Disclaimer-Read the others.

Note, okay time for Q&A about the dialogue, seeing as it confused one of you.

Q-"The Pokemon Surgeon General said that it could really hurt them." How?

A-That remains to be seen. I got the idea form the chips that Farla uses.

Q-"Fear make weak." Where did that come from?

A-We all know Misty is extremely tough, with only one known fear: Bugs. She doesn't like being weak; thus, she doesn't like being afraid.

Q-"Violet ran into the room, carrying Misty." You didn't say they left the same way. Thus the problem with lack of detail.

A-Well, there's only one door.

Q-"Pressing a button, she pulled off her breather while the clam drained of water." Ugh, for a minute there I thought it was the breather.

A-Sorry.

Q-"Mom and Dad's throats ripped out." Why didn't Misty see it?

A-Well, Violet left the room not long after Misty. She, a 13-year-old, can outrun a 3-year-old and get to the room before Misty, see her parents, and run back, catching her sister along the way.

Q-"Vi-vi! Stop! Stop! What wrong?" Didn't she just hear what Violet said?

A-See, Misty is 3 years old, and she doesn't understand much of this. Misty doesn't even know what a 'throat' is. All she knows is that her sister is upset, and she's frustrated because she doesn't know why.

Q-"They might go lost." They might get lost.

A-AAAHHH! STUPID TYPO!!! My spellcheck doesn't cover this. Heck, it doesn't even know the word 'spellcheck'.

I hope this explains your questions.

On with the fic!

And don't worry, I won't wreck the characters to make a point. Ash will still be stubborn, Misty will be short-tempered, Brock will be…Brock, and it goes on and on and on and…you get the idea. But remember, my characters are 7 years younger than they are in the show, and they are under different circumstances than they were in the show. So it will take some time for them to become un-OOC.

OOOOHHHH big note. Brock only has 3 siblings, not 10. You'll se why soon enough,

Anyway, on with the fic. (Again)

Good-Bye

Flint was pacing.

"Will you please stop it!" Lee hissed. "You are driving me crazy!" She bounced the newest baby, Ivan, up and down on her lap. "And when I'm upset, Ivan doesn't sleep!"

"How can I help it, Lee? There is a war raging out there and I can't do anything about it!"

"Well, if you must do something, go make sure our children aren't in danger!" Lee snapped. She was tired of hearing Flint yell about how useless he was in the war.

"Fine!" Flint marched out of the room and slammed the door.

Ivan started crying, and Lee yelled out in anger.

Brock had been playing with his little Onix when Flint walked into the baby-proof playroom. "Hi-a, Daddy!" Brock said. "Where Mommy?"

"Taking care of your brother. What are you doing?"

"Pwaying soldier wit' Onix." Brock picked up a block, one of those plastic blocks made to look like wood that little children played with, and whapped Onix's head. The baby Onix squealed and bit at the block. Brock laughed. "Good Onix! Good Onix!"

"Where's Susan and Garret?"

"In their room. Daddy, will you pway wif me?"

Flint stood there. "I'd much rather be a soldier than play one." He walked out.

Brock gave him a surprised look, then went back to playing with Onix.

Susan and Garret, the twins, were asleep in their cribs. Flint made a head count. Ivan was with Lee, Brock was in the other room, a room where he could not hurt himself, and the twins were asleep. All 4 of their children were safe, and so was Lee. The concrete walls and sturdy locks could keep the Pokemon out of the Pewter City Gym.

He took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart. Slowly, he went over to the desk they kept in Susan and Garret's room for lack of better place to keep it.

He pulled out a paper and a pencil, and wrote out a note.

It took his 15 minutes to get it all out, but he finished it and left it on the desk. He walked out and shut the door, enveloping the room in darkness.

Quietly, he went to the room he and his wife shared. He went to their closet and pulled out a box. He pulled off the lid and stared at the rifle he had stored there.

He picked it up and slung it over his shoulder. Digging deeper into the box, he found bullets and powder. He shoved those items into his pocket, got up, shut the closet door, and walked out.

Lee was sleeping on the couch, and Ivan was in his playpen. Flint leaned over and kissed his wife. Lee moaned and turned over, but did not awaken.

He walked out the front door and locked it as he shut it behind him.

Dear Lee,

As you have noticed, I have left the house. I don't know how long I've been gone, but know that I will be gone for a long time.

I've decided that as a citizen of the Kanto region, it is my duty to protect it from harm, and in this case, Mewtwo. I have joined the Pewter City militia. I am not permitted to write to you or correspond with you in any way, nor you with me, for fear of it falling into the wrong hands. Do not try to come after me, or the general will have you shot. We cannot have civilians interfering with our operations.

The gym has been left entirely to your care. It should protect you from harm, but guard it well.

Tell the children I love them and wish I could see them. Take good care of them. I don't doubt you will hate me for doing this, but know that I love you, Lee, and that's why I must leave. If I die, know that I love you.

Sincerely,

Flint Slate

Lee dropped the note, and it fluttered to the desk.

"You son of a 6!tc#," she whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks. "How can you leave me to die…and leave our children to die with me?"

The doctor called her in to the next room to give her the results of her tests.

Lee was to die within 5 years of MND.

Well, that's it. Flint left for the army, and Lee is dying of MND. I know I took a more noble view on Flint, but he struck me as the kind of guy who would leave for the army. The whole bit on 'I don't doubt you will hate me' was taken from the show, how he knew Brock would hate him for deserting the family.

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