Sometimes days off can be quite boring. My entire social life is on my iPad and that only gets me so far some days so yeah, may as well type up a new chapter early. Don't ever get used to this. I wonder how many of you have noticed that every chapter title is song lyrics. This was not intentional at the start, but I learned there was actually a song called The Otter and The Fox, why I don't know, but after that I decided to go with lyric titles. If someone was to get all of the ones in the story, even to this point, I'd be dumbfounded.

Ben's eyes watered as he saw that Logan was finally awake. Before he could stop himself, he threw his arms around the fox. "You're ok! I'm so happy! I'm so happy!" Logan groaned a bit, still quite stiff from being in a coma for nearly a month. Ben realized this and released his hug. "Sorry. I'm just so glad to see you awake again! I know that we may not get along well, but no one deserves to be stuck like that."

Logan looked down and away. "I do..." This simple statement was actually quite big for Ben, no pun intended. If he said he deserved something bad happening to him, then it was likely that whatever event occurred in his past, he was responsible for. Though for the moment, Ben pushed that to the back of his mind as Logan spoke again. "I'm... not a good... person? Pokémon? Whatever. Point is that I do deserve bad things like this. I don't know why you've stuck by me. I've been almost exclusively a complete asshole to you. How can you sit here and be happy that I'm ok?"

Ben placed his webbed hand on Logan's thigh. "Everyone deserves a second chance Logan. Whether or not you think so, it wouldn't be right of me to just let you die. I'm your trainer, I need to help you be better. Even so, I know there's good in you. No one is beyond help. You can be better, and the first step is to admit that you can be better. Most people, Pokémon, wow that is a tricky one, but most in your situation would think that they were good. The fact that you think otherwise shows that there's hope for you, and I'm gonna help you as much as I can."

Logan didn't have a response to that. He merely pushed Ben's hand off his thigh. "Well... thanks I suppose."

'He doesn't know how to accept help. Who knows how long it's been since someone offered to help him. Though part of that is probably his fault.' "Now come on, let's get you checked out. Think you can walk?"

Logan swung his legs over the side of the bed and gingerly began putting his weight on them. Once he put his full weight on them, he took a step, and stumbled a bit. Though he managed to stay upright. "Yeah, I think I'll be fine. Just get them working again."

"Ok, we'll take the stairs then."

Slowly, the duo began to make their way to the stairs as Logan's room had been on the second floor. This would turn out to be a mistake, as on the first step, Logan's leg cramped up a bit, causing his leg to buckle as his weight was no longer supported, and he fell down the stairs. Letting out a string of furious curses the whole way. "Ah fuck! FUCK! GODDAMNIT FUCKING COCK SUCKING COCK FUCK!" He ended up facedown on the floor. "Dammit!"

Ben ran down the stairs. "Oh good god are you ok!?"

Logan let out a groan that was more annoyed than pained. "Yep, that hurt."

A couple seconds later the Nurse burst through the door. "Who fell!? Oh you're awake. You ok?"

"A little sore and embarrassed but I'll be fine." Logan was helped up by Ben, quite a feat considering the size and weight difference. Zoroarks were very heavy for how thin they were. Their bones were very dense in order to withstand the immense strain they were put under. Zoroarks could propel themselves over 50 feet in the air, which required many tons of force, and the landing also put literal tons of strain on the bones. If they didn't have bones like they did, they would quite literally destroy themselves. So despite their lanky bodies, they were actually quite hefty creatures.

They went to the lobby and Logan was checked out as a patient, and Ben checked out of his room. They were finally going to go to Pinwheel Forest. Ben had taken on the Gym while Logan was out and had managed to win, not easily, but it wasn't a fight to the finish.

After they checked out, and stocked up on food and water, they began heading to the entrance. This took them past the museum, where they heard a familiar voice from someone exiting said museum. "Oh it's... and him."

Ben looked over at the voice and saw N. "Oh hey. It's been some time. How was the museum?"

"Pretty good. Some neat things in there. Though I found myself somewhat unable to concentrate on the exhibits. I've been doing some thinking. Pokémon inside Pokeballs, how trainers are supposed to behave, a future where Pokémon have become perfect... these are all things I think about often. What about you? Do you think of these things too?"

Ben politely shook his head. "No, I don't. I think about here and now, and what I need to do to make my Pokémon, and myself, better. I think that's how it should be."

"Hm. Perhaps I should put you through a test... but... him."

Logan held a hand up. "I just came out of a coma after nearly a month. So I have no desire to fight right now." N normally would've expressed deep concern for a Pokémon going through such a thing, but this Zoroark, he was less than pleased with, so he didn't respond.

"Ok then, let's see how you do. I've been training. It won't be so easy this time." N grabbed a Pokeball and threw it between himself and Ben. A Pidove came out. Ben knew exactly what to do, and sent out Blitzle, who he still hadn't named since he was very bad at naming things.

"I haven't been sitting on my butt either." Ben had been training hard too. Blitzle was up to Level 15 now. "Let's make this quick Blitzle! Use Shcok Wave!" Blitzle's bolt shaped horn took on a yellow glow before a wave of electrivity shot out from his body. It slammed into the small bird and knocked it out immediately.

"Impressive. That was indeed quick. Ok, let's try this." N tossed another Pokeball and a Timburr came out. Ben knew immediately knew what to do. He switched out Blitzle for Munna, now Level 17. N put a hand to his head. This wasn't gonna end well for him. Since his Timburr likely wouldn't survive the Psychic Type Attack that he knew was coming, he called for a Low Kick. He had to try and get some damage in. The Timburr's Attack connected and actually did a respectable amount of damage thanks to his high Attack Stat. Ben however called for a Psybeam. This quickly knocked out N's second Pokémon. "This bodes poorly." N sent out his final Pokémon, a Tympole. N knew where this was going. Ben predictably switched back to Blitzle, and called for another Shockwave. This wasn't gonna end well either. With little fanfare, the Attack was fired and Tympole went down. N gave a sigh. This made twice that Ben had cleaned his clock. "It appears that my friends are not yet strong enough. We need to do better to make the world better for Pokémon, or maybe we just can't solve this problem with brains. Perhaps we need power. Enough to make people agree." He handed Ben the money he was owed for a win, and walked away. As he was walking away he muttered something to himself. Ben wasn't quite able to pick up on it.

"Did you hear what he said?" Ben shook his head. "He said something about the power of Reshiram." Ben's attention was snagged very quickly. "Apparently a Pokémon that helped create Unova along with some sort of hero."

"That can't be good! Reshiram is heralded as god. Unbelievably powerful, near unstoppable!"

"Well if it's a legend then I highly doubt Team Plasma will be able to get their hands on it, so calm down." N became confused by that.

"Team Plasma? You mean N?" Logan shook his head.

"Foxes don't just have better ears and eyes than you otters, we have better noses too. When that Gesis-" Ben corrected him by simply saying Ghestis. "Whatever, when he was talking to the crowd when we first met N, I was able to pick up his scent, and I could smell that on N. Now I passed it off previously as them perhaps having simply spoken shortly before that moment, but I was able to smell Ghestis' scent on him again. He has frequent contact with that guy I'm sure. I'm damn near certain that means he's part of Team Plasma. Maybe some sort of spy or reconnaissance person so he doesn't wear the uniform, but I bet he's in that organization."

Ben looked at N's shrinking figure, now in the distance. "We best keep an eye on him whenever we can"