Chapter 2 I'm sorry it's been a while it's just I've been a little busy with work and stuff and I wasn't sure which way this chapter would go but it's finally done and I'm exhausted so go and read I bet you're dying to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or the characters

N made his way to the Driftveil Jail. He was in Nimbasa so it was in walking distance. He owed some thanks to Zekrom anyway because he was willing to get him out of the castle. Zekrom looked a little against it but he did it anyway so N was giving him a rest. Though he had more things to worry about.

'Ghetsis? How did he survive he was in that explosion? What happened back there? Did Mort or White make it out?' So many questions but no answers.

"You want to see who?" The guard ask.

"Ghetsis." N replied. "I need to talk to him."

"No way buddy." The guard put his hands out. "That guy is the reason the prison blew up I can't let anyone see…" N cut him off.

"He's my father." N's tone was cold. He wasn't going to anyone stop him from seeing Ghetsis. The guard was quiet he pulled out a walkie-talkie.

"Uh…we got someone here to see Ghetsis." He said. A voice came out but it was hard to make out due to the static. "Yeah I know you said…" The voice cut him off. "But…" And again. "Sir please listen it's his son." The voice was quiet but still talking. "I didn't know either but it looks like he could be related he's got the green hair like him." The guard turned to N. "You're going to have to wait. They need to check something."

Five minutes passed and the voice came back on and told the guard something.

"Hey" N looked up those were the longest five minutes ever. "What's your name?"

"N." His short replied freaked out the guard.

"You're that leader from Team Plasma." Which one was he referring to the new one or the old one? "It's him." He said into the walkie-talkie. "Let him in."

N heard a little buzz and the guard opened the door, another man stood in the entryway. Though this one looked more than just a guard; his hair was military style with a smooth face. His clothes were full of badges and looked formal, clean polished black shoes included.

"You will follow me to where you will see…your father." His voice was strong and calming at the same time. He gestured for N to follow him. N put his hands in his pockets and followed him. They went through halls of criminals; some ignored him, some glared and some asked for smokes or money. He was a little scared but he didn't let it show, he stayed perfectly calm. They finally got to their destination.

"He is going to be restrained to the chair so he can't attack you." The man said. "And if we see anything we deem to be suspicious we are going to have you leave and him taken back to his solitary confinement cell."

'Solitary confinement? I guess they don't want him blowing up another prison.' N thought. The man opened the door to reveal Ghetsis sitting chained to a chair. He looked absolutely dreadful; his hair was worse than N's, his face was just…well his eyes were bloodshot, he had a five o-clock shadow and his head hung his head low. N took the seat across from him, Ghetsis slowly raised his head and looked N dead in the eye.

"N," Ghetsis groggy voice rang. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I wasn't expecting to actually see you." N was not in any mood to be messing around he had business to take care of.

"Nor was I." Ghetsis was totally different he would have usually said some sort of snide remark. "I'm just shocked as you to see me here."

"I want to ask you something." N was ready to cut to the chase

"What?"

"Do you know if White is alive?" Ghetsis stared into space after N asked that. He then started to cackle.

"Do you honestly think I know that? Listen," He was calm again. "I don't know what really happened after the prison exploded. All I know is when I woke up on the ground outside, my head hurt like crazy and I was being dragged to this prison." That really wasn't answering N's question. "But when I asked about Mort they told me that all they found were a pile of ashes I'm guessing they're his. You see N it could have gone either way; she is either alive and left before any officers found her or is in that pile of ashes."

"So there is a possibility she is alive?" N asked.

"Yeah." Ghetsis nodded his head.

"What are the odds?" His father was smart and he knew he give it to straight.

"Honestly I don't know." N frowned. "But," Ghetsis started again. "I wouldn't be shocked if she survived. The girl has proven me to be quite strong." That's all he needed N got up and left.

"WAIT!" Ghetsis shouted after him. N looked back at Ghetsis who was reaching as far as his chains that restrained him to the chair. "I know what you're about to go do." N was baffled was he that obvious.

"What am I going to do?" He asked to make sure.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid? I know you're going to try and find White." Ghetsis really was smart. "But I want you to do me a favor." N got a little scared. "If you find her…bring her here."

"What?" Was he crazy? Wait…scratch that.

"I want you to bring her here so I can see her one last time. I know she won't come on her own after what happened." Who would? "Please N, after that I'll never do anything to you or her again I swear it on my life that I'd be put in the electric chair." N could see how serious he was.

"What if I don't find her? What if she's dead?" N asked there was a possibility.

"Then you come back and tell me." There was a pause. "N I trust you to tell the truth."

"Okay." N nodded once and left out the door without another word.

"You'll find her…I can tell." Ghetsis was dragged off to his solitary confinement. "I can tell…

…Son."

Well wasn't that interesting. Like I said before I'm sorry it took so long hopefully I won't take as long to write the next chapter. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it and I'm off to bed. Bye ^_^