Sorry for the long wait! It's been a year for Serena and she has gone through quite a long since being taken. The serum has disrupted her memories so she has none of what happened, and struggles with it. Mew two is still growing to its adult stage during this time, if you want to compare it to the movie, the last half is during the very beginning of the first movie. Don't let that trick you though because I'm not incorporating the anime in this. Enjoy!


Serena stared out the window of her therapist's office. It was on the fourth floor of a large building, she couldn't quite remember the rest of its contents, overlooking Celadon City. The clerk typed away at the computer, muttering to herself about future appointments along with some numbers while occasionally glancing at Serena to make sure she was okay.

It had been a year since her incident, and she couldn't remember what had happened. Her parents believed it was a defense mechanism or something. The words they used kind of blurred together, and she wasn't really paying attention. Therapy was a word she had never encountered in her everyday life before her birthday party a year before. Her parents never asked about it, but it was implied that they wondered how things went. They referred to it as a weekly check-up.

Her therapist was an old friend of her father's, Ken Sato. Surely, he was picked because of his relationship with her father. Once he had obtained info on what happened, he would report it to him, and Aaron would go off to find the culprit. She knew this is the case just because that was how her father had been since she had come home. He was desperate to know what happened, while she was entirely indifferent to it.

Something in the back of her mind told her that she didn't want to remember what had happened. Anytime she followed the trail back to her party, followed by being snatched and pulled into darkness, the darkness got muddled together. She saw the face of that lady who took care of her, but why did she need to shower so much? It felt like all she ever did was sleep, eat, and shower.

After that, it turned into some dark void, empty and cold every time she got to it. She didn't understand how she could just come to an empty spot of memories, but that's how it was. Just nothing.

But that same part of her mind was also the problem. As quiet as it could be, with her dropped off memories, it also bugged her. It started with a tugging sensation and then some garbled noise as if she were being held under water and people were trying to speak with her. Sometimes it didn't sound like that. Sometimes it was clear, but she still couldn't understand what was being said. At times, it happened when she was talking with her parents, or when she was asleep, but when it was over, she didn't understand what it was.

It unsettled her that someone had entered her mind and took something out or possibly put something in. She wanted it back. She wanted that control over herself and her memories.

That much she had told her therapist. Other than that, they didn't talk about anything else important. He didn't pressure her into speaking about her muddled memories, and she didn't volunteer the information. Instead, they talked about mundane things, everyday conversations she imagined her mother had with her fellow professors at the University, or her father at the League with the G-men.

Dr. Sato was patient and went along with her little game. He was kind, and she felt bad not opening up to him, but she didn't have the information he was looking for. She didn't like the darkness, and she didn't want to talk to him about it.

"Serena?" her mother's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She glanced up to see her mother donning a pencil skirt and a bright blue long-sleeved button-up shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her sideswept bangs brushed behind her right ear. Wordlessly, the young girl stood and followed her mother out of the office and into the elevator.

"How was your check-up?"

There it was. Check-up.

"It was good. Dr. Sato's son moved to some faraway region last week, and he's having a hard time with it, mostly because he's worried his son won't be able to hold a job," Serena rattled off the answer as if it was a question about the weather.

"He told you this?" Rowan frowned at her daughter.

"Mostly," she replied with an innocent look.

"Were you reading his mind again?"

"I wouldn't say reading, more like listening to his constant mind chatter," Serena tried to hide her smile as she glanced away.

"What did I say about reading people's minds?" Rowan asked as they exited the elevator.

Serena let out a sigh and responded, "I should never read minds unless they tell me I can."

"Exactly," her mother nodded as they hit the street. She turned back for a quick moment to grin at her daughter. "He really thinks his son is lazy, huh?"

"You have no idea."

The two shared a laugh before continuing along their path home. The University was only a seven minute walk from the office Serena was at, their home ten minutes from there. Usually, Rowan drove to get her daughter, but lately the weather had been nice for the start of school.

Serena didn't begin classes until the next week. As such, Rowan wanted to spend some time with her daughter before then. This was mostly because Rowan was scared to let her daughter go to school without someone to watch her. At the office, she had the doctor to watch over her, but at school, she had no one. Rowan didn't know any of the teachers at school, and she didn't want her husband posting any agents there.

Ever since Serena's disappearance from her own party, the two had become highly suspicious of G-men agents. There were a small few they could trust, and even then, they were worried. It didn't help that Aaron was already paranoid about Giovanni. He would stop at nothing from making sure his brother never got his hands on Serena ever again.

With no proof and witnesses, the family could never press charges on anyone.

It was a weight Serena had held over her shoulders, one that bugged her each waking moment. She couldn't recognize any face that was shown to her except for her uncle's. But even then, not in a sense that would place him as the perpetrator.

She knew that her uncle was not a good man, that she should never trust him, but he had only ever been nice to her. He got her whatever she wanted and more, not that it made her like him any more than warranted, but she didn't hate him by any means. Serena found that she wanted to understand him more than anything. How could someone so terrible be related to someone as good as her father? They were total opposites.

"We have to go school shopping," Rowan began speaking as they crossed a long crosswalk near the large department store, the biggest one in Celadon. "Wanna go right now?"

School. It was scary to think about it. The first year, she did half at home with her mother. Thanks to her being a professor, she was able to keep Serena on track for her education. Her school accepted it, and now she was still with her academic class. But was she ready? Probably. She loved her parents, but being homeschooled for most of the year was just too much. She missed getting lost in the sea of students, talking amongst her good friends, and even eating with them.

Her mother wasn't a teacher that gave busy work, so she rarely had homework that felt pointless. So maybe she was worried that she'd be close to failing her classes because of the different styles at school. Either way, she had to get out of the house.

"Sure."

Anything to keep her mind busy.

XxXxXxX

"Status report."

Fuji stared into Giovanni's dark eyes. It had been far too long since he had flinched at the man's voice, or shivered under his stare. Now, he gazed at Giovanni without fear. There was mostly gratitude in his gaze. Did that make him a colder person than he used to be? No, he was just tired today. He had been up scanning Mewtwo's brain wave activity. The specimen had been growing at a steady rate, much larger than it used to be. He suspected it was now in its adult stage, in around a year as well.

It was spectacular watching him grow. It started out quick, and now it had grown so subtly, if he weren't mourning his daughter, Fuji may have been proud.

"I suspect it'll wake up soon, but I advise against waking it up prematurely," Fuji spoke in a low tone. "Its activity has been spiking recently, a sign of approaching consciousness. How's the girl?"

"Unimportant at the moment," Giovanni ground out before turning on his heel and stalking down the hallway. "She is of no use to us now, but I will make sure that she stays within reach!"

Fuji grimaced at his words. He should have kept his mouth shut. He knew Giovanni wanted to test out things no one else would, and Fuji gave him the excuse. But he needed the DNA, and he got it. Now his daughter was gone, and his decision would haunt him for the remainder of his life.

XxXxXxX

"Serena Lockwood?"

"Here," Serena muttered from her desk.

It was the first day of class at the private school in Celadon. Her friends were in another classroom, leaving her to sit alone in the middle of the room. Dressed in the green and gray themed uniform, Serena looked like everyone else. If only she felt that way, too.

When she had awoken that morning, she had felt groggier than usual, as though she were waiting for something to happen. It felt as though her subconscious was tugging on something in the back of her head, urging her to do something. But what? She had no idea, and that irked her, frustrating her to no end.

She didn't say a word to her parents, or else they would have left her at home; she couldn't possibly spend another minute at the house, cramped up in her room, studying the curriculum that her mother planned out for her. Left to the darkest reaches of her mind...

"Welcome back, everyone!" the teacher crooned to the class, jerking Serena out of her thoughts and pulling her into a lecture about the expectations in her classroom.

Before everything that had happened, Serena would be bored or dying to go home, but now that she had been away for so long, she was absorbing the experience. Her teacher, Ms. Ishihara, was perky and bright. She reminded Serena of her mother. As a professor, Serena knew that her mother was popular for making her lectures interesting and helping students out. The transition back into school would be simple.

For the remainder of the morning, her teacher slowly began their first class: history. A class Serena had no interest in, but paid attention to nonetheless as slide after slide shined on the board. Few students took notes, others whispered, and still a few just stared at the screen lost in their minds.

Serena wrote down what she could as their teacher whizzed through the lesson. She froze in the middle of a sentence as a low whisper came from behind. Her shoulders shivered and she turned to look at the desk behind her, only to find the girl asleep with drool running down her chin. With a grimace, Serena turned back to the front, trying to focus on the slides.

Her hands began to tremble slightly as she copied the words down about the Great War that took place in Kanto.

What..

The whisper became louder before choking off into garbled nonsense. Outside, a breeze rattled the maple tree out front. Serena turned to watch the leaves flutter in the wind as the whisper came back.

What... am I?

Serena frowned. Where did that come from? She was a human, why would she even ask herself that question?

But as she rationalized the question, she knew that it was not coming from her or anyone in the room. This voice seemed familiar, yet didn't. Her chest squeezed at the sound of it, sympathizing with it, wanting to answer.

Something warm slowly began to bloom within her mind. It felt like the first time she read the mind of her mother. The warmth of a mind she had known for a while.

Where am I?

It was louder now, echoing in her mind as she glanced around the room. She felt as though she was in a dream, nothing around her felt real. Not her body, or the desk, or her clothes.

She just had to make it through one day of school, she reminded herself, planting her hands firmly on the desk and inhaling deeply. This voice will go away, she believed firmly.

I am ready...

This time the echo was stronger, making it sound as if it were said multiple times at the same time. Serena clutched her pencil in her hand, wondering just what the voice was ready for.

I am ready... to be!

Her eyes clenched shut and she felt... nothing.

Nothing happened to her. Her mind seemed to relax, and the dreamy feeling faded away as her mind quieted down. She glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching her, but thankfully, nothing had changed. Her teacher droned on as the students sleepily followed along.

The rest of the day went on without a hitch, and as Serena hit her last class, she was feeling proud of herself for handling the day. Some people asked questions about what happened, but her friends fended them off for her while she continued to ignore the stares. It wasn't that bad. She imagined that it could have been worse.

Sitting in her seat in the middle of the room, Serena stared at the board as their teacher wrote out a math problem. She liked the work involved with math, writing everything down to get an answer, but she hated the complicated equations with letters and numbers.

On the wall, the clock ticked down the time to leave school. Everyone was antsy, and she couldn't help but get excited along with them.

Then she heard garbled voices in her head, and the slight panic began to set in. Glancing down at the desk, Serena took in a quiet breath. Her father had taught her how to handle stressful situations by breathing and grounding herself. She has to focus, or something would go wrong on her first day of school.

They're outside... Where I should be...

The voice dissipated, and she felt a sharp pain prick at her brain. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but squeezed her eyes shut to brace herself against the heat of it. Somewhere far away, she heard her teacher ask if she was okay, but Serena lost control of the growing force in her mind.

It was her telekinesis acting up. She could feel the force of it as the energy ejected out from her body. The kids in her class screamed as their desks slammed against one another with enough force to send some students tumbling out of their seats onto one another or the ground. A misty blue light covered the windows, causing them to crack and explode.

There were more screams then, and Serena forced herself out of her chair. Her teacher stared at her from the floor with wide, fearful eyes. The look in her eyes hurt Serena, as if she would attack her, or even worse. She wasn't a monster... was she?

Serena took a deep breath, feeling another onslaught of energy coming up as a garbled conversation went on in the background. She pushed against the energy crashing down upon her and sent it back towards the place it came from. A few things went flying across the room before she cut herself off from her powers.

Her mother had taught her that trick for when she couldn't control herself.

Take a deep breath and locate the source. Everyone has a source, whether it's their mind, their heart, their emotions, or anywhere else important to them. Somewhere in your mind, you have a switch that you have to flip to stop yourself.

Serena found her "switch", and cut off the energy supply with a hard shove of her own. Her mind sealed off the flow, and she felt a pounding headache come on.

The students rushed out of the room, crying and blubbering about their injuries or about being scared as the teacher funneled them out. Serena glanced at Ms. Ishihara and cursed herself for doing so. She looked terrified, as if she had narrowly escaped death. Being the cause of that fear terrified Serena.

They stood there, locked in a stare down for a long moment before the bell rang, signalling in the end of the school day. Serena tore her gaze away from her teacher and bent over to grab her notebook and backpack. As she moved out into the hallway, she felt like half the student body was watching her as she headed straight to the office to call her mother.

She never made it through her first day of school.

Panting and feeling as though she were about to faint, Serena managed to call her mother and get the story out before collapsing in an office chair. She waited ten excruciating minutes for her mother. In that time, an ambulance appeared, followed by two police cruisers. Students with harsher injuries were rushed out while minor injuries were taken care of on the spot. Ms. Ishihara stalked out of the school and pointed to Serena through the large windows many times, looking angry and scared as they wrote down her words.

Rowan couldn't arrive any faster, jogging in heels into the office with her husband right behind, pausing to speak with the officers and a hysterical Ishihara.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Rowan rushed up to her daughter, squeezing her face between both hands.

"No, just scared," Serena whispered, she could feel the block she had put up weakening with each minute she sat in the office.

Already she could hear the voices of the students and staff whirling around her mind. They all hated her, they wanted her to leave as soon as possible. They thought she was a monster.

Finally, Aaron stepped into the office, and Serena couldn't help but begin to cry as her father, with the policemen, talked to the Dean. They moved to the office where Serena sat between her parents, sobbing as they argued that it was merely an accident. For two hours, she sat there while her parents tried to solve everything.

Her father began to raise his voice when the phone rang. Everyone stopped to stare at the phone, then at the Dean. The old man's furious face calmed just as he reached down and picked up the phone. Aaron huffed, and Rowan reached over to pat her husband's arm as he glared at the man.

"Hello?"

Serena wiped her face, watching as his grumpy glare faded to an open mouthed look of fear. Everyone in the room watched the dean's face turn pale as he listened to whoever was on the other side of the line. Beside her, Aaron's face hardened, and he fought the urge to rip the phone away from the old man.

"I-I understand..." he coughed before hanging up, gathering himself. He clasped his fingers together. "I-I think we are done here."

"What?" Aaron demanded, and Rowan gave her husband an exasperated look. Sure, it was sketchy, but their daughter was exhausted, stressed, and in serious need of help. "What do you mean we're done here?"

"That call was to confirm a payment for the damages that Serena has done," the dean replied in a tight voice. "I suspect she won't be returning?"

"Hell no," Aaron spat between clenched teeth, getting up from his seat and holding a hand out for his daughter. "Have a nice day."

His warm hand engulfed hers and lifted her up into his embrace. She may not be a little child, but Aaron's anger helped him lift up his daughter into his arms and carry her outside. Students watched as she passed by, most glaring, some looking scared, while others looked curious. She ducked her head, leaning against her father's shoulder, as they rush by.

In and out of consciousness, she suddenly found herself within a large house with bright lights and two mysterious people as well as a young girl her age. Above her, her parents spoke in hushed tones, asking for help.

An older man with murky green eyes came into view then, his light skinned face lined with soft wrinkles and some freckles. His pale brown hair was messy, and he looked to be wise in the eyes and scatterbrained in looks. She stared at him for a minute before realizing he was speaking to her.

"What happened?" he asked in a hard tone. Serena frowned, sitting up in her father's arms and regarding the man with a curious look. He saw her hesitation, and turned to the left with his arm splayed out. "Take her to the living room to have a seat."

"Honey, it's okay. Mr. Natsume is a friend of ours, you remember Sabrina?" Rowan spoke with her daughter in a gentle tone, gesturing to the dark haired girl standing off to the side.

Serena followed her finger to see Sabrina watching her with her light red eyes from under dark black bangs. Their gazes locked, and the light eyed girl tilted her head, trying to understand what was going on in the older girl's mind. Serena felt her mind push into hers, and shook her head, urging the girl out. Both of them flinched at the feeling.

"Sabrina, stop," Sabrina's father advised in a gentle tone. "Her mind is volatile, you do not want to go in there blindly." He turns back to Serena, this time with a much kinder face, and asked once more. "What happened?"

Through the muggy thoughts and pain, Serena relayed the events leading up to her energy burst as well as the incident itself. It was scary for her to think about it. Ishihara's face blinked rapidly through her mind as she spoke. The expression would surely haunt her for a while.

"I see... There's an extreme amount of energy emanating from you that is not completely yours," Sabrina's father rubbed at the stubble on his chin, glancing between the family of three.

"How is that possible?" Rowan frowned, clutching her daughter's hand tight.

Serena didn't tell her to let go, she only watched as her father clenched and unclenched his jaw. He knew something, she was sure of it. He had an idea what was going on, but wouldn't say it because it had to do with her disappearance.

Mr. Natsume shook his head with a shrug. "It's hard to say for sure, but your daughter seems to be gaining a lot of psychic energy at an alarming rate. More than her brain can handle at the moment. We're going to have to help her focus it, guide it, so that she can absorb it at a rate she can handle."

"What do you need to do?" Rowan spoke, having more knowledge on this than her husband.

Serena got lost in a flurry of orders as she was taken to another room. This room smelled sweeter and was dimly lit. She heard the sound of rushing water and some ambient noise playing in the background. Her mother urged her to lie down on a soft, cozy ottoman.

She leaned her head back to see that the ceiling was lined with windows that showed the beautiful afternoon sky filled with clouds. Her mind was put a little more at ease as her mother came into view above her head. Sabrina and her father appeared on either side of her, their eyes fixated on hers as they lifted their hands to hover above her head.

"Close your eyes and focus on our energies," Rowan instructed her daughter. Her mother had no special abilities herself, however, she was well versed in the community that was a part of it, and knew how to conduct processes such as these. Serena remembered showing her first signs of being psychic. Her mother immediately began to school her in her own powers, encouraging her to experiment, with safety, and to ask questions.

Now, Serena just wanted to give it up.

She did as told, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Sabrina's burning light and her father's came into view in her mind's eye. From this vantage point, Serena could tell that Sabrina was much more powerful than her father. She latched onto them easily, and followed her mother's orders to let them in. She felt their minds probing her own to find the onslaught of energy pouring into her.

Their minds gathered round, and she felt as though she was being suffocated as they pressed onto the flow. It lessened and lessened until it was a steady stream of energy, less erratic and messy. The process took longer than they expected; within an hour, they had Serena under control of her growing powers, and were letting her rest.

Sabrina's mother waited for Serena's parents in the next room with refreshments as the families sat down to talk. Sabrina was left with the other young girl, watching her slumber and making sure there were no more sudden outbursts. Aside from the ambient noise in the other room, there was no sound between the adults. The Nastumes watched the Lockwoods squirm with discomfort before finally speaking.

"Something has been connected to your daughter," Mr. Natsume finally spoke.

"What is it?" Aaron asked as Rowan fought against her tears.

"I'm not sure, but it's powerful, which is why she reacted the way she did in school today," he continued on, reaching forward for his cup of tea. "Sabrina went through something similar. The best thing to do now is to focus on training her. She needs to exercise her mind, or it will all build up."

"We'll do that," Aaron assured him, reaching next to him to comfort his wife. "There's nothing you can do to stop it?"

"Nothing that ends with her coming out alive," he spoke in a grave tone. "Whatever is connected to her, this 'bond' that they have, is strong."

Aaron fought the urge to flip the table and swear. What did Giovanni do?

"Take her home, and let her rest." Mr. Nastume glanced through the open door where his daughter watched over their slumbering daughter. "And pray that your daughter can survive her growing abilities."