Get Out, Lance! Girls Only!
Chapter 8

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Snow covered the ground that early winter morning. A gentle wind picked up cold white dust off the ground, twirling it in the air. Bird pokemon chirped and called out their morning greeting. The weak winter rays from the sun leaked through the frost glazed windows of a two story cabin. The sweet scents of morning enlightened the senses of the Gale Family. Outside battle cries of dragon pokemon could be heard along with the battle cries of the electric, fire, water, ice, fighting/steel, and psychic pokemon. Lance was training his and Jasmine's pokemon. It had been two months since the frightening ordeal of the kidnapping.

Over in the laboratory of Professor William Gale, Prof. Gale was busy at work. Beside him stood a Espeon with a scarred eye, eagerly helping him out by fetching tools. William was tinkering at a brand new pink watch like device.

"Well Lucky, this Poketch was meant to be for Jasmine's 17th birthday. But I'd say certain times call for certain measures." sighed William as he wiped a stream of sweat from his brow.

He then placed the screwdriver down, picking up a cup of coffee. He was truly tired for he had stayed up quite a few nights when he could to work on his invention, a cloaking device that would shroud a PokeMorph's appearance and only work for the rightful owner with the same DNA code. This was to be for his daughter who was just off the breathing mask yesterday. Lucky gave a pleased wag of his slender, forked tail with a equally pleased yip. The ruby on his head shined bright with a crimson sheen under the warm embrace as he felt his master's hand stroking his pink fur.

"Espeon!~" he barked softly out of contentment.

Jasmine was his master's kin and being the protective, loyal pokemon he was, he wanted to help anyway he could to make things easier for his master's family.

Upstairs in Jasmine's room was looking over young Jasmine's condition. Each touch was careful and gentle as possible. The last thing the doctor wanted was to cause the mutated teen anymore agony. "Well, you sure are healing quicker then expected. Normal somebody in critical would take much longer to reach your level, hon."

Jasmine glanced up, wincing a bit from the sharp, dagger like stinging sensations all over her body. Some of the bandages had been removed for the less menacing wounds. Her left leg was bandage free as well as her right arm, and head. An IV was still attached to her hand as her head hanged low as she sat on her bed. She still felt very tired and weak but it seemed there was a plus to her mutation. Her body's natural healing abilities had been increased by twice as much as the normal human being thanks to the Umbreon DNA. It seemed that the DNA of the Umbreon Team Rocket used knew Moonlight, an attack that caused the rings to glow with a healing light. Slowly, she lifted her head back up, placing a pony tail near the end of her hair.

"Yeah, and it feels good not having that stupid mask on anymore." she said softly, her voice still scratchy from a strained throat.

"Well, just take it easy still. You can breath on your own but you are still not out of critical condition completely yet. Push yourself too hard and you'll just end up back on that mask you hate so much." staid sternly, shaking a pen at Jasmine. The young doctor then left fresh bottles full of medication before leaving the room. Her patient in turn having a bitter expression on her maw, sharp, lean, long canine teeth clear as day.

The door then creaked open, a grass type, fox like pokemon slinking through the crack. It's soft pale green left carried a gorgeous sheen in the weak morning light. The leaf like tail and ears twitching with excitement as joy shined in the bold, soil colored eyes.

"Leaf, Leafeon.(Hi, Jasmine.)"barked the female Leafeon.

Folllowing close behind was a lean, slender, athletic woman in her 30's. Her orange, shoulder length hair was damp with lake water as a towel draped over her shoulders. Mischief and love shined in her hazel eyes.

"Hey, how's my baby feeling?" asked Jasmine's mother as she went over, caressing her daughter's head as she sat down.

A warm smile spread on the young trainer's face, the rings on her body glowing from excitement. Her ears perked at being able to understand her mother's Leafeon.

"I'm doing batter, but everything still hurt. And being able to understand pokemon is going to take some getting used to." said Jasmine as she clenched the lilac colored blanket in her arms. Her appearance alone was going to take getting used to for everybody in her family. "Mom, think you can help me out? I need to get my top off."

"Agreed. But your father is making you something, but no idea what it is though." sighed Sierra.

At hearing her daughter's question she gave a gentle nod and with great care gently took the top off and grabbed the fresh dressings. But at hearing the door open she turned her head. It was Lance.

Lance saw the sight of his girlfriend-his best friend-with Sierra Gale by her side, bandage roll in hand. The champion looked on from Jasmine to her mother and back out of confusion. He looked utterly flabbergasted!

"Is this a bad time?" he asked nervously.

Jasmine's eyes turned wide as she hastily covered her front with the blanket she held again, standing on her feet. Her face was blushing to no end out of embarrassment. The dried blood that soiled her current dressings was clear as day as anger shined in her shocked eyes.

"Get out, Lance! Get out!" she snarled loudly as the rings on her body glowed with a harsh, eerie blue light. Franticly Jasmine grabbed a spare pillow, tossing it at Lance.

Flinching, the red head swiftly retreated, closing the door behind him before the pillow could land it's mark. Lance had seen Jasmine get angry but was nuts!

"I'll take that as a yes." Lance's embarrassed voice came clear from behind the door. He then retreated back down stairs.

With a groan she sat back down, the excitement had been a bit too much for her recovering body. So, she choice to stay silent as her mother took off the old bandages and put the new ones on. Once done she took her pants off and put on a soft, silky blue-green night gown with her mother's help and laid back down in bed, a pale rose colored house coat beside her along with crouches.

"Thanks mom." sighed the Umbreon PokeMorph.

"No problem at all honey," Sierra then pecked her daughter on the cheek. "You are a strong one, I'm just happy to have you safe and sound." she said as she left the room.

Shade opened a single blue eye, leaving the other closed shut in response to the door closing. A yawn escaped him as he stretched out his legs in a stiff, clumsy manner before curling back up into a ball of black and blue fur. Contently, he listened to the sounds outside as his trainer opened the window a crack. A smile spread on his face as he glanced at Jasmine before going back to sleep.

Things were peaceful again.