"You're my father! You are the bastard who left my mother with a poke-human hybrid that she could barely raise!? I have found my mother sitting at the table, albeit a large table, quietly crying on many occasions because of you," I say letting out the anger I've been saving for just this occasion, "And I don't even look like you, for you have green well groomed hair and I have messy dirty blond hair! Complete opposites."

"My hair is naturally dirty blond but I dye it, even though I do have a recessive gene for green. As for the grooming well you are half pokemon so you are not concerned about the hair you have only in human form. I left your mother for a reason. And I've regretted it all this time,"

"How? I am 210 years old," I say skeptically

"I met your mother because of an experiment on a Celebi that threw me back more then 200 years. During that time your mother was being tracked down by a group of people not too happy with her. Once I saved her she asked how she could repay me and, being the curious twenty year old man I was, I decided some 'fun' would be great. When she realized I was in the wrong time, after the fun which she so enjoyed, she convinced Dialga to send me back to my time."

"How did it even work," I ask all traces of my previous anger gone, "She is more than three times your size!"

"I don't get that even to this day."

"Sir we have a lock on Team Rocket's chopper, but there seems to be two," reports the pilot.

I look through the cockpit glass, "It seems they are meeting with their boss," I point to a ridge approximately a kilometer from Team Rocket, "Land on that ridge. I have a plan," I catch myself, "I-if it's alright with Lord Ghetsis."

"We are the same rank so there is no need to refer to me constantly, nor do you have to call me Lord."

"Yes, sir. Now my plan. My plan is to change to my pokemon form and go under the guise of your pokemon. Once they see how powerful 'you' are they will do the smart thing and give us back the tech and pokemon. If not then I can destroy their choppers and you can take them as prisoners."

"That sounds great, with changes. Now we shall get started," after a brief flight through rough terrain he approaches the boss, "I see you're the boss… now as a peace offering I will give you," he snaps his fingers and I approach, "this legendary pokemon. The strongest member of my team for the release of the other pokemon and Tech."

"You don't have to do this Flero!" cries Reshiram.

"Shut up," whispers Jessie, only hearing an echoing roar of course, before turning back to the business deal taking place in front of them.

"How do I know this… thing is worth it?" asks the slightly curious crime boss.

"Well as you probably don't know, this pokemon is the son of Palkia and shares many of her abilities."

"Grunts! Release the pokemon and create a box around the Legendary we are leaving."

However as per the changes to the plan I escape using my porta lability while bringing Giovanni through one at the same time with the pilots none the wiser.

Later at a Lavaridge bar…

Pouring a shot of Bourbon for everyone, including almost all the grunts, not the two caring for Faye and Dar, Ghetsis lifts his glass, "Here's to a great rescue!"

"And to the look on that crime boss' face when he found out I can use portals," I add despite having just a glass of water in my oversized claws.

"Yeah!" yells everyone simultaneously to the clanking of shot glasses.

"Come on water is boring!" says Ghetsis, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath, "I'll pour ya a shot."

"I don't need to start down a path of no return."

"Why? It's fun!"

"I don't need to mess up my life."

"Then why are you here and not with the pups?" asks my father seemingly sober for a second.

"They're in good hands."

At the Pokecenter…

"What's the wifi password?" asks a grunt standing outside the door.

"Lavaridge, but replace both 'A's with fours, the 'E' with a three and add a pound symbol to the beginning. Anyway shouldn't we be watching the kids?" replies the other grunt.

"Nah, his Honchkrow an' our pokemon are having a tea party with 'em. They be fine."

"Okay, just checking," the grunt pulls out his phone, "I wonder what is on my facebook?"

"Posts."

Back at the bar…

"I'm also here to see how drunk Reshiram'll get before passing out or vomiting… or both. Whichever comes first ," I say turning my gaze towards the barely standing, clearly drunk Dragoness.