Hello again! Guess what I found while I was cleaning out random folders on my laptop? I found chapters of this story that I had written! There was a bit of an overlap in content (the chapters started after 52), but I got rid of that. So, this is a chapter from that secret stash of chapters! =D

Disclaimer: Pokémon, along with any people, places or things from it are not mine, nor do I claim it to be. The only thing I do own is myself and the dream this all started from.


Our battle screens popped out of the watches on our wrists as we launched ourselves in a battle filled with rage; both of us bent on revenge towards the other.

I sent out Venusaur before the snake-like man sent out his first Pokémon, a Cubone. His choice was probably not thought through, like mine. I had sent out Venusaur because it was the first Pokéball I reached on my belt.

The Cubone was easy for Venusaur to knock out, since it was not only a lower level than he was, but was also weak to Venusaur's two attacking moves. One Razor Leaf was all it took to get through the first of this evil man's team.

His next Pokémon was going to be a Drowzee, and my screen prompted me to change Pokémon. I did, and switched over to Kadabra. One Shadow Ball from my over powerful special attacker knocked the Drowzee out.

His last Pokémon was his strongest, a Marowak. Though it was evolved, and at a higher level than his other Pokémon Venusaur, who I had switched back to, took it out just as easily as he had taken out the Cubone earlier. Venusaur also managed to level up.

It seemed that Giovanni had not given even this man, who I assumed was his right hand man, his most trusted grunt, any good Pokémon. All of the grunts in this Team were given very weak Pokémon. I wondered what kind of mindset would allow someone who controlled the most devastating force in Kanto to make a decision like that. Maybe Giovanni wasn't as controlled as I thought. Maybe he was going insane, though it seemed impossible that the stoic man from the hideout could be anything but calm and collected.

I returned my attention to the man who had been turned into the bane of my existence by a man who may or may not be insane. Was it really his fault that anything had happened to me? No. Giovanni was to blame for my capture and torture, not this peon.

The grunt stared at me through eyes that betrayed his true emotion. This was now a broken and defeated man. I knew this was because of me, though not because of the battle. I could tell that this man had worked by Giovanni's side for a long time based on the dedication this man showed toward his leader. My escape had stripped him of all of his hard work to be a favourite of his boss, as he had told me before our battle. This man had lost everything because of me, and that's why he had wanted to, needed to, defeat me. To regain all he had lost.

For once, I questioned my own sanity. Through my rage earlier I couldn't see things that were right in front of my face. I couldn't see that, through my taking out Team Rocket I was destroying lives. The grunts who weren't as important as this man could go off and dedicate themselves to some other work once Team Rocket was through, but men like this man would be stuck in a world of defeat and loss for the rest of their lives. Without the work they were currently doing, people like the broken man before me would probably go off to do things worse than simple thieving missions.

Was I really doing the right thing by trying to completely destroy Team Rocket, or was I making a mistake? Would my heroics be in vain because of these people?

I felt Mew's presence in my mind, hearing everything I had just thought. What she had heard seemed to sink in a little.

"Jenn," Mew said in my head, "Whether it's the right thing or not for the future, I can't be sure. What I do know is that if we get rid of Team Rocket now the keystone, keeping this organization together will be gone. We can't know if these grunts will continue on after their leader is destroyed. All we can hope is that it won't. It's our only chance to save Arceus, and thus the whole world of Pokémon."

I thought about what she had said and retreated my thoughts back into my walled up area. I had been practicing thinking in the moment behind this wall. While it was difficult I knew I could attempt to, and I needed to. My mind was in a whirl with what Mew had just said, but it all made sense. In my first dream Arceus said that whatever the legendaries were guarding was of great importance to her. Later she had told Jirachi that if Team Rocket destroyed it she would be destroyed. But now, Mew made a connection for my brain that it hadn't made before. Arceus had created the world, so destroying her would mean destroying the world.

"You mean," I thought to Mew, "That this thing that you said you needed to guard is Arceus' life?" I needed to confirm my suspicions.

"Basically," Mew responded, "It's not quite her life, but in essence it is."

I snapped myself out of the state of doubt I had been in before, "Then you're right. It's our only chance. If there are any repercussions, screw them. We can get rid of those too."

I felt Mew's spirits lift as well, "Great, now maybe we should go and do exactly that. Take out Giovanni."

I nodded, and then looked back at the man with the blue hair and snake-like voice, "I'm sorry. I've caused more problems for you than I had thought. I guess we're more even that I had thought."

The man was still completely broken and not able to respond, but I hoped he had heard me. I had no beef with this man, but I did with his boss. This man had done nothing but follow Giovanni's orders, and that wasn't exactly his fault.

I had now redirected my rage at the proper target, the one who had actually caused me to be tortured, the one who had made Mew paranoid; Giovanni.