Very short, but it's the best I can do at the moment. Enjoy ^_^

Disclaimer:Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon, nor do I have anything to do with it. Ash, Pikachu, etc. are all property of other people (no matter how hard I wish...sigh...)



Ash woke with a gasp. His eyes adjusted perfectly to the dark. He saw Emily stir, and walk over to him.

"Are you feeling better, Ash?" she asked."You've been out for quite a long time. You have a fever."

"I-I'm okay. Now..."

"You keep losing it like that, and you'll wear yourself out."

"I figured as much." Ash sighed, tiredly."How do you do it?"

"Pardon me? Do what?"

"How do you keep from wearing yourself out?"

"I train." Emily said simply. She folded her hands in her lap.

"Teach me."

"Hm?"

"Teach me how to control my powers, Emily."

"Very well. But," Emily said."only when you've recovered sufficiently. Get some actual sleep, and then we'll start your training."

Ash lay back down, and drifted off into a more peaceful slumber.



Brock groaned. He had a splitting headache.

"So, you're awake."

Brock looked up. Duplica was leaning against a wall, holding a ball of flames gingerly. Her eyes were shifting between shades of pink and golden yellow.

"Duplica? What are you doing here? How? What IS this place?"

"Some cave." Duplica replied."In Mt.Silver."

"Mt.Silver??"

"Yeah. We were brought here."

"By who?"

"Us."

Brock turned, and saw a man and a woman, sitting across the cave. He gaped at the woman, and blushed.

*Don't even think about it, buster!*

Brock blinked.

*Yeah, I'm psychic!* the woman glared.

"Emily?"

The woman turned towards the other bed. In the dim light emitted from the ball of flames, he could see a yound man, with unruly black hair, and eyes that whirled a steady red, gold and brown. Emily walked over to him, and felt his brow.

"You feel much cooler now, Ash."

"Ash?" Brock asked.

The young man turned his gaze to Brock. He seemed to be thinking.

"Brock, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ah. Just checking." Ash shrugged. Duplica explained to Brock about Ash's memory problems. Brock nodded understandingly.

"Ash? You've been dreaming." Emily said."I didn't ask before about it, nor did I decide to 'peek'. Could you tell us what your dream was about?"

Ash's brow creased.

"Well..."