Hello Everyone. LadySilentEagle here. With a new story to share with you. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or its Characters, just the story and any OC's.

Pairings: Contestshipping – Pokéshipping – Ikarishipping – Questshipping

CHAPTER ONE

I cannot believe this. He's done it again. Why is it that every time he goes out, he has to bring company back with him?

I frown at the sad sight of the poor girl. Her long, wavy, shoulder-length honey-brown hair looked like a ragged birds nest; her lipstick, or what was left of it, is smeared all over her cheeks (though most of it had been on her cheeks to begin with); her mascara was definitely not water-proof, and left black streaks down her face and made her look like a panda; and her outfit, which consisted of a strapless, sequin covered, blue top and a black, denim mini skirt, is covered in… actually I don't even want to speculate what that brown stain is.

*Frustrated sigh* Might as well get started. First things first, I have to wake her up and give her some aspirin. She's bound to have a hangover when she wakes up.

I tentatively kneel down next to her and gently shake her by her shoulder. "Hey. Hey, wake up. It's time to wake up." But all she does is mumble something incoherent and smack her lips.

Come on. "Hey, Miss. You need to wake up." Still she doesn't stir.

Time to go to drastic measures. I reach into my belt pouch and pull out a red and white Pokéball. "Glaceon, I need your assistance."

I stand up and click the ball open. In a red flash, appears my beloved Glaceon, which I've owed since she was an egg. Once free of her Pokéball, Glaceon shakes and stretches before looking up to me with her big blue eyes. I point to the passed out girl. "I need you to use a small Aqua Tail on her. Just a small amount of water, just enough to wake her up."

Glaceon nods and carries out my command. She turns around and points her tail towards the girl. A thin steam of water spirals around her tail and expands, till it reaches out and splashes the girl in her face. Given that Glaceon is an Ice-type, the water she produces is rather cold.

The water does the trick; the girl wakes up squealing at the disturbance to her slumber. "What the hell!"

"Sorry, but I tried waking up earlier but you wouldn't budge. So I asked Glaceon to assist. My name's May, I'm an employee of the Hammond's. It's part of my job to escort you out and get you home safely," I explain as I help her to stand, which isn't easy seeing as she's wearing particularly high heels.

"Employee?"

"Yes. I'm a housemaid." I hold on to her arm and place my other hand around her back, making sure she doesn't stumble and fall.

"Oh, so you help around… and do all the cleaning… and… stuff?" She giggles as she drawls, as we approach the front door.

"Yes. I'm also in charge of taking care of any houseguests. Thus, I'm making sure you get home safe." I let the girl lean against the wall next to the door while I reach into my apron pocket and pull out a cell phone.

"Who… are you calling?" She half slurs, half giggles.

"I'm arranging for a cab to take you home." I dial a number and I'm put in touch with the local cab service. I request that a cab be sent to the Hammond Estate to pick up one passenger in the next 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, the girl, who's still slightly sleepy and dazed, slides down the wall and slumps against the floor. There she watches Glaceon as Glaceon watches her, she mumbles a comment on how pretty Glaceon is and how shiny her fur is.

Seriously, this is getting old. How many times is he going to do this? This is the 8th bloody girl he's brought home drunk in the last fortnight.

I ask Glaceon to watch her while I head into the kitchen to grab the girl a glass of water and an aspirin. However, already waiting for me on the kitchen counter is a glass of water and a box of aspirins. Standing by the kitchen stove is the personal family Chef, Jeremy Antone.

"Good Morning Jeremy. Thanks." I nod towards the water and aspirins before walking over and picking them up.

"Not a problem, love. I had a hunch you might need em'." Jeremy is such a sweetheart, always considerate of others. I give him a bright smile of thanks as I leave the kitchen.

The girl is where I left her and Glaceon hasn't left her post. I approach, kneel down and place the glass on the floor next to me. I thank Glaceon for her good work and pat her on the head, and then recall her back into her Pokeball. Then I open the aspirin box and shake out a packet, pop a pill and pick up the glass. I offer the girl the aspirin.

"What's that?"

"Aspirin and water."

"Oh… thanks." She takes the aspirin pill and pops it into her mouth; I carefully make her drink the water.

Once she's swallowed, I pack away the aspirin box and lay the glass aside.

"What's your name?"

"My name? My names… Chloe."

"Ok Chloe, where do you live?"

"Live? I live… at 108… River Street… Why?"

"So that I can tell the cab driver where to drop you off."

"Okay." She slurs, one lat time before seemingly nodding off, just as I hear the sound of a car horn. I walk away and place the glass and box on a nearby hall table.

I return to the girl and help her up. "What's… happening?"

"The cabs here to take you home."

"Oh… brilliant."

I proper her up and with one hand (and a little difficulty) I open the door. Then I lead her down the driveway, towards the waiting cab. Halfway there, she nods off on me again and makes it harder for me to get her to the cab.

Waiting in the drivers seat is a familiar face. "Hey, Mark. How are you today?"

"Heya, May. I'm good. Not surprised to hear you called the office today." Mark tips his paperboy hat and gives me a toothy smile, as he exist the car to help me get the girl into the back seat.

We manage to lift her up and gently lay her down in the back seat. She immediately curls up into a fetal position. Mark walks around the cab and pops open the trunk, pulling out a thin gray blanket. He gently lays it over her. Mark is a dad with two young twin daughters, so he's got natural paternal instincts to ensure that his passengers get home safely, especially when he makes stops here.

"Thanks Mark. She lives at 108 River Street," I bow and smile apologetically, "Sorry for calling you out here every time."

Mark chuckles lightly and shakes his head as he closes the back door. "May, you say that every time, and like always, I'm telling you that it's fine. It's not your fault. I'm use to getting call outs here. If anyone should be apologizing, not that I need apologizing about this sort of thing, then it's that young master of yours."

*Sigh* "I know. But, what am I supposed to do about it?"

"Well, you can't keep babysitting his dates forever."

"Yeah. I know," I shrug my shoulders and shake my head, "Thanks again for coming out here."

"No problem May. See-ya. Have a good day, now." Mark tips his cap again before settling himself in the drives seat and driving away.

I watch from my second floor window as May waves the cab good-bye. My emerald green eyes watch as her shoulder-length, auburn brown hair sways from her movements as she walks back up the driveway and into the house. I bet she's annoyed as hell at having to do that. I can just imagine the look in her sapphire blue eyes. I don't mean to make her do it, but it's not like I can just leave those girls alone. I just can't seem to help my self.

Ever since her first day here, I've found myself strangely drawn to her. Her sapphire blue eyes that reminded me of the genuine article, and her auburn brown hair that looked so soft that I bet it would feel like silk if I managed to run my fingers through it. Her facial physique is average by normal standards but somehow seemed exquisitely beautiful to me.

When my parents told me that they'd hired three girls to be housemaids for me I expected a trio of fangirls, but instead I received a sassy redhead, a peppy bluenette and a klutzy brunette. None of them showed any interest in me. So, at first I intended to ignore them but soon enough I found myself flirting with May. She returned my advances with flirts of her own and I found that rather enjoyable, but then she stopped. Now every time I flirt or tease her, she brushes it off and responds like a poker-faced doll. I've tried to get her to return my advances like she use to but no luck.

I sigh and walk away from the window. I better get dressed for school, May's bound to come up here soon to walk me up.

Now that, that's out of the way, it's time to wake up his royal pain in the ass (if he isn't already awake).

I close the front door behind me and make my way towards the stairs. Halfway up them I run into Dawn and Misty. Dawn and Misty are my two bestest friends in the whole world and I'm happy to have them. I'm extremely grateful to have them as part of my life. We promised each other that we'd always be friends forever, till the end of time.

Misty has brilliant viridian green eyes and shoulder-length orange hair, tied back in a ponytail. Whereas, Dawn has Cobalt blue eyes and mid-back length royal blue hair held back by yellow barrettes.

"Good Morning May. You're up early, it's like 6 o'clock in the morning," greets Misty as she gives me her best morning smile. She's dressed in the same maids uniform that I'm wearing; except that hers is a royal blue while mine is a dark emerald green.

"Wait, let me guess. He brought another girl home again and just left her in the living room. Was she on the couch or the floor this time?" asks Dawn, her smile outshining Misty's or mine; her uniform is a deep crimson red with pink hints.

"He left her propped up against the back of the couch this time."

"Guess he couldn't make up his mind about where to put her, so he just left her halfway." Misty laughs.

"Yeah. Looks like it." I smile and wave them off. I continue my way up stairs as Dawn and Misty head for the kitchen. They've got kitchen duty this morning before school. Once I've woken him up, I can go get ready for school.

Now, don't get me wrong. I totally disapprove of his behaviour with girls, but despite that, I can help but feel some sort of attraction towards him. His emerald green eyes that shine almost like the real thing. I could stare into those pools of green for ages, but of course I could never do that cause if I did, he'd notice and tease me about it. There's now way I'm risking that kind of torment, not matter how beautiful I think his eyes are. Then there's his hair. Soft and luscious, and the same emerald green as his eyes, except a little darker. The way the sun shone on it or the way the breeze made it sway, just gave me the urge to reach out and run my fingers through it. Add that to a handsome face and athletic physique, and he's practically every girls dream, or almost every girls dream. He's one of the school's most popular and sought after guys. No matter my attraction, there's no way he'd ever take interest in me, I'd never stand a chance.

I knock twice on his door. It opens to reveal his handsome face complimented by his emerald eyes and hair. All traces of sleepiness vacant from his face the moment he see's that it's me at his door.

"Good Morning, young master Drew." I back up and bow, as I've been trained to do.

"Good Morning. What's for breakfast?" He speaks evenly and smoothly. Asking me the same usual question he does every morning. Aside from his physical attractiveness, he's got a cool personality. He rarely ever gets frustrated or aggravated. No matter the situation (or battle) he rarely loses his cool; he remains calm and collected.

"Chef Antone is preparing eggs and bacon. Is that to your liking?" I stand up straight and put on my pleasant poker face smile. Not long after the girls and I started working here, we quickly learnt that Drew is a flirt, but not a total ladies man. He knows how to charm and has the manners of a gentleman. This became apparent when he first started flirting with me. At first I was flattered and would often return his light advances with flirting of my own, but then I started to clean up his nightly messes.

Drew smirks at me, raising his hand to tip my chin. "You know what would really be to my liking?" His voice is like warm honey; he's attempting to charm me, throw me off my centre.

However, I don't react, but on the inside by heart is beating faster than normal. His smirk always does this to me, even after I stopped returning his advances. I don't know why. It just has that affect on me. But, despite that, I will not give him the satisfaction of throwing me off my balance. I've trained my self to control my urges and keep a calm demeanor about me. Gentleman or not, he still has some player in him.

"What would be to your liking?" I speak evenly, letting no hint of my true state escape.

Sensing that I will not play his game, he drops my chin and returns to his prior formal state. "Orange juice with my extra crispy bacon and I'd like my eggs sunny side up."

"I'll be sure to inform Chef Antone. Will that be all?"

He looks at me, analyzing me. "Yes, that will be all. You're dismissed for the morning."

He turns away from me and closes the door. Never once did he ask about the girl. Goes to show much he really cares. Though I'm not surprised one bit. I turn and walk away from his door.

In the kitchen, Dawn and Misty are setting up the table for Drew to have breakfast.

"Hello Jeremy, young master Drew would like his eggs sunny side up and his bacon extra crispy." I open the fridge and pull out a fresh carton of orange juice before making my way around the kitchen to collect a glass.

"I hear ya'," Chef Antone smiles at me over his shoulder before returning to the preparation of Drew's breakfast, "And what would you girls like?"

"I'll just grab some toast. As soon as I'm done, I have to take off. I've got some work to do before school starts. I'm helping out the senior girls soccer coach prepare for morning exercises," Misty replies.

"I'd like some scrambled eggs, please." Dawn chirps.

"I'll just nimble on some bacon pieces." I say as I set Drew's glass of orange juice on the table next to his plate.

"You gals need to eat some proper breakfast. It's a wonder how you girls are still able to move about with so much energy." Jeremy scolds us with a cheeky smile on his face, signaling he was joking.

"I'm surprised too. Normally May goes through three helpings of food." A shiver runs up my spine. I don't have to turn around to know who that is. Drew's up and he's in a good mood if he's already teasing me like this, this early in the morning.

"Actually, I'm not feeling so hungry. I'll just grab some toast before I leave and eat it on the way." I brush past Drew, our shoulders barely touching but still they connect a fraction.

I can hear Drew asking Dawn and Misty, what is up with me this morning. Let's just say that this routine was getting very old, and I've been working for the Hammond's for over 2 years now. Dawn, Misty and I started working for them back when we were 16. We were short on cash and needed a place to stay. Luckily, we managed to land a job with the Hammond's as housemaids for their son, with the added bonus of free room and board. Drew lives on his own; his parents were constantly working, which meant that they spent a lot of times over seas. They have their own separate place, which is a penthouse suite in the inner city.

I make my way upstairs once more and proceed down the hall to my left. My room is right in between Dawn and Misty's rooms. Each of our rooms is built and modeled the same, just styled and decorated differently to suit our own personal tastes.

My room is a rectangular shape with a window facing the side of the house; it has pastel red walls and a cream coloured carpet floor. Half of the right wall, just as you walk in, is my closet and next to it are built-in shelves, completely covered in all my favourite novels. Up against the left wall, facing my closet, in the centre is my double bed with Skitty pattern sheets and covers (this places the door to the left of the bed and the window to its right). All my furniture (compliments of the Hammond's) is made of red ash wood; there's a chest of drawers against the wall next to the window, a desk against the wall next to the door, and a bedside table to the right of my bed. Scattered around the room, are various magazines and novels, I'm an avid bookworm, which is why love working in the school library so much. Also decorating my room is a number of pokémon plushies – a Torchic doll, a Beautifly doll, a Female Frillish doll, and a Vulpix and Ninetales doll set.

I love my room. It's the one of the few places where I can truly be at peace in the whole world.

I walk over to my closet and pull out my school uniform, which consists of a pleated, tartan red skirt, a three-quarter sleeve, white blouse, a black tie, a matching red, sleeveless jumper vest with the school crest over the right breast, knee high white socks (a brand of the students choosing), and pair of school approved shoes. It's a decent and simple uniform.

I lay my uniform out on my bed, and then walk over to lock the door. Then I remove my maid uniform, leaving me in my shorts and bra. I glance at the clock on my bedside table as I get dressed in my school uniform; it reads 6:54am. School gates don't open till 7:30am, and classes don't start till 8:45am.

Once I'm fully dressed and ready to go, I double-check my school to make sure all my work and materials are there. I remember the last time I forgot to check and that resulted in me forgetting about my history paper (which contributed to 30% of my grade), and that landed me a recess detention. And a deduction of 10 points from my score since I handed it in late; luckily I got a 98% for my paper, add in my deduction and that becomes 88%, not that bad a score.

*Knock, knock*

"May. You ready? Misty already left." Dawn calls through the door.

"Yeah. Just hang on a second." I smooth out my uniform and check my self over one more time. All good, all clean and everything is in place. Good.

I pick up my bag and unlock my door to reveal Dawn in the exact same uniform, except her tie is a little looser than mine and her skirts a little short than mine.

"Ready?" Dawn asks.

"Ready." Dawn and I loop arms and make down stairs. We head for the garage door. Along with free room and board, we also get a place to park our vehicles. We have two cars between us, an old Toyota and Honda; the Toyota legally belongs to Misty and the Honda legally belongs to Dawn. As for me, my sweet baby is nestled in the corner of the garage. A Ducati Monster 696, which I spent ages saving up for. I even managed a little extra and gave it a paint job; I painted it dark red and styled it with Beautifly silhouettes.

Dawn and I head for her car; normally we'd take Misty's. I notice the Drew's car is still here, a 2012 Mitsubishi Eclipse.

"Is Drew still here?" I ask Dawn as I buckle up in the passengers seat.

"Yeah. Apparently he's getting a ride with Ash and Grouchy-face this morning."

I smile to myself at Dawn's nickname for Paul. Ash and Paul are Ashton Ketchum and Paul Richardson, Drew's closest friends.

"Grouchy-face? Really?"

"Well, he is constantly grouchy. It shows on his face all the time, thus 'Grouchy-face'." Dawn starts the engine and uses a garage door remote she open the garage door.

"What are you Dawn? 5-years-old?" I laugh as she drives out, clicking the door behind her using the remote.

"Ha-ha, very funny May. My sides are splitting," Dawn rolls her eyes but laughs with me anyway, "For your information, I'm a mature 18-year-old. Not some whiny 5-year-old."

"Yeah. A mature 18-year-old who uses nicknames like 'Grouchy-face'."

"You can't deny that he's not."

"Ok, I agree that Paul has a somewhat grouchy demeanor. But he's not always grouchy, at least… not when it comes to you."

Dawn doesn't respond; a clear sign that I've got her. Just like I have a strange something for Drew, she's got a strange something for Paul. And he's an antisocial, negative prick while Drew is an arrogant, smart-ass. As for Misty, she's possibly got something going on with Ash; Ash nothing like Drew or Paul, so it makes me wonder how the three of them ever got to be friends. Ash is goofy with a childlike positivity, he's friendly to everyone and gets along well a majority of his peers – he's Mr Nice-Guy.

"Hey May."

"Yes Dawn."

"Did you get a call last night?"

The cheery mood in the car fizzles. So I wasn't the only one to get a call late last night. "Yes. Did you and Misty?"

I glance at Dawn and she nods her head, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Did you answer it?"

"No. Did you?" Asks Dawn.

"No."

"Do you have any idea why he'd call?"

"No. You?"

"No. I mean we told him when we…"

"I know Dawn. But…"

"Look, when we get to school we'll find Misty and pay a visit to the headmaster. He's bound to know something."

"All right." Our conversation ends there. After a discussion like that, what could we say, what was there to talk about after that? Why did he have to call? We made it clear that day. We were finished. He accepted it. He let us go. So why is he calling us now?

Two years… It's been two years… Two years since…

LaRousse Preparatory (or 'LR Prep.' for short) is the most prominent educational facility in all of LaRousse City. It's a private secondary school; designed to prepare students aged 14–18 for higher education at a university level. And it happens to filled with some of LaRousse City's most posh and stuck-up pricks and princesses, who stick their noses up at or look down at LR Prep's lowly scholarship students.

Such as Dawn, Misty and I. We are three of LR Prep's brightest (and most picked on) scholarship students. As a scholarship student, we pay minimal fees but have to work around the school.

Misty is the assistant to senior girls soccer coach, a position where she has to endure hours of torture from the girls on the team; Dawn is a slave to the school's receptionist and spends hours in the head office buried under mountains of paper work; and I spend all my free time in the library, amongst the obnoxious chatter of students who use the library as a chill hang-out rather than a learning commons.

LaRousse Preparatory is a wonderful place.

Dawn parks her car, at the very back of the car park. Students rarely park this far from the entrance, so it's pretty much the only place where there'll be a vacant spot. I can see Misty's car park a few spots away from us.

"So shall we go find Misty? We've got full half hour till class starts." Dawn swings her backpack over her shoulder and locks her car.

"Yeah. She'll probably be on the sports field."

Dawn nods her head. Her usual cheery, bubbly, active attitude is gone. Is she still thinking about the call? I know I am. We better find Misty quick and get some answers.

We trudge across the car park and swing around the outer building, heading towards the school's massive sports field. The school sports field takes up one-quarter of the property with the rest being buildings and other facilities.

When we arrive, the senior girls soccer team is leaving. I watch as the couch gives Misty orders to put away the sports equipment before picking up her bag and clipboard, and walking away.

"Hey Misty." I greet our friend while she's stuffing soccer balls into a bag.

"Hey girls. What's up?"

"Misty we need to talk." I say. My voice and tone is bland. This gets Misty's full attention.

Misty looks around to ensure that we're alone. "I guess Dawn told you about the call, and I assume you got a call too?"

"Yes. We discussed that we're going to have a talk with Headmaster Stone. Dawn and I figured he'd know something."

"Will he?"

"He's bound to. You know how close those two are." Dawn replies.

"All right. Just let me finish up here and I'll meet you two later, outside his office."

We all nod in agreement.

The halls of LaRousse Prep are fairly bare this early in the morning; most students don't start arriving till 15 minutes before class starts. So the walk from the front entrance to the head office is a smooth and easy journey for Dawn and I. The last thing we need is a run in with the schools Queen Bee, Alexis Jones, and her hive.

"What if he doesn't know something?" asks Dawn.

"I guarantee you that Mr. Stone knows something. He wouldn't call us and not expect us to ignore the call. He knew we'd ignore it and that we'd go seek information from Mr. Stone." I say as we near the head office.

"Perhaps, but…"

"Trust me Dawn. He knows something."

"Who knows what now?" A pitchy voice calls from behind us. A shiver runs up my spine as Dawn and I reluctantly turn to face our guests.

Alexis Jones, 18-years-old, with cornflower blue eyes, framed by mascara heavy lashes and shoulder-length, wavy brown hair tied back in a high ponytail. She's wearing the girls school uniform expect her skirt extra short and her school shoes have a high heel to them. Surrounding her is her hive. Made up of her right hand girl, Paige Rossi, and three others – Sofia Cook, Penelope Mantege and Carol Grey.

"Hello Alexis. Its nothing, we're just mumbling amongst ourselves." I put on my most polite smile. I really don't want to deal with Alexis and her hive right now.

"Yeah, ok, whatever. Anyway, May. What's the report?"

Oh yeah… Alexis's daily 'Drew Report'. Every day I have to give her a report on Drew.

"Young master Drew ate extra crispy bacon with sunny-side up eggs for breakfast, and he was wearing his uniform when I went to wake him up this morning, so I have no idea what pajamas he wore."

Alexis leers at me before her routine smile and polite happy face return. "Good, thank-you for that. Keep me posted with anything new."

Dawn and I bow slightly as Alexis and her hive pass by. Stuck up, little piece of Barbie doll, wannbie…

"Ugh. I can't believe you have to do that every day." Dawn says as we stand up straight.

"I know. But least by doing this, it spares us some teasing and torture." I say as we continue on our way to the head office.

Dawn asks Ms. Davis, the school receptionist, if the Headmaster is available this morning and if we could speak to him. Ms. Davis is nice enough but strict on rules and protocol. She tells dawn that he's is available but we have to wait 10 minutes before we can actually see him. We each take a seat in the offices red cushioned chairs.

Just as we sit down, in walks Misty. "Hey guys."

"Hey Misty. We have to wait a few before we can actually see him." Dawn explains and draws up a chair for Misty.

"Great."

Dawn engages Misty in conversation while I pull out my mobile phone from my skirt pocket. I flip it open and open my call history. At the very top of the list is his number, its listed as Unknown Caller but I'd recognize that number anywhere. It's permanently imprinted in my memory.

Two years…it's been two years since we left, the three of us. We left because we wanted to live normal lives. We each agreed that we'd never look back… that we'd walk away from it all… and we told him that, and he agreed… he accepted our decision. He let us leave; he even helped us get settled before vowing to walk out of our lives for good… So why is he calling us now? After two years? And he didn't just call me; he called Dawn and Misty too. That's not a coincidence. There's a reason he tried contacting all three of us.

Ms. Davis voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Girls, you may go in now."

Dawn, Misty and I each stand up and nod our thanks before proceeding to enter his office.

Seated at his desk is Headmaster Brock Stone. Dressed in a plain grey suit and hunched over his desk reading some papers. He looks up from said papers when he hears us walk in. He smiles when he sees us.

"Miss Maple. Miss Hikari. Miss Waterflower. Good morning. What brings you to my office?" Mr. Stone stands up and reaches out to shake our hands, but we don't extend our hands.

He frowns and retracts his arm.

"Brock we need to talk to you." I say in my steadiest tone possible. A frown forms on Brocks face. He knows I only ever address him by his first name when it's something serious.

He sits back down and leans his arms on his desk, grasping his fingers together. "What do wish to talk about Miss Maple?"

Dawn, Misty and I look at one another before we turn our full attention to Brock. I hold out my mobile phone, showing Brock my call history. "Why is he calling us?"

He glances at my phone for a brief moment, before sighing and leaning back in his chair. "What makes you think I know anything?"

"Don't play dumb with us Brock. You know something." Dawn's happy face and personality has long since flown out the window.

Brock engages us in a staring match. But soon he admits defeat and opens his desk drawer and pulls out a small white envelope. "Here. He asked me to give this to you. He figured you come to me for answers."

Misty reaches out and politely takes the envelope from him. The envelope is blank, no name or address. But there's clearly something inside. I pocket my mobile phone.

"Open it." I order.

Misty carefully runs her finger under the flap and pries the envelope open. She pulls out folded piece of white paper and three tickets. She hands the tickets to me while she unfolds the letter.

Misty reads it aloud. "Dear M, M & D. I know I promised you that I'd leave your lives for good, but something has come up. A development, and I need to speak to you. All three of you. Enclosed with this letter are three tickets, they're a reservations to The Elegant Rose at 7:15pm. I hope to see the three of there. Sincerely, A."

And it's true. In my hands are three reservation tickets to The Elegant Rose at 7:15 pm tonight. The Elegant Rose is a posh and expensive restaurant on the other side of LaRousse City. You have to book reservation tickets weeks in advance in order to eat there; that is, unless you are a member of the higher society crowd. And he was part of that crowd; in fact he's way up there, near the very top.

"Is this all he gave you?" I tear my gaze from the tickets and look Brock dead in the eyes.

"That's all he gave me. He told me to expect you in here and that I should give that you when you asked about his call."

"So he knew we'd come to you?" asked Dawn.

"Yes. He did."

"Did you ask why?" asks Misty.

"Yes. He said that he wants you back. The Butterfly Court wants you to come out of retirement."

I watch the clock in my History class; it's 3:18pm. Come on. Seven minutes to go before I'm out of here.

Ever since this morning, since the girls and I left Brocks office, I've been plagued with thoughts of The Court. Why are they calling us back? Especially after we made it painfully and plainfully clear that we didn't want to ever comeback. Misty and Dawn had agreed that I should be the one to hold on to the tickets. I said it wasn't a good idea, but they insisted. They're in my skirt pocket right now. Right now all I want to do is take them out and tear them into confetti-sized pieces. But I know better. There's a reason why he's calling us back and against my better judgment I have to know why.

The end of school bell rings and I'm out of there. I pack up my belongings and speed walk as fast as I'm capable. I'm supposed to meet Dawn by her car; Misty said she'd take hers and go on ahead to get things ready.

I make it halfway across the car park when I bump into Drew and his friends.

"In a hurry May?" Drew shoots me a teasing smile as he steadies me by hold my shoulders.

"Sorry. But yes, I am in a hurry." I step back and bow my head slightly.

"Where you going?" asks Drew. Paul stands next to him, his hands in his pockets, looking bored. Next to him is Ash, who's smiling at me. I smile back.

"Dawn, Misty and I have plans to go out later night. We want to get home early and get ready. If that's alright with you." I bow once more and look at Drew.

Drew eyes me for a second. He's not smirking or smiling. What is he thinking? "Where are you going?"

"A friend of Dawn's is visiting and they're only in the city for a while. So the girls and I figured it be nice to have dinner with them before they leave." The mention of Dawn has Paul looking at me. He was bored earlier, but now he's mildly intrigued, or as intrigued as Paul can be.

"Really? Where are you having dinner?" asks Drew.

"A small restaurant on the other side of the city. Persian Noodles."

"I love Persian Noodles. Do you mind if we come along?" asks Ash.

"That would be great Ash, but it's sort of a private friend thing. You understand right?"

Ash looks a little put out but quickly recovers. "Sure. I understand May."

"So is it alright if we clock out from work early so we can go?" I ask Drew.

He leers at me for a second, but quickly regains his usual calm and cool expression. "Sure."

"Thank-you." I bow once more before edging my way around the three of them and speed walking towards Dawn's car; where she's already waiting for me.

When I climb into her car she's shooting me a questioning stare. "What was that about?" She nudges her head towards the guys.

"Nothing. I ran into them accidentally. They were just asking why I was in such a hurry." I say as I buckle my seatbelt and motion for her to start the car.

"What did you tell them?" Dawns ask as she starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.

"That we're going out to meet a friend of yours and have dinner with them over at Persian Noodles."

"Why'd you say he was my friend?"

"I had to come up with something quick. That's the first thing to pop into my head."

Dawn sighs but lets it go. Leaving the remainder of the ride home to be encased in silence.

Dawn pulls into the garage and turns off the engine.

"So before we go, we have to set up for Drew's dinner, take a shower, get ready and go," I say.

"Right," agrees Dawn.

We exit the garage into the house. We rush up into out rooms. I enter my room and strip myself of my uniform, and put on my maid's uniform. I meet Dawn in the hall and together we head for the kitchen.

Misty is talking to Jeremy Antone. "What's Drew having for dinner?" I ask.

"I'm preparing a smoked salmon and char grilled vegetable panzanella dish, for the young master." Replies Jeremy, shooting us a grin from over his shoulder.

"Sounds delish." I smile as I start to take out serving plates, utensils and glasses. Dawn walks away into the dining room to get it set up, while Misty assists Jeremy by preparing the vegetables.

"Hey Jeremy, did Misty tell you? We're going out tonight to have dinner with a friend." I ask.

"Indeed she did, which wounds me a little inside," Jeremy mocks as he places a hand over his heart, "You're taking out a friend rather than asking me to assist by preparing a home cooked meal."

I smile at his little joke. "Sorry Jeremy, but they're treating us and it would be rude to refuse."

"I know, I know, but…"

"How's this… next time we have a friend come visit, we'll convince them to let you cook for us. Sound good?"

"Sounds magnificent."

"Are we forgiven?" asks Dawn as she walks back in to collect the plates and utensils from me.

"But of course my sweet little doves."

We all smile and laugh together. Jeremy always called us his little doves; it was his own sweet title of endearment. It's just another part of his big, bright, considerate, sweet personality.

After setting up Drew's dinner, the girls and I rushed up stairs to shower and get ready. Considering we were going to The Elegant Rose we had to dress semi-formally. So from my closet I pulled out a knee length red dress with bubble cap sleeves and a black belt sewn in below the bust. To go with it, I picked out a pair of simple black, low heeled stilettos. I straightened out my hair and put in a plastic crystal clip to hold back my hair. I also grabbed my long grey coat to cover it up; something like this would look a little out of place at Persian Noodles. And if we're going to convince Drew that, that's where we're going then we better cover up.

I met the girls in the hall and together we snuck past the dining hall and into the garage. We agreed to take Misty's car, since was newer looking than Dawn's.

"Are we sure we're all ready?" I ask the girls as we climb in.

Dawn is wearing a slim fitting, strapless royal blue dress (to match her hair) with the skirt ending a few inches above her knees, paired with short black heels. Her hair is straightened out and she replaced her usual yellow barrettes with plastic crystal ones.

Misty is wearing a cerulean blue, knee-length dress with three-quarter sleeves and sweetheart neckline, paired with black ballet flats. Her normally tied up hair is now loose and flowing over her shoulders in soft orange waves.

Misty and Dawn nod their head in agreement. Misty started the car and Dawn used her remote to open the garage door. We are on our way.

The moment we step through the front doors of The Elegant Rose we flashed our tickets and led to a five-seat table near the back. The tables around it are bare, which is fitting considering who we're going to meet. Already seated was a young man in his late twenties with short green hair, neatly styled. He's wearing a flattering black suit with an emerald green tie, and he's reading the menu – waiting for us.

The waiter pulls out our chairs and professionally seats us and presents us with the menu, saying that he'd be back to take our order. We thank him as he walks away. The moment he's out of earshot, we put our menus down, as does our host.

He smiles faintly at us, his dark green eyes twinkling. "Hello Girls. I'm glad you accepted my invitation."

The girls and I glance at each other before turning our full attention to him.

"Hello Aaron."

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. This story is something that has been flying around in my head for a while and I'm finally committing it into written words.

PS. Aaron is Aaron of the Sinnoh Elite Four, but he's retired. (Not a spoiler, just a heads-up note)

I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can.

:)

- LadySilentEagle