Starsea: Sorry about the wait! It was kind of a difficult chapter for me to write, and I was brainstorming ideas for the story.

Sunny: Actually, that's true. At least, mostly.

Starsea: See!

Storm: . . .

Sunny: What?

Storm: She . . . is planning on doing mean things to me . . .

Sunny: Oh that's right!

Starsea: *Giggle*

Storm: *Blushing* Shut up! You're really mean!

Starsea: *Grins*

Sunny: *Sighs* Alright. Our first review comes from Species Unknown! We went ahead and fixed the error you noticed. Thanks!

Starsea: Next is from Mr.001! Thanks for the review! Every one helps!

Storm: The next review is from damzero. Thanks for the review. We'll do our best to keep more chapters coming!

Starsea: I figured I'd address the next one by myself. The next review comes from Kit. I'll do my best to lengthen the chapters. Also, like I said, I'm not giving up on Twisted Tails! I'm going to do my best to get those chapters done and make them good! It might be a little while, but they will come!

Sunny: Lastly, TheDudeManPerson. Thank you very, very much for this review!

Starsea: *Takes Badge* Thanks! I'll try my best to keep up to your expectations! Awesome review, and very inspirational! *Hangs up review on the Writer's Wall of Reviews*

Storm: . . . I'm gonna leave the room. I will do it.

Storm reaches out for the door handle.

Sunny: Just wait until my chapter's done. I'll probably come with you.

Starsea: Why would you want to leave the Writer's Room?

Storm: It's . . . kind of small. I mean, there's the beanbag chair, four walls, and a desk and a couple chairs.

Sunny: And then there's the door.

Starsea: The door?

Storm: The door is everything. All that once was and all that will be.

Sunny: The door controls time and space!

Storm: Love and death!

Sunny: The door can see into your mind!

Storm: The door can see into your soul!

Sunny: . . . Are you guys really quoting Charlie the Unicorn?

Sunny: . . . Maybe. But really, what is out there?

Starsea: I'd better stop this before this gets out of hand. I don't own Pokemon. I also don't own Charlie the Unicorn, which is owned by SecretAgentBob.

Chapter Seven: Sunny

I looked down the street from my window. It was noon, and I was waiting for Storm to show up. My egg was downstairs where I was sitting, a towel wrapped around it. I was careful not to touch it. I looked at my watch. It was perfectly timed, and I couldn't change it.

I tapped at the windowsill and was getting anxious. I was expecting his ridiculous hair to come down the street on top of his grinning face any second. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. Where was he?

Almost as soon as I'd thought it, I saw him coming down the sidewalk, with a black backpack on his back. I was expecting him to walk down my walkway, but he passed my house.

I knocked on the window and waved to get his attention. He looked towards me and waved back. I smiled and shook my head. He walked to my door, and I let him in.

"Sorry!" he said, grinning sheepishly. "I . . . kind of forgot where your house was."

"That's what I thought . . ." I said, arms crossed. He walked in and put his backpack carefully on the ground.

"Is that the egg?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah. It was a pain to get out of the house. You should've seen my mom. She was like, 'What's in the bag?' And I was like, 'It doesn't matter. Just stuff.' And she wanted to know what was inside, and wanted me to open it."

"You need to learn how to lie better. You should've said something like that you were going to study at a friend's house."

"She wouldn't believe that if I told her a thousand times." He didn't say anything else on the subject. I shook my head.

"Let's see the egg," I urged. He opened the backpack and pulled out a yellow and black egg. I gulped when I saw that he was holding the egg with his bare hands.

"Here it is," he said.

"Let's wrap it to keep it warm," I said. I went into my bathroom and grabbed a towel. I glanced myself in the mirror. In just a moment, I saw my features change, my face becoming more feral and animal like in shape. I became the animal in the mirror, and I felt myself panic.

But then, I returned to normal. I shook my head and took the pale blue towel down to where Storm was. I gave him the towel, which he wrapped around his egg.

"It didn't shock you again?" I asked.

"No. I guess it was just a one time thing," he said. "Go ahead. Try it."

I reached out to my egg and carefully brushed my finger against the peak that was poking out of the towel. Nothing. I tapped it. Still, nothing. I sighed with relief.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I just don't want that to happen again."

I gave him a plastic chair to sit on. We were silent for a few moments before I asked, "What do you think are in the eggs?"

His answer was surprisingly immediate. "Pokémon."

That seemed completely ridiculous. But then I thought more. In the past night alone, I'd seen a lightning bolt come out of this person's hands, turned into a . . . something, and nearly lost my mind. I was thinking that maybe I should see if he was right.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"I'll show you," he said. "Do you have a computer?"

I nodded. "It's a laptop. Follow me." I stood up and walked into the computer room. The carpet was green, and contained two bookcases, mainly on archeology. A desk with a laptop connected by a charger into the wall was sitting in the northeast corner. I opened the laptop, and waited for it too boot up. Storm stood next to me, watching.

With a few whirrs and clicks, the thin laptop showed the password screen. I typed in the quick password, making sure Storm couldn't see, and the homepage showed up. I gestured for him to come in front of me, and he clicked on the internet. He went to Google, and typed in, "Pokemon" into the search engine. We waited, and the first thing that came up was a website that had a list of all the different Pokémon that were ever in the games or on the show.

"There's a picture here, somewhere. I remember it from when I was a kid. Hold on . . ." He scrolled down the list, skimming over the names of each Pokémon. He stopped.

"There we are," he said, clicking on the link. I stared in shock at what I saw. It was literally a reflection of myself. Well, at least what I looked like the night before. It was a little different, as far as the color goes, but other than that it was incredibly similar.

"But that's . . ." I stammered. "It's . . ."

"Yeah," said Storm. He looked closer at the screen. "It says that it's called . . . Eevee."

"It looks a little different than before."

"Hold on," he said scrolling down. At the bottom of the screen, there were images of several different Eevees. The only thing was, some of them were a different color than the rest.

"That's exactly what . . . This is impossible."

I couldn't believe it. I'd turned into something from a game! That . . . thing shouldn't even exist!

"How did . . ." I shook my head to clear the confusing ideas and thoughts.

"It kind of looks like your egg," Storm suggested. I froze. It did look like my egg. The colors matched exactly.

"Hmm . . ." Storm said, thinking. "If you can turn into an Eevee, then what am I able to do?"

I wanted to slap him. "What the hell do you think?" I asked. "You shot a lightning bolt at me!"

"Yeah . . . but does that mean that I'll turn into a Pokemon too?" he wondered. "Or what?"

I didn't think of that. "Maybe you will, but you might not."

"I wonder . . ." he mumbled.

A thought occurred to me. "So tell me what happened yesterday."

He looked at me. "What?"

"What happened after you got the egg? And what else was in the box?"

He thought. "I don't know. There was the watch and the pill, and the note and the egg. And I think that was pretty much it. Oh, and the Pokeball."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I got, too. But I can't change the time, and it doesn't do anything when I do this -" I twisted the face of the watch. "I can't change the time, but it's actually perfectly timed, so it doesn't matter. I figured that out this morning."

"Really?" he said, pulling out his watch. It was digital, and was the color of his egg. He held it out to mine. The seconds ticked by at the exact same moments.

"How did they get them to sync that well?" he asked aloud. I had no idea, so I said nothing to that.

"Let's go back to the living room," I suggested. He nodded. It was getting cramped up in the office. We walked back to the table and sat down.

"What else happened when you got the package?" I asked

"Well, I got the package in the morning, and I opened it after I got back home from school. I passed out, but when I woke up . . . It was weird. It felt like I had pins and needles all over my body. Then I just walked around my room until my mom went to sleep. I don't even really know why I went to the forest in the first place."

"I felt like I needed to leave, too," I said. "It was terrifying after I got there, though. That's when I . . ." I wasn't willing to say the rest.

"Yeah. It was weird."

I waited a while before responding. "Do you think there are others?"

"I don't know. There might be, but I wouldn't count on it," Storm replied.

I was scared. I didn't know it at the time, but ahead of me was an incredibly big adventure full of mystery and excitement and plenty of confusion, and although it might be somewhat of a cliche, it really does explain exactly what happened the best.

"I just want to know what the hell is happening," I said.

Storm shook his head, and then seemed to remember something. "Oh yeah! After I got home, I . . . kind of turned off our power by accident . . ." he smiled sheepishly.

"You used your power again?" I asked.

"I guess. I wonder if I could do it now . . ."

"Don't try it in here. I don't want you messing with our electricity."

He nodded. "You have a back yard, right?"

I gestured to the back door. He nodded and got up. I followed him. He opened the door and with a light squeak, it opened. I closed it behind us. My yard was pretty average sized. It was fenced in with wooden posts, so you could only barely see into our neighbor's yards through tiny cracks in the wood. Storm stood in the middle of the yard and stuck his hand out. He focused on it for a moment, then stopped.

"I'm not sure if this'll work," he said.

"Maybe it will. Just concentrate," I told him. "You'll be able to do it, I'm sure."

"Why don't you try with me?" he asked. I flinched.

"No thanks. I'd rather not."

"Why? You seriously have the coolest power ever! I mean, come on."

"I lost myself. I literally had no clue who the hell I was," I tried to explain. "No way do I want to go through that again. You can go ahead and try without me."

He seemed annoyed, but sat down on the grass. He had a one way staring match with his hands. I sat down on our back porch and watched him. He was doing his best to get that electricity to show up again, but he didn't have any luck.

I lied back and looked up at the clouds. I felt lost. All of this stuff was happening so fast. My brow automatically furrowed. I swear one of the clouds looked exactly like an Eevee. I closed my eyes as soon as I could. I nearly fell asleep, but then I heard something that snapped my eyes open.

"I did it!" Storm yelled. I sat up.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he stood up and jumped onto the porch. "It was only a few sparks, but you can really see them! Watch!"

I looked at his hands. He held them near each other and rubbed them together. He slowly brought them apart. I blinked as strings of bright, yellow strands of miniature lightening crossed between them.

"See? I can do it!" He was ecstatic. I couldn't believe that I'd seen that. I shook my head.

"This is really impossible," I whispered. I was desperate to figure out what was happening.

"All right," he said. "Now we should just . . . just . . ." Storm's eyelids fluttered, and his head nodded downwards. "Jus-s . . ."

"You okay?" I asked. He didn't answer. He looked like he was about to fall over. I grabbed his shoulder so he wouldn't tumble to the ground.

"Why don't you sit down?" I asked. I got him sitting down cross-legged on the porch, and it was good I did. He tilted his head down and his breathing deepened. It took me a second to realize that he was asleep. I raised my eyebrow. It seemed really strange for him to just fall asleep right there.

"Hey Storm," I said. Nothing. I tapped him on the shoulder. He jolted awake.

"Hmm?" he asked, half awake.

"Are you alright?" I asked. "You just passed out."

He nodded. "I'm exhausted . . ." he said.

"You need to lie down?" I asked. He shrugged and got up. I took that as a yes. He almost fell down again, but I steadied him.

"I think it's using your powers," I said. "You'll probably need to build up stamina."

He nodded at me halfheartedly. "Probably." I got him onto my couch before he fell asleep again. I sighed and sat next to the eggs. I stared at mine. It made me curious. I wanted to know why the egg came to my house in the first place. I felt something as I stared at it. I couldn't explain it.

I placed my hand on the egg. Somehow, all of those negative feelings for it seemed to fade away into nothing. I rubbed it with my hand. It was warm. There was something else. I put my ear to the egg and waited.

I could hear a heartbeat.

Starsea: Again, sorry for the wait! I hope you liked it!

Sunny: Hehehehe . . . I can't wait for the later chapters.

Storm: Be quiet! Seriously! I can't control what she does!

Starsea: Don't worry, Storm. Bad things are going to happen to Sunny too.

Sunny stops laughing.

Sunny: Like what?

Starsea whispers in Sunny's ear. Her eyes open wide.

Sunny: Please don't . . .

Starsea: I think you'll like this. *Whispers the same thing into Storm's ear*

Storm: Alright. *Grins* That makes up for it a little.

Starsea: Now, emoticon time! Don't forget, when you leave a review, you get a smiley emoticon. You can also request a special emoticon, and the character to give it to you. By the way, Species Unknown, I'm probably going to PM you your emoticon. Again, no guarantees. Here's your smiley face! :)

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Sunny: . . . And damzero, here's your emoticon. :)

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Starsea: Again, thank you very much for reading my story, Three Presents! I'll see you next chapter! And I'll try to make it a lot sooner!