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A/N: Sorry taking so long, life's been hectic for me. Before I start I would like to say thank you to JCraft596 and PokeSpeBannette for their reviews (especially you, JCraft, that one still cracks me up XD). You guys inspired me to keep writing, and this is the result. I will try to have Chapters 3 and 4 up as soon as possible, part of the reason this took so long was because I was working on them alongside this one, so they are almost complete! :) Anyways, enough of me rambling, enjoy!

Surgery Observation room, six thousand feet below the peak of Mount Silver

Green stood facing the glass, watching in a daze as half a dozen surgeons operated on Blue. Tears streamed openly down her face as they pulled fragment after fragment of fabric, metal, and plastic from his chest. She hadn't moved since she had arrived in the room, twelve hours ago. Red and Yellow were also in the room. Red sat in the corner, his legs crossed beneath him and his eyes boring a hole into the steel floor. Yellow sat next to him, still dressed in her combat gear that she had worn during the mission (minus the camouflage netting). Her huge sniper rifle was propped up against the wall to her right, still bearing the dirt and grass it had accumulated. She hadn't yet gotten around to her usual routine of cleaning it after every mission. Chuchu, her Pikachu, sat with Red's Pikachu between the two former trainers, resting up against Red's Pikachu and slumbering. Red's Pikachu was not sleeping, but rather staring intently at the glass, seemingly intrigued by the material being pulled from Blue's chest.

The two Pikachu were just about the rarest Pokémon on the planet. Only about twelve of the evolution chain resided within the facility. Aside from the two of them and their child Pichu, there were only nine others left in existence. Most Evolution Chains had at least forty to fifty, and some, such as the Ratata Chain, Nidoran Chain, and the Zubat Chain, had upwards of one thousand members. Of course, there had been literally millions of these Pokémon before the Omicron device had activated.

The automatic door to Green's right opened with a swish. Footsteps made their way across the room towards her, but she didn't turn to face the intruder. The footsteps walked right up next to her and stared in silence through the window at where Blue was still being operated on. Her eyes never strayed from the operation on the other side of the glass, but she knew exactly who it was.

"Koga."

"Green. I see you're all alone down here." He hadn't noticed Red and Yellow sitting in the corner.

"I thought that was your poisonous odor I smelled. What brings you to this humble operating ward?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She was in no mood to deal with Koga right now. Unfortunately, he gave her no choice in the matter.

"Come now, is it so hard to believe that I wouldn't come down to watch over a member of the Council of Leaders, not to mention a damn good soldier, to wish him well and that he recovers completely?"

"Cut the bullshit, Koga. You wouldn't save a drowning Skitty if it didn't benefit you in some way. Blue was just a pawn to you. A means to an end." She spat the word "pawn" out, as if it were Arbok venom from one of the vials on Koga's belt.

Koga's face remained motionless. "I have no idea what it is that you are talking about. I am simply here on the behalf of the Elite Council, who sincerely wish to know Blue's condition and whether he will be able to resume his duties as both a soldier and as a member of the Leader's Council within a timely manner, or if we will have to… replace him."

Green felt the anger rise within her. A "timely manner"? "Replace him"? Who the hell does he think he is? I ought to beat the ever-loving shit out of this son of a bitch! "I already told you to cut the bullshit." She finally turned towards him, her eyes two glassy stones, revealing no emotion beneath their smooth exterior as they stared into the black eyes of the teal-haired man. "Spit it out. What do you want?"

Koga's face remained impassive, although his head cocked to the side in a falsely quizzical manner. "I said it once before, and although I will repeat myself once I would not like to have to repeat myself a third time. I came here pay my respects to a man who was such a great leader and inspiration to us all, and who will be sorely missed."

Green's anger could no longer be suppressed by her self-control. It began to seep out of her iron box where she kept her emotions when she didn't need them. "Stop talking about Blue like he's dead."

Koga feigned ignorance of her emotional state. "Well, by the looks of him he will be soon." He glanced at the operation in the other room. "I heard he jumped on a live grenade. Hehe, what an idiot! You're supposed to run away from those, not throw your face on it-"

Green's leg shot out and slammed into the side of Koga's knee. He gasped in pain as his leg collapsed under him. As he fell Green pulled out a small knife from the heel of her boot. As soon as he hit the ground she was on top of him, her full weight pressing down on his back. She rested the knife against his jugular and put her mouth right up to his ear, her tear-stained lips brushing his earlobe. She spoke softly, but Koga could feel the pain and hate that her words carried.

"Blue is not dead. Don't act like he is. He is going to survive. You'll see." Koga turned his head with some difficulty so that he could look her in the eyes. Anger blazed in his eyes and he opened his mouth to speak. She braced herself for whatever verbal poison he was about to spew.

"My apologies, Ms. Green. I meant no disrespect to Blue." Green's grip faltered slightly when she heard those words. "Did… Did Koga just apologize?!" Koga immediately took advantage of her hesitation, rotating his body like a snake and grabbing Green by the waist. He picked her up and slammed her back into the ground, straddling her. With his left hand, he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned above her head. He grabbed her knife and pressed the cold steel against her throat.

"You little bitch! That little kick fucking hurt! I should slice your throat open just for that!" he pressed the knife a little harder. "If I were to lean like this-" he pushed the knife tighter to her neck, causing a trickle of blood to run down her neck- "then just by applying half my weight to the blade I can simply fucking slice through your fucking throat."

Green gritted her teeth. She struggled feebly against the ninja on her stomach, but she couldn't get her hands free. She relaxed her muscles, realizing that resistance would only get her killed in the name of "Self-defense". "Bastard. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it, you sadistic motherfucker? You just wanted some excuse to kill me."

Koga pondered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, that just about sums up my aims today. I planned all day just to come down and kill some insignificant bitch. Don't get so full of yourself." He relaxed the pressure somewhat on her neck. "Now, tell me or I'll slit your throat. Did Blue get what we were after, or-"

Koga was thrown against the wall. He leapt to his feet, only to be struck again and thrown to the opposite side of the observation room. He managed to make it onto one knee before in invisible force grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ceiling. Twin thunderbolts struck him in the next instant, sending intense waves of pain throughout his entire body.

Red was standing in the middle of the room with Pikachu and ChuChu on his shoulders, fixing Koga with a gaze that could freeze a rampaging Aggron in fear. His hand was raised and cupped, as if he were holding someone's throat. Koga's hands shot to his throat to grab the invisible hand that held his throat, but his grasping fingernails dug only into his own skin. His eyes bulged out as the blood flow and oxygen traveling to and from his brain was cut off. His vision began to darken, the edges becoming black splotches. Through his blurry vision, he could see the killing intent of the man in the red jacket. Right then, he knew that he was about to die.

Incredibly, it was Green who saved him. "Red, let him down!" Red turned to her. She was standing now, grasping her left shoulder with her right hand and clutching a piece of cloth to the knife wound in her neck with her left. She glared up at Koga. "I personally would love to see him die, but it's going to be impossible to explain to the Councils."

Red looked from her to Koga, then back to her. He dropped Koga unceremoniously. Koga collapsed to the ground, motionless. Red strode over to him and kicked him in the ribs, causing him to unconsciously curl into the fetal position. Pikachu and ChuChu jumped from his shoulders, standing on all fours on either side of Koga's head, electricity sparking threateningly on their cheeks. Red grabbed Koga by the front of the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. He smacked Koga across the face a few times to rouse him to consciousness.

"Wake up." Koga stirred, his eyes slowly focusing on Red's face without recognition. When he finally realized where he was and who was in front of him, his eyes shot open and he tried to push himself farther away into the wall, as far away from Red as he could get.

"Aggh! Get away from me, monster!" Koga reached for a vial of poison from his belt, only to find it missing from its place. It hovered about four feet from his head, suspended on Red's psychic power. His eyes bulged wider.

"If you ever lay a hand on Green, or Yellow, or any of my other friends, not even Arceus himself will be able to prevent me from ripping you apart piece by piece." Red drew back his fist. Koga recoiled and threw up his hands to defend himself as Red's fist shot forwards, seeming to shatter the air itself as it slammed into the PlexiSteel wall next to Koga's head, leaving a crater four inches deep in the titanium-reinforced carbon-fiber wall.

"You think I'm a monster now, it's nothing compared to what I will become if you ever try anything like that again." Red dropped the still-flinching ninja and walked over to the door, opening it by pressing a switch on the wall. Yellow grabbed Koga and pulled him upright, pushing him towards the door. "Come on, fatass. Get outta here." Koga whimpered slightly as the barrel of her other weapon, an M9 pistol with a golden Pikachu engraved on it, dug into his lower back. She marched him out the door and into the hallway, dragging him out of sight in the direction of the elevators. Pikachu and ChuChu jumped on her shoulders as she left, still giving death glares to the semi-conscious ninja.

Red turned towards Green. He motioned towards her neck. "Are you alright?"

Green checked the cloth pressed against her neck. It was soaked crimson with her blood. "It's still bleeding. I think that bastard hit something important." She grimaced in pain. "Fuck."

"Let me see it." He approached Green, his hand prying away the cloth. He grimaced. "Yep. Artery. Just nicked it." He looked around the room. "No medical kit here." He took another look at her neck. "You probably won't last long enough for me to get another one."

A flash of fear crossed Green's face. "Well, if we there isn't one in here, and we can't get another one, what the hell are we supposed to do?" Red raised a single hand, tendrils of purple-hued energy extending from his fingertips.

"I can sew it with Psychic Energy." He looked up at her. "Unless you want to take the chance of getting a medkit from somewhere else…?"

Green shook her head. "I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?" Red shook his head. "Alright, let's get this started," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion. The tendrils moved from his fingers to her neck, threading themselves into her skin and winding around the wound, sealing both the skin and the wall of the artery. Green winced as the energy pierced her skin again and again. The entire experience was more bizarre to her than painful, since the psychic energy was literally writhing under her skin.

After about two minutes, Red leaned back, dropping his hand from Green's neck. The writhing sensation faded, but she could still feel the presence of the energy as it held together her skin and artery. "There. That should hold it." Green reached up and felt her neck. It was still slimy from the blood, but she could feel that the skin had closed. The only sign of the wound were the thin bumps where the psychic energy still was, under the skin. Her eyes widened. "Wow… and it's completely healed?"

Red shook his head. "No. It will have to heal on its own, but the energy will hold it together until it does and then dissipate." The corner of his mouth curled up a little. "But you won't bleed out."

"Well, that's good! I really didn't have bleeding out in an observation room on my schedule today," Green said sarcastically. The corner of Red's mouth twitched up again. It could almost be called a smile.

"I need to get cleaned up," Green said. "I'll be back later. Are you going to be okay being alone here until Yellow comes back?" Red nodded. "Okay, see you later." Red sat back down in the corner where he had sat earlier.

As she was leaving, she looked back over her shoulder. "Hey Red…" Red looked up. "Watch over Blue, would you?" Red cocked his head quizzically. "I feel like he needs someone to watch over him right now… And you're the best person I can think of to do it. I really feel like I can trust you, Red."

"If there's something Blue never needs, it's someone to protect him. He can take care of himself. He's strong like that." He actually smiled now, for the first time in months. "But yes, I will watch over him if it makes you feel better."

Green smiled too. "Thanks, Red. It means a lot to me. It really does." She left Red to his task of watching over the man on the other side of the glass, alone with just his thoughts.

After she had left, Red stood up and walked over to the glass. "You're going to be okay, Blue. I promise."

Deep inside Red's mind, Mewtwo shook his head. Shielding his thoughts so that Red would not hear them, he began talking to himself.

"Ah, the human capacity for faith… Sometimes it amazes me. There is no chance that that boy could recover. His injuries look to me as if they are too steep. But yet, Red still believes that he will. Stupid as his faith may be, I suppose that it was that same faith in me that allowed me to merge with him that day… So I suppose that since it saved my life, maybe it can save that boy too. The power of faith is too strong, too unpredictable, to be able to calculate…"