Author's Note:
Here it is the aftermath for the lake of rage, this has truly been a fun arc to write. We also get to see Sandslash again, but trust me, this isn't a happy chapter. I've had this chapter planned for a while, since I introduced Gyarados all the way back in Kanto. Like I said when I started this arc, it has been the thing I have been most looking forward to writing. Not to say I'm not excited for more stuff down the road, this is just like the big thing to end the opener to the series (yes, I count Kanto - Orange Islands & Johto as the collective beginning to my series, it's gonna be a long journey ahead if that's any indication). As I am sure you could've guessed, this is the goodbye to a very special character, who was the most popular Pokémon of Ash's team back in the Orange Islands (excluding Pikachu) for the readers. I will say this won't be the last we see of Gyarados, but he won't be the same again and his next appearance is a long way off. Don't forget to vote in the poll and with that, let's begin...
Chapter 64: Change of Perspective
Ash was feeling much better, as he wondered across the lobby of the Pokémon centre.
It wasn't anything special, the Mahogany town Pokémon centre was just like the one near the lake of rage but slightly bigger. He knew his friends were currently visiting the one at the Lake of Rage to grab their belongings since that was where they stayed last night. According to Serena, they already booked in at this new one after Domino brought them here because its where Lance brought Gyarados to be treated.
Despite being in the lobby, with the cafeteria's scent filling the room, Ash could still mainly smell the antiseptic halls where he waited outside the emergency room. The lobby was clearly also kept in good condition, but it wasn't nearly as sparkling clean as that hall way. Maybe it was just Ash's paranoia, the cleanliness being a sign of how much care was being treated to his Gyarados. No, he can't think about that now, from what Lance said and what Nurse Joy confirmed following it, Gyarados will live.
Oh, it also had many officers wondering around it, but Ash managed to ignore them for the most part. Every time he looked at one, they're expressions faded into one of sorrow, many taking of their hats and holding it over their chest. It was because of what happened to his Gyarados, Ash isn't an idiot. Lance was the only visitor he got, other than Serena while watching his sleeping sea-serpent. While Ash appreciated that, it quickly became apparent that Lance must've kept Gyarados' condition secret, he wouldn't even let Ash see the full report, only describing bits concerning him directly. With the secrecy, it wouldn't be too much of a leap for these officer to think the worst happened.
Shaking his head, he quickly located his destination, the video phones. They were lined up against a wall, five in a row. Two were currently in use but that didn't matter as no-one was cuing either. While he still needs to wait for Gyarados to be discharged, he was feeling much better knowing he'd live, so much better than he felt comfortable making a call so he could help out one more of his Pokémon. Lance said he was here for the foreseeable future, and Ash did promise Sandslash he would help him get answers wherever possible.
Taking a seat at the far video-phone, he took a deep breath before dialling the number. After hitting the call sign, it rang a few times as Ash's heart felt like it stopped. While he was certainly feeling better, he didn't really want to talk with anyone yet. Part of him, just wanted to just hang up and go back to see Gyarados but again, seeing him like that is just as painful. He might as well get Sandslash over now so he can get some closer from Lance... hopefully.
"Ah, Ash my boy, glad to see you," the professor greeted, as he appeared on the screen, "happy birthday!"
"Thank you, Professor," Ash whispered, sinking into his seat. Honestly, he couldn't care about his birthday right now. After what happened to Gyarados, this has turned into his worst birthday possible. If he could just skip it and have this day never happen, then that would suit him just fine.
"So what can I do for you, my boy?" the professor asked, "I saw you already swapped your Gyarados, so I assume you made it to the lake of rage, like you planned. Although this shows your location as Mahogany town. Not too strange since they are pretty close. Did you do what you intended at the lake already?"
Ash cast his eyes downwards, he really doesn't want to talk about what happened to the Professor right now. Of course, it won't be long before he learns of it, especially since he'll need the professor's help with Gyarados' care but right now Ash only wants to get his Sandslash and end this conversation as soon as possible. Putting on a brave face, he forced the corners of his mouth into a smile before looking back up.
"Oh, its fine Professor. We were at the lake, but we heard Lance was visiting Mahogany, so we decided to come and check it out," Ash replied, trying to imitate his usual energetic tone, "since he's here, I wanted to swap Sandslash in. You know."
Ash informed the Professor about Sandslash's past. Not everything but enough to put him at ease concerning Sandslash's scars. The Professor knows he had a traumatic past and the dragon type elite four member had something to do with it but nothing else, as per Sandslash's wishes. Not even Pikachu knows his full story.
"Very good, my boy. I'll just go and get him for you," the professor replied, before standing up and leaving the screen running.
As Ash was left with an empty screen, he let out a deep breath. Having just a normal conversation with Professor Oak, this was much harder than he was expecting. Just a simple conversation has brought him to the edge of breath. It's not that the elderly Professor scares him, it's just the thought of what would he do if he asks about Gyarados or anything really? Despite the reassurance that Gyarados will recover from Lance and Nurse Joy, Ash really doesn't know what extent the damage has done to him.
Hearing a slight patter of footsteps on a metal floor, Ash sat straight back up. Using a free hand, he wiped the cold sweat which trickled down his forehead while forcing his cursed lips back into a smile. He will need to send someone back to the lab in place of Sandslash, won't he. Not really thinking about it, he reached down to his belt and picked one at random. Lance still has Gyarados' Pokeball.
"Ah, here you go my boy," the professor replied, as he took his seat showing the Pokeball to the screen, "sorry about the wait, Sandslash was out in the ranch. He was about to fight with Dragonair again, if it wasn't for Venusaur that is."
"Thanks Professor," Ash replied.
He really isn't surprised to hear that Sandslash was about to cause trouble like that. He never got on with Dragonair, they are just two completely different Pokémon in terms of personality and honestly, the dragon snake has a habit of rubbing many up the wrong way, even if she has the best intentions. It's her superiority.
"So who will you be sending in place for him?" Professor Oak asked.
"Huh?" Ash replied, snapping out of his thoughts. Thinking about his other Pokémon, even for just a moment was enough to help clear his head of what happened. Of course, it wouldn't stop the pain or guilt completely, but it was a small glimmer in this dark tunnel. Realising the Professor was waiting for an answer, Ash turned down to look at the Pokeball in his hand. It was pretty easy for him to reconsign whose it was, "I'm err, I'm send Bayleaf."
He really didn't put any thought into who he would send back, right now he couldn't care less. Seeing the Professor nod in approval, he reached for the machine and placed his grass types Pokeball inside the container. As he sat back, Ash noticed the Professor doing the same thing. Moments later, the transport device lit up and a bolt of electricity consumed the red and white device before it disappeared. A few seconds later and a new Pokeball appeared in a similar bolt.
"Bayleaf arrived safe and sound on this end, Ash," Professor Oak informed, holding the small device to the screen.
Ash gave a small smile at the gesture, even if he is more concerned with Gyarados right now, he is glad that his other Pokémon are doing well. He doesn't even have Pikachu, since he went with Serena and the others. Realising he should probably give the Professor the same news, he reached into the transporter and received his Pokeball.
"Same with Sandslash, Professor," Ash replied.
With a smile still painted on his lips, Ash knew he facade wasn't far from breaking, so he quickly bid the Professor goodbye before hanging up the cool. It was definitely rushed but Ash just couldn't keep it up any more. Sighing in relief, he slumped back into his chair. Nurse Joy said she'd fetch him or one of the Chansey's would the moment his Gyarados woke up or they had any new information. At least he is stable, at least he is stable.
Bringing his mind to ease with that simple thought, Ash stood up and took in the sight. It was still the same lobby as before, but it didn't take him long to realise that his friends would likely return soon and while feeling better since the good news concerning Gyarados stabilising, he isn't ready to face them. He just isn't. He also wants a place to talk with Sandslash before taking him to Lance. He deserves to know what's going on, at the very least.
Realising he wouldn't get that if he went back to the hall way where he could watch Gyarados, and also going there would distract him too much, Ash made his decision and made his way towards the back exit which lead out to the backdoor training fields. It didn't take him long to travel across the lobby.
Stepping through the automatic doors, a cool breeze hit his cheeks. Weirdly enough, it was oddly refreshing, as if he just sat in a car with the heater on full blast and now setting out into a beautiful spring day. Taking a deep breath, the fresh mountain air filled his lungs. After such a stressful experience, it was oddly calming. A quick sniff during his breath revealed some sort of food stand nearby and while definitely hungry, he couldn't stomach anything, not after seeing the state Gyarados was in with all those wires and monitors surrounding him. Looking around, he found a couple of battle fields, with one of them currently having a battle taking place. It wasn't anything special, an Ariados against an Octillery but really Ash couldn't care less.
Turning to the side, he found an unoccupied bench. Quickly making his way over towards it, he took a seat before holding out the Pokeball he carried from the video phone. Part of him doesn't want to do this, the part that doesn't want to see anyone and just sit back in the hall watching Gyarados until he is better, but he also knew he couldn't miss this opportunity. He promised Sandslash the chance to meet Lance if he ever met him again, and so he should fulfil that promise. With his mind made up, he held the device out before silently pressing the centre button. The top flew open and a bright red light bounced out before landing on the floor where his ground type materialised.
His pure ground type appeared and looked straight up at Ash. His narrowed eyes and emphasised controlled breathing through his inflamed nostrils were enough to see that he wasn't exactly in a good mood. Ash took a quick glance at his stomach to see that while most of his injuries from the battle with Silver's Weavile have healed, they did leave behind an assortment of scars which likely won't fade, just like the ones on his back, but those ones are at least hidden from view.
"Hey Sandslash," Ash greeted.
"Happy birthday," Sandslash grumbled, "now what do you want?"
"Glad to see you too," Ash replied, trying to lighten the mood with his slightly sarcastic tone. Sure, he is feeling down about Gyarados but it's easy to see something is clearly bothing his ground type. Of course, Sandslash has never been the happy sort but he was clearly in a mood.
"Sorry kid," Sandslash replied, "blame that snake of yours. Now what did you call me over for?"
Ash knew that his Dragonair and Sandslash never got on and the Professor did mention how they were in the middle of a fight. Honestly, Ash doesn't need or want to know what it's about. He didn't bring his Dragonair over so they shouldn't be concerned with it. For as blunt as his ground type was being, he knew it was just who Sandslash was.
"Okay Sandslash, I'll tell you," Ash replied, taking a deep breath, "remember that night in the cave. Where you told me about your past?"
The slashing Pokémon slowly turned his head at a slight tilt, his small eye staring directly into Ash's. It was clear the ground type was giving Ash his complete attention, which was honestly a little unsettling. He knew that his Sandslash had a very short fuse, so he didn't want to accidently set him off before he got the chance to get his answers.
"You said the G-Men person who saved you had a Dragonite and spiky red hair, and a cape," Ash continued, "and I said that sounded like Lance of the elite four. Well Lance is here, at this Pokémon centre."
Ash's pure ground type made one swift motion of slamming his claw down into the ground. It easily broke the surface and caused a couple cracks from the point of impact as a slow threatening growl escaped his lips. Ash held his breath, as if waiting to see what his Sandslash would do.
"Where?" Sandslash asked, stretching out the word as much as possible. Ash knew that if Lance was here in front of them, his Sandslash would likely be hacking away at him with his claws. His ground type never was one for finesse, but he made up for that with rage and strength.
"First, calm down Sandslash," Ash replied, holding his hands out in front of him.
The pure ground type at first seemed irritated by this, as his beady eye seemed to pop open and his claw quickly sank another inch into the earth but after the initial reaction, he took a deep breath and raised his claw out. Ash knew that despite his attempts to conquer his anger issues, this would likely set him off again, just like water does. Seeing him calm down after a few more deep breaths and the muscles over his body relaxed into a slouch, Ash decided it was safe to continue.
"Look Sandslash, I'll take you too him, but first you need to promise that you'll remain calm," Ash replied, "you'll find out eventually, but something happened today, which is why he is here. Gyarados got hurt and it's too do with team rocket. I know this has nothing to do with you getting answers but if when we find him, he has more information on that. Please here him out. I don't want you to suffer any longer, but I also don't want miss something important about Gyarados."
Ash's slashing Pokémon looked directly into Ash's eyes. Taking a deep breath, Ash held it as he awaited Sandslash response. His ground type didn't tense up again or even look at him. He appeared to be looking at the small pot-hole which his claw left in the ground. Not sure how long they actually waited, Ash soon got his response.
"I never liked that sea snake of yours," Sandslash replied, "but he never did anything to me, so I won't stand in his way now... I just want my answers, that's all."
"Okay," Ash replied, releasing his deep breath, "here's the plan then. We'll find him and if he has anything knew to say about Gyarados, we'll hear him out. Then once done or if he doesn't have any new information, I'll act as a translator so you can talk directly to him. If you feel yourself getting worked up or I see that you are, then I will return you. I don't want you to lash out and do something we'll both regret."
Sandslash growled at the implication at first but quickly caught himself before forcefully nodding his head in agreement. Ash hates to warn him like that but Sandslash has proven to still lash out when provoked and if he did that to Lance, who knows, he might decide that Ash isn't subtle to keep his ground type or even worst, might affect how he treats Ash concerning Gyarados' recovery.
With their plan covered, Ash began to walk back towards the Pokémon centre, his ground type walking by his heel. Part of Ash wished he could read his Pokémon's thoughts like Serena can so he could know what his ground type was thinking. Was he relieved at the chance to get answers? Scared? Angry? All are very possible scenario's but because of how closed off Sandslash keeps himself, it's hard to know exactly.
Lance sighed as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.
He wished to stay here a little longer, not for any official reason but just so Ash could get to spend as much time with Gyarados before he takes him. It's not that he is Red's kid, it's that he is a good trainer who generally cares for his Pokémon, which makes what he has to do all the more difficult. For as capable as Ash has proven himself as a trainer, especially at such a young age, he is still only thirteen and Gyarados now has the strength of an elite four member's Pokémon thanks to that device used.
If there was another way around this Lance would jump at it, but as it stands, he needs to head back to the main base so he can coordinator a task force ready for when Domino informs them of Giovanni's arrival. Since it could be any day, he received orders to return as soon as possible, which means he'll have to split them up sooner than he'd like. Honestly he would like to not split them up at all since Ash did nothing wrong and neither did Gyarados, but he really doesn't have a choice. That kind of power with someone not able to handle it is a receipt for disaster. He's seen it too many times to count and innocent people get hurt as a result.
Picking up the Pokeball that he used to carry Gyarados here in, he closed his eyes. Might as well get this over with. It is by far his worst part of the job, having to battle Gyarados into submission despite it being in pain, that wasn't nice, but this is far worse. Why do good people always end up suffering by those with ill intentions?
With his mind made up, Lance exited his makeshift office and began to walk towards the emergency bay where Gyarados was resting. He won't leave without telling the kid first, he deserves the truth if nothing else but last he knew, Ash was still sat watching him anyway. It didn't take him long to reach the destination and he looked through the window to see a Chansey writing down some of Gyarados' statistics. The bright red sea-serpent was still resting.
It was clear that at the moment, the once hostile atrocious Pokémon was at peace. Creases besides his gently resting eyes and the slow smooth breaths entering and exiting his body were evidence of that. A ghost of a smile formed on Lance's lips as this was both a blessing and a curse. Of course, he is glad the sea-serpent could find peace if only while asleep but at the same time, he has been through enough of these situations to know that when he delivers the bad news, the inky-haired boy would likely try to fight, using Gyarados' current composure as 'evidence' for why he can be trusted with him. It's never easy having to part a good trainer from their Pokémon but sometimes there is no choice in the matter.
Turning his attention sideways, he re-focused down the corridor towards the main lobby. He forced the corners of his mouth down as he slightly lowered his eyebrows. If there is one thing he learnt over the years, it's how to hold himself in certain situations. Any sign of weakness or doubt and either a villain will exploit it, or a civilian will lose faith in the uniform. If nothing else, he needs to put on the brave face, so the kid doesn't have to. This is the worst part of his job by far.
As he pushed his way through the double doors into a new hallway, he saw the familiar outline of the raven-haired boy. It was good to see him out and about at least but what was surprising was the Sandslash stood beside him. From what Lance remembered, his Sandslash caused a ruckus back in the Indigo League by not listening but he also heard it had made some massive improvements. It's not uncommon for new trainers to have unruly Pokémon, after all, especially fully evolved ones. Bring his feet to a stop, Lance decided to wait for them to meet him, which didn't take long at all.
"Hey Lance," the boy greeted. The small flicker of his mouth proved that he was trying to force a smile over his ghost of the usual one. While his voice sounded more secure, proving that at least he wasn't on the edge like before. Probably due to Gyarados' stabilising. Well this is it, "I-I've got something to ask you."
"Huh?" Lance replied, taken aback. While his expression didn't change, he has become quite custom to hiding his reactions over the years. Not that he's surprised the boy has a request. As a member of the elite four, he is regularly asked for favours or battles or something of the like, "what is it?"
"C-could you speak to my Sandslash please?" he asked, casting his head downwards towards said ground type.
While it was hard to make out the boys expression, Lance could easily see Sandslash's. He was staring up with daggers right at him, the corner of his mouth twitching, with a completely tensed body, as if he was going to pounce at any second.
Now this did surprise Lance, he never expected this from Ash, especially given the current circumstances. Although he isn't asking for a battle, which is what he might've expected if anything. So he with that in mind, he only had one question.
"Why me?" he asked.
"Because you met Sandslash before," Ash replied, not looking back up, "I'm worried about Gyarados still but I promised Sandslash a long time ago that if I could help him get answers I would. And with Gyarados stable, I know you're the best person to give him those answers."
"I'm sorry Ash, but I don't remember you Sandslash," Lance apologised, "I'm not saying I never met him. If he said I did, I probably did. But please bear in mind I've dealt with a lot of Pokémon over the years, especially ones of the same species. It'll be impossible to remember all of them."
While it was painful to say it, it was all true. Lance has been in the force for nearly thirty-years. Over that time, he has helped many people and Pokémon in many different cases. He isn't denying the possibility that he had a role in Sandslash's past, but it's trying to distinguish this Sandslash from the few dozen others is next to impossible.
A small growl escaped Sandslash's mouth.
"AJ!" Ash replied, rather forcefully, "he had a trainer called AJ! Just outside of Cerulean city! He still has the wipe marks under his spikes to prove it!"
Finally letting his guard down, Lance released a breath as he grabbed the front of his head, pinching the top of his nose. His posture also fell, as the memories of said case rushed back. While not the worst case he has dealt with, it certainly falls on the further end of disturbing. Even if reliving the case is painful, he should let the ground type know what he wants to know. At least he was able to get a good trainer like Ash after such an ordeal.
"Okay, let's take a seat," Lance suggested, gesturing towards the empty benches on the side of the hallway.
Leading them, he took one of the far seats and slumped his shoulders as Ash took the other side, leaving a gap in the middle. Sandslash remained standing by Ash's leg, while still glaring up at the dragon type specialist. Despite dealing with numerous hostile Pokémon over the years and thus not being easily intimidated, it was easy to tell that the ground type was ready to attack... not that he blames him, after what happened.
"So tell me what you know so far?" Lance asked.
"All I know is what Sandslash told me," Ash replied, "he had a trainer called AJ! He hatched him from an egg, and they were close. After he became an official trainer, they started challenging the gyms but lost to Cerulean's gym. So he set up camp outside the city to do some training and that's where the abuse started. All the Pokémon were victim to it but Sandslash got it worst, and then you showed up."
"According to Sandslash, you promised to help him and at first he trusted you. But after a few weeks in the G-Men care, he was released back into the wild, separated from his friends forever and with only your broken promise that he could trust you."
Lance sighed, while most of that is true, it's far from the whole story. At the time, he decided it was best to hide the truth from Sandslash so he wouldn't be haunted by what happened but guess it only made him resentful of people. It was one of those judgement calls where the only options you have are bad choices, but you still have to choose.
"Okay, well you got most of it," Lance replied, "we did save several Pokémon from AJ and you won't need to worry about him. He received three life sentences to be served in conjunction with each other. He won't ever see the light of day and neither of you have to worry about him."
"...three," Ash gasped.
Ash's pupils dilated as his olive skin became a sick pale white colour. His hand shaking as it attempted to cover his mouth, possibly in an attempt to stop him bringing up the contents of his stomach. The slight of his reaction alone made Lance think it could be too much for them to hear but-
Sandslash growled threateningly.
"He asked if you could get to the point," he translated.
"Right," Lance replied, "anyway. It wasn't just a case of abuse. After the removal of Sandslash and the other Pokémon, we did a search of the ground for evidence. Our Dugtrio team found the ground had been disturbed and when we investigated, we found the remains of an Eevee. Medical and dental records showed that it was the Eevee who use to belong to AJ."
Looking closely show the beady little eyes of Sandslash leaking with a single tear trickling down his cheek. Seeing his chest move with each controlled breath, it was as if Lance could feel each pounding beat of his heart against the rib cage. It was short lived, as he let out a battle cry before slamming his claw down onto the floor, chipping it in the process. He appeared to say something else in a whisper, as Ash leaned down to listen.
"Sandslash said," he replied, "Eevee ran away."
"No Sandslash," Lance replied, "that is what AJ claimed when questioned and evidently what he told you, but she didn't run away. A post-mortem proved she died a few months prior to our arrival and the cause were the injuries she sustained. I'm sorry to tell you, but she wasn't the only one."
Lance sighed.
"After we brought all of you back to the headquarters, and while gathering evidence against AJ, one by one his Pokémon began to pass due to their injuries. You didn't, and it was determined that was because of your tough skin better protecting your internal organs from the trauma," Lance continued, "so the decision was made. I mean, I made the decision that it was best to release you back into the wild. Give you a chance to start fresh without the burden of AJ's actions to weigh you down. I can see that I was wrong to keep that from you and for that I am truly sorry Sandslash. I only wanted what was best for you, but I ruined your trust in humanity instead."
Waiting for a response, he looked down at the ground type who was visibly shaking. The tear filled eyes narrowed once again as the corners of his mouth twitched. Before anyone could react, he began violently slashing down on the floor. Lucky, the Pokémon centres are no-strangers to violent Pokémon and have been built to withstand many attacks, so all it really did was mark and chip the floor as a burning redness appeared around Sandslash's hand from the tight-hold he squeezed them into.
After a solid minute of letting his anger out, Sandslash stopped as his claw landed on the marked floor. He was panting heavily with dried tear stains marking his cheeks, his once constricted pupils now dilated. It was obvious that it was finally setting in. Another moment later, and the ground type took off, rushing through the double doors towards the main lobby.
"I-I should go after him," Ash stuttered.
Lance simply nodded in response as the chocolate-eyed boy slipped as he attempted to run down the hall. While not completely fallen over, he was clearly off balance for a few steps before pushing his way out of the double doors after his ground type.
Slumping back into his seat, Lance sighed. Using his hand to cover his eyes, he felt a familiar wetness. Today is just one bad thing after another. He still has to officially take Gyarados of Ash but right now Sandslash needs his trainer and Ash wouldn't be in any place emotionally to help him. Screw what his higher ups want, he is happy to wait for them to come to terms with this new information, if even for a short while.
Although it got Lance thinking, how many more Pokémon has he failed over the years by making the wrong judgement call, like he did with Sandslash?
Ash ran, it felt like he wasn't even seeing where he was going.
A small brown shape in front of him was his destination, but the tears welling in his eyes made it all the more difficult to see what was around him. It was as if his head was spinning around, unable to properly comprehend what was just told to him.
His skin tightened as a chilly cold wind blew past his face. It didn't stop him though; he has to find Sandslash. If he had known what Lance was going to say, well, honestly he still wouldn't know what he would've done. After all, those secrets have been the root of Sandslash's trust issues, especially with humanity and has also been a major cause for his anger but still. Maybe he would've been better not knowing but-
Unable to continue his thought process, he finally came to a stop as he found Sandslash stood in front of a lone tree. Using his sleeve, the z-cheek marked boy dried his eyes on them as he stood behind his ground type. He was using one hand against the tree to steady himself as his head slumped forward. Carefully walking to the side, he was able to make out some more of his features. Fresh flowing tears streamed down his cheeks; his eyes bolted shut with a wrinkled nose being a side effect of this. The corner of his mouth was slightly open, as his razor-sharp teeth clenched together.
Never has the slashing Pokémon looked more vulnerable. He always held himself together, regardless of the situation. Not showing any sort of emotion other than anger but now, he looked more like a small child, lost and alone. Ash's heart shattered for the millionth time today, as he felt a new wave of tears enter his eyes.
"S-Sandslash," Ash stuttered, "I-I'm sooo-o sorry."
His hand attempted to reach out and comfort his Pokémon in some way, maybe rub the top of his head or even just pull him into an embrace, Ash wasn't sure entirely, but it didn't matter as his hand stopped midway, as if it had a mind of its own. Sandslash never responded well to affection or comfort and likely wouldn't now either.
Ash wished there was something he could do, or something he could say but what could he? While he always thought that Sandslash's story, whatever part was hidden would be painful, he never imagined something like this. From what he remembered, AJ was a new trainer when all this happened, younger than Ash is currently and he killed several Pokémon. He couldn't even claim it to be a mistake since after the first one he would've stopped and turned himself in. Sandslash got lucky thanks to his tough skin.
"I-I'm the only one left," Sandslash quivered.
Closing his eyes, Ash lowered his hand back down. He just couldn't take it anymore, he never saw Sandslash look so vulnerable. It's not hard to understand why but even when seeing some very gruesome sights, Sandslash never even blinked so it shows just how much of an effect this truth has had on him... maybe he would've been better off not knowing. Still, what he said, that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Sandslash, you're not alone," Ash spoke out, "I can't promise to replace those friends you lost. I know I can't but won't leave you alone. I'll make sure your never alone, you'll have me. And Pikachu. And all the other-"
"No," Sandslash replied, "they can't know any of this. None of them can!"
"Sandslash," Ash whispered.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked straight down at his ground type. While his eyes had dried, the tracks of his tears were still staining his face, he was looking up at Ash, but Ash couldn't stop from noticing, the anger and hostility that became common place behind his eye were gone, only sadness remained in their glistening light from the sun above them.
"I don't want their sympathy," Sandslash replied, "if they were to know, I'd never escape it. They always be checking. You said before you wanted to help me move forward, did you mean that?"
"O-of course, I did," Ash replied.
While he can't say that he agrees with Sandslash's sentiment, he knew that Sandslash never was one for touchy feely so it makes sense why he wants to avoid it now but to keep his pain hidden can't be healthy. Then again, Sandslash has been good at letting him know when he's needed help and when not since their night at that cave while in the orange Archipelago.
"Then you can't tell them, not even Serena," Sandslash replied.
"Okay Sandslash," Ash sighed.
He really dislikes having to keep secrets but in the end, it's not his secret to tell. While it hurt when Serena kept Delphox's secret about falling out of love with Charizard, it wasn't Serena's fault. She was being a good trainer and friend. Sandslash already has too many reasons to distrust people and Ash can't give him another by betraying his trust.
"Thank you," he replied, "now... could I rest in my Pokeball, please?"
"Of course," Ash replied.
Reaching to his belt, he fiddled around to get the small device of before holding it out and recalling his ground type in a beam of red light. Once he was secure in it, Ash held it in the palm of his hand for a moment. As if today couldn't get worst after what happened to Gyarados, then this is all revealed... at least it can't get worst, right?
Ash dragged his feet as he re-entered the hall way.
It didn't take him long to find his way back to the Pokémon centre and upon entering the lobby, he spotted his friends who had evidently returned from their trip to the lake of rage Pokémon centre to retrieve their stuff. While he was thankful that they volunteered to grab his stuff so he didn't have to Gyarados, after what just happened with his Sandslash, he just couldn't bring himself to socialise with them. So he opted to return down the hall way.
As he made his slump that way, Ash could make out the back of Lance who was stood up next to the glass, clearly watching the room where Gyarados laid. While he knew it was highly unlikely, Ash did think this could possibly mean Gyarados was finally awake. With his heart beating harder against his ribs, Ash quickened his pace and pushed his way through the doors and into the corridor.
Not even registering the dragon type specialists reaction, he ran straight up to the glass... only to be confused. A couple Chansey's were in the room, one writing down some statistics, which wasn't unusual as they had done that hourly since he arrived but the other one was unstrapping the wires attached to him.
"What's going on?" Ash asked.
"Take a seat, Ash," he heard Lance reply.
Turning to the side, he found the spiky-red-haired man at his eye level. He was kneeling down on one knee and resting his folded arms on his other. While his expression was the same serious one that has been a constant, Ash could see in his glistening eyes. What he was about to say wasn't a good thing. Preparing for the worst, Ash felt a now familiar wetness enter his own eyes, but he quickly wiped them on his sleeve.
"G-Gyarados d-didn't-" Ash sobbed.
"No Ash, he isn't dead," Lance replied, placing a hand on his shoulder, "now please, take a seat. What I have to tell you is important."
Not able to hold it in, Ash did just that, flopping into the bench he spent most of his time as Lance waited patiently. Out of the corner of his eye, Ash could make out the Chansey still working on his friend, but he couldn't bear to watch, so he refocused his attention on Lance.
"Okay Ash," Lance sighed, "first thing I want to tell you, I know that what happened today wasn't your fault. The man responsible is a wanted criminal and his past crimes along with our evidence from today means he won't be getting free any time soon. He will face justice for what happened to Gyarados."
Wanting to show some gratitude, Ash attempted to thank the elite four member, but his voice got stuck. It was as if a sharp crisp struck the back of his throat as it went down, so he merely replied with a simple nod, once again having to dry his blubbering eyes.
"Look Ash, there's no easy way to tell you this," Lance continued, "as I explained before, the machine affected more than just Gyarados' physical appearance. His brain was heavily damaged, and his power was increased to whole knew levels. He was able to handle two members of my team consecutively without tiring and still had fight in him to handle Dragonite. Had he been thinking clearly, the right strategy might've meant he defeated Dragonite as well."
"I know this wasn't his fault, anger is a natural element to all Gyarados, its within their blood. And this also wasn't your fault, only one man is to blame and as I said before, he will be punished for it. But there is a bigger cause for concern. With how Gyarados acted and what Nurse Joy predicted based on his symptoms, he won't be the same Pokémon he once was. There's a chance he won't ever be the same again. And with his current power, that is very dangerous thing to leave un checked."
"What I'm trying to say, Ash, is that," Lance continued, "is that I have a duty to the public, to keep them safe. I'm going to need to take Gyarados off you and put me as his trainer now. This isn't to reflect negatively on you as a trainer, and it won't affect your participation in the Silver conference or any other competition, but it needs to be done. I already put in the request and filed the paperwork. I'm sorry it had to end this way, but I've also been called back on urgent business, so I'll be leaving, with Gyarados soon. Due to them working on him at the moment, you can't enter the room, but I'll give you a few minutes to say goodbye."
Ash couldn't take it; tears filled his eyes as he banged his head down into his open hands. How could this have happened, and on his birthday no-less. Even if Gyarados survived the ordeal, he still lost him. It's like he died from the experience, he doesn't remember anything, and the Gyarados Ash grew to know, and love is gone, probably forever. Now Lance is taking him away and Ash likely won't be seeing him again.
Time seemed to stand still as everything in his world came to a complete stop.
Sandslash released himself onto the cold metal floor.
He didn't really have time to properly comprehend what he was told about his past friends but honestly, he doubts he'll ever truly understand what happen or if he even wants to truly understand it.
Although that wasn't his main concern, Ash was. The jet black-haired boy was currently slouched on that horrid bench with his head in his hands. The puddle beneath proved he had been crying, not that Sandslash was surprised. He heard everything from within his Pokeball. He waited until he heard that cape guy say one last goodbye before revealing himself, which is where they are now.
He let a soft low growl escape his mouth.
"Huh?" Ash questioned, "S-Sandslash?"
His voice was hoarse and weak, like he had just been beaten black and blue and on his final breath. Taking a deep breath, Sandslash relaxed his tensing muscles, part of him wanted to slash that red headed guy limb from limb but he knew better, he knew it wouldn't help Ash and would just make this more difficult. That is why he waited for them to leave.
"Do you remember what you told me, after one of those times I lashed out and cut you?" Sandslash asked. He knew the boy wasn't looking at him, he likely wasn't even properly listening, but he needs to know this, "you told me that we share the same scars."
"Now. Now that we have both lost friends, out of our control and powerless to stop it. Now, we share the same scars. You helped me come to terms with mine and while I know I'm not done; you need help now instead. I'm not good with the emotional stuff but after what you did for me, I-I'll be here for you."
Sandslash took a deep breath, while not a mouthful, it was very difficult for him to say. He never wanted to feel vulnerable after what that Lance guy did, but Ash has gone out of his way time and time again to help him, so he deserves to know this.
"And to start with, we can get back on track to your next gym badge," Sandslash replied, "I know it's meant to be ice type, but I want it. And we will do it as soon as, because there is more than just me or Gyarados who you've helped and honestly, that is the only way I can think of to cram that fact into that skull of yours."
A cool breeze blew through Lance's hair.
He was currently riding on the back of his Dragonite, across the skies that cover Johto. They are flying west, to the station at Olivine City where Looker has been based for the last few months. The gentle ratter of his Pokeballs bouncing off each other could be faintly heard over the passing wind. He gave a quick glace towards them, focusing in on the new addition to his collection.
Of course, he isn't the ideal person to train this Gyarados considering he is a specialist with Dragon types and while it might have some dragon characteristics, it isn't the same. It'll be no different if he had to take an Aerodactyl, which also share dragon type characteristics or even a Pokémon with no such characteristics like a Charizard but honestly that doesn't matter, he owes it to Ash to at least try.
He will do what he can to help this poor sea-serpent. He owes it to Ash to do that. While there have been rare cases where a trainer has had their Pokémon returned after having them taken due to being a safety hazard, but they are few and far between. From what Nurse Joy said, its next to impossible for Gyarados' memories to return
She called it retrograde amnesia. Since memories are physical, like a broken bone that heals but are more like electric patterns passing through the brain, it's just not possible for those patterns to grow back. Once he has this rage and power under control, Lance will be sure to find a good trainer for him, someone who truly understands water type Pokémon and can handle that sort of strength. Maybe that new elite four member who recently joined the Kalos rankings... but he's getting ahead of himself, it'll take months, maybe even years before Gyarados is truly ready so he'll need to wait and see closer to the time.
"Alright buddy, there it is," Lance informed, as the port-city came into view, "take us down nice and easy."
His mighty dragon gave a stern nod before descending which caused them to increase speed. Clutching closer to his starter, Lance couldn't properly see as the wind punching his eyes blocked his vision, not that it matters, Dragonite has done enough of these he could do it with his eyes closed.
A familiar gut punch happened as them came to a complete stop. While a little off putting and disorienting to start with, the dragon type specialist quickly is use to those sort of g-forces, so he was able to quickly slide off his orange beasts back. As he walked around the side to thank his starter, he saw a man dressed in a long brown trench-coat.
"Lance," the man greeted, "what the hell did you think you was doing?"
"Don't start that with me, Looker," he replied.
"You just put our whole undercover operation under threat," Looker replied, "hundreds of man-hours, and for what?"
"And I just had to take down an innocent Pokémon and part him from his trainer, a good trainer at that," Lance replied, "and for what? Because of your failure to pass on any and all information regarding Team Rocket and the circus you've been running around them. I hold you personally responsible for that."
"Oh, don't you take the moral high ground with me," Looker replied.
"In case you forgot, detective inspector, you are not my S.O, we are of equal rank," Lance walked up and closed the gap between them, "now the only reason I dismissed Domino so she could continue this little charade of yours was because she said Giovanni made contact and was going to be arriving soon."
"I already have a task force in motion, they will be at Goldenrod by night fall. If I hear that she lied or this was a ploy so you could continue this game, I will send them in and take out Archer and the others regardless of what you say."
"Lance," Looker sighed, shaking his head, "you-"
"No Looker, you're not changing my mind," Lance replied, "that kid, who I had to take the Pokémon from. He wasn't at fault, but he is being punished for it. And unlike you, he didn't scream or shout, he didn't fight back or try to bargain. He accepted what needed to be done and didn't throw a tantrum. I am tired of your ts, and I have a duty to protect the innocent, same as you, unless you forgot. This little undercover of yours has already cost too much, and I won't stand by why you cause more pain on a hunch."
Not waiting for a response, Lance held his arm out and silently recalled his mighty dragon. Not wanting to stay in this argument for any longer then needed, he walked past the detective inspector and straight into the police station. One way or another, Team Rocket will fall, and they will do it soon, Lance will make sure of it.
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