Chapter two: A Strange Friendship
The creature had heard his human-name uttered many times before, but never as the mysterious Girl of the Sky (as he had mentally labeled her) had. It was a gentle, confused question.
"Uh... yeah. That's what humans call me."
"Mewtwo..."
Girl of the Sky let out another pitiful whimper-groan, closing her eyes. She started muttering to herself, through which the Mewtwo caught a few incoherent words: "Freckles... Shadow... Wormhole... Multiverse..."
Her leg twitched and she stopped muttering.
"Uh, you okay?" the Mewtwo asked.
No response. He checked the mysterious human's breathing again. Yes, she was fine. His two minds were once again at war, but the small part of his subconscious was gaining the upper hand. He stared blankly ahead, the echo of the dream in his head...
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
The Mewtwo snapped out of his trance and looked down at Girl of the Sky.
"Sorry... I kinda space out a lot..." (Did he just say "sorry" to a human?)
"It's alright. I know a lotta guys like that."
There was a moment of silence between the two, and the Mewtwo got at good look at Girl of the Sky. She was wearing a dark blue sweater with a zipper, blue jeans a tad lighter than the sweater, and light blue-and-white sneakers. Her skin was Caucasian, her hair brunette, and she had blue eyes behind gold-framed glasses.
The Mewtwo broke the silence by asking, "So. Where ya from?"
"Not this Universe, that's for sure..."
He suddenly remembered her mutterings. "You know about the Multiverse?"
Her eyes brightened. "Yeah, of course I do! The Multiverse is all the Universes put together. I guess I have proof of its existence, then... say, are you called anything besides 'Mewtwo?'"
*Wow,* he thought, *she must like talking.* Aloud he said, "Well, yes, but it's a secret name. You only tell your secret name to family members. Erm, it's a Mew thing. Mewtwo is merely my human-name."
She smiled. "I can understand that. Well, my birth name never did suit me, so from now on, I am Sparky!"
The Mewtwo smiled and nodded. His subconscious had been right; this human WAS different. She had barely known him for five minutes, and they were having a perfectly normal conversation. "Do you think you can stand?"
"Enh, prolly..." She rose to a sitting position and rubbed her temple. "Could I rest a little longer? My head feels like it's gonna pop."
"Alright."
Sparky stared at him contemplatively for a moment.
"What?"
"Y'know, you could really use a human-name besides Mewtwo. I'm tryin' to think of one."
"Meh."
He took another huge yawn, baring his teeth. Sparky snapped her fingers and exclaimed, "That's it!"
He stopped in mid-yawn and looked at her, asking, "Wha?"
"You remind me of a character from a book I read once. He's a tough-as-nails sled dog named Buck. And when you yawned, I noticed you've got buckteeth. That's when your top incisors stick out. It's perfect! Buck the Mewtwo!"
"Buck the Mewtwo, huh? Hmmm... I like it! It has a very nice ring to it"
Buck, as he was now called, smiled again. He was really beginning to like this Sparky, and she seemed to like him. After all, who else had tried a hand at naming him?
"So, do ya think you can stand yet?"
"If you'll help me up..."
Buck grabbed her outstretched hand and yanked her to her feet. Sparky wobbled slightly, and once again stared pensively at him. "Well, this is quite a jump." she said quietly.
"Whaddya mean?"
"Well, one moment I'm relaxing at home, the next my dog is talking and I get sent through a Wormhole to this Universe..." She broke off and seemed to momentarily loose touch with reality, mumbling something about Freckles.
"Sparky?" Buck asked, vaguely concerned.
She shook her head and looked at him. "Buck," she said, "I do believe our meeting is no coinkidink. I don't know how I know, but I know we're in the middle of something big."
Buck pricked his ears. "Y'know, this morning I had a dream-vision. My dead father spoke to me. He spoke of a human who would help me unite the 'Five Soarers' and come home... I think you're right, Sparky."
Sparky seemed lost in thought for a moment. She asked, "Do you know Prof. Oak?"
Buck cocked his head and responded, "Of course I do. He's pretty nice for a human. He let me hide out near his house when the scientists were after me. How do you know him, Traveler Girl?"
She smirked and said, "This Universe is a figment of someone's imagination in mine. Y'know, they would have to stop chasing you if you had a Trainer."
"Yeah, I thought about that... It's just that all the humans I've ever liked aren't Trainers and can't have a 280 pound maniac in the house."
"I wanna be a Trainer. That's why I asked; Oak gives licenses. You said something about the 'Five Soarers,' right?"
"Right."
"Well, I have a sneaking suspicion they're the Legendary Birds. If I'm to help you, I should at least be a Trainer."
Buck rubbed his chin. "S'pose you're right. Well, c'mon then," he said, motioning Sparky to follow with his arm, "let's go to Pallet."
He faced west and started walking. Sparky followed, asking, "'Bout how far is it?"
"Oh, about two miles 'r so."
And so, they were off.
The creature had heard his human-name uttered many times before, but never as the mysterious Girl of the Sky (as he had mentally labeled her) had. It was a gentle, confused question.
"Uh... yeah. That's what humans call me."
"Mewtwo..."
Girl of the Sky let out another pitiful whimper-groan, closing her eyes. She started muttering to herself, through which the Mewtwo caught a few incoherent words: "Freckles... Shadow... Wormhole... Multiverse..."
Her leg twitched and she stopped muttering.
"Uh, you okay?" the Mewtwo asked.
No response. He checked the mysterious human's breathing again. Yes, she was fine. His two minds were once again at war, but the small part of his subconscious was gaining the upper hand. He stared blankly ahead, the echo of the dream in his head...
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
The Mewtwo snapped out of his trance and looked down at Girl of the Sky.
"Sorry... I kinda space out a lot..." (Did he just say "sorry" to a human?)
"It's alright. I know a lotta guys like that."
There was a moment of silence between the two, and the Mewtwo got at good look at Girl of the Sky. She was wearing a dark blue sweater with a zipper, blue jeans a tad lighter than the sweater, and light blue-and-white sneakers. Her skin was Caucasian, her hair brunette, and she had blue eyes behind gold-framed glasses.
The Mewtwo broke the silence by asking, "So. Where ya from?"
"Not this Universe, that's for sure..."
He suddenly remembered her mutterings. "You know about the Multiverse?"
Her eyes brightened. "Yeah, of course I do! The Multiverse is all the Universes put together. I guess I have proof of its existence, then... say, are you called anything besides 'Mewtwo?'"
*Wow,* he thought, *she must like talking.* Aloud he said, "Well, yes, but it's a secret name. You only tell your secret name to family members. Erm, it's a Mew thing. Mewtwo is merely my human-name."
She smiled. "I can understand that. Well, my birth name never did suit me, so from now on, I am Sparky!"
The Mewtwo smiled and nodded. His subconscious had been right; this human WAS different. She had barely known him for five minutes, and they were having a perfectly normal conversation. "Do you think you can stand?"
"Enh, prolly..." She rose to a sitting position and rubbed her temple. "Could I rest a little longer? My head feels like it's gonna pop."
"Alright."
Sparky stared at him contemplatively for a moment.
"What?"
"Y'know, you could really use a human-name besides Mewtwo. I'm tryin' to think of one."
"Meh."
He took another huge yawn, baring his teeth. Sparky snapped her fingers and exclaimed, "That's it!"
He stopped in mid-yawn and looked at her, asking, "Wha?"
"You remind me of a character from a book I read once. He's a tough-as-nails sled dog named Buck. And when you yawned, I noticed you've got buckteeth. That's when your top incisors stick out. It's perfect! Buck the Mewtwo!"
"Buck the Mewtwo, huh? Hmmm... I like it! It has a very nice ring to it"
Buck, as he was now called, smiled again. He was really beginning to like this Sparky, and she seemed to like him. After all, who else had tried a hand at naming him?
"So, do ya think you can stand yet?"
"If you'll help me up..."
Buck grabbed her outstretched hand and yanked her to her feet. Sparky wobbled slightly, and once again stared pensively at him. "Well, this is quite a jump." she said quietly.
"Whaddya mean?"
"Well, one moment I'm relaxing at home, the next my dog is talking and I get sent through a Wormhole to this Universe..." She broke off and seemed to momentarily loose touch with reality, mumbling something about Freckles.
"Sparky?" Buck asked, vaguely concerned.
She shook her head and looked at him. "Buck," she said, "I do believe our meeting is no coinkidink. I don't know how I know, but I know we're in the middle of something big."
Buck pricked his ears. "Y'know, this morning I had a dream-vision. My dead father spoke to me. He spoke of a human who would help me unite the 'Five Soarers' and come home... I think you're right, Sparky."
Sparky seemed lost in thought for a moment. She asked, "Do you know Prof. Oak?"
Buck cocked his head and responded, "Of course I do. He's pretty nice for a human. He let me hide out near his house when the scientists were after me. How do you know him, Traveler Girl?"
She smirked and said, "This Universe is a figment of someone's imagination in mine. Y'know, they would have to stop chasing you if you had a Trainer."
"Yeah, I thought about that... It's just that all the humans I've ever liked aren't Trainers and can't have a 280 pound maniac in the house."
"I wanna be a Trainer. That's why I asked; Oak gives licenses. You said something about the 'Five Soarers,' right?"
"Right."
"Well, I have a sneaking suspicion they're the Legendary Birds. If I'm to help you, I should at least be a Trainer."
Buck rubbed his chin. "S'pose you're right. Well, c'mon then," he said, motioning Sparky to follow with his arm, "let's go to Pallet."
He faced west and started walking. Sparky followed, asking, "'Bout how far is it?"
"Oh, about two miles 'r so."
And so, they were off.