Brock almost didn't make it down the aisle. As soon as May bounced back from maternity leave, she got a call from Brock saying that he had been wrongfully accused of rape and needed help getting am acquittal so he could get married. May believed in his innocence despite Franziska von Karma's solid evidence against him.

The victim in question was Helga Schröcken, a daughter of two gay couple. She and Brock went together on a romantic cruise, then both returned alone. Helga claimed that she was gagged, so she was unable to give consent. Brock said that she gave 100% consent, was drunk and it was beautiful.

There were a few things that May didn't understand? Why did Helga wait five years to file the case against him? Why did Brock need to say she was drunk? There was still a part of May that wondered if Brock was guilty, but she wanted to believe in him so much, that she persevered and managed to get his name cleared.

Franziska hasn't spoken to her ever since Brock's trial. Her Aunt Maya seemed to be busy.

It was a miracle that Brock was getting married. He was a great friend: always looked after her when May needed it. Plus, he was a perfect shopping buddy. He also had a one-track-mind, so the moment a female bachelor caught his eye, his heart skipped a beat and he turned into a different person altogether. With supervision, he is an easy getaway. But without anyone around to discipline him in his pervy moods, things could turn pretty ugly, like the time when his over-the-top flirting caused one of her clients to get framed for murder. The client also turned out to be dating Ash's cousin.

Not many people knew Brock as a drinker. He promised May that after Ash was arrested, that he would never touch alcohol again. This, of course, was a lie. Brock Harrison was drunk: pissed as a fart. His poor new wife, Lucy was oblivious to all the flirting towards the other women. May loved Brock, though he was a great friend, his obsession with women was enough to make her eyes roll.

May followed Brock outside a parking lot. May hid behind the bins, pretending to be on her phone as she spied on him. She never got the chance to speak to him properly at the wedding party. Just a simple thank you for coming and a kiss on the cheek. Watching him try and get his hands into Hannah Wright's dress made her grit her teeth. One one hand she can see Brock doing this. Still, a part of May wished that Brock was not a sexual deviant.

"Brock," Hannah sobbed. "Please don't do this. You've only just been married."

"Oh but it's a free world, baby!"

"I just can't accept your offer."

"You can't knock it until you try it. And why don't you give me a kiss."

"No!"

"Not even an incy wincy one?"

"Brock...I can't."

"Get your filthy hands off her."

"What's it to do with you?" Brock roared. "You're not even married to her anymore."

"A bit rich coming from a man who's JUST GOT MARRIED."

"At least I'm not a mass-murderer."

"Still a million times better than being a paedophile!"

Brock chuckled, crushing his bottle until the glass. "Go home, Luke: you're drunk!"

Luke's eyes daggered at Brock as he hissed, "I know what you've been doing to my god-daughter."

"I didn't know you had a god-daughter. Lucy is the only woman for me!"

"Kylie Suarez?"

"Never heard of her."

"Oh!" Luke pointed the gun at Brock's face. "Looks like the black sheep is telling us a white lie! Give me your phone."

"My phone?" Brock lifts his hands above his head. "What do you want my phone for."

"You have pictures!"

"She's lying!"

"She'd never lie to me," Luke's fingers curl around the trigger. If he pushed any harder, it would seal Brock's doom. "She told me everything. You and Kylie have been talking for years. You groomed her."

Marianne stormed towards the middle of the car park where the two men exchanged glares. Each of them now with a gun in their hands. "What the hell are you doing?" she yelled, marching straight pass May.

Hannah cried out. "Marianne!"

"Go!" Luke hissed. "I'll sort this rascal out."

"Put your gun away," Marianne ordered Luke. "You could have shot Hannah, you idiot."

Luke placed the gun back in his pocket with great reluctance. He pointed at Brock. "This isn't the end you know? If I find out you've been trying to contact Kylie again. I promise you, you'll never see the light of day again!"

Luke stormed off into his car and drove off. Brock threw himself on the floor with both hands around his heart. He panted. "Oh Marianne, thank you so much."

"Piss off ya swine!" Marianne hissed and kicked him in the stomach. "Come on Hannah, let's go!"

May wanted to scurry to Brock and help him out, but she didn't want to get involved in the fight anymore. Even though it appeared to have ended, she didn't know when it would start again. She went down the stairs and made her way back home. Her parents, Norman and Caroline were babysitting, so she hoped that they were all getting on okay. She's sure they'll be fine. Norman was great with kids.

"I'm home!"

"Hush," Caroline whispered. "The girls are asleep."

"Sorry." May tiptoed into the room and sat on the coach. "How's your night been?"

"It's been okay," Caroline admitted with a smile on her face. "Ruby's really found her voice. Sapphire just wants to sleep all day."

"I'd like to sleep all day," Norman said with a yawn. "How was the wedding?"

"It went fine." May decided not to tell them about what she saw in the car park. Knowing Brock, he'll get right up and act as if nothing had ever happened.

"Was Maya there, she was friends with Brock before the trial?"

May shook her head. "I didn't see Maya. Aunt Maya and her girlfriend have been ignoring me ever since the trial. I just don't know what I've done wrong."

"Don't worry about them," Norman said, patting her back. "That's their problem. The Feys and von Karmas have always been sore losers."

"I know she's your only link to your real mother," Caroline said, holding May's hand. "But... you've got us. You've always had us. You may have been adopted, but we still love you. You'll always be our daughter, and nothing will change that."

"I'm sure they'll come and see you again," Norman said. "Any news on Ash? I haven't seen him or heard from since Alola. Has he even seen the kids? I don't recall seeing him at the christening."

"He's around," May lied. "He comes and goes when it suits him."

Norman sighed. "How disappointing..."

"It's all a part of his quest to become a pokémon master," May insisted.

"There are some things that are more important," Norman declared. "Like family. We all worked hard to get where we are. We spent thousands to get you in law school. It took you years to get him out of jail...and this is how he repays you. I'll be having words with him, the next time I see him."

"Dad...please don't do that – he's been having a rough time."

"With that?"

"He hasn't told me," May lied. How could she tell her parents that she married Ash in Hell and that made her the queen of darkness?

"Let's not argue," Caroline told Norman. "Let's go to bed, It's been a long night for all of us."

May was the first to wake up to the news. A man was found dead on the street. Seven suspects had been arrested, one of them was his cousin. It was only when May lifted her head up towards the telly that she recognized some of the faces shown.

"Brock Harrison was found dead outside Pewter City Gym this morning. Isabella Frey, Hannah Evans, Zachary Steele, Marianne McCollough, Rebecca Gales, Ashton Frey and Luke Wright have been arrested in connection with the murder."

The phone rang. May only picked it up because it was Trucy ringing. May couldn't stop panting.

"Hi Trucy..."

"May! Have you seen the news."

"Yeah," May smiled, trying her best to stay optimistic on the outside, though deep down it was killing her inside. "I've just seen it."

"Dad said you can have the day off if you want."

"No, it's fine. I'll come. It's the least I can do. It's my fault he's dead."

"Don't say that!" Trucy begged. "How can it be your fault."

"I saw him having a fight. I should have gone in and saved him. He'd still be here."

"You weren't to know that he'd be killed. But it's okay, they've arrested a bunch of suspects."

"It's not any of them!" May shouted.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just know. I'll be at the office as soon as I can. I gotta defend them all!"

May ended the call with a concerned Trucy on the other end. Just as she was about to put her phone away, the phone rang again. It was an unknown number.

"Hello."

"Hey May!"

"A-Ash!"

"I just called to let you know that Brock's okay. He's with me."

"He's with you?"

"Yeah. He's going to be one of my advisors. Well, it makes sense. He helped me a lot when I was on earth. So he'd be the best person to become my trusted advisor in Hell. Anyway, you better make sure that the guy who did this doesn't get away with it. Okay, I'll talk to you later."