Hello everyone. I'm sorry for the long way. I've been very busy with things. I've been helping Mom when I'm home with her a lot more now. I quit school you see because of some "things" that happened. So I can spend more time with both Mom and Dad. I spend my time helping Mom, as she hurt her back and can't do a lot of things now.. When I go to Dad's house, I spend time with him and have fun.

Writer's block also has a part to play in my long waits to update something. Curse you writer's block!

But, I'll try and update as best I can.

Yet again, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Now, here's the next Chapter. ^^

Chapter 4

No one's POV

Pikachu, Snivy, and Thunder were all walking and having fun. The three friends were playing around the Pokemon center. Everything was going well. Thunder was healing up fast, and soon it wousl be time for them to leave.

Emolga was watching the three of them play. Her black eyes narrowed slightly as she watched. It made he feel sick to see how happy they were. Snivy and Thunder were getting close. Too close for her liking.

The Electric-type Pokemon needed to put her plan into action soon, she knew, or else she would lose out on what she wanted. She just need to get that other Pikachu away from the other two. Then, her plan would begin. The electirc-type squirrel Pokemon flew down from the chair she was sitting on, landing beside the other three Pokemon.

"Oh hey Emolga," Pikachu agreed the other electric rodent.

Snivy glanced at her and nodded a greeting, even if she didn't want to. She hadn't forgotten what had happened between the two of them. How Emolga had almost killed her so she could be with Pikachu. But in the end, the three were just going to be friends. Nothing more. But now that Thunder was here with them, was she going to try something like that again?

"Hello Pikachu, Snivy," she forced the grass-type's name out as if it was foul to her. If even they had to agree to be friends, it didn't mean that Emolga would have to like Snivy, just to put up with her. She turned her gaze on the other Pikachu. For the first time, she saw that this Pikachu was oddly colored. It had yellow fur just like Pikachu did, but there were lightning bolt shaped marks on the yellow fur. Emolga could also see a few scars through the fur.

He must have went through a lot, she realized. All the more perfect for my plan. Give him pity.

"And who's your friend here?"

"This is Thunder," Pikachu replied to her, nodding to the other.

Thunder nodded and gave a slight bow. "Hello there... Emolga was it? It's nice to meet you."

The electric-squirrel Pokemon smiled, a fake smile, but it looked real enough. "It is nice to meet you too."

Snivy crossed her small front paws, still glancing at Emolga. Whatever it was she was up to, she was buying it. Not for a secoud. If she was planning something, the Grass-type was going to figure out what it was. Hopefully before it was too late.

"Hey, are you guys ready to go?" the voice of Ash sounded, making all the Pokemon turn to face him. Emolga cursed under her breath. Her plan would have to wait a litle bit longer. But no matter. She could wait. She just had to keep Thunder from getting too close to Snivy, and even Pikachu.

The Pokemon replied say that they were ready to leave, but it only came out as their own names to human ears. The humans somehow understood and put Snivy and Emolga back into their Pokeballs, leaving Pikachu and Thunder out.

"What are we gonna do about the other Pikachu?" Iris questioned.

"It could come with us till we find its trainer," Ash told her.

Thunder frowned once he heard that. He didn't want to find his trainer again. Not after what he went through. He didn't even want that Liepard to find him. If he had a say so in this, he'd rather say with these nice Pokemon trainers than go back to this old life. Pikachu saw the look on the other's face and patted him on his back, trying to make the other Pikachu feel better.

He smiled and watched as the normal colored Pikachu climbed up onto Ash's shoulder. Memories of doing the same with his very own trainer flashed in Thunder's mind. The oddly colored Pikachu sighed sadly. His trainer use to be nice and caring, until one day. His trainer snapped and starting hurting Pokemon instead of taking care of them. That was the day that he had ran away, and found the Liepard who had made him her slave.

His thoughts were cut short when he felt a pair of hands pick him up. The Pikachu tensed up, but relaxed when he saw that the girl named Iris had picked him up.

"That sounds like a good idea to me," she said. "And maybe if we can't find his trainer, he can stay with us!"

The other two agreed and Thunder smiled, climbing up onto Iris' shoulder as the friends went off and continued on their quest.