But he wasn't just any Mew.
He was solid black, as dark as night. All of his clothes had disappeared, except for his one material possession that he had treasured above all others...
His official Pokémon League hat.
But it wasn't perfectly sized, as it had been when he was a human. No, it was too big for the Mew, and it covered his eyes from sight.
Suppressing a squeal, Misty rushed to his side and instantly checked for signs of a heartbeat....
And found none.
Biting her lip, she buried her face in the black Mew's fuzzy chest.
She didn't notice the curious and awed eyes that were turned towards her and Ash, and she couldn't care less.
Pikachu came to her side, and joined her in sniffling in his trainer's chest.
Giovanni merely stared at them with wide eyes, emotions and possibilities rolling around in his mind like a storm.
Throwing a wide-eyed glance at the transformed Ash, Cat peeled herself up off of the floor. She had to stop her brother from fighting with Mewtwo. The larger Psychic cat was too big, too strong.
She rushed between the two, trying to help Cat and Mewsie prevent them from battling to the death. But time and time again, they were thrown back.
Lugia made as if to help, but a sudden swarm of Pokémon appeared out of nowhere and launched themselves at the large white bird. He gave a mournful sound, reminiscent of the sea, trying to throw and pry them off.
Ho-oh attempted next, but every time one of the fighting non-Mew Legendaries tried to break away, more Pokémon would be by their side to stop them from doing so.
And even when they no longer tried to escape, more nearly invincible creatures came.
The battle appeared to be hopeless.
Twitch.
Something tickling the nose.
Wet...
Strange. Uncomfortable.
Warm...But cold. A feeling of something wrong, as if something was supposed to happen, but some other force had interfered and changed what had seemed inevitable.
Body wouldn't move. Couldn't sneeze. Mouth felt like cotton...Something heavy on the chest.
Someone whispering something, something he couldn't make out. His ears felt like they were stuffed with glue.
Tail wouldn't work either.
What the--?
Tail?
Ash tried to sit up, but he was weighted down by something solid on his chest. "Mwah?" he barely managed to get out, but it was a mere wisp of a sound, not heard by the female who was resting on his chest. But Pikachu heard it, and the electric Pokémon's head was tilted, trying to make out any more sounds.
"Sorry, Ash. I should've tried to save you, or--" Misty sobbed, "I just wish you were alive...I'd give anything if you were alive...Ash, I love you so mu--" her voice broke, and she started crying even harder.
Ash opened his eyes, a startling chocolate brown, filled with confusion. Misty's tears continued to fall on his chest, and she didn't even notice him staring at her.
Author's Note: Just a reminder to you guys, this was originally a fic where the readers voted on what happened. I provided suggestions that were sane and suggestions that were a little off the wall, and what you see before you is what the readers chose.