Author's Note: Just a brief warning. If some things seem kind of bumpy, most likely it is because I have combined chapters. (The reason it would be bumpy is because when I wrote this story at the end of every chapter I asked the readers which way they wanted it to go, and so even I didn't know what would happen next when I posted.)





Jessie, James, Meowth, and the three Mews were riding in the big Team Rocket air balloon.


The feisty Mew that they were giving to Giovanni sat in a corner by itself, glaring at everyone pointedly. Even his brother and sister stayed away from him.


Meowth tickled the nice brother, and the sister looked upwards, contemplating something. The Mew that Meowth was tickling giggled loudly, and the sister strained her mind, finally floating a few inches above the bottom of the air balloon.


No one noticed her doing so, and she continued, managing to float a few more inches. When she was finally content that she could control her hovering, she looked at her solitary sibling, whose big blue eyes met hers.


He knew what she was going to do. They both said a silent good-bye, somehow knowing that if they ever met again it would be in far different circumstances.


The girl then turned to her other brother, who was still laughing. He and Meowth seemed to have developed a special bond. The Normal-Type Pokémon stopped his tickling to gasp for breath. He too had been chuckling.


"Mew," she quietly told her rolling brother. [Good-bye.]


Her brother suddenly straightened, looking at her sadly. [Do you have to go?]


She nodded. [Be careful.]


[I will.]


And with that, she elevated herself out of the balloon, and into the sky.


James noticed her, "Hey! Stop that Pokémon!"


Meowth and Jessie looked up, and the cat yelled. "Come back!"


"Great," Jessie sighed, rather viciously.


"At least we still have the other two," James said, a slight moan in his voice.


"And we're fixing to get rid of one," Jessie pointed out.


"Great," they sighed in unison.






"We can't get the Pokémon from them if we don't know where they are," Brock told Ash gently. The young energetic trainer had been prepared to rush off, but with this realization he drooped.


"I guess you're right..." Ash admitted.


"How about you start to train that cute little Pokémon?" Misty suggested.


"But first," Brock said, "how about you check your Pokédex to see what kind of Pokémon that is."


"Dunh," Ash sweat-dropped. "Right!" He pulled out Dexter and pointed it at the little white cat, which was staring up at him with wide eyes.


Dexter pinged. "Pokémon unknown. There are still several types of Pokémon that have yet to be identified."


Ash looked at the creature, feeling disappointed. "Well, we can't keep calling it 'It.'"


"You could call it Riviera," Misty suggested, her obsession with Water Pokémon influencing her choice of names.


"Nah," Ash shook his head.


"Lilac?" Brock offered.


"No flower or water names, please," Ash moaned.


Misty rolled her eyes. "Fine. What about Lelia?"


"Lelia, hmm..." the trainer mulled it over. "All right! Lelia it is!"


"Mew?" the little Pokémon tilted her head.


"I think she likes it!" Brock laughed.


"Meew," the cat wriggled out of Ash's grip and onto the ground, letting out a pitiful squeak when she hit.


"Careful," Ash Ketchum warned her.


The Pokémon stuck out her tongue, and her eyes glowed. Suddenly Ash fell backwards onto the ground. Lelia giggled.


Dexter pinged, though it was muffled by Ash's pocket. "Psychic, a powerful attack."


Ash rubbed his head, "You're telling me."


"Well, it looks like Lelia already knows something," Brock observed.


"Pi," Pikachu nodded in agreement.


The Psychic Pokémon suddenly became quiet, concentrating really hard, and then she disappeared in front of their eyes. In her place stood another Pikachu. "Pikachu."


"Pika?" Ash's Pikachu wondered in confusion, poking at the other.


"Whoa," Ash whispered.


The second yellow mouse giggled, and gave the bewildered Pikachu a minor electric shock, which he returned in kind. It squealed, not expecting to be attacked back, and increased the intensity. Soon, both Pikachu jumped at each other, and were in a wrestling match, tumbling across the ground.


Ash tried to separate them, but he got shocked in the process. Brock then stepped in, and managed to force the two Pikachu apart, though they were still growling at each other.


With a pop and a flash of light, the strange Pikachu disappeared, and was replaced by a steaming mad white feline. "Mew," Lelia snorted, crossing her little white arms.


"Pi," Pikachu copied her, turning in the opposite direction.


The three humans laughed, and Togepi quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out.


Pikachu stuck his tongue out at Lelia when no one was watching, and she repeated the gesture. Soon they were again entangled, but this time Lelia had their battle up in the air Psychically, and Pikachu was continuously bombarding her with electric attacks.


Ash, Misty, and Brock watched in amazement.





It hadn't taken the soon-to-be-promoted Team Rocket members long to fly in their Meowth-head hot air balloon to Viridian. They'd instantly been ushered in (minus Meowth and his Mew) to see Giovanni, who had gladly taken the "mean" Mew off of their hands.


Jessie and James had gone rushing out cheering to the two cats afterwards, but Giovanni had ignored their loud yells, instead having his eyes focused on the Mew on his desk.


He stared harshly at it, and it stared coldly back. Suddenly and simultaneously, they both smiled evilly. "You ready for your first battle...against an Umbreon?" No sense in being easy on the Pokémon just because it had never fought before. At least, as he took in its small stature, he assumed it hadn't.


The Mew nodded slowly. This was going to be fun.





Lelia, who had just learned how to "fly," slammed Brock's Vulpix back against a tree.


Looking rather angry, Vulpix cried out a shrill battle cry, and spat a powerful Fire Blast out at the cat. But Lelia, discovering another one of her many abilities, was no longer there. Instead, she had Teleported behind the Fire-type, and hit it with a Pound.


The fox squealed and spun, letting loose a fiery Flamethrower. Lelia withstood the attack easily, and punched the red Pokémon in the face. Vulpix growled and pounced, trying to sink her teeth into Lelia, but the lithe feline wiggled out of her grasp and into the air where she stuck out her pink tongue. Lelia glowed, and then shook from side to side and spewed out a Hydro Pump at Vulpix, creaming the poor Pokémon.


"Metronome," Dexter informed them. "An attack that can use any Pokémon move, randomly."


"Now that's gotta be nice," Brock whistled.


"You're telling me," Ash muttered gleefully, watching Lelia take on Misty's Starmie. "You're telling me."



Author's Note: My RL name is Lelia, and when posing options to the readers, they chose the name.