Since it's early in the story, I've decided to restart it. I realized I wasn't happy with how the other was turning out, and there were a few things I wrote when I was tired that aren't exactly, well, me. Lynne and Aiden will retain their personalities and pasts, for the most part anyway, but the plot will be different.Quick notes: None of the names were copied from other stories. I have my own reasons and sources.I'm assuming whatever those are on the sides of a Gardie's head are ears.

FROM WHERE WE FELL

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

"Why isn't there a bike shop around here? Or scooters? I'd take a damn go-kart over walking all over the place." Aiden muttered, getting a little aggravated that the only city that sold bikes was Mauville City, and he'd passed that a few days ago. And of course, this was before he'd earned a little extra money- almost enough to buy a bike. Just a battle or two and it'd be enough. Nearly tripping on a large crack in the sidewalk, he caught himself and kept going, trying to not say a few choice words. Today wasn't exactly his day. He'd almost missed a turn to the plaza he was currently in, Plumeria City. Then he almost lost his backpack at a Poke Center, and it would have been gone for good if not for the elderly man who noticed and took it to the front desk. It was still there when he returned, upon realizing it wasn't on his back. He'd gotten a headache there, from the noise and smog of the larger city. And now his feet were starting to get a little sore from all the walking. Deciding to rest, Aiden sat on a bench and unstrapped his backpack to sit more comfortably on the seat, setting the bag beside him- and not taking an eye off it. Even though he was in a somewhat cramped city (definitely smaller than the earlier metropolis), cars in front of him were honking and accelerating, and there were the sounds of general city-style anarchy, he fell asleep.

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"Hmmnn…"

"You 'wake?"

"Ummmmyeah what time is it?"

"I don't know."

"Wait, who are you?" the trainer exclaimed, realizing he was talking to someone he didn't even know. He bolted up from his spot and looked around. The sun was setting, and the commotion had calmed down considerably. He'd been sleeping for a good few hours by now. Turning around to face the young woman who surprised him, his face again changed into a look of shock when he realized it was in fact not a young lady at all, but a Gardevoir, looking confused as he was and even a little scared.

"And how are you talking to me?" he demanded, wanting answers and preferably, as soon as possible. Pokémon couldn't speak English, or at least he thought so. The only one he knew of was the one in Team Rocket, but they didn't even have a base of operations in Hoenn, yet.

"S-Sorry," she stammered, I... I just learn some English. I don't know all of it. I'll get better if I'm around people." They were both silent for a minute, and it started to get awkward. She shrugged, and looked away. "Um, I forgot why I was talking to you." They looked at each other again, and her eyes widened.

"What?" They were strangers, so he had no idea what the unknown Gardevoir was doing, but she jumped up and hid behind him, or tried to, anyway.

"What's wrong?" Then he got the feeling it was a nearby person, and somehow, he knew who it was. Assuming it was her Psychic power, he looked in the direction of this person and realized why she might have been scared- now and when she met him. The man seemed like he was perfectly fine, but even without the girl's help he could tell something was definitely wrong under the surface. Not as in depression, or worry, but anger. His mannerisms, the way he walked, the expression on his face- too calm. Why? That was as as hard to figure out as the Pokémon behind his back. She pulled him back into an alley, or more like the shady spot between two buildings.

"Who even are you? And who was that?"

"I don't have a… name. And that was Master, but he's not good."

"Oh…" Now it was Aiden's turn to realize something. "You're running from him because he doesn't treat you well, right?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, and he sighed. He didn't want to press for details, being that he just met her, but there was really only one thing you could do to make a Pokémon want to run from you, two if it was feminine like Gardevoir.

"Gardevoir… or… if you want a name, I don't know. But, would you rather come with me? I only have a Torchic. So you could come with me as you are right now." She leaned against the wall to consider her options, and it took her a few minutes.

"I… can go with you. And, yes, a name!" She smiled at him.

"Umm, name, name, name. Name. Let's see." There wasn't much in the way of names around here. He didn't want to use a family member or something, and he didn't know too many people. The storefronts were all industrialized names, and it's not like the houses would have one posted on it in flashing lights. But across town, was someplace that had caught his eye. What was it now? Something about science. He'd taken a picture to remember to check it out if he ever came by here again, and remembering this, took out his Pokedex. The massive building had a sign posted outside that read:

LYNNE MORGAN SCIENCE CENTER

"How do you like… Lynne?" the trainer asked, wondering if it would fit her. She checked herself up and down, seemingly thinking the same thing, and nodded.

"It's a pretty name. Yes!"

"Okay, um, are you comfortable with being in a Poke Ball?" She thought for a couple more seconds, remembering what they were like and when she was put in one.

"They're okay." She seemed to be getting better at English already, and he wondered how. Was she reading his mind? Picking up on other's subconscious? Or did she already know it, but just couldn't get the words out right because she was just learning to speak it? That must have been it. Once he started thinking about her, he didn't really stop there. It was quiet for a second, so he looked a little more at her, seeing what she looked like. Anything interesting, rare, unique from other Gardevoir? Her hair was curled around her ears, like others, in the same fern green. But something was missing- her top. She wasn't shirtless, but the green vest-like thing above her dress was gone. He'd always suspected that one could take it off, but never actually seen a Garde without one. Instead of the vest, she was wearing a light-ish red shirt and blue jeans. Not the best color combination, but hey, she had just run away from home. And wait. Blue jeans? Her dress must be gone as well, Aiden realized, but there's no way to take that off! Did she evolve incompletely? Then the teen realized he had zoned out, causing him to blink a few times and widened his eyes at his line of sight- just under her chest. But she wasn't blushing or getting angry, which meant she knew he wasn't looking any higher. Fortunately.

"S-Sorry," he stuttered, looking back up at her face. "I zoned out." She tilted her head, obviously not getting what he was saying. "A-anyway, uh, let's go check you out."

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"It seems to me that her skill level is extremely low for her maturity. The only thing she knows is Growl, which I'm sure you know, is a Ralts skill." Nurse Joy continued. "But are those scars? What have you been doing to her, young man?" Aiden was equally surprised as she was, but Lynne only looked down. Shame, maybe, or embarrassment that two other people found out already.

"I didn't do anything, honest, I just met her. But Lynne, what were you saying about your master?" Hiding things was not one of her strong suits. Trying to look away wasn't going to work, and neither was just staying quiet. There was one bonus to the situation- her English was improving rapidly because of the emotions in the moment.

"M-My master," she attempted to start, still looking down. "Sometimes he would get really angry at me. N-not very often, but, um, he sometimes hit me with things when he was really angry. A-and.. Sometimes, he would come home with, this like, poison kind of thing in a brown bottle, and he would drink it." Nurse Joy and Aiden looked at each other. Lynne's master was a drinker who abused her.

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