Jon POV

I nervously walked to the genetic labs. I didn't want to possibly ruin a child's life with this, but I couldn't disobey General Auld without severe consequences and I did want Joseph to come back, so I guess I'm stuck with it.

When I got to the lab the scientists didn't even look up at me. They seemed to be working on something else. But this job was from the General and got priority.

"Smith! Doofenshmirtz!" I called, calling them to attention. They may have been scientists, and I may be a soldier, but I'm the General's right hand soldier. So I get to boss them around on his business.

"We've just gotten back from a scouting mission. Here's the info on a new Pokemorph idea, which the General thinks will work. Until this is done you are to do nothing else. Got it?" I ordered. They nodded stiffly and took the flashdrive and looked at its contents. As I left I heard them talking about the genius of the creator.

Doofenshmirtz POV

"This idea is amazing!" I marveled for the hundredth time. Then I turned to Smith. "I guess we need a subject. You go get one, make sure it's a boy, and I'll edit this DNA a bit. OK?" I said, using my slight authority to make him obey. He nodded and ran off to find someone to test this on while I turned to my computer and observed the genetics.

After getting the gist of how the person who made this had done it, I changed the DNA to make the morph a Charizard rather than a Charmander. He would have wings, a muzzled face, claws, and the ability to breathe fire and use other such attacks. And, just because I could, I decided to make him shiny. I grinned at the vision of how our new creation would turn out.

Smith POV

As I flew above the forest separating our lab from the nearest town on my Pidgeot I thought about what I had to do. I knew it was wrong to take the children from their parents, but the general did not deal well with people who didn't follow his orders. I'd try and get a doomed child maybe…

As Pidgeot landed in an alley I jumped off her and withdrew her. As I walked around the low class part of town I looked out for abandoned kids in the alleys. I found it amusing, yet at the same time rather sad how few people knew of this area even though it was adjacent to many of their houses.

A bit ahead I saw a doctor walk out of a house with a grave look on his face. I hurried to him to talk to him.

"What is it doctor?" I asked. He looked at me oddly, as if surprised to see someone so well dressed in this part of town, but told me.

"The child in there is close to death. He was attacked by a wild Spearow for food and is suffering severe loss of blood, and we cannot afford anymore of his rare blood type." He said sadly. I nodded.

"I think I'll be able to take care of him…" I muttered. The doctor looked surprised but nodded.

"That would be good." He said as he walked off. I hurried to the door of the house and knocked on the door. A sad looking woman with a thin Growlithe at her side came to the door.

"Yes?" she asked dejectedly.



"Ma'am, my name's William Smith. I am from a nearby lab." I purposely avoided my specific position. I might as well tell as much truth as possible. "I heard about your son. I believe I can save him, but you may not see him again. Do you wish my help?" I offered. She looked happier but still sad.

"Could you? I would miss him, but I guess I'd rather he live and not see me than die…" she turned inside to fetch him while I marveled at how easy that was. She came back to the door with a young boy, about one year old. According to the directions that should work…

"Here, his name is Seth. Please take good care of him…" she said as she let the Growlithe say good bye, and then handing him to me. That woman must really want her child to live to give him to a complete stranger, I thought.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I will take as great care of him as I can." I said as I left. I heard the Growlithe bark sadly as I left with Seth, but he to seemed to know that he would be in better care with me. I got on Pidgeot's back and flew towards the lab to show Seth to Doofenshmirtz.