A/N: Okay, due to constant complaint (Raven...) of not having a disclaimer,
I shall now post one.
Disclaimer :I do not own Pokemon. If I did, I would be in Japan laughing at
all of the pathetic fics that I would be reading from my computer. The only
characters I own are Stasi, Daniel, and a few new upcoming characters.
Now, on with the fic!
Chapter Seven: Secrets revealed
Stasi turned over in bed. It was light out when she finally
forced her eyes to open. She dragged her hand across the floor
until she felt her PokeGear. She picked it up and read the time.
"Eleven in the morning. I slept pretty late. Time to get up
Eevee," she told the sleeping pokemon as she climbed out of
bed.
Eevee's ears pricked. It opened its eyes and stretched out.
Stasi noticed that Daniel was still sound asleep. She quietly left
the room, with Eevee on her shoulder, and closed the door.
Daniel didn't have to wake up. Not just yet. She limped down the
hall into the lobby. Nurse Joy was at the computer typing away.
"Good morning Nurse Joy."
Nurse Joy turned around. "Why good morning Stasi. How did
you sleep?"
"I slept great."
"Is your friend still sleeping?"
"Yes, he is. I decided to let him sleep a little more."
"How nice of you. I've made breakfast for the pokemon,
would you like to help me feed them?"
"Boy, would I? That was my favorite job back home," said
Stasi.
Nurse Joy smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."
Stasi limped down the hall after Nurse Joy to the kitchen.
She and Nurse Joy each picked up a bucket of food and went to
the recovery room. Inside was a Swinub, a Ratatta, a Mareep, and
a Slowpoke. Each were on their own bed with the clipboard
attached to the front of the bed stating its problem and the
trainers' name. Stasi first went to the Mareep. Its clipboard said
that it had a very bad cold and needed to release some of its
electricity. A wire was attached to its fleece and was drawing
out its stores of electricity. Stasi put a small helping of food in
its bowl, knowing that it wouldn't be very hungry until lunchtime.
She moved on to the next bed where the Ratatta was. Its
clipboard said that it was injured in battle. Its leg was wrapped
up in a cast and had some new scars. She gave it a handful and
watched it gobble the food up. The last pokemon she came to
was Slowpoke. It looked very thin and wasn't the right color.
"Nurse Joy, what's wrong with this pokemon?" asked Stasi.
Nurse Joy walked to Slowpoke's bed. "Oh, you mean
Slowpoke. This pokemon was brought in by a Good Samaritan.
It's very malnourished and refuses to eat. It won't socialize with
the other pokemon or humans. It's very sad." She walked away
shaking her head.
Stasi knelt next to the sleeping pokemon. "If I knew who
your trainer was, I would have slapped them silly."
The Slowpoke opened an eye. "Poke. Slowpoke."
Stasi smiled and stroked its head. Instinctively, it pulled
away. "Poke."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to be your friend."
"Slowpoke." It hesitated, then leaned forward to sniff her
hand. After it was satisfied, it rubbed its head against it. Eevee
stared at it, dumbfounded.
"Well, I've never seen it do that before." Nurse Joy walked
up to Stasi and knelt down next to her.
"You just need to know what's wrong. I saw that Slowpoke
needed reassurance, it was expecting that."
"And how exactly do you know that?"
"I don't know, it just came to me."
"Well," Nurse Joy stood up, "I think that we should get
some breakfast. You certainly earned it."
"I agree," came a voice from the doorway. Stasi turned
around to see one of the most famous professors to ever exist
in the pok‚mon world: Professor Samuel Oak.
"Ah, Anastasia Morrison. It has been an eternity since I saw
you last." He walked up to her and shook her hand.
"You...know...me?" she stammered.
"Why yes. I've known who you were since you were a small
child."
"Eevee. Vee," Eevee said.
"Hello Eevee, it's been a while. Now, what you were saying, I
wouldn't forget the daughter of Professor Morrison."
"Professor Morrison? I don't know what you're talking
about Professor Oak."
Professor Oak looked at her. "You don't know what I'm
talking about? Why, you are the daughter of the infamous
Professor Morrison, and you don't know it?"
"Not at all."
"Well, then you need to be caught up. Come with me." he
steered her towards the door.
"But, Daniel," Stasi said.
"You don't need to worry Stasi. I'll tell him where you
went," Nurse Joy assured her.
"Okay. Eevee, you stay here." Stasi followed Prof. Oak out
of the Pokemon Center to a small building in the middle of town.
"This is where Professor Elm and I stay when we're here in
town," explained Professor Oak as he led her inside. They
entered a large room where a middle-aged man with brown hair
typed away at the big computer that was taking up most of the space.
"Professor Elm, look at who I found," said Prof. Oak.
The man turned around and stood up. "Is it really?
Professor Morrison's daughter? Professor Oak, she looks
exactly like her mother." He walked up to her and shook her
hand warmly. "I'm Professor Elm. It's a pleasure seeing you again
Anastasia."
"I look like my mother? That much?" asked Stasi, overwhelmed.
Prof. Elm looked closely at her. "Yes, the resemblance is
remarkable. You look exactly like her when she was your age."
"She not only looks like her mother, Prof. Elm, but she
inherited her mother's talent."
"You mean she can understand pokemon? Just like Ann?"
"Just like Ann," was the reply.
"Are you sure? Have you seen it for yourself, Prof. Oak?"
"Just about twenty minutes ago. She was with a Slowpoke
and told Nurse Joy what was wrong with it."
"Really now? Excuse me Anastasia, have you ever
understood pokemon before?" asked Prof. Elm.
"Yesterday, I could understand what Eevee wanted, but I
thought it was because I've lived with pokemon for so long."
"On the contrary Anastasia-" began Prof. Oak.
"Please, call me Stasi," interrupted Stasi.
"Stasi. On the contrary, you are descended from a line of
family heritage whom can understand pokemon. Your family is
exceptional when it comes to studying pokemon."
Stasi held up a hand. "Wait, now slow down. So, you're
saying that my mom was a professor."
Both professors nodded.
"And that my mom could understand what pokemon were
trying to tell her."
"Right," said Prof. Elm.
"And somehow, I inherited this ability from my mom?"
"Yes, that is correct," said Prof. Oak.
"Two more questions, how do you know all of this and what
did my mother discover?"
Prof. Elm put a hand on her shoulder. "The reason I know
this is because I'm your mother's cousin, twice removed."
Stasi's mouth dropped open. "I'm, I'm related to Prof. Elm?
This can't be possible! All of my life you were my hero, Prof.
Oak, and when Prof. Elm started, he became a hero too. And now
I'm related to Prof. Elm? This can't be possible!"
"It is possible and you are related to Prof. Elm," said Prof.
Oak quietly.
Stasi's mouth set in a frown. "If I'm related to him, why
didn't he take me when my mother died?"
"I tried to take you, but your mother had Nurse Joy
become your guardian because she knew of my absent mindness.
I wouldn't have been able to take care of you," said Prof. Elm.
Stasi shook her head."I don't believe you." She started
backing away.
"Stasi! It's the truth!" Prof. Elm stepped towards her, hand
outstretched.
"I don't believe you." Stasi ran out of the room and into the
street. She ran to the temple she saw earlier and sat on the
steps, her arms around her knees and her head down. A tear slid
down her face as she said, "I won't ever believe you."
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Aw, so sad. Please read and review. It is vital for me to know if
there is anything wrong with my fic. Like spelling or grammatical errors,
or something like that.*does the happy dance* The Lord of the Rings is in
theaters today! I'm so happy! Of course, I don't get to go right away...*sad
look on face* And my best friend gets to go on Monday! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!
Lucky Raven...
By the Lion's Mane,
Leo
I shall now post one.
Disclaimer :I do not own Pokemon. If I did, I would be in Japan laughing at
all of the pathetic fics that I would be reading from my computer. The only
characters I own are Stasi, Daniel, and a few new upcoming characters.
Now, on with the fic!
Chapter Seven: Secrets revealed
Stasi turned over in bed. It was light out when she finally
forced her eyes to open. She dragged her hand across the floor
until she felt her PokeGear. She picked it up and read the time.
"Eleven in the morning. I slept pretty late. Time to get up
Eevee," she told the sleeping pokemon as she climbed out of
bed.
Eevee's ears pricked. It opened its eyes and stretched out.
Stasi noticed that Daniel was still sound asleep. She quietly left
the room, with Eevee on her shoulder, and closed the door.
Daniel didn't have to wake up. Not just yet. She limped down the
hall into the lobby. Nurse Joy was at the computer typing away.
"Good morning Nurse Joy."
Nurse Joy turned around. "Why good morning Stasi. How did
you sleep?"
"I slept great."
"Is your friend still sleeping?"
"Yes, he is. I decided to let him sleep a little more."
"How nice of you. I've made breakfast for the pokemon,
would you like to help me feed them?"
"Boy, would I? That was my favorite job back home," said
Stasi.
Nurse Joy smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."
Stasi limped down the hall after Nurse Joy to the kitchen.
She and Nurse Joy each picked up a bucket of food and went to
the recovery room. Inside was a Swinub, a Ratatta, a Mareep, and
a Slowpoke. Each were on their own bed with the clipboard
attached to the front of the bed stating its problem and the
trainers' name. Stasi first went to the Mareep. Its clipboard said
that it had a very bad cold and needed to release some of its
electricity. A wire was attached to its fleece and was drawing
out its stores of electricity. Stasi put a small helping of food in
its bowl, knowing that it wouldn't be very hungry until lunchtime.
She moved on to the next bed where the Ratatta was. Its
clipboard said that it was injured in battle. Its leg was wrapped
up in a cast and had some new scars. She gave it a handful and
watched it gobble the food up. The last pokemon she came to
was Slowpoke. It looked very thin and wasn't the right color.
"Nurse Joy, what's wrong with this pokemon?" asked Stasi.
Nurse Joy walked to Slowpoke's bed. "Oh, you mean
Slowpoke. This pokemon was brought in by a Good Samaritan.
It's very malnourished and refuses to eat. It won't socialize with
the other pokemon or humans. It's very sad." She walked away
shaking her head.
Stasi knelt next to the sleeping pokemon. "If I knew who
your trainer was, I would have slapped them silly."
The Slowpoke opened an eye. "Poke. Slowpoke."
Stasi smiled and stroked its head. Instinctively, it pulled
away. "Poke."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to be your friend."
"Slowpoke." It hesitated, then leaned forward to sniff her
hand. After it was satisfied, it rubbed its head against it. Eevee
stared at it, dumbfounded.
"Well, I've never seen it do that before." Nurse Joy walked
up to Stasi and knelt down next to her.
"You just need to know what's wrong. I saw that Slowpoke
needed reassurance, it was expecting that."
"And how exactly do you know that?"
"I don't know, it just came to me."
"Well," Nurse Joy stood up, "I think that we should get
some breakfast. You certainly earned it."
"I agree," came a voice from the doorway. Stasi turned
around to see one of the most famous professors to ever exist
in the pok‚mon world: Professor Samuel Oak.
"Ah, Anastasia Morrison. It has been an eternity since I saw
you last." He walked up to her and shook her hand.
"You...know...me?" she stammered.
"Why yes. I've known who you were since you were a small
child."
"Eevee. Vee," Eevee said.
"Hello Eevee, it's been a while. Now, what you were saying, I
wouldn't forget the daughter of Professor Morrison."
"Professor Morrison? I don't know what you're talking
about Professor Oak."
Professor Oak looked at her. "You don't know what I'm
talking about? Why, you are the daughter of the infamous
Professor Morrison, and you don't know it?"
"Not at all."
"Well, then you need to be caught up. Come with me." he
steered her towards the door.
"But, Daniel," Stasi said.
"You don't need to worry Stasi. I'll tell him where you
went," Nurse Joy assured her.
"Okay. Eevee, you stay here." Stasi followed Prof. Oak out
of the Pokemon Center to a small building in the middle of town.
"This is where Professor Elm and I stay when we're here in
town," explained Professor Oak as he led her inside. They
entered a large room where a middle-aged man with brown hair
typed away at the big computer that was taking up most of the space.
"Professor Elm, look at who I found," said Prof. Oak.
The man turned around and stood up. "Is it really?
Professor Morrison's daughter? Professor Oak, she looks
exactly like her mother." He walked up to her and shook her
hand warmly. "I'm Professor Elm. It's a pleasure seeing you again
Anastasia."
"I look like my mother? That much?" asked Stasi, overwhelmed.
Prof. Elm looked closely at her. "Yes, the resemblance is
remarkable. You look exactly like her when she was your age."
"She not only looks like her mother, Prof. Elm, but she
inherited her mother's talent."
"You mean she can understand pokemon? Just like Ann?"
"Just like Ann," was the reply.
"Are you sure? Have you seen it for yourself, Prof. Oak?"
"Just about twenty minutes ago. She was with a Slowpoke
and told Nurse Joy what was wrong with it."
"Really now? Excuse me Anastasia, have you ever
understood pokemon before?" asked Prof. Elm.
"Yesterday, I could understand what Eevee wanted, but I
thought it was because I've lived with pokemon for so long."
"On the contrary Anastasia-" began Prof. Oak.
"Please, call me Stasi," interrupted Stasi.
"Stasi. On the contrary, you are descended from a line of
family heritage whom can understand pokemon. Your family is
exceptional when it comes to studying pokemon."
Stasi held up a hand. "Wait, now slow down. So, you're
saying that my mom was a professor."
Both professors nodded.
"And that my mom could understand what pokemon were
trying to tell her."
"Right," said Prof. Elm.
"And somehow, I inherited this ability from my mom?"
"Yes, that is correct," said Prof. Oak.
"Two more questions, how do you know all of this and what
did my mother discover?"
Prof. Elm put a hand on her shoulder. "The reason I know
this is because I'm your mother's cousin, twice removed."
Stasi's mouth dropped open. "I'm, I'm related to Prof. Elm?
This can't be possible! All of my life you were my hero, Prof.
Oak, and when Prof. Elm started, he became a hero too. And now
I'm related to Prof. Elm? This can't be possible!"
"It is possible and you are related to Prof. Elm," said Prof.
Oak quietly.
Stasi's mouth set in a frown. "If I'm related to him, why
didn't he take me when my mother died?"
"I tried to take you, but your mother had Nurse Joy
become your guardian because she knew of my absent mindness.
I wouldn't have been able to take care of you," said Prof. Elm.
Stasi shook her head."I don't believe you." She started
backing away.
"Stasi! It's the truth!" Prof. Elm stepped towards her, hand
outstretched.
"I don't believe you." Stasi ran out of the room and into the
street. She ran to the temple she saw earlier and sat on the
steps, her arms around her knees and her head down. A tear slid
down her face as she said, "I won't ever believe you."
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Aw, so sad. Please read and review. It is vital for me to know if
there is anything wrong with my fic. Like spelling or grammatical errors,
or something like that.*does the happy dance* The Lord of the Rings is in
theaters today! I'm so happy! Of course, I don't get to go right away...*sad
look on face* And my best friend gets to go on Monday! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!
Lucky Raven...
By the Lion's Mane,
Leo