously. "The Professor's quite a Pokemon person. He literally doesn't rest until he finds what he's looking for."
Percy tilted his head in mild confusion at the last sentence, but nodded, and, with a brief thanks later, Nurse Joy left him to fill them out in peace. The answers were painfully easy. When you have a Pokemon you've had for over seven years, you know all about it:
Nickname, if any: Blossom
Gender: Female
Species: Leafeon
Type: Grass
Trainer ID: 05579
On and on, the questions went, ranging from critical to plain out weird: one of them even questioned if the specific Pokemon enjoyed eating cheese or not. He blinked in confusion, but answered the odd question anyways. By the time he was done, he revised all of his answers before letting out another dragged out sigh.
He glanced at the clock. It was past five, but it was still dark outside. The clouds must be covering the beautiful sunrise. Poor, poor Blossom. She loved the sun. The terrible blizzard showed no signs of letting up. Nurse Joy returned a few moments later to collect his paperwork.
Percy shot her a questionable look and asked, "Why does he want to know if Blossom likes cheese?"
Nurse Joy shrugged. "I don't know. The professor's not exactly right in the head. Did you fill out everything?"
"Yes, Nurse Joy."
"Good." She smiled as she stooped down to his level, placing a caring hand on his shoulder. "I promise you, we'll find your little Leafeon. She's out there somewhere. You should try to rest, okay? You haven't slept a wink since you woke up."
Percy turned his head away to look out the window again. "Yes, ma'am…" It was easy to see how hard it was to keep himself from crying.
She remained behind him for a moment, watching him. Silently she handed him a tissue, and he reluctantly took it. She walked off again after a mild hesitation, taking his empty drink and forms with her. The lights turned off as she exited, glancing one again at Percy. Percy remained covered in the blanket, his seemingly sightless stare never leaving the frozen wonderland outside as the yellow square of light disappeared and dowsed the room in never-ending darkness.
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Continued in Part Two
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Whoopsie! I didn't realize how short that chapter was. I'll have the others longer, that's a promise. Then again, it depends on if you all prefer longer or shorter chapters. The reader knows best, you know.