Alkdsjfsdf is anyone still reading this? Gah. Just wanted to show you guys that, I'm not dead, I'm just busy...

Well, at least I have added another chapter to this. It's honestly, one of the only stories of mine that I love.

Well, enjoy! Part 2 will come up soon. :)

oh baby, I'm not anywhere else
not in the clouds not down deep wells
I'm just next to that thing you hold dear
Not anywhere else, just here

Here (part 1)

He can see her as she struggles to fight Primal Dialga. He can see her, as she wills her partner with her words. He can see her determination, to save her friends, to save the world, to save him. Them.

Grovyle watches, claws clenched. His jaws ache from biting down too hard, and as he watches his beloved partner take another hit, his heart aches. He wants to desperately go down and help her, but he can't. He can't help her, he has never helped her, and he probably won't ever help her. Ever.

So Grovyle sits, watches, and waits.

'

When she wins, her partner is all smiles. Primal Dialga has been finally been defeated. The world is safe again, they all think.

But Grovyle, and her, they know. They know what's going to happen next. He senses something behind him, but it's just Dusknoir. Dialga follows soon after, watching his other self fade away slowly. Grovyle can't read the being's expression, and he decides that he'd rather not.

"It seems like they have won," Dusknoir says, voice with a glint of humor. "She'll be here soon, then."

"Yes," Dialga adds. "It will hurt to see them leave, but you will have your friend back, Grovyle. Is that not what you want?"

Grovyle looks at them, expression unreadable. He bites down on his tongue.

'

She follows her partner, who is smiling, beating his fists into the air. His fiery tale burns bright, illuminating the darkening tower. The light it was giving off was almost a sad thing, she thinks. It looks grim. Melancholy. Heartbreaking, she decides, as it's the brightest thing she has clung on to in this world, next to a voice in her head that just won't go away. She looks at her hands—or, what should be similar to hands. Instead, she sees scaly, green claws. It feels like she's been a Pokémon forever. It's as if the previous tall, soft, slender human never existed. In a way, she feels almost…guilty for just leaving her partner here, in the world where creatures exist.

She cannot wait to say good-bye, but she also cannot will herself to utter the words. The only thing on her mind right now is, when will it start? When will I have to leave? When?

It's not until they start crossing the bridge when a soft light begins to emit from her body. It's time, a voice in her mind says.

Time.

"Okay."

'

The three Pokémon watch from above as the two explorers part, and, Grovyle is oddly guilty. His partner is coming back, finally. He'll be happy. But the fire monkey down there, the poor, heartbroken, filled-with grief creature down there, he just looks so…sad. Grovyle can't help but feel sorry for him as he watches his beloved partner fade away, so easily, just like the wind that brought her into this world.

But then, Grovyle isn't really thinking anymore. Dialga's attention is drawn somewhere else, and Dusknoir's follows soon after. There's a bright light, one that's blinding, and then, it's like the world had stopped moving for a couple of minutes. There's no wind, just a soft, pale green light, that is warm and comforting, and before Grovyle knows it, he's moving towards it, one claw outstretched.

A smaller, similar claw reaches out for his, and he grasps it, and holds onto it, and then a body is following the claw. His eyes go wide, and for the first time in a long while, Grovyle finally feels happy and content about the world. About his life. Dialga's voice booms softly behind him, echoing a soft laugh now that the future is saved. Dusknoir watches them curiously, eye unblinking. And then, Grovyle turns, to face golden orbs that mirror his own, but with far more complexion, far more emotion.

"I'm here," she whispers.

"I…this...welcome back," is all he can say, before he runs and takes her into his arms.

"I'm here," she says again, this time, and rests her head on his shoulder, tears leaking from her eyes.