So, i was wondering what to write next~ Then i thought of Caitlin, her uncontrollable powers, mysteries surrounding her, blah blah blah. And so this story was born~

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon~ I would not have forgotten Nando for a year~

The small blonde girl sat silently on the pristine white couch, leaning to one side and staring blankly at the television, observing the cartoon that was being shown with a detached air. The six year old hardly registered the antics of the capering Pokémon. Despite the show being for young girls like her, she did not regard it as worthy of her attention. This was a young girl whose excitement lay in watching battles and contests, not other little girls dancing with their pink Pokémon and equally pink, frilly dresses. And right now, she was waiting for what was, in her opinion, to be the greatest battle in the history of battles.

First, however, she had her own battle to win. She had to put up with the cartoon for the entire of its duration.

Her expressionless face slipped as she winced when a Jigglypuff wearing a straw hat hit a particularly piercing note. Her mother had said it would be 'good for her to watch something more for girls her age' and assured the child that she was sure she would like it. After all, she had said, all the young girls she knew loved it. Ironically, despite acting and talking like someone three times her age, her daughter new even less young girls than her mother. But perhaps that had something to do with it.

Caitlin pushed out her bottom lip pensively. Was this really what girls her age enjoyed watching? Having lived a pampered life for all her six years, she had little to do with other children and most contact with humanity (excluding family) came from watching Battle Castle challengers. Her father was the Battle Castle frontier brain and, while perhaps not as strong as Palmer, her was still strong enough to be worthy of the title.

Every Friday, her (somewhat over-protective) mother allowed her to watch the challenger who flocked in great numbers to in the hope of someday defeating her father. She would stand beside him next to his throne and observe the trainers, taking in their different styles and techniques. Sometimes a trainer would catch her eye and she would discreetly support them in their battles. These were usually the trainers she saw as being elegant, battling with grace and class. In only four years, she would be ready for her own Pokémon and she aspired to be just like those trainers. She was less admiring however, of the ones who battled using only brute strength. They had no style.

On some Fridays, her father would allow Caitlin to call out the order for CP to be given, to which she obliged. She felt somewhat awkward doing so though. Darach, the young Castle Valet, was one of the few people she felt close to, mainly due to the fact her parents left much of her care in his hands, despite him having his duties in the Castle to attend to also.

He would take her out whenever he could, and taught her all he knew about Pokémon. It wasn't only battles and training- he told her about how to best care for Pokémon and to treat trainers with respect, the importance of sportsmanship and fair play. He usually took her to the Resort Area where she spent some time swimming and relaxing, but once, at her request, he took her to mainland Sinnoh. When they set foot in Snowpoint she saw snow for the first time- the Fight Area was hot and humid, and it never dropped below 20°C. It reflected the heated passion of the competitors she supposed.

It was the first time she had set foot in mainland Sinnoh too, and it was defiantly the first time she had spent a night in a Pokémon Centre, or spent the night anywhere apart from home in fact. It was a pleasant experience, but the beds were nowhere near as comfortable as the ones back home.

They had wandered through much of Sinnoh. It was an unusual feeling for Caitlin, walking with other ordinary people who were dressed casually in jeans, t-shirts and such. She felt slightly self-conscious to say the least, fully aware that her pink dress and Darach's suit were getting several odd stares. One boy who seemed to be around ten even came up to her to comment.

"Hi there! You're not wearing shorts! What's wrong with you? I like shorts! They're comfy and easy to wear!"

Then, on her sixth birthday, a month ago, he had given her an egg.

"Perhaps it will hatch into your future Pokémon partner," he had said, smiling "One you will have by your side through many challenges and share many memories with when you are older."

She took the in her small, cold hands and studied it. It was a pale green, laced with delicate pink lines that crisscrossed across the shell. Looking up at the Valet, she smiled slightly and bowed.

"Thank you."

She yawned and snapped out of her reverie as she heard the jingle of the show's ending theme. Scanning the room, she spotted the remote lying on a far off windowsill. Frowning, she tapped her chin with her index finger thoughtfully. She had done it once before, but could she do it again?

Staring at it hard, she gradually began to feel a warm, buzzing feeling in the back of her mind as some long dormant power slowly awakened. It was punctuated every moment by small, stabbing sensation in her head too, but the child disregarded it impatiently. Raising her arm, she stretched out her fingers and smiled as the remote slowly drifted towards her. It was a rough journey, and it hit several chairs, couches and walls on its way, but it made its way to her outstretched fingertips and she grasped it. Her smile was wide and for a moment she looked like any ordinary, happy child, albeit one with supernatural, psychic powers.

She flicked rapidly through channels as she heard the sound of rapidly approaching, thudding, footsteps. The door burst open and a small blonde boy tumbled in. He was wearing a striped white and orange t-shirt and grey trousers, with tousled blonde hair- a stark contrast to her own. Picking himself up, he struck a pose and grinned at Caitlin.

"Ta daaaaaaah! Iiiiiiiiiiit's Baaaaaaaaaaary! I thank you!" he bowed deeply and tripped, finding himself on the carpet once again. Caitlin spared him a single glance before resuming her frantic channel flicking. Barry scowled.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" he asked, miffed.

"You're late. I should fine you, but we have enough money, luckily for you."

"Oiiiiii, hang on! That's my line! You can't-"She cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Shh. It's starting!"

They both turned their gazes to the screen as a deep male voice boomed out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the exhibition match between Cynthia, Sinnoh League Champion and Sabrina, Saffron City Gym Leader is about to get under way!

Not so happy with the ending. And i must deal with Barry's character soon~

W.C.W :)