Author's Note: Welcome to All the Lonely People! I am currently rewriting the story so if the updates seem slow then you know why. I'm taking it one chapter at a time so yeah. Story wise only a few things change but the characters' personalities will have the biggest change especially Lysandre.

This will be the first and last time I am rewriting the story so please be patient with me.

Warning: Expect some swearing. Smut will come in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to anything.

Allons-y!


Prologue

Hordes of people screamed and shouted as they ran away from the Pokemon Research Lab. The facility burned brightly in the distance. Dark smoke wafted in the air as nearby trainers and their Pokemon helped extinguish the flames.

Serena ran as fast as she could toward the lab, weaving through the crowd watching from a distance. As she came nearer, she could feel her eyes water and the smell of smoke invaded her nose but it didn't deter her. There was no time to stop; the professor was trapped in there. The young trainer ran through the doorway just as it collapsed behind her. She grabbed her beloved Frogadier's pokeball and released him, thanking her stars that she choose a water-type Pokemon.

"Frogadier, use water gun on the flames! Quickly, we don't have much time," Serena ordered through her watery eyes. She coughed harder this time from all the smoke in the room.

Her loyal Pokemon nodded and sprayed a high-pressure of water on the flames. The flames soon began to weaken just enough for Serena to have access to the stairs leading to the professor's office.

"That's enough now, Frogadier. You'll overexert yourself," Serena said.

Frogadier complied and returned to its pokeball but not before giving Serena a light tap on her leg, his way of telling her to be careful.

She held his ball close to her heart and whispered a "thank you" then grabbed Wartortle's pokeball from her pocket to release him. She let a smile flash on her face however the circumstances that she had two incredibly strong water-type Pokemon then ran up the stairs where the professor stayed trap. Although the fire had lessened inside, the smoke had become overwhelming so as Serena ran up the stairs, she was heaving and huffing by the time she reached Sycamore's office. Her eyes were stinging and tears were running down her face but her resolve was strong so she wiped them with the back of her hand.

Finally, she found the professor on the floor surrounded by small flames. Serena ran to his unconscious body and felt his neck for a pulse.

"He's alive. . ." She said breathlessly.

Wartortle grabbed her attention to the flames that still surrounded them. Serena understood what it was trying to say and nodded. She tended to the professor whilst her ever loyal Pokemon extinguished the flames around them. The fire finally became subdued to nothing but steam. She could hear footsteps coming closer and closer then voices filled the once empty room.

"You! Why did you run inside? You could have died!" A trainer said. She was one of the trainers outside that helped put out the flames.

She gestured toward the limp body of the professor. "He was trapped. I had to get him."

It was only then that the trainers noticed the professor lying unconscious on the floor. They all gasped.

"Take him to the hospital quick!" A male trainer said.

The trainers gathered around the professor and lifted him up. They descended down the stairs slowly, careful not to hurt the professor in some way.

Serena followed them closely and did so until they reached the hospital. Once they were inside the emergency room, the trainers laid the professor on the bed where the nurses tended to him.

"We need a doctor over here!" One of them said.

Another nurse approached the group. He asked the group who was related to the patient and when no-one replied, he asked who had direct connections with him.

Serena raised her hand. Wartortle followed. "I do. I'm his apprentice," she said.

"Well why didn't you say so in the first place?" He asked her with a smile. "I'm sorry but everyone else must leave."

The group of trainers nodded in understanding and filed out of the emergency room in silence.

"Can I see the professor?" Serena asked.

"Not right now the doctors are still working on him. Why don't you sit in the waiting room for now and we'll call you when he's recovered," He replied.

The nurse led her to the waiting area outside, her Wartortle following closely behind. She patted him on the head and returned him to his Pokeball. She headed out towards the Pokemon Centre to restock on supplies and heal her Pokemon before heading towards Lysandre Café. She was angry as she was determined. She could not believe it although she did have her suspicions. Lysandre, the professor's friend and one of Kalos' innovators is Team Flare's leader and the person responsible for the attack on the Research Lab. As well as the person responsible for the professor's current condition.

She entered the café only to be met by two Team Flare members guarding the secret door. She remembered the last time she was there. Everyone was gone and she had found out that they had moved their base of operations elsewhere from the files in the computers. But there was a well-hidden door deep within the lab. She heard buzzing inside and rumbling from the machines. Whatever it was in there must have been too tedious to have been brought to the new base and too valuable to have been kept in a door made to look like a wall. She figured they would come back for it and today might be the day they have.

"Move." She grumbled at the two.

"You must be lost, little lady. This café is abandoned." One of them said.

Serena shook her head defiantly, "Look we both know how this is going to end so why not just leave with your dignity intact."

"Really now?" The other challenged. "Big talk from a small girl."

Serena said nothing. Instead she just grabbed Frogadier's and Wartorle's Pokeballs.

The pair laughed at her.

She held her head high and called her Pokemon out.

They finally realised she wasn't fooling around.


"Come on, Shauna!" Calem said.

They received a message from Serena telling them where she is and that Lysandre had been the cause of the chaos at Lumiose City. Calem immediately flew over to the city with Shauna in a panic.

What if she had gotten herself hurt?

He knew full-well that Serena's temper wasn't the best and when she's mad. . . she doesn't really come up with the most logical of thinking.

Calem and Shauna ran around the maze-like layout of Lysandre Labs. The members that had been here before them were tending to their hurt Pokemon and evidence of Serena's presence was becoming more and more apparent.

"Calem, do you hear that?" Shauna asked.

"Hear what?"

"I can hear Serena's voice nearby." Shauna replied.

The two stopped running and Calem listened attentively.

"It sounds like it came from here but. . ." Shauna placed her hand on the wall and searched for something Calem didn't know.

"Aha! I got it!" She exclaimed as she pushed on what looked like a button upon closer inspection.

The "wall" slid open and revealed a panting Serena battling against Team Flare's leader.

"Serena!" Calem called out.

Serena only nodded in acknowledgement not wanting to take her eyes off of the infuriating red head.

"I knew they'd find the button." She mumbled under her breath.

Lysandre did not care for the presence of her two companions. He smirked, his Gyarados was still in a healthy condition whilst her Wartortle, her last standing Pokemon, was close to fainting.

"It seems your anger has clouded your already blurred vision." He remarked.

Calem saw Serena grit her teeth. The action made Lysandre chuckle.

"Just give up already. You won't win. Your Pokemon are hurt give them a rest." Lysandre continued.

"No! I won't give up until you've paid for what you did!" Serena shot back. "Wartortle, Skull Bash!"

Lysandre sighed. "Dodge it, Gyarados."

Gyarados nodded and moved upwards causing Wartortle to miss and hit the steel wall with its head.

"Wartortle!" Serena cried.

Calem and Shauna rushed over to her.

"Serena, I can't believe I'm saying this but he's right. You have to stop. Your Pokemon are incredibly hurt." Shauna said.

"You should listen to your friend. Your Pokemon are paying the price for your anger." Lysander remarked.

Calem held her steady, "Stop this now, Serena. For the sake of your Pokemon."

Serena shook them away and ran to her wounded Wartortle. It was groaning in pain.

"I-I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry," she said through her small sobs.

The young trainer called her Wartortle back in its Pokeball before wiping the unwanted tears from her eyes.

"You may have won today, Lysandre but I will not stop until you are dealt with." Serena growled.

Lysandre shuddered, "Oh how frightening indeed. You are very dramatic you know. Well I'd love to stay for tea and biscuits but I'm afraid I am needed elsewhere now. Farewell, Serena." He said her name a bit seductively. He called his Gyarados back and walked out of the room.

"I failed," Serena said after a while. "I was weak. Physically and mentally. And so my Pokemon are hurt because of my carelessness."

Calem and Shauna looked at each other not knowing what to say.

Serena did not look at either of them. She suddenly felt heavy, like there was something weighing her down. She didn't know what it was but she shrugged it off as being tired not knowing that it would consume her for a long long time.


And there we go! Reviews are always appreciated. Please tell me how I could improve upon the story. I hope you all like the new All The Lonely People.