(Meanwhile)

Giovanni paced anxiously around the lab, it had been nearly four years since the mishap with Mewtwo, after the first six months of planning, and nearly a year of building the new lab, he had started again to create a psychically enhanced replica of Mew. This one he was overseeing personally, he wasn't sure what had gone wrong with the last one, but he knew that Mewtwo had already been enraged when they first met. This time, he wanted to be sure that everything was done right. No mistakes this time. I will have the strongest Pokemon in the world one way or another! He thought as he stopped to stroke his Persian. She purred and looked up at him patiently, she knew what was bothering him and was trying to give him what comfort she could. "Yes, I know. I'll sit for a while, ok?" He said after finally she stood in front of him and looked up with large luminous eyes.

She nodded and rubbed his leg gently with her head and side as he walked over to the chair he'd requested brought down for him. As he sat, she took her place just beside him, raising her head up to his hand. He patted her gently, smiling at her. "So, do you think that he'll be nicer and more obedient than Mewtwo?" Giovanni asked her. She gave a low growling meow as a reply. "Oh, dear me, do you think she'll be nicer?" He corrected himself, looking harder as the little pokemon in the tank, to see if his Persian was correct. And indeed she was.

The Persian moaned her agreement and leaned against her master's leg, Giovanni smiled contently and stroked her. She saw the little Pokemon in the tank as something like a baby that she'd never have, Giovanni had already told her that she would never be bred, he saw it as a discrimination against her will. Though she was secretly saddened, she was also grateful that her master thought of her feelings on that particular subject. She sighed and closed her eyes, it wouldn't be much longer, for her to wait. The little pokemon was growing at a fast rate, which Giovanni supposed was normal, since the records of Mewtwo's own growth had been lost in the explosion.



The next few weeks went much the same, the little pokemon continued to grow, and Giovanni continued to speak to her through the glass and be in the lab nearly every waking minute. But on this day, he was not in the lab, the little Pokemon floated alone, curled into a fetal position her paws twitching in a sort of dream. The scientists that were there monitored her closely, none of them were willing to feel Giovanni's wrath if anything were to happen to the little Mew-type.

It was nearing noon, when most of the scientists were away for lunch or business that an alarm suddenly went off. Her respiration was labored, her heart pounding, and her mind racing; she was in some sort of distress, her little face revealed the pain she was in and her paws tightened into little fists. Giovanni was called and the few scientists that were there rushed to aid her in calming down.

"What's going on? Why's she reacting like this?" Asked one of the new scientists that just rushed in, having heard the alarms down the hall.

"Her insulin level has dropped!" Shouted a man from one of the monitors across the room.

"So has her amino acid level! And her Glucose!" A woman in a lab coat shouted from the other side, the senior researcher rushed to the tank and began to punch in information. "What're you doing?! You're going to kill her! She's too young!" The woman exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

"If she stays in that tank, she's going to die! The oxygenation machine stopped, she's being pumped full of carbon-dioxide! That's the reason she's in distress!" The senor researcher explained as he looked up and furrowed his brow in concern. Than he turned to the woman and snapped his fingers. "I need the override numbers." She blinked at him, so he snapped and pointed at the desk to a large bookshelf. "It's over there, in the little red folder! Quick!" He shouted, she leap up and scampered for the folder.

Giovanni rushed into the room, his face ashen, a mix of fear and anger. "What's going on!" He roared over the commotion of everyone else. The SR quickly explained what was happening as he quickly flipped through the folder to find the information that he needed. "Will she survive outside of the tank?" He asked, the anger leaving him as he looked at the little pokemon in the tank.

"She'll be just like a baby, she'll have to be cared for and fed, she's going to be weak and defenseless. If you want her to survive, you'll have to care for her as if she were a human infant. I have no idea of how strong her bones or muscles are yet, only that she can breathe on her own and her other functions are workable. Now please, let me do my work!" He said as his fingers flew across the data keys, Giovanni remained silent as he watched.

His heart nearly broke as the little pokemon writhed once more and placed her little paw against the glass where Giovanni was standing, he touched the glass involuntarily where her paw was as all of the now contaminated fluid drained and lowered her to the bottom. PokeCenter Nurses rushed to take care of the little pokemon, at first, everyone held their breaths as she didn't breath in a breathe of life. "Is she. . ." Giovanni started, but the nurse shook her head.

"No, she just needs a little stimulation, that's all. . ." She was saying as she rubbed the little Mew's chest and pressed down, another clearing the airways and opening her little mouth. After a long minute, finally a weak little protest rose from her and she moved her head away from the other nurse. She wailed and shivered in the cold, her little paws waving like a newborn human's. "She'll be fine. She just needs to be warm and loved." The PokeCenter Nurse replied as she looked at Giovanni, and offered her to him. "Here, hold her, I'll be back shortly with a few bottles of a special formula to start her off with, than I'll explain to you what she needs." Giovanni took her and looked down at his newest Pokemon.

The Persian, who had been just as nervous and worried as he, looked up at him expectantly. "Look!" He said, kneeling down to the Persian's level. "Isn't she precious?" He asked, the Persian purred and gave the Mew a short gentle lick. So, perhaps you'll be a mother after all. . .Giovanni thought as he sat down on the floor and let the Persian clean the little infant. Remarkably, the little Mew began to purr and grab for the suddenly maternal Persian, Giovanni smiled. This one would definitely be cared for well. There was only one Pokemon that he loved enough to care so gently for her, and now there were two. "You, little one, will probably not fight for me at all. . .You're very special. Isn't she , darling?" He asked the Persian as he stroked her head, feeling the jaw muscles work as she continued to cleanse the little newborn. The Persian seemed to purr louder as an answer, Giovanni laughed softly and touched the newborn's forehead, the little paw reached up and touched him. The fur was so soft that it reminded him of a Ninetails, her colors were soft and delicately spotted like a little puma cub's in the books of extinct animals of the past.

After the Persian had finished her cleansing, she looked up at Giovanni and seemed to smile. At last, I will have the kitten I have always dreamed of, even if it did not come from me, I will still have my little baby. She thought as she leaned against Giovanni and closed her eyes, listening to the little newborn's weak cooing.

For nearly a minute after the Persian's careful treatment was over, there was silence from the little Mewling. Giovanni was getting comfortable holding her and the Persian had slipped into a peaceful state of sleep. But an instant later, that was all gone. The Mewling gave a heart breaking wail that caused both Giovanni and the Persian to jump with a start! He hurried to soothe her with gentle caresses, and the Persian with a soft lick of her tongue. But still, the newborn cried on, Giovanni was getting nervous again, which added to the little newborn's stress. Her brows were pulled into a frown of frustration and her little mouth opened to reveal small little fangs protruding from her otherwise toothless mouth.

Giovanni was just about to call for someone when the PokeCenter Nurse came back. "Oh, you poor, poor thing! Oh, shush now! It's not that bad!" She cooed to the Mewling as she sprinkled a little of the formula onto her wrist and handed the bottle to Giovanni when she was satisfied that it was the right temperature. "Here, give her that to suck on, she'll quiet down in a moment." The Nurse told him as he did as was told with out thinking of the irony of it.

"Should she be wailing like this? I mean, that's an awful painful sound for such a little thing." Giovanni asked as he held the bottle, every now and then the Nurse would tip it up higher and instruct him on how to hold it.

"She's very hungry, plus there's also a high amount of distress with her, would you like me to take her and run her through the PokeMedical examination? She might have something else wrong that we're not able to see." Giovanni thought for a moment and then nodded. "Very well, would you like me to take her now, or wait until she's finished eating?"

Giovanni looked down and noticed that she was still fussing softly and pursed his lips. "You should take her now, I don't want her to suffer any longer than she already has, but don't do anything, anything, without my permission that is not common procedure, or could hurt her!" He warned her, handing the little Mewling to the PokeCenter Nurse.

"Very well." She said, than down at the little newborn as she walked away. "Don't you worry, I'll have you feeling better soon! That's right, you just keep on drinking that formula like a good little baby!" She cooed to her as the door shut behind her.

Giovanni sat alone with his Persian, feeling oddly incomplete without the little bundle, the Persian too was looking longingly towards where the newborn was taken. "Don't worry, she'll be fine. All she needs is a little rest, we'll have her back soon." He looked back at the empty tank wondering what went wrong and how. After thinking for a moment, he stood up and crossed to the next room around the enclosed glass one. The scientists were still working on the machinery, trying vigorously to find the reason for the malfunction before Giovanni asked. "Have you discovered what caused the malfunction yet?" He asked softly to the youngest, and nearest scientists to him.

He snapped up and nodded his head. "Yes sir! We think we have the malfunction detected, no sir, we're still working on the reason for the malfunction." Giovanni narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow, the young scientist swallowed hard and continued on a little faster. "The malfunction was that somehow both the air tank and the tube were damaged, how is yet to be determined.

"We know that the tube to her tank was tied, which means that someone would had to have done it purposefully, but the malfunction with the air tank is something we aren't sure of. It has a safety feature for when the air tank runs dry, it pulls air from the outside in and starts to filter it before it is empty, but the safety device never kicked on, so the air tank was pumping in sheer carbon dioxide. We'll let you know the instant we have the rest of the answers for you, Mr. Giovanni, sir!" The young man said as he stood straight and tried to act unscathed by the others presence.

But Giovanni knew better. He nodded, not in the mood to provoke the fear he usually did, and spoke softly. "Good work, I'll be waiting for that extra information, but there is no need to rush it, things take time, I'll be busy with the little Mewling, so I'll be easy to find." With that, he turned and walked towards the exit, his Persian just a step beside him.