You lay on the couch with Luca, the exhausted Lucario sleeping while hugging you in a warm cuddle. The TV blares a commercial for a new medication, some sort of Viagra for older pokemorphs. You watch the scenery of it, an older Ursaring looking sad that he can't get it up before smiling at his Delphox wife and human mate who looks fresh outta high school. It's almost exactly like the one back home excluding the sex slave and animals.

"Hey, Reeder." You are drawn from your thoughts as Harold's voice rings out from the stairs. You lift your head from the pillow and look behind, seeing Harold just barely over Luca's sleeping form.

"Yeah?"

He looks at you like he knows something and it's making you worried. "Can we talk?" He asks.

You feel Luca hug you closer to him, his muzzle resting on top of your head. "Sure I guess." You wiggle out of Luca's grip, the sleeping Lucario wrapping an arm around himself where you used to be. You stretch your arms out and yawn, almost falling asleep with Luca if it weren't for Harold.

Harold waves a paw at you to follow him up the stairs. You feel hesitant, not wanting to be far from Luca in case this goes south. But this is his Father, he wouldn't do something to hurt you, right?

You slowly follow him, making careful steps and staying on guard. He notices that you are on edge and his face seems to flicker to sadness for a second. Soon, you reach his office, a small room with a computer and a desk covered in bills. "Take a seat, there's… A lot I need to ask of you." He says, gesturing to his roller chair.

You stare at the chair then back to the Lucario. You don't like this one bit, but you oblige and sit in the cushioned chair.

Harold closes the door and leans against it. "Reeder… I read your records from orphanage."

You exhale a breath of air in relief. "Oh… that thing." You say, the tension you had built up dissipating.

His expression doesn't change. "Reeder… This is serious, you were left in woods to fend for yourself. You could've starved or had been killed by animals there." He said with his voice full of concern.

"And? It was certainly better than this place." You grumbled, your mood spoiled from Harold reminding you of your capture.

His ears flicked during your remark, subtly upset at your response. "Reeder, the woods is not a place for a human like you to be in. I'm not sure what sick fuck left you, but he should be in prison for what he did." He says, anger dripping from his tone for your "abuser."

"No one left me there."

"What?" Harold mutters, now sounding confused.

"No one. Left me there." You say with extra emphasis. You fold your arms as you grow bored and annoyed from this talk.

Harold looks at you for any faults; any clue that you are lying or hiding something. "Then why were you in the forest with no clothes or Pokémorphs?"

"Why should I tell you? No one seemed to believe me, or even cared when I told them. How are you any different." You lean back in the seat and continue your annoyed act.

"Because I care about the boy my son fell in love with." He steps away from the door and moves a bit closer to you. "Please Reeder…" He begs, moving a paw over his heart. "I just want to help you."

You want to brush him off and tell him to go fuck off, but you might as well humor him and let him think you're insane. "Fine then." You sit back up and look at him in his red eyes. "I'm not from this place."

His left ear tilts and he gives you that same confused look Luca gives you. "Of course you're not from here." He says in a manner that you would, when someone states the obvious.

"Not in that sense." You point to the ceiling. "I mean in a more elaborate way."

He looks at your finger, then up, then back at your finger. "So you're a human from space? That's ridiculous!"

You stand up from the chair and sigh. "I knew it, different person and it's the same shit." You walk past the Lucario, but he stops you by grabbing your hand.

"Wait Reeder. I didn't mean to upset you, I just-"

You tug your hand away and cut him off. "What? Want to mock me and send me off to a mental asylum? I already had my share of "help," So thanks, but fuck off." You stomp off and open the door, walking right into the fluffy chest of your mate.

"Um… Hey love…" He says awkwardly, caught listening in on your conversation.

You groan and move past him, not wanting to deal with anyone right now. The house echos as you slam the door shut behind you and lock yourself inside Luca's bedroom. You look out his bedroom window for a moment, seeing the stars in the sky twinkle just like they did back home. You growl and shut the curtains, leaving the room pitch black as you slip into the bed and drift into a dreamless sleep.

Luca and Harold stand in silence at your tantrum, waiting for the house to stop echoing before muttering a word. "I should check on him…" Luca says in a near whisper, quietly walking away from his dad.

He knows what you did, insulting and ignoring his dad. But you also mentioned something else… something about not being from here. Whatever it is, he just hopes you're alright.

He tries to twist the knob open, but instead it rattles on the door, refusing to turn.

He locked the door…

Luca fishes around his pockets and pull out his house keys, remembering how often he locks himself out of his room.

A quick insert and twist, the door opens into the dark bedroom. He sees the lump in his bed, the blanket rising and falling with your breathing. "Hey Reeder… You awake?" He asks in a hushed voice, gently shutting the door behind him.

You don't move and remain silent.

Luca sighs and gently climbs onto the bed, slipping under the covers and wrapping his arms around you. He holds you to his chest, a paw petting your hair and another rubbing your back. "You feeling alright, my mate?"

You groan and cover your eyes under his tan fluff, refusing to look at him. "Why does it matter?"

"Because you matter to me." He says, never once stopping his petting. "I heard what Dad said about you."

You know where this is gonna lead to, it's always to mockery and-

"And I believe you."

What…

"What?" You mutter, looking at the Lucario in disbelief.

He chuckles, giving your shocked face a little peck on your lips. "You always were a strange human at school."

You groan and punch his shoulder, making Luca laugh. "And always quick to violence, certainly not like the other boys."

You can feel his leg intertwined with yours, his tail gently rubbing your thigh. "Y-Your point?" You stutter, feeling your face blush from his increasing touches to your body.

He cups your cheek and rubs his thumb across it. "My point is your special Reeder. Whether you're from here or outer space, I don't care. I just want to be with you 'til my dying breath."

'Til my dying breath… You feel like a sudden weight is dropped on your chest, the reality of being stuck here hitting you like a brick. You are never going home and you are going to die here… You clench your eyes as a tear drips down your cheek only to be stopped by a blue paw.

You hug Luca, surprising the canine with the rare affection. No more tears, no more hate, just numbness. You reached the end of the road of your emotions. Given all you have to give. Well… almost.

You lock lips with the Lucario, his red eyes widening and his voice moaning before laxing and enjoying the kiss. At least you won't be alone when your time comes…