[Author's note: sorry for the long wait. I was stuck on the next chapter and I don't like to submit a chapter until the next one is ready in case I need to fix both of them for continuity sake.]

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or its characters and place names, but in the spirit of fanfiction I own this story and the characters I created around it.

Lemon warning: This story has lemons, so if you're under 18 read something else. Some use of alcohol too.

The Evils of Truth and Love

Sleeping in Grandmother's house was always so comfortable, except this time. Before, I had this room to myself and all of the noisy thoughts of the world were so far away. This time Yuki was crowding me off the futon and Chief had his heavy tail on my stomach. I untangled myself from the others, peeled off the flight suit that I was still wearing and donned a yukata.

I slipped out of the room and went for a bath. Despite my efforts with the shampoo and conditioner, I couldn't straighten my hair. Note to self: kissing a Pikachu is a bad thing. Frustrated with my hair, I gave up, got in the tub and opened the little window to look at the night sky.

Frustration with my hair was the easy part. Under this roof were two newlywed couples with no mental shielding discipline: Brock, once voted the most lecherous man in Kanto, and his wife Duplica, and Misty with her husband Ash who inherited his mother's inhuman sexual stamina.

I could probably wake Yuki and Chief for a midnight fling, but it just wouldn't feel right to do that in this house. I hoped that Saffron Tower would be repaired soon. Soon… soon we'd be in Pallet Town and looking for Chief's mate. If he finds her, he'll take her home. If he doesn't find her, he'll go home anyway.

Yuki must be relieved. She should leave me for what I did. Maybe she will. She's always has been so supportive and tolerant of my behavior. Once the crisis is past she may realize what a flake I am.

The door to the bath opened. Lady Lilith, my grandmother walked in. "I brought you some warm sake, but I think that'll just add to your troubles."

"Yeah, it probably would," I replied as I psychically took the cup.

Grandmother filled the little cup. I took it and drank. The harsh bitter liquid burned me from my nostrils down to my stomach. It took all my willpower to not gag, choke, cough or vomit.

I returned the cup to the tray and offered to pour for my grandmother. She took my offer and drank.

"What is that stuff?" I asked.

"Probably the worst brewed sake of the last century," she replied as she poured me another cup. "It should have been sold as balsamic vinegar, or paint remover."

"Then why drink it?"

"Because when you drink it, it's the only thing that you can think of."

"I can only think of not drinking it."

"That has the same effect," replied grandmother with a little smile. "You've got too much on your mind..."

"I feel like I'm going to lose two relationships soon."

"Probably."

"That isn't very grandmotherly."

"And you're not the typical granddaughter," she replied as she offered me the cup. "Isn't it about time for your fears and paranoia to boil over and make you do something stupid?"

"… I suppose you're right. Do you have a better idea?"

"Enjoy what you have as long as you have it, yet don't take it for granted."

"But when the relationship fails, it hurts even more."

"If the relationship fails," corrected my grandmother. "'When' means that you expect it to fail and so it will. Now get out of that tub and find someone to snuggle with."

"?"

"You own the all of the love hotels in Saffron City, yet you know nothing of romance? Are you denser than Ash Ketchum?"

"His wife calls him 'thick'," I replied as I got up and toweled off.

"Same thing."

"'Thick' is her personal innuendo for the size of his manhood."

"Goodnight Sabrina."

"Goodnight grandmother."

I wrapped myself in the yukata and returned to my room. Chief was sitting by the open window sketching and Yuki was watching over his shoulder.

"Did I wake you two?"

"We we're trying to wake you so you would take a bath," replied Yuki.

"You smelled a little off," replied Chief. "When we realized that the effort needed to wake you wasn't worth a slight improvement of the smell, we fell asleep."

"Slight?" asked Yuki. "She smelled like a men's locker room."

I glared at Yuki. "?"

"I was really good at disguising myself," she replied. "But that's not the point. She smelled bad."

"She may have to a human nose," replied Chief. "But I'm not conditioned to consider those smells as unpleasant."

I took an extra blanket from the closet, bundled up and leaned on Chief's free side to watch him draw. He was putting the finishing touches on a sketch of Spoink and Poliwag. He captured the concern and mirth that those two shared as Spoink dropped his pearl, again.

"If I didn't smell offensive to you, what did I smell like?"

Chief closed his mind and sketched harder.

"You thought I smelled sexy," I purred.

"Actually you smelled like you had sex. But since that subject caused Yuki discomfort, I didn't want to make the point."

"Are you saying I'm jealous?" demanded Yuki.

"I'm saying that I don't understand your relationship, and that I don't want to complicate it with the wrong comment."

"If we're making late night confessions, then I'd like to make mine. I've never really understood relationships either and I usually mess them up. I'm afraid that I'm about to lose two relationships."

"Then it's a good thing that I understand you so well Sabrina. You are so much like Mewtwo and Chief that you could have been their sister," replied Yuki.

Chief turned the page of his sketch book and started a new drawing. The drawing included Mewtwo with a Gengar-like smile and me with my hair doing its Tangela impersonation.

"Don't make yourself look like the normal one. You smiled just like he did," I insisted.

Chief added the goofy smile to his picture as he asked, "How am I like Sabrina?"

"Well… you're both a little distant and detached. At first I thought that Sabrina was just cold, but then I realized that with her ability she has to disconnect from others if she was going to keep her sanity. My ability may not be as strong as hers, but as I came to know more about my students, I realized that I had to place a limit on my connection to them."

I tried to listen to Chief's inner thoughts, but I just found images and calculations of shading and perspective. "You're mentally avoiding something."

"Yes," replied the Mewtwo from another world. "I find drawing a good way to occupy my mind so I don't worry as much."

"Kitten?" asked Yuki.

"Yes and everyone else back home."

"I find a man I can admire for his brains and he has too much of them," I sighed.

Chief probed my mind for the meaning of the joke and gave a little chuckle. "For a moment I thought that you were describing me as a Dodrio."

"Come on," urged Yuki.

Chief paused his drawing, sighed and thought, "There are so many variables in my life that involve Kitten. It seems impossible for another Mewtwo to exist on this world without Sabrina or my twin from knowing. So I must conclude that she isn't on this world. Where do I go next? Or can I go home? If my world's Palkia sent me here to get rid of me, he could prevent me from returning. As much as I admired Kitten and what she did in my world I am torn between building on her legacy and searching for her. If Kitten remembered her past and left, instead of being abducted, then going back would remind me how empty I am. I could go on till morning, but I don't want to upset you two." Chief picked up his pencil and made detailed sketches of the interior of the limousine.

"Now I feel guilty," I admitted.

"Don't be," replied Chief. "You two have been so supportive that I can't thank you enough."

"I feel like I took advantage of you."

"Sabrina feels guilty about sex? Mark the day on the calendar," mocked Yuki.

"It complicates things between Chief and Kitten," I replied.

"That's a little vain. You think that sex with you is enough to change a Mewtwo's mind?"

"…It was my first time," mentioned Chief.

Yuki swore under her breath.

"So that event did make my situation more complicated, but it also made me realize that staying on this world isn't so bad. As long as you two don't fight too much. Otherwise I may have to get one of those balls to hide in."

"We're not fighting," argued Yuki. After Chief and I gave Yuki a stare, she added, "I'm just trying to correct Sabrina's deviant behavior."

"Good luck with that," thought Chief.

"What do you mean by that?" I demanded.

"It's that 'deviant behavior' that she admires so much. If she corrected it, you wouldn't be the person that she loves so much."

"Can we keep him?" asked Yuki.

"If Kitten left you, it's her loss."

Chief gave each of us a kiss on the forehead. I kissed Chief back, while Yuki hugged him. Soon after that, I didn't care that I was in grandmother's house; I just wanted to be with Yuki and Chief.

Chief put away his sketchbook and returned our advances with his amazing fingers and bulbous tail. Yuki and I led Chief back to the futon. Our yukatas were pushed away by three fingered hands. Eventually Yuki and I were holding each other as we gasped for breath. Chief was working his magic on all of our love holes. "If…if we find Kitten, I think that … there's enough of him to go around," I panted.

"Shut up and put that tongue to better use," replied Yuki as she thrust her own tongue into my mouth. Her kisses were instinctive as her mind begged Chief to rub her clit with his thumb. Soon he used the same amazing technique on me: his thumb rubbed my clit while his other two bulbous fingers felt around my pussy and anus and tugged them from the insides.

We would have slowly lost our minds to sexual ecstasy, but something warm was worming its way between Yuki and me: Chief's neglected penis. I squeezed and stroked his shaft with my breasts while Yuki coyly teased the tip with her mouth.

"Just admit that you're a perverted slut," I thought to Yuki.

She winked at me.

A brief flash of guilt swept across my mind as I recalled how easily Yuki used to blush, but I consoled myself by nibbling on Yuki's perky nipples.

Chief's mental shields faltered and his hands trembled as he was torn between enjoying the moment and spraying his seed over us. Nature won so I had to psychically protect the walls and floor from his pleasure. Yuki coughed and choked. I just slipped about on her creamed body as I teased Chief's flaccid member.

"It figures that you like the taste of this stuff," thought Yuki.

"It's an acquired taste," I thought as I licked her nipples clean.

"And how did you acquire your taste?"

I slid down Yuki's body while my tongue snaked along to her belly button and her lower lips. "Just think of the source, like those wine snobs do."

"But instead of tasting someone's feet in the wine…"

"I think of tasting your sweat mixed with his sperm," I mentally purred.

"Why are you two thinking of food and drink?" asked Chief.

"Because I'm greedy for more," I purred. "I want you to fill my pussy with your hot cream as I lick Yuki till she melts." Chief's manhood was still limp, so I just stroked it as I teased Yuki with my tongue. Chief grew hard enough for me to stick him inside me and free up my hands to play with Yuki.

"Sabrina?" asked Chief.

"Hold out a little longer and enjoy," I thought back.

"Don't be greedy," insisted Yuki.

I pulled Chief's manhood out my pussy and teased Yuki with it.

"Don't tease me like that," Yuki mentally whined.

"Then tell me what you want."

"You know what I want."

"Say it out loud," I hissed.

"I want to feel Mewtwo inside of me," blurted Yuki.

I obliged by thrusting Chief into Yuki and licked like mad the place where they were joined.

I fell into Chief's mind has he tried to process all of the stimuli he felt and all the reactions he could read from Yuki and me. "Sabrina?"

I was standing on an empty beach, the ocean sounds were replaced by Mewtwo's heavy breathing. I was naked and he was fully erect. "It's not fair unless we invite Yuki too," I teased. I reached out and pulled in Yuki's consciousness.

"Did you teleport us, or are we in your mind again," asked Yuki.

"Actually, were in Chief's mind. Since he's got more processing power than I do, and a great attention to detail, let's have him direct this one."

"Direct?" asked Chief.

"We're in your dreams. We can have all of the sex that you want and you won't get tired or empty."

"But why here and not in the waking world?" wondered Chief.

"Because here we're not bound by physical laws," I replied. I floated up and lowered myself over Mewtwo's enormous thing. I took in all of it and rubbed my pelvis against his. "And if you're tired of doing me…" I instantly exchanged bodies with Yuki. "You can have her instead." I took Mewtwo's tail and inserted it inside my love hole. I was whipped about in the air and Chief wagged his pleasure.

Chief's dream became an orgy of probing us with every body part that he could imagine, including body parts that he had to imagine and borrow from us; but being a Gentleman/lady, he loaned us his body in return. This went on till Yuki's self image faltered.

I quickly dismantled the dream and found a cool damp cloth for Yuki's forehead.

"Will she be okay?" asked Chief nervously.

"I think that we just pushed her mind faster than it's used too," I replied. "How do you feel?"

"Dizzy," replied Yuki.

"We were in longer than ever before," I explained to her.

"Longer, deeper, harder," replied Yuki wistfully.

"I am such a bad influence on you," I replied.

"You should be punished," teased Yuki.

"Later; right now you need to sleep. Pleasant, wet dreams."

Once Yuki was sleeping, I set about cleaning up the mess from before.

Chief helped by cleaning the floor, while I gave Yuki a light wipe down. Afterwards I showed Chief to the bath. As I scrubbed his back, Chief asked, "Is this what every day is like for you two?"

"Not in the slightest." There was a tight spot under Chief's shoulder blade armor that, when scrubbed, made his tail twitch. "Usually the day starts with dragging Yuki out of bed, going to the gym, battle a trainer for a badge and come home. In between the exciting bits I either workout with my Pokémon or conduct business through my Pokétch."

"Are you happy?"

"Being a gym leader has its rewards, especially when I see the students and their Pokémon grow. I find that my business is a useful release for my extra mental energy and the profit helps with the gym."

We switched positions and Mewtwo worked my back like a sculpture as he traced every bone and joint. "Were you happy?" I asked.

"Yes."

There was an awkward pause.

"I realize that I was happy just to be with Kitten, but the job itself was rewarding and I had more friends at Headquarters than I did living on my own. So if I went back and she wasn't there, I would still find some level of happiness and satisfaction."

"Do you want to go back?"

Before he could think of an answer, there was a knock on the bathroom door, followed by the entrance of four humans: Ash, Misty, Brock and Duplica.

"Oh," remarked Ash who was clearly surprised to find the bath in use.

"There's plenty of room," I remarked as I rinsed off the soap and climbed into the tub with Chief. "I hope you realize that you'll also have to rinse after you leave the tub since Chief is shedding."

"Uh, okay," replied Ash who just stripped off his yukata and sat down to wash himself. Chief and I turned our backs to the others to give them a little privacy.

"I can't imagine that the rest of you are embarrassed to take a bath," I remarked.

"I'm not embarrassed," replied Misty defiantly.

"If you were worried about mental privacy, then it's too late, every psychic in the house could tell what you four were doing."

Chief mentally asked "Are they all suffering from a fever?"

"No, they're just blushing from embarrassment. Will you four be at the Adult Video Convention this year to sign autographs? There is a good chance that you'll win Amateur of the Year."

"Really?" asked Brock.

"I'm sure Ash can find room in his trophy case for 'Rising Star of the Year'."

"You made that up," accused Duplica, who must have been getting cynical lessons from Misty.

I pointed to my Pokétch bracelets that were resting on my yukata. "Should I go online and tell you how many awards your 'Reef Island Adventures' videos qualify for? Would you like to know which the most watched segment is? Would you like to know, from a survey of video booth viewers, which person caused the most ejaculations?"

"'Person'?" asked Brock nervously.

"On second thought, you probably don't want to know," I teased.

"Don't listen to her, she's just trying to mess with your mind," grumped Misty as she rinsed herself.

"I am a psychic; it's what we do."

"How about doing something about letting us go home?"

"Hopefully everything will be wrapped up tonight and whatever Team Rocket forces that weren't captured will go into hiding and not bother anyone for a while."

"I can't believe that they are still causing trouble after all this time," remarked Ash.

"They have been causing trouble since before you were born. I suspect that Giovanni's family has been causing trouble for centuries."

"So is that why they're still at it, even though all the other groups like, Team Magma, failed?"

"Taking over the world is almost impossible, but committing crimes for a profit is much easier."

"Taking over the world may be impossible for a human, but Pokémon in my world have come close. Allegedly one succeeded, and it required a time traveler to come back to my era and undo the takeover," remarked Chief.

"Were you involved with that case?"

"No, I was keeping to myself and watching the clouds go by."

"That seems peaceful."

"In hindsight, it was rather dull. It was much better when I learned to draw and had a need to escape the busy world of Pokémon Rescue."

Ash was the first to climb into the tub, the other three followed a bit sheepishly.

"So Duplica, how's Kanto's newest gym leader doing?"

Duplica sighed. "I've got to a point where I won't lose my house and I can work with my Dittos. Brock could enroll at Saffron University to continue his Pokémon medical training if he gets a scholarship from the Pokémon League."

"What about the Professional Development Grant for Gym Leaders? Brock should qualify."

"I kind of used up the benefits when I did the pre-med studies," lied Brock.

I mentally reached out to my Pokétch and searched the scholarship and finance records for Brock. The grant was used for the Pewter City Gym but all of the money went to Brock's siblings. I composed a quick email to the lawyer to create an extra scholarship for students pursuing Pokémon Medicine, authorization to transfer some funds for seed money and a copy of Brock's scholastic report.

Misty was glaring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"What were you doing?"

"I was wondering if I could turn people into sex toys instead of just dolls. Would you rather be a blow-up doll or a vibrator?"

"Liar."

I mentally replied to her, "Sometimes a lie is better for someone's pride than the truth. How good are you at keeping secrets?" Next I asked out loud, "Ash, what are your plans? Is there any schooling in your future?"

"High school completion," admitted Misty.

"I spent so much time training Pokémon, that I forgot to go to school myself," admitted Ash as he scratched his head.

"At least he can count to eight," teased Misty.

"Maybe you could build on that and become an accountant," I offered.

"If we get his reading and writing level up, he could be a lab assistant for Gary Oak."

"Professor Gary Oak," corrected Brock.

"I'm sure with his 'assets' Professor Orchid would be happy to give him a 'position'." I made sure to wink. "If the education thing doesn't work, you could always be a porn star: limited reading, limited dialog, decent money."

"I'll stick to training Pokémon," replied Ash, "Even if I'm forced to live in a cave."

"As long as you don't expect me to move in with you," grumped Misty.

"There are some benefits to cave life," thought Chief, "But if one wishes to get tough, exposure to the elements is essential."

The humans were groaning in pain as they rubbed their foreheads. "What happened?" muttered Brock.

Chief looked to me.

"Sorry about that, Chief is so used to communicating telepathically to other psychics that he forgot to slow down. I think that we'd better get back to our room. Don't worry if you all have dreams about caves tonight."

The quartet all flinched at the word dream. A quick survey of their surface thoughts revealed that glimpses of our mental orgy had leaked into their dreams. As Chief and I got out of the tub I purposely took my time rinsing and toweling off.

Misty's recall of her dreams was being drowned out by her focus on me.

I projected a question into her mind, "Something wrong?"

"Have you been spying on my dreams?" thought the red-head.

"No dear, you've been peeking into mine," I projected back with a wink.

I picked up my yukata, took Chief by the arm and left the bathroom.

Once I was away from the room I covered up.

"I didn't mean to harm them," admitted Chief.

"I know that. If you wanted to hurt them, you could have mentally shouted like your twin."

"Is there someplace where I could get some fresh air?"

I led Chief to the inner courtyard garden. The evening air was a bit chilly, but crisp. He took in deep breaths though his nose.

"They smelled of sex, didn't they?"

"You noticed?" asked Chief.

"I noticed that you felt awkward."

"I'm sorry about that; I should have had more control."

"You've done enough good deeds today to earn a pardon on a little mental slip," I replied as I hugged his arm.

"There were other thoughts and images in their minds," commented Chief.

I scanned the images that Chief saw in their minds.

I squeezed his arm a little tighter.

"They had conflicted thoughts about this subject, although Ash had hardly any thoughts on the matter."

"Anyone willing to live in a cave clearly isn't thinking about having children. Well, any human in this city."

"Why is the thought so difficult?"

"Raising a human is a long term commitment of at least eighteen years. That commitment is so consuming that it would interfere with Brock's continuing education. In Ash's case, he'd probably leave the child rearing to Misty as he continues to dedicate his time to his Pokémon."

"So there is far more to it than waiting for the egg to hatch," thought Chief.

I nodded.

"You think about it as well," observed Chief.

"I get reminded by my parents and grandmother," I sighed.

"Wouldn't having a female and Pokémon as your lovers make things difficult?"

"I tend to get what I want," I purred as I pulled Chief back in and to the bedroom.

"Sabrina?"

I was sleeping blissfully while snuggled between Chief and Yuki. A voice other than theirs was intruding into my mind.

"Sabrina, your guests have left for home and your driver will be back soon to take you to Pallet Town. So it's time to get up and get dressed."

"Thank you grandma." I inhaled the brisk, morning air through Yuki's sweaty hair. I gave her a little shake as I projected, "Wake up and take a bath, we'll be leaving soon."

"Huh?" was Yuki's typical response till about noon, but she got up anyway.

Chief was still asleep; his short, hot breaths made the back of my neck sweaty. I cuddled closer to Chief and shifted a bit to feel his fur tickle my bare skin.

"?"

"We need to get up," I answered.

"Physically, or is that a euphemism for more sex?"

"We need to physically get up, I need to get dressed, eat breakfast and leave."

The morning rituals were quiet and sedated. While we ate a late breakfast, grandma mentioned that my Pokémon went with mom and dad to their house. "I figured that they needed a quiet place to sleep," she commented with a twinkle in her eye.

Yuki's blush temporally overtook her aftersex glow.

"That was very thoughtful of you, grandmother; thank you."

Chief said and thought nothing.

"Where is Mewtwo?" I asked.

"Gengar took him along to your parent's house to talk gardening."

I slightly raised my eyebrow as I added, "That was a good idea too."

Soon, Ivan returned with the minibus, drove us to my parent's house, where we collected Alakazam and Mewtwo, and headed towards Pallet Town.

As we got further from the city, the Mewtwo twins became more relaxed and Yuki slept. Chief was observing the trees as a sketch artist while Mewtwo looked for inspiration as a gardener. Both Pokémon had deeper thoughts. Eventually Chief said to Mewtwo, "I think this may be your best chance for help."

"?"

"You are not alone or unique and there are humans who really have your best interest in mind. What is it about them that you resent? No… not resent, there is something else, something more complex. Something about human girls…"

Mewtwo sighed, "My sister: Ambertwo. I was born in a laboratory to be Team Rocket's ultimate Pokémon weapon, but all of that was cover so a scientist could clone his daughter. In the process, five clones were created: Ambertwo, Bulbasaurtwo, Charmandertwo, Squirtletwo, and me. All of us had a two suffix because we were supposed to be improvements over the original. In the end I was the only one to survive the improvements. For some reason I kept a copy of the others' memories and genetic code. Years later I had a chance to clone a Venusaur, Blastoise and Ash's Charizard and imprint them with the genetic code and memories of my siblings. Ambertwo is still trapped in my mind."

"Is she aware?"

"Occasionally I interact with her in my dreams."

"Could you make a clone for Ambertwo?" I asked.

"I haven't found a human female strong enough to clone."

"What about me?" I offered.

"Your abilities and condition are the results of years of training, without that training I doubt that your body could survive the strain."

"You offered your body to Mewtwo and got shot down," whispered Yuki who wasn't completely asleep.

I glared at her.

"Mewtwo, I can't offer my students as lab subjects for experiments, but if you want to interact with them or us," I gestured to Yuki, "To provide some little girl activities."

I couldn't tell what was more awkward: the way I felt, or the looks that Yuki and Mewtwo gave me.

"What would you know about little girl activities?" demanded Yuki.

"I don't think that would be helpful," commented Mewtwo.

"Sabrina has developed a technique of dream manipulation," offered Chief. "You could create a world for Ambertwo in your mind based upon your observations of this world."

"But she wouldn't be free," argued Mewtwo. "She would just be transferred from a glass tank to a portion of my mind. Thank you but I believe that one day a human female would be strong enough for me to clone and download Ambertwo."

I blurted out, "Ash and Misty? Is she pregnant? Have you modified the baby?"

"Despite my origins, I have no intention of experimenting on humans. Plus I believe that Ash has certain characteristics that if passed on could yield a human strong enough to be Ambertwo's host."

"There is speculation that he has had his genetic code mixed with his Pikachu," I recalled.

Yuki tried to curb Mewtwo's ambition, "This all assumes that Ash and Misty have children, one of them is a girl and that they would permit you to clone her."

"The probability of success is low, but for the time being, it is the only 'hope' that I have."

Mewtwo went quiet and morose, while Yuki was conflicted with guilt and suspicion.

Chief touched me with his tail so he could privately share his thoughts, "I'm out of my depth with this clone concept."

"Everyone is, because Mewtwo is the first. So he has no one to seek for support, other than his siblings."

"Do you think that your grandmother is aware of Mewtwo's emotional needs?"

"Not if she's flirting with him. I better send her a text. Keep Mewtwo from scanning me, I don't want to make things worse." I sent a text to grandmother that Mewtwo needs her to act like a grandmother.

"Why?" she texted back.

"It's really sad and personal," I replied.

"I'm not baking cookies ;)"

I returned my attention to Mewtwo and asked, "Is that why some of your topiary have a little girl theme?"

Mewtwo blinked as he thought. "I never really explored why I enjoyed bonsai. Perhaps my interest is influenced by her."

The miles dragged on and everyone kept to their own thoughts.

Pallet Town; we made it here without incident. I had almost hoped for a Team Rocket attack to break the growing tension. Ivan drove us to the front door. Both Professor Oaks were waiting for us.

"Welcome…?" Sam Oak was looking from one Mewtwo to the other to find any difference.

"Professor Oak, may I present you Mewtwo and Chief?" To Sam's unasked question, "It's a psychic thing."

We were shown inside as Gary explained, "When a Pokédex is used to scan a Pokémon it takes a position reading and a photograph. In the case of Mewtwo the Pokédex is programmed to reply that you are an unknown Pokémon. This is both to protect you and the user of the Pokédex. The image and position reading is sent to our secured computers just in case we need to track you down."

"In case you were injured," added Sam.

"Or I turned on the humans?" asked Mewtwo.

"You did once," admitted Sam. "I put my faith in Ash who assured me that you wouldn't do that again. If you did, then I needed this system to help Ash stop you."

"How could he stop me?"

"Because he can reason with you. I'll admit that reason isn't the best word for Ash. How about that he can reach you?"

Mewtwo's mind raced through his encounters with Ash and nodded.

"Since I assumed that you were unique, I never considered that this program would be used to track a second Mewtwo."

"Third," I corrected.

Gary countered with, "He means that the program wasn't designed to track more than one Mewtwo. The program can't distinguish between Mewtwo. We adapted the tracking program from a more powerful tracking program that can identify hundreds of distinct Pokémon of the same species. The purpose of which was to reunite lost Pokémon with their trainers and to study migration patterns of wild Pokémon."

"Why have a different program?" asked Yuki.

"The smaller program is easier to defend from cyber attacks," replied Gary as he prepared a light fixture and camera. "Because the smaller program never recorded the genetic code of Mewtwo, the only means of determining which image is from which Mewtwo is to do a spectrum analysis of both of you and correlate that with the recorded images."

Chief mentally asked me, "What's going on?"

"The men in the white coats are going to shine lights on you and Mewtwo to see if you don't look the same."

"What?"

"I don't understand it myself," I confessed.

The Oaks fritted away with their cameras, lights and computers. The minutes dragged on. When the second hour ticked by, I got annoyed.

"How much of what you are doing is to help find a lost Mewtwo, and how much is 'research'?" I demanded.

There was a twinge of guilt, followed by a lowering of enthusiasm is Sam Oak's mind.

Gary was going to say something, but I cut him off, "Don't try to lie to a psychic."

"We've determined the image log contains either Mewtwo or Chief in all but seven cases," admitted Sam.

"Does that mean that you have seven cases of our third Mewtwo?" asked.

Chief perked up as Yuki provided a translation.

"It means we can't identify the seven images as either Mewtwo. In each case certain wavelengths of the light spectrum were missing because the light was artificial," commented Gary.

"If it's just seven images, why don't you show them and ask if Mewtwo or Chief recognizes anything?"

The reason that it didn't occur to them is that they rarely ask a Pokémon direct questions.

Gary shrugged at my suggestion and displayed an image on the widescreen monitor.

"That's from a Pokémon Contest in Potato Valley," I remarked. "That's me in the nurse uniform."

"Why were you in a nurse uniform?" asked Yuki.

"It was the only disguise I could get from Nurse Joy," I remarked.

Gary sighed and asked, "Which Mewtwo was it?"

"Chief."

When the next image was displayed, I said, "That's the crash scene of Hunter J's carrier in Sinnoh. Chief is standing behind my Pokémon."

Chief identified the third image was of him and Meowth after stopping Hunter J. The fourth image was from a Pokémon Center, but Chief recognized the child in the background.

The fifth image was of Mewtwo shopping for a bonsai pot.

The sixth image was from Team Rocket's helicopter as it was chasing us.

The seventh image was a blur.

"I recognize that one," joked Yuki.

"This one has to be a Pokédex malfunction because it recognized all known Pokémon at once," grumped Gary.

"That's it?" I asked.

"I can say with a 99.9% certainty that every recorded encounter with a Mewtwo is with a Mewtwo in this room. There is no sighting of a third Mewtwo," declared Gary tactlessly.

Chief didn't have to understand Gary to know that the news wasn't good. All Yuki and I could do was hold him.