A/N. And another chapter! By the way… I forgot what chapter/episode number I'm on… and another note, I'm sorry for any random… weird twists. I promise it wasn't planned, I swear! But the story just took a couple of weird turns, and I tried to tell it to stop honest, but the story was all like "Bitch please! This is more interesting!" And then bitch slapped me and sent me to the Corner of Shame. I'm sorry, but sometimes stories take a life of their own, and this one just did that… Don't kill me! PLEASE!

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Episode 7: A Child Found?


Admittedly, Silver had never been one much for hospitals and similar places, though he could stand being in a pokémon center for longer than five seconds. The sterile white rooms made him feel claustrophobic and brought up rather jarring memories from his childhood, those dark days when he and Green were still being held captive by Pryce and forced to undergo vicious training to further the man's wild dreams. That was behind him now though, and if Gold were currently present was sure he'd never hear the end of it. Scarred as the Breeder was, he liked to bury his problems and make an annoyance of himself to distract others from theirs.

As things stood now, Gold was the very reason he was in a hospital in the first place.

He had no idea as to what exactly that pokémon had done, but the human brain was a tricky, sensitive organ that was essential for a person to live, and while Gold wasn't dead, Silver certainly wouldn't consider him alive and well. At least, not until he was up and annoying the ever living daylights out of everyone again. Ever since the mission had gone wrong, and they'd somehow managed to pull out a victory despite the number of issues and metaphorical walls that had stood in their way, Gold had been in a sort of vegetative state, not dead, and clearly still alive, if the doctors were to be believed.

They weren't entirely sure what was wrong with the trainer, and considering that what had caused the issue was a powerful psychic attack fired directly at what had have been his mind, there was no telling when the boy would wake up, or if he even would. It was beyond anything modern medicine was capable of, and without a psychic equal to or more powerful than the one that had caused it, Gold was far beyond anyone's help.

And what Silver would have given for the boy to be his lively, extremely sporadic and spontaneous self. Because watching the normally overly confident trainer lay lifeless in a too big bed in a too white room was a strange sight that Silver was sure he'd never get used to.

"How you holding up?" Came the question that shook him from his rather depressing thoughts, some odd expression on his face he was sure as he met familiar blue eyes.

"Oh… Hey Blue…" Came the slightly stunned reply. He'd be too hyped on adrenaline to really truly think about Gold's condition, and when they'd finally gotten him to a hospital, and the doctors had given the group their final diagnosis, it was safe to say that Silver had gone into shock for a bit. He might've passed out at some point, maybe fainted as embarrassing as that sounded, but his memories of the events that came after the news of Gold's health were fuzzy at best, and a downright mystery at worst. He just couldn't seem to remember, and much like a good portion of his childhood, he probably didn't want to remember.

"Hey… Anything?" The older trainer questioned again, gaze drifting from the red head towards the familiar head jet black hair, made even more dark against the sheer white of the hospital sheets. Blue's face wrinkled up at the sight, clearly finding it just as strange and disconcerting as Silver did. It all screamed of quiet.

Gold was never quiet.

"It… It feels wrong…" He found himself saying, probably still sounding like he was in shock. He certainly felt like it, unable to wrap his head around all of it for even a second.

"As it should… It is wrong… And unfortunately there's nothing we can do to fix this until that pokémon wakes up." Blue ground out the last part, a sneer on his face as his hands clenched. He quickly folded his arms against his chest, a swear somewhere at the tip of his tongue as he leaned against the doorframe and turned to look out into the hall. Silver couldn't blame him for it, he wished he could do the same. But he felt like he had no right, like Gold's current condition was his punishment for being the idiot he had been when he let his father get away.

He should've known something like this was going to happen eventually, Giovanni would not sit back and stay quiet once he knew that Red was out of the picture. But Red hadn't been out of the picture. He'd been up on Mt. Silver, training with Gold and occasionally Silver when he dared to join the two up at the peak of that Arceus forsaken mountain, pushing each other to become stronger, so that when his father did inevitably rear his head again, all manner of evil plots and diabolical schemes and a veritable army at his back, they'd be ready to take him and Team Rocket down again.

"Don't." The voice came unexpectedly once again; causing Silver to look at Blue like the man had grown a second head, blinking in confusion and feeling a little bit like an idiot.

"Huh?"

"You're doing that thing again, where you blame yourself for whatever it is that insane man you're just unfortunate enough to have to call a father did." Blue explained, expression serious as he stared the younger down. "Don't."

"S-Sorry…"

"And don't apologize!" He scolded again, snorting before continuing. "It's not like you." Silver somehow managed to find a bit of laughter himself, sounding tired as the little bits of chuckles and snickers made their way past his lips, before he sobered up again.

"I just wish it had been me instead."

"Yes, and then Gold will be the one sitting there in that seat worrying over you and wishing it had been him instead."

"At least he'd be conscious."

"And you wouldn't, which would put us in no better a position." Blue countered, tone having a sense finality about it as he quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at the Trader. Silver merely huffed, not willing to continue the argument, and unable to admit that maybe he'd lost that just a tiny bit, before their attention was drawn to a strangely cheerful, yet terribly annoying song. It was out of place and horridly sudden, causing the two to look at each other confused before Blue patted himself down and pulled out his pokénav finally. He quirked an eyebrow at the device as the rather irritating song grew louder in volume, before sighing and shaking his head with a roll of the eyes. "That is the last time I let Green borrow my pokénav."

Silver immediately burst into laughter, tears spilling from his eyes as he held his sides, suddenly feeling a lot better than he had in a little while.

"And what did you think would happen?" He asked, words just barely intelligible amidst his uncontrolled guffaws. "This is Green we're talking about here, Green. If I let her, she'd put pink bows in my hair, put me in a frilly dress and call me Princess Silverena for a whole entire day, then take pictures to blackmail me with later. Just be glad that's all she did."

"Don't remind me… And Princess Silverena?"

"Just an example, now answer that before I take it and give it to my feraligator to use as a chew toy." Blue stared at the device for a split second, looking like he was actually considering letting the younger do just that, before heaving an exasperated sigh and pressing a button, bringing the device to his ear.

"Hello? Blue speaking…" the elder answered, turning to walk out of the room for a bit as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the call. "What?! Seriously?!" There was a beat of silence then, Silver looking at the other's back in confusion at the sudden exclamation. "Ok, be right there!"

"What is it?" Silver asked as Blue turned around, rushing back to grab the younger's arm and drag him out of the room. "Blue!"

"C'mon, we've got no time!"

"Blue… BLUE!" Silver yelled, yanking his arm from the other's tight grip and taking a step back, glaring at the other warningly. "What was the phone call about?" Blue huffed, clearly exasperated with his behavior, before rolling his eyes and snatching the younger's arms up again, resuming his near ceaseless pulling. "Blue!"

"Didn't I say we need to hurry?"

"What for?"

"Because!" Blue snapped back, yanking the other forward, before breaking off in a run that almost had Silver being dragged across the linoleum floors. "It's that experiment… Latia, Lania… Lamia, whatever she's called. She's awake!"

Silver's eyes widened at that bit of news, and suddenly Blue was the one being dragged instead of him.


She couldn't remember much of anything, or in all honesty, she remembered nothing at all. She didn't remember how she'd gotten into this strange building, filled with strange beings that she somehow knew were humans, but not much else beyond that. She knew she wasn't human, though she had a feeling that at one point that hadn't been true. She also knew that if she stayed in this room with a strange mirror and way too much clutter, something was going to explode and it wouldn't necessarily be her fault.

Ok, maybe it would.

But could one blame her when not a single person she'd seen so far would tell her anything? She'd asked the seemingly nice lady clad in baby pink and wearing an apron, but the woman had just cooed at her, gently petted her head and instructed her to go back to sleep. She'd asked the pokémon that seemed to assist the lady as well, but that one had just given her a rather strange look before doing the same exact thing its human partner had done.

In fact, a lot of the people who seemed to work in this strange place had a strange habit of treating her like a newborn child, and frankly if one more person cooed at her like that, she couldn't be held accountable for anything that would follow afterwards. No matter how soothing the action was supposed to be.

"Right this way," came the increasingly familiar voice, gentle as the woman opened the door to the otherwise locked room, motioning several humans into the room. She didn't think she'd ever seen them before, and compared to the sickly sweet women that littered the place they were a rather welcome change of scenery, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she somehow knew them, and maybe in a not-so-okay way. "She's been conscious for a while actually, but we just discovered the fact this morning."

"Why didn't you report this sooner? That pokémon's dangerous!" One of the humans said, tone scolding as he glared the woman down a bit through unruly brown hair that struck her as increasingly familiar.

"She wasn't hostile if that was what you were worried about," the nurse replied, not at all perturbed by the rather rude response, clearly used to being yelled at by easily irritated guests. "In fact, since the first nurse came in to check on her, she's been rather docile and over all cooperative. She let us change her bandages and check on her physical health with little to no fuss at all, and even took very well to being petted." She explained, running a gentle hand along her neck, causing her to purr slightly.

While she might have held no end of complaints for the silly baby talk, getting a good scratch behind the ears was not unwelcome in the least, and no one ever said that she had to embarrass for purring like the animal she was.

This new group of humans seemed to think somewhat differently however, staring at her like she'd done something wrong, though whatever it was went entirely over her head. A rather strange looking creature that had been sitting on one of the humans' shoulder was the first to recover from the shock of her actions, and immediately clambered down, darting across the room quickly to join her on the little bed she'd found herself on when she'd first woken up in the strange room.

"Hey." The creature greeted, seemingly friendly at first, though something inside her told her to be wary of the mouse-like being before her. She put on a smile anyways though, small and tentative as she returned the greeting.

"Hi," she nodded, wiggling herself deeper into the bed, before looking up at the mouse. "Who are you?" She asked, trying not appear to overbearing as she looked up at the other inquisitively. He seemed older than her, even though he was definitely smaller, and she definitely felt pretty young, though she couldn't a guess as to how many years she'd been alive. She knew how to talk, so she couldn't be that little, but still.

The creature looked at her, expression confused, before he turned back to the human, probably his partner. They exchanged a look, something passing between the two that she couldn't understand quite yet, and she looked between them eagerly, hoping for someone to finally explain something to her. The pokémon, because that was what the creature was, just like the ones that helped the humans in pink dresses and white aprons, and herself, turned back to her.

"Pikachu, but my human, that would be Red, the boy with the scarlet eyes, calls me Pika." He answered finally, extending a tiny paw out to her. She shuffled a little in her bed, because at this point she was fairly certain she could claim it as her bed, before suddenly giving the yellow mouse a hug. The group of humans stood stunned, watching in shock as she cooed over the creature. Seeing the pokémon with its red cheeks and mostly yellow body brought back feelings of fondness, and coupled with the feeling of nostalgia that the pokémon's name brought on as well, caused her to feel truly happy, though she quickly realized what she was doing and put the poor thing down.

"S-Sorry…" she apologized quickly, hiding her embarrassment in the sheets of the bed as the pokémon brushed itself off and stared at her in complete confusion for a moment.


Pika blinked, shaking his head at the sight that met him once he got over the surprise that was a hug from a pokémon that had been, just a few scant days prior, trying to paint the cliff face walls with his trainer and companions, before a small smile came upon his face and he gently patted her on the head in reassurance. He remembered the collar, clear as day even from the safe confines of his pokéball; metal and difficult to break, and clearly meant to last, though it had crumbled rather quickly under the sheer power that was Entei's Eruption attack, even when the legendary had been at half health from the earlier earthquake the pokémon had caused. If the scars the pokémon nurses had found littering this child's neck were any clue, than the collar had been used multiple times for long periods. It had rubbed and chaffed the skin, and she was lucky it hadn't gotten infected, but then he doubted that the scientists of Team Rocket would've let their precious experiment get sick so easily.

Because that was what she had been to them, a successful experiment to further their sick leader's demented ambitions. But to Pika, in the short interaction he had with this child, that was clearly what she was; a child, who'd been raised in an unsafe, abusive environment, and was lucky enough to make it out of there alive. It was no wonder that there in that lab, wearing that collar which had probably been designed to bring out the worst, most aggressive parts of her, and forced against her will to cause mass destruction when she'd probably only wanted to escape, she'd grown to hate humans with a passion. He almost couldn't blame her for what she'd done to Gold.

But then again, it hadn't been the child currently burying her face in the pillows and blankets out of embarrassment that had hurt his trainer's student and younger brother figure. It'd been the angry, abused pokémon that had been created from Giovanni's greed and forced to follow the orders of someone almost as insane with power. Team Rocket had hurt her, and in order to stop them, and by association, save her, they'd had to injure her as well. All of that had seemed to have a rather unfortunate result though. And while he was no doctor, and certainly this could be considered a good thing, because it gave this poor pokémon a fresh start, it also meant that there was a chance she could not help fix with her past-self had done.

She had amnesia.

"It's okay," He soothed, patting her on the head, in hopes of giving her some form of comfort, before he turned to his trainer, expression saying all he needed to without a single word needing to exercised. Red's eyes narrowed immediately, and with a short nod, he turned towards his rival, a short, quick conversation passing between the two before Blue turned back to the nurse.

"So how old is she?" Came Yellow's question, curiosity, overcoming in good sense the girl normally possessed as she edged closer towards the creature still attempting to burrow into the sheets. Crystal made some strange, flailing motion in protest, and as the child finally raised her head to catch sight of what the humans were doing, she immediately burst into laughter, tears at her eyes at the rather comical sight the blunette made in the otherwise serene room. Even Pika couldn't help himself, and the two sat there giggling like small children as she stared at them both like they were crazy.

The resident Nurse Joy came in then, much to Pika's amazement, the woman always possessing a strange sense of impeccable timing. She turned to Red with a respectful nod, before squeezing her way between the lower ranking nurse and Blue, to stand near the table. She ran a gentle hand along the pokémon's back, obviously feeling for any injuries that might've been missed during the initial check-up, while at the same time trying to soothe the child and make her more comfortable with the nurse fiddling with her, her discomfort at the sight of yet another new human causing her to burrow even further, if that was at all possible, into the bed.

Joy smiled reassuringly, before gently prying the child's mouth open and checking whatever or fangs were present. She made a sound of discomfort, and the nurse immediately let go, allowing her to shut her mouth with a bit of a snap, though she took the extra effort to make sure that the woman's fingers were well out of the way first, and frowned up at her, a pout on her face.

"From the amount of adult teeth… or rather lack thereof… I'd say not that old at all. Pokémon age a bit differently from humans after all, some age faster, others age slower. This one probably ages slower, so she's still very much a baby in a way. In human years, I'd say she'd be eleven, maybe twelve, could be sixteen depending on what the exact ratio her species follows, but in pokémon years? Little more than two at most, maybe three." The nurse smiled then, bending down to coo at the pokémon as she smoothed back jet black feathers just as dark as his trainer's hair. There'd be a shine to those eventually he was sure, but that would require a lot of effort on the part of whoever decided to train her, and a lot of special care. It was the least of his worries though, with the increasingly irritated look that the child was giving the poor nurse at all the baby talk she was getting. It didn't help at all that Yellow took that information as her excuse to throw all common sense and self-preservation instincts to the wind and start doing the exact same thing.

"What's up with all the baby talk?! I'm not a baby!" she whined then, looking highly disgruntled as the senseless babbling continued. It took everything Pika had to not burst into laughter immediately at the expression at the child's face, and he couldn't but grin as he answered all too happily.

"Oh, but according to the nurse, you very much are!" he contradicted easily, and immediately took that split second of shock the child gave him to escape to the relative safety that was his trainer. Red spared him a glance from corner of his eye, and the pokémon shrugged simply, taking a second longer to watch the pokémon practically have a fit on the bed, before giving up entirely when she realized that he was far out of what she understood as her immediate reach, which was technically a lot farther considering the attack moves she knew, but he wasn't about to point that out anytime soon either.

"What's up?" came the whispered question as a finger scratched at his chin, causing the electric-type to coo slightly before rubbing against his trainer's cheek in a return show of affection.

"It's just as Nurse Joy said. She's just a child," Pika answered, shaking his head slightly as he settled down on his trainer's shoulder. "Red, that's not the pokémon that attacked us and injured Gold. She clearly has no memories of what happened back at that Team Rocket Facility." Red said nothing, still observing the pokémon as it shrunk away from the two healers who were currently crowding her maybe a little too much for anyone's comfort. He still had no clue what had gotten into the blonde, but he'd probably never figure it out anytime soon. "I mean, some part of her probably recognizes all of us, I'm not entirely sure why she hugged me like that though… But Red, that is not the pokémon that Project Nightmare, that Giovanni's madness created."

"So then who is it?" He asked finally, voice still a quiet whisper, one that probably only Silver heard. The boy had hearing that could rival a pokémon's, and was only outmatched by maybe Sapphire. Pika paused for a bit, gaze turning to land on the pokémon before turning back to his trainer to respond.

"I think it's the little girl they used for the experiment."

"You mean the one in the report Silver found?" At this question, Pika frowned thoughtfully. What were the chances that a child that young could survive experimentation for four, five, maybe even six years? He sighed a little, eyes narrowing before he finally chose to answer his trainer.

"Who knows?"


A/N. I'm sorry, okay?! I have no fucking clue where any of that last half came from! The story's possessed I swear! I no longer know where I'm going with this…

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and thanks for reading! Please leave a review, favorites and followings are greatly appreciated, and see ya!