Confused about what's going on? You would be if you ended up on the other side of the world! Stay tuned, all gets explained in a progressive and interesting manner.

Also, shout out to Farla: She's not afraid to say what's on her mind. Or copy-and-paste document. Either way, I want more of you like her. Not exactly like, She could do with being a 'tad' less scripted, but I want YOU to point out flaws and notify me of them. Although you don't have to make a list if it's not convenient.

The lead soldier started stepping towards him, gun drawn the entire time. "BACK SLOWLY INTO THE ROOM YOU JUST LEFT. PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! NO SUDDEN MOVEMENTS OR I WILL SHOOT." He bellowed at Mac, who was in no position to argue. Mac placed his hands on his head as slowly as he dared and started to reverse into the room with Latias in it.

Mac realized it was all over, and all so soon. The military had arrived so quickly he hadn't had time to plan what to do if they turned up or anything...

Latias, the thing he'd stolen from them, was in the room they were taking him into. The moment they saw her, they'd shoot him and most likely her too. He walked as slow as he could, trying to think of a way, any way, he could get out of this. How did they know it was him who'd taken her anyway? How did they know to come to his house?

The lead man kept Mac in his sights the entire time. This was the 12th house his team had inspected so far. They'd been told to look for 'abnormalities', but not what kind. He'd would have assumed it was drugs or illegal immigrants or something, except when he'd asked what they were supposed to be looking for, all his commander had said was that the information was classified (information above their pay grade, they only would find out when they found it), and that it was some sort of military property that had been stolen, quite large and obvious and apparently very dangerous.

Hence why he was pointing the gun at the house's seemingly only resident. If this stolen military property was as dangerous as it sounded, he didn't want it pointed at him, or any member of his team.

While he backed the youngster into the living room, one of the other soldiers destroyed the land-line phone socket with his boot. They didn't want word getting out about the checks. If it did their cover would be blown, the thief would destroy the stolen item and the whole operation would be pointless. They'd already arranged an 'accident' to happen to the village's only mobile phone tower. So no one could call anyone via that either. And anyone trying to leave by any of the village's four roads out would be met by several well placed car-crashes blocking the road. Nothing was getting in or out, unless it was in an armored truck.

As Mac entered the living room, he noticed 2 things. One, Latias and the map had seemingly vanished into thin air. And Two, a girl was stood next to the TV, looking somewhat stunned by the armed men forcing Mac back into the living room. She was wearing a white skirt, turquoise blouse, and her hair was styled exactly like... Latias'... Wings...

Mac felt slightly relived in his thoughts as he realized that Latias had, somehow, managed to make herself look like a human. Quite how he wasn't sure, but she had and - for the moment - the military men wouldn't find her and he wasn't going to be shot.

The moment the leader saw the girl, he bellowed at her and Mac flinched, startled by the outburst. "HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! NOW! HANDS. ON. HEAD!" Latias did as she was told as the second soldier pointed his rifle at her, and gestured for her to stand near Mac, away from the television. Latias wasn't unduly concerned about the gun facing in her direction, she could throw up a protect to block the bullets, should they fire. But then they'd know what she was and send everyone against her, which would be too much.

The leader relaxed a bit. The pair looked too young to be criminal masterminds. All the same, he had to follow a procedure, the same one the other 30 teams had been given. He spoke to the two of them with a calmer voice as they were shepherded together by the other two men.

"Sorry about this, but we're conducting checks for possible illegal substances." - The lie he was told to use by his commander. "I'm going to need you two to lie flat on the floor and tell us who you are and where your proof of identity documents are."

Mac paused for a second to digest what he was hearing. They didn't know who he was, then. He didn't believe the story about looking for drugs, that was obviously just a cover up, the military police don't do drugs checks. But they were looking for something. The fact that they didn't question Latias' presence meant that they weren't sure 100% what they were looking for as well. Information above their pay grade. So there was no harm in letting them know who he was, so long as he could somehow fake Latias' identity.

"Mac Simmons, 17, Papers are in the white box on the desk in the master bedroom. Homeowner is my mum, on holiday in Cornwall. Details in the same place as the ID documents." He said in the calmest voice he could, before he got down on his knees and laid flat on the floor, hands still on his head. One of the soldiers left and went up the main stairs, mac assumed it was to look for his ID documents. Mac suddenly realized with a shock that they were now going to ask Latias. Could speak in her human form?

Latias was stuck. She couldn't - in fact - talk in her human form, and she needed to respond sooner or later or they'd figure her out. Latios would know what to do, but he wasn't here to help. She could attack them, but she'd need to shift into her true form before she could use any of her attacking moves, and they'd shoot her the moment she started glowing prior to the transformation, and she couldnt use protect whilst transforming, it took too much psychic power. Despite a brain with the power of 10 super computers, Latias couldnt think of a solution. The leader turned to look at her. He gave her a few seconds before asking again. "And you? Name? Are your papers in the same place as his?"

Latias needed help. She telepathed Mac. "I can't speak, Mac. Tell them!"

Mac got this and came up with the most convincing lie he could on the spot. He spoke Into the floor due to the fact that he was lying down, but the lead soldier heard him. "She's a mute. She can't speak."

Silence followed.

The lead soldier was confused. He'd never met a mute before, but he was pretty sure they existed. This was an annomily though, which WAS what they were looking for. He allowed some menace to creep into his voice as he spoke again, this time at Mac.

"And where are her papers certifying this?"

Latias realized that they didn't have papers the police wanted, and hatched a plan. She beamed a thought to Mac. "Tell him they are in my blouse pocket"

Mac got this and relayed it to the soldier, adding uncertainty to make it seem more believable. "I think they're in her blouse pocket."

The man felt uneasy. Call it gut instinct, but something just didn't appear right with this whole situation. It wasn't just the fact that this all seemed very... eerie. The two young adults had accepted the fact that they had a gun pointing at them with what was almost indifference. Like it was all some sort of evil plan. The background music to the game was still playing in the background, and it only added to the drama of the situation. He also wasn't happy with the idea of going into a girl's pockets so close to her... chest. She only looked 14, and he was 35. While it was unlikely that she'd file for harassment, his colleagues would take the piss out of him for ages afterwards.

"Miss? If you wouldn't mind passing me your papers please? You may take your hands off your head for the moment."

Latias took her imitation human hands off her head and reached into the breast pocket of her blouse, pulling out something that looked very like an official watermarked piece of paper but was actually something she'd just shape-shifted to include.

She held out the faux paper for inspection, hoping that the soldier wouldn't try and take it off her, as it was a part of her and he'd find it impossible to do so. The soldier leaned in and looked at it, reading it out-loud for the sake of everyone hearing.

"CERTIFICATE OF MEDICAL MUTISM: blah blah D.O.B 18-02-97 blah, unable to verbally communicate, blah blah, certifies Tia Sharp, blah blah, signed and dated..."

Since the soldier had never seen a 'certificate of muteism' before, there was no way to check it it was legit. It certainly looked official though, fancy paper, a stamp and everything. And besides, she was only a small schoolgirl. Weird looking, sure (How did her hair keep that strange shape?) But a criminal mastermind capable of stealing a weapon from a top secret military base? No.

"Thank you, you can put it away now. Please lie on the floor with your hands on your head like the boy. He can answer all your questions from now on". Latias nodded and copied Mac.

On the floor, Mac heaved a sigh of relief. They actually thought that Latias was a human! He wasn't sure how Latias had managed to convince them she was a mute, as he was facing the floor for the entire incident. Perhaps she psychiced them and made the illusion of some paper. Anyway, all he needed to do now was tell the truth about himself and make up some convincing stuff for Latias, and they'd be none the wiser and would hopefully leave without shooting him!

"So then, Boy." The leader said to him, all the time keeping the pistol aimed at Mac's head, more for intimidating effect than anything else. "I take it this young lady is your..." He let his sentence hang in the air, prompting Mac to finish it.

He couldn't say she was a blood relative there wasn't a mute in his family and they'd know he was lying. He had to think quick, so he blurted out the first thing that came into his head.

"Girlfriend. She is my girlfriend."

Latias' voice appeared in his head, with a sarcastic ring to it "Nice going, Genius. In case you forgot, the papers said your girlfriend's name was Tia Sharp and she was born on the 18th of February. And I'm 15. Make the rest up."

The soldier huffed, clearly not impressed with the 2 year age gap. She was 15, according to the certificate, and he was 17. The wrong side of the age barrier in his opinion, but he wasn't here to investigate that kind of thing, and let it drop.

"And where does she live?" He asked as the other soldier re-entered the room, holding a British passport. Mac's passport.

"Maltby, McKenzie's estate" Mac replied, actually reciting the location of his piano teachers house. By the time they'd get round to searching that estate, Latias would be long gone.

The soldier didn't question the location further but made a mental note to check for mutes in the Maltby area. "I see. Please stay still while we search your house. Do not move."

With that, the other 2 soldiers left the room, and started checking through the other rooms. They didn't know exactly what they were looking for, but since it was supposedly a big obvious thing, they only needed to glance in each room to confirm it wasn't there and to check for secret rooms where it could be hidden. After looking everywhere including the garden shed, the job was done in 3 minutes.

They returned into the living room and gave the verdict. "Negative for this one."

Mac would have cheered if it wouldn't have given the game away.

The lead soldier told them to stand up. Mac's hands were still on his head, but the leader told him he could put them down as he gave him his passport back. Mac took it from him and thanked him.

"Don't leave this house for the rest of the day." The soldier said as he turned around and left the living room. A few seconds later, the front door made a slamming noise. They had left.

"That. Was too close." Mac said, before laughing with relief. Latias started glowing blue and resumed her normal form.

Mac saw her do it but didn't ask any questions. He was beyond being shocked by the things she could do. If she suddenly was able to become invisible, or breathe fire, he wouldn't be surprised.

When Latias had finished her transformation, she flew around to face Mac and, whilst cooing happily, rubbed her face against his cheek. Mac thourght it was exceptionally soft, and guessed it was some kind of thankful gesture.

"Thanks for hiding me Mac! I knew you wouldn't give me up!" She telepathed across to him.

Mac was about to fall over, she was applying quite a lot of force in her bid to be affectionate. "No problem. Oh by the way, that name you made up... Tia? It means grandmother in spanish" He took a step back before he lost his balance completely, and Latias stopped rubbing his cheek, somewhat confused about the random fact about the nickname Bianca sometimes called her. Tia. Sounded like La'tia's, also meant wise and old motherly figure in Spanish. Huh, interesting.

Mac spoke up again "Now, I'm going for a shower. After that, we're going to figure out how I'm going to get you home, okay?". Latias gave a curt little nod, though inside the thought of seeing her brother and Bianca again made her almost burst with excitement.

As Mac left the room, he gave Latias a few instructions. "Erm... You can lie down or have a rest or something in here. If you can figure out how to, you can play on the Xbox. There's also some meat out on the side of you want it, though feel free to have any mice you see running around. Just don't tear up the place while I'm in the shower. If anyone else arrives, fly up and knock on - Well, headbutt the bathroom door loudly 3 times, okay?"

Latias gave a positive coo as he left the room, leaving the door open so she could fly through with ease if she wanted. A few seconds later the sound of him bounding up the stairs reached her super sensitive ears. After that, almost silence, except from the music on the television. A brief flash of psychic power and the TV was switched off, the power button having being pressed by a psychic hand.

The prospect of meat was enticing to Latias. She wondered what kind as she floated through the narrow doorway, following the smell of protein As she went, she sung a small song to herself, one Bianca would hum whilst doing housework, but sounded equally good in Lati. "But you didn't have to thunder bolt, now your just a pichu that I used to know". Did this new world even have music like that?

The smell led her through another door and into a room that looked like a kitchen, with a sink and a cooker and all other kinds of foody stuff. On the side to her right was some kind of cooked meat, she could tell by the stunted smell it had had some of the goodness heated out of it. But meat was meat, and she was quite hungry. She hovered over and lowered herself down so she could eat...

In the bathroom, Mac was washing his hair, and contemplating what he was going to actually do.

The shower was a good place for thinking. As a child, he had had ADHD and hand found concentrating on one thing for any length of time difficult, so his parents had adapted the house to be as stimulus and distraction free as possible. When he grew up they had remodeled but the bathroom had stayed as plain as possible. White walls. White sink. White towel. White cabinet. White bath, with just water in it. Plain white shower curtain. As distraction free as possible. The perfect place to just stop and think.

Which was exactly what Mac did.

Latias could fly, and looked quite strong. He supposed he could fly on her back. But it would have to be low altitude to stop him from suffocating. And it was a long distance to get to Korea. He was pretty certain she wouldn't be able to fly that far in one stretch You could take a plane from Heathrow to Hong Kong. Then she could fly over to Korea. That would shave a lot off the total flight for Latias...

But did he really want to go? He was pretty sure he could get Latias there. But getting himself out on his own would he difficult, perhaps even impossible. He would never return home and see any of his friends, or his family again. Then again, Latias wouldn't be able to make it without him. She didn't know anything about geography. Or even how to board a plane, for that matter. The risk of her being captured whilst going alone were a lot greater than if he was with her.

Then again, he was wanted. Would be wanted once they'd done a full DNA scan on the facility and found his. They would kill him. Or lock him up for so long he would wish he was dead. England had outlawed capital punishment, but 'accidents' happen...

Downstairs, Latias had finished the plate of meat. It tasted very much like Mareep, but not quite. As she looked up, she realized how... Empty the house was. It had all the family touches: a calender on the wall, a few fridge magnets, that kind of thing. It just lacked that vibe that Latias normally was able to detect. This house felt more like a medical facility then a home.

She didn't want to be alone in the house. Her brother had spoken to her about her being childish, still a baby. She certainly felt it now. She felt frightened by the clinicalness of the house, the lack of an aura.

She couldn't take it anymore, and decided to wait outside the bathroom door for Mac. He made the house feel more homely.

She flew out of the kitchen, accelerated rapidly down the hallway and turned on the spot so she was facing up the stairs, before jetting up them quickly. She didn't know why, but it felt like something was chasing her up them. But nothing was.

Once she reached the landing, she surveyed the surroundings. Mac would be in the hottest room unless he was a fan of cold showers. She turned left and with her heat sensitive eyes noticed the room that was a good 3 degrees warmer than the others. The one where the shower was running and a light sprinkling noise was coming from. Duh.

While she originally intended to wait at the foot of the door, she noticed that even if she curled up as much as possible, her wings would make it difficult to stay there. Obviously, she would have to wait for him elsewhere...

In the shower, Mac was still considering his options. He'd just run some conditioner through his blonde hair, and was trying his best to keep it out of his eyes, lest it reach them and sting intensely.

How would he tell his mum? How would she believe him? Would she go to the police? How should he word the letter he would have to leave her?

They needed to leave soon, that was for sure. In the next day, before the military got the DNA checks through, or he was found out some other way. He'd got £1000 stashed away, enough for a flight to Hong Kong and some food. It would have to be enough. A breif blast of cold air came from around the edge of the shower curtain, but Mac shrugged it off, enveloped in his own thoughts Even if he got the tickets, how was Latias meant to get on the plane? She couldn't go in human form, she didn't have a passport. She couldn't go in pokemon form because she wouldn't even fit in the cabin of the plane, never mind the fact that people would question the existence of a mythical dragon on the HK846 flight.

Eventually, though, he'd got his plan worked out. After a good 20 minutes in the shower, he'd worked out the best way he could go about returning Latias and starting his new life. It wasn't 100% guaranteed success, there was plenty of opportunity for capture by the authorities. But it was the best plan he had.

He shut off the water and waited a few seconds to let the residual drops drip off him, before drawing the shower curtain back and catching a glimpse of the steamy room. He liked his showers piping hot, and the amount of steam was so great that he could barely see the opposite wall.

As he climbed out of the shower, his foot hit a fluffy object a few centimeters higher than where the thought the towel mat was.

Latias was woken by something crushing her neck. Instinctively, she threw her head back to dislodge the thing crushing her, before flying round to face it and screaming as loud as she could to intimidate it and stop it from attacking her again. Instead of backing off like most things would though, it screamed back, in a much deeper voice than she expected. With a shock she realized it was Mac.

Latias moving had thrown Mac's foot backwards, sending him overbalanced and his head straight towards the hard tile wall. When he hit it, Mac thought his head would split open. The second impact with the edge of the bath would probably be lethal, and split open the existing crack like an egg, spilling his brains out like the yolk.

Mac braced himself for his collision with the wall, screwing his eyes up and clenching his jaw, but it never came. He could still feel himself suspended in the air though, so he must still be falling. Last time he checked, the laws of gravity still applied to him. But this fall was taking exceptionally long.

After 3 seconds, Mac opened his eyes. He was indeed still suspended in mid air. He was facing upwards, looking at the shower head. The tile wall was a few millimeters from his head, but not touching it. The bizarre thing was that his legs weren't supporting him. He was just floating there.

A glace to the other side of the room revealed what was happening. Latias was looking right at him, and Mac was embarrassed as she was apparently female and he was completely naked. But he remembered the Latias was able to make things float, which must be what she was doing now, but with him.

Mac felt himself move towards Latias and out of the area above the bath. He really desperately wanted to cover himself, but for some reason his arms wouldn't work. Latias and her psychic, he guessed.

Latias psychically hovered Mac over the towel mat, before gently lowering him until his bare bottom was on the surface. She released her grip on him and his joints slumped, his head lightly bumping the plastic bath tub as they did.

In the milliseconds it took for Mac to realize his joints would move again, he reached an arm out and snatched a towel from the edge of the washing basket, using it to cover his privates.

Latias wasn't quite sure why. She saw her own brother naked pretty much every day, and Bianca didn't mind if Latias slept in the same room she was having a shower in. Latias liked sleeping in the same room as a shower - it was always warm, the steam gave the whole thing a dreamy quality and the noise was the perfect sound track for drifting off.

Mac stared at Latias, unmoving. He really wished she'd move elsewhere so he could dry himself off. "Latias... A little privacy?" He asked, trying to stay polite as he could.

Latias just looked confused. "Why? You've been looking at me naked since we first met."

Mac would have facepalmed if his hand wasn't holding his towel. "Yeah, it's different though. I normally wear clothes, you don't. And your... bits... aren't as obvious."

Latias remained confused. "And? Are you saying I might be attracted to you? Ha. No. Compared to my brother, you're the weedyist thing I could choose as a mate. He's much more powerful than you. And bigger. Much bigger"

Even though she hadn't said anything out-loud Mac felt that what she just said was said with an unmistakable smirk. Then he figured out what she had actually just said.

"Wait! You and your brother...?!"

Latias realized she probably shouldn't have mentioned the whole relationship between her and Latios to this adolescent Bianca giggled about it enough already. She didn't need this teen to start looking at her like that too.

"No. We're not mates. Yet. Actually... Well... Perhaps... Since we're the only pair of latis in existence... Well... Yeah... What does it matter anyway? We're animals just like anything else. It's about survival, at the end of the day. That's what hormones are for, right?"

Mac knew she was right, but the causality with which Latias explained her situation was still... Creepy. And if she was meant to live for hundreds of years, it was possible that she hadn't reached the part of her life cycle with all the hormones and that stuff that gave way to those... urges.

Mac tried to put that mental image out of his mind, and shook his head to help clear it, spraying water from his hair in the process, a bit hitting Latias.

Latias didn't give it away, but she'd detected Mac's corrupt thoughts about her and Latios. He was just a teenager after all. They couldn't control what their brains were programmed to think. She just giggled playfully when the few droplets from Mac's hair splattered her snout. She changed the subject for the sake of both of them.

"Can I stay here if I face the wall? I like warm places and this is the warmest room in the house right now."

Mac considered this. On one hand, she was right. It was winter outside, and the chill transferred itself indoors in most of the rooms. The shower had warmed the bathroom into comparatively toasty temperatures. And Latias clearly felt uncomfortable on her own. On the other hand, he'd be naked in the same room as a female, even if it wasn't from the same species. Mac had not been in that situation before.

Mac let that slide. "Fine then. Just face the wall."

Latias did as she was told, lying back down on the floor but this time against the wall and facing it. Because her wings would collide with the wall if she folded them down, she set them back in a v shape.

"Okay? Just don't tread on my wings, please?" She beamed across to Mac, who responded with an uneasy "that's fine" before standing up - watching he didn't trample either of her red wings - and turning to face away from her, the towel covering him the entire time.

As he started to uneasily dry himself off, Latias voice appeared in his head. "So how are we getting out?". Mac started to explain outloud, but Latias interrupted him.

"Well, If you can manage flying to London, w-"

"Er... instead of explaining outloud, just think of your plan, and I'll read your mind. That'll be way faster."

Mac nodded even though Latias wasn't looking at him. "Well okay. If you think that'll work". He began to think his plan through, start to finish.

As soon as he finished, Latias' voice appeared in his head. "Good idea. But would I make it simpler if I said I could turn invisible?"

Mac was born a skeptic But if his recent experience had taught him anything, it was that the impossible was anything but. All the same, he didn't believe her. Invisibility didn't actually break any laws of physics, but the losses incurred and power required made it ridiculously impractical. So if this dragon could turn invisible, he wanted to see it. Not see it. See him not seeing it.

He covered his mid-section with the towel yet again and turned to look at Latias, who was still faithfully facing the wall with her eyes shut. "Really? Your not kidding? Not that I don't believe you, but prove it!"

A second after he said that, Latias just 'disappeared'. No flash of light to accompany this like there was with when she transformed into the girl. One moment the dragon was there, the next, he saw only the wall. Like Latias wasn't there.

"Wow." Mac said. He was so amazed, he couldn't insert any emotion into his voice. No wonder the military were keeping her hidden...

Without warning, Latias reappeared, in the exact same location she'd dissapeard from. "See? Or rather, not?". Latias made a noise that sounded like a giggle. "Will that make your plan easier?"

Mac knew it would make his plan a lot, lot easier. There wouldn't have to be any risky evading customs or security, if she could fly over them invisibly in broad daylight.

"Yes, it will..."

"Great! Well then... When do we leave?"

"In about, oh I don't know... 4 Hours?"

Well... Awkward moment there then, eh? Even more Awkward for me, writing about the mating thing on the train with some woman staring at my laptop. "No, madam, I am not a furry. In fact, I myself am asexual and not attracted in any way to any gender, so if you could kindly take your prejudice opinion so the adjacent seat, it would be much appreciated"... The hings I want to say, but can't... ahh well.

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