This story is based on the "Everlasting Memories" series of Pokestar Studios movies of Pokemon Black/White 2. This story will cover the plot of all four movies, but can be read without having seen them previously. And yes, there will be relationships of a questionable nature in later chapters... you might be able to guess who is involved.

This is a story that starts with a certain scientist…

Even at an early age, he bore a gifted mind; he worked at a laboratory that sought to improve the lives of people and Pokemon. However, he felt something missing…

The young inventor woke up; pushing his face from the metallic surface it was pressed against.

Turning his head to examine the wall clock, he realized he had been asleep for almost two hours. That was two whole hours wasted, he realized. That precious time could have been used to study and gather more research, something that would be productive and worthwhile. Instead, he had squandered it all on a needless snooze. On the upside, the momentary rest did leave him more refreshed and better able to focus on the books and papers that occupied his desk space. And that dream...

He could recall vestiges of what he was dreaming, abstract images that were beginning to seek form. They were vibrant shapes, surrounding him, invoking what felt like a sense of security. Were they the assistants that worked in the lab alongside him? Or were they the lab-owned Pokemon that he often used to assist in experiments? No, he realized, they seemed far less familiar, but much more friendly. To him, it was almost as if he was dreaming of an entirely different life, a life he had never known in the waking world. But why would-

"Professor!" A harsh interjection broke his trance.

The young scientist swiveled about the chair, meeting his young, spectacled eyes with ones that were also filtered behind a pair of glasses, but far more aged. The older man fixed a stern gaze upon the boy, who felt intimidated, but he knew not to provide any visual indication.

"Manuelo," he responded as flatly as he was able, "I don't remember requesting your presence."

The older man held his temper by the reins. He did not appreciate his colleague's impertinence in the least, but he supposed that was to be expected when young, juvenile children were involved. As much as he detested unchecked disrespect, he managed to tolerate the boy for the time being.

"Professor Nate, you should not be sleeping while there is work to be done. Don't deny that you were; you had best remember that surveillance cameras are in every room." Manuelo raised his arm to point at a corner of the ceiling, where a small camera was furtively tucked to afford the entire room in its scope. Nate remained silent, as there was no reason to bother arguing further.

Manuelo turned slightly away from the boy, and the fluorescent lamp shone completely on his lenses, hiding his eyes behind small bright rectangles of light. "As you should be aware," he continued, "the financial situation of our lab is worsening. If we do not come up with effective ideas, we receive no profits. And with no money, we have no lab. And with no lab…" There was no need to finish the sentence, yet Nate didn't want to think about the implications. The only home he had ever known was within the walls of this laboratory, where all the supplies he needed were readily available. He couldn't fathom a life of any other kind.

The older assistant turned towards the door, not even facing Nate as he gave his warning, "I expect to hear at least one idea from you by our next meeting. Remember, your life in this lab as you know it depends on your work. And with that he walked off to give Nate time to consider his words, slamming the door behind him to cause a few stray papers on the desk to scatter about. Nate still didn't bother to pick them up, as thoughts and ideas were stirred about in his mind.

He shook his head, hoping to dispel the vitriolic feelings he was currently holding towards Manuelo; while both he and Nate were of respectable intelligence, rarely did the elder and he younger see eye to eye, partly in due to Nate's immaturity, as well as Manuelo's obstinacy and short temper. Their imperfect rapport had often threatened to jeopardize the success of some of their earlier endeavors, had Simone not intervened to hold the pieces together. If there was one thing the two could agree on, it was that Simone was an invaluable asset in their attempts at invention. An astute mind combined with a compassionate heart was what made her appealing to Manuelo and Nate.

Nate smiled to himself. He often thought of his two closest assistants as surrogate parents, Manuelo as the strict but well-meaning father, and Simone as the doting, nurturing mother. Nate could not really remember who his true parents were, why they had left him in the lab's care, or whether they were even alive. But as long as he had caretakers to act the role, it did not matter too much.

On the other hand, parents, blood-related or otherwise, could not completely fill the young boy's need for companionship. As far as he knew, there were no other inventors of his age that studied in the laboratory, and the assistants had no children of their own. It was only natural of a boy his age to desire a more relatable form of company, like a friend, or something more…
He had often seen other children playing about together with their Pokemon, when it was necessary to go outdoors for certain field experiments. The happiness, the laughter, it was blissful to his ears.

But as long as he continued to be a part of the laboratory, he knew he was bound to a lonely, isolated fate. There were no friends for him to find in this world of science and technology. Unless…

Nate remembered the dream he had. An idea gleamed in his mind and began to take form.

I was faced with two predicaments. First, I had always been lonely for most of my life, without the company of friends, and second, I needed to think of invention ideas that would save this lab from debt.

I knew now, a solution that would remedy these problems at the same time…