Yokomon52: Okay, this story is going to be kinda weird...

Morty: Are any of your stories ever normal?

Yokomon52: Whatever. Anyway, I'm gonna try my hand at a romance story!

Ash: Between her favorite pairing...

Tracey:...Morty and Misty.

Misty: I prefer him over Ash.

Morty: SCORE!!!

Ash: Hey!

Yokomon52: Anyway, I don't own Pokemon, but I want Morty to be mine.

Tracey: Than why'd you pair him with Misty?

Yokomon52: Because I generally HATE OC's (even if I'm one!).

All I Know; Chapter 1: Who am I?

Misty POV

The only thing that I can remember is pain.

The feeling of something heavy on me, darkness, than waking up here, where I don't know anything more.

I can't move, I can hardly breathe. My eyes are closed because I don't want to see the ugliness of this place.

If I could move, than I would cover my ears to block out the strange noises.

Beeping, talking, screaming, crying; it's just to much for me.

I now know something else: I am afraid.

Wait a minute...I feel something moving near my feet. I suppose I have no choice but to open my eyes and see what it is.

I gasp. When I look, I see something that I cannot identify.

It's a strange shape, with a weird shade of yellow on top, with a strip of a different color, something kind of blue.

I decide to take a chance on what it is and kick it. I suppose I can still move my legs.

"Ow!" It exclaims. It looks up at me and smiles after a minute. "I'm glad to see that you're up. How are you feeling?" It asks me.

I don't answer. I can't answer. I'm too scared.

But wait. With that look in it's eye, I also feel something else. It's like a warmth in this cold and bleak place, a light in the darkness, a song in the silence(A/N: Not the book.).

Suddenly, I'm not scared anymore.

"Can you still talk?" It asks me.

I find my voice. "Who am I?"

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Morty POV

Ow! Something just kicked me!

When I look up, I see that it was her, and she really looks terrified.

But did she really have to kick me? I mean, all I wanted to do was go back to the gym, and have a nap, but I just couldn't while she was in critical condition like this, so I stayed at the hospital (despite how much I hate them), and set my head down on her bed, and she kicks me!

Oh well. I might as well be nice to her; she's gone through al lot.

I smile and ask her, "I'm glad to see that you're up. How are you feeling?"

She looks at me like I'm something that we studied in the high school Biology Lab for few minutes, than she seems to clam down.

"Can you still talk?" I ask her.

She swallows, than says, "Who am I?"

Damn. I should have known that that was coming.

Yokomon52: I hope you like it! Don't worry, it's not a one-shot.

Morty: Damn.

Ash: Watch your mouth!

Misty: Please R&R, Yokomon52 loves reviews!