A/N My OC was speaking British before cause the mum is British, with ought her, the OC is pretty relaxed on the Accent matter.

DISCLAMER: I own nothin' but ma clothes and ma ! Poor me!

I caressed my mom's short red bob, sliding my fingers over her smooth cold cheeks, her eye lashes unmoving. One of her eyes was covered in a bandage, her right hand and left leg covered with a thick plaster. There was a small noticeable rise in her covered chest, the slowly beeping machine only further assuring me that she was alive.

There was an awfully long lasting beep for what seemed like an hour.

I thought she died.

Then, suddenly, the high-pitched shriek was quite, before resuming its monitoring schedule.

A blond nurse ushered me to the side, before her eyes brightened visibly at the doorway.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Oh, boy

"You're supposed to be in your bed"

Miffed and beyond annoyed, I glanced warily at the scalpel in his hands.

"Not really."

"Yeah? Well who's the doctor here?"

"Certainly not you."

He groaned heavily, his eyes bored into mine in frustration as he tugged at his blonde hair, laying the scalpel on a nearby desk.

"Are you still annoyed of my refusal of that outrageous idea of yours?!"

"I swear, Doctor, I'm not trying to ditch the paycheck. In fact, I'm trying to find a way to pay you back!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air.

The Doctor sighed gently. "I can't just let you go on a journey; I'm not your guardian! Your guardian is currently on the verge of death and you don't have enough money to pay for the surgery and all the expenses!"

We all stared quietly at the person sleeping peacefully on the bed. It certainly didn't look like she was on the verge of death.

The nurse had been gone from the instance there was a warning of a heated fight between a stubborn kid and a doctor just doing his work.

"B-but… I just want my Mom back!" I looked up, my eyes watery and wide, as the water works started.

"Wah! Mama!"

"N-no! Don't cry- Please, I'll do anything!" He rushed over, awkwardly hugging me.

The doctor looked troubled and guilty of making a little kid cry when her mom was half-dead.

I sniffled. "R-really?"

He gulped. "Uh, y-yeah."

"Then," I widened my teary eyes and pouted my trembling lower lip."Let me go on a journey!"

"I swear I'll pay you back by my fifth gym badge! And I'll be a good little child!" My eyes sparkled. "I won't do anything that's bad!"

There was a moment where he stared at my eyes.

But then he swallowed.

After all, when a child starts the puppy eyes, an adult can't help but feel guilty.

Stupid adults.

"Woah!" I whispered as I almost fell of the low branch of the old oak tree.

Darting my eyes to the window, I let out a relieved sigh, before tensing up again.

They hadn't noticed.

Big-freaking-whoop!

My victims, a woman with her brown hair in a fancy up-do and bright green eyes, and an old man with a thick mustache and some even thicker eyebrows, were in a heated conversation. The woman leaned back into her seat as she sipped her tea (I think) her eye brows furrowed.

The man, which I assumed was Professor Rowan, was moving his arms in an agitated manner of expressing his feelings of their current topic.

Slowly lifting my legs to the ground, I braced myself before letting go of the branch.

I fell on my feet, legs widely stretched out.

Quickly, I darted to the door. 'Breath in, breath out.'

I knocked on the door tice, before the door slammed its way out of it's hinges.

There, standing in front of me was Prof. Rowan in angry mode.

"What do you want, child?!" he bellowed.

"Um, I…"

"Speak up, child!"

"I… CanIgetapokemon? Pretty please~" I pleaded.

He blinked, slightly confused. I could see the woman glancing curiously behind him, seated on her chair.

"What?"

In a flash, the woman was standing beside him. "Well, what do we have her?" she asked curiously.

Oh great, now I have an audience. Darn it! I should've practiced this better!

"I, er, want to get a starter Pokémon."

Professor Blinks.

Woman blinks.

Professor outraged.

"Is this it?! You want a Pokémon?"

I nodded furiously as the woman stifled a chuckle.

"Are you aware that the Pokémon Ceremony give away was a month ago, do you?

I nodded, although I knew nothing. After all I was not of age to get a Pokémon until next year, but this was a special circumstance where I shall lie about my age.

"Well, no! Your late! Now get out of my way."

The woman smiled gently at me. "Come back later. With your guardian. Preferably your mother."

I stared up at her in a bewildered expression.

"Say… who are you lady?"

SLAM!

I blinked at the closed door.

That was rude.

But I won't give up.

Time for Plan B.

I'll get your butt Professor, I will.

A/N

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