Well, I just wanted to say- Here is the second chapter! I only modified it a little! Enjoy!

And don't expect me to update often! I have other things to do! Plus I'm a darn lazy-butt!

All for a friend

During a visit to the Pokemon Center, Pikachu is stolen by a lonely vicious girl and her charmeleon, for apparently no reason at all. With her just a step ahead of him all of the time, what will Ash do?


The shadowed girl stopped at the edge of a small clearing deep in the small forest, trying her hardest not to hurt the Pikachu in her efforts to keep the small pokemon from escaping her grasp.

"Will you stop moving around so much?" She growled at the desperate pokemon as she sat herself in the middle of the clearing. Her Charmeleon laid down next to her, keeping his golden eyes on the smaller pokemon.

"Look, I will give you back to the boy whom you have," She paused, "Befriended." She still loved the way it felt on her tongue. "But for now, you are going to stay with me whether you like it or not, so you might as well make the best of it."

The Pikachu sagged in her arms like a dead weight with a tired dry sob. The girl eyed the pokemon curiously for a moment, and then spoke quietly, "Now, can I let you go without you running off, or shall I tie you to a tree?"

The Pikachu muttered something into her hand and she looked at her fiery pokemon questioningly. He nodded. The Pikachu would behave.

She carefully lowered the Pikachu to the ground. He looked around for a moment, and with a glance at the girl, jumped to the right, fully intending on running. And he probably would have made it, if not for the clawed paw that had grabbed onto his lightning-bolt shaped tail at the last second.

Charmeleon picked the small pokemon up and handed him to his owner, who took him by the tail and dangled him so he was looking straight into her narrowed eyes.

"What did I just say?" The Pikachu shivered at the icy tone, "I will give you one more chance. If you run again, you will not only find yourself tied to a tree, but with more than just a Charmeleon guarding you."

She dropped the Pikachu onto the ground, and he curled into a small ball, shivering. The girl stared at the Pikachu at her feet, cold and scared. An emotion flashed through her, though it was too fast for her to figure out. She turned away for a moment to collect her scrambled thoughts.

"Don't worry, though I may seem cold and mean everything I say, I won't hurt you, and neither will any of my pokemon. You're safe with me." She reassured. The Pikachu at her feet relaxed only a fraction.

"Charmeleon. Stay here and keep an eye on Pikachu. Make sure he doesn't try anything, but don't hurt him. Alright?" Charmeleon nodded. "I'm going to get firewood. I won't be gone long." She stood and exited the clearing.

She came back not a few minutes later with an armful of large sticks and dumped them next to the two pokemon. Charmeleon propped himself up and blew fire onto the branches before dropping down again and curling up, his golden eyes trained on his owner.

She nodded her thanks before turning to the golden pokemon. He was still curled into that tight ball, shivering in either cold or fear, the girl didn't know.

She smirked and motioned to her Charmeleon. Charmeleon got the hint, stood up, walked over to Pikachu, dropped down, and curled itself around Pikachu. As an afterthought, he curled an arm tightly around the small pokemon's body to keep him from running away while they slept.

The girl watched Pikachu fall asleep, then laid down and fell into slumber herself.


Ash stopped beside a tree and rubbed his arms against the cold. Where was Pikachu? And who had taken him? And why?

These questions couldn't be answered now. He just needed to find his buddy. Nothing else mattered.

Misty and Brock stopped next to him, both panting and shivering. "Ash," Misty tried to reason, "We can't look all through the night! We'll freeze! And we won't have a chance of finding Pikachu in the dark!"

Ash growled in frustration and marched on, ignoring the goose bumps that raised on his arms against the cold winds. Misty and Brock glanced at each other before each grabbing Ash under one arm, and forcefully turning him around.

"Hey! Let me go! I have to find Pikachu!" He yelled, struggling to get out of his best friends' strong grasps. Misty and Brock started toward the Pokemon Center, not heeding Ash's yells until they reached the forest edge.

"Ash, you can't. Not when it's so cold and dark." Brock had to yell over Ash's yells. Ash quieted enough to be able to hear what they had to say.

"Number one; you can't see in this dark. Number two; you'll freeze out here and so will we. What good are we to Pikachu when we're sick and cold?" Misty reasoned.

"Yah, but—"Ash tried but was cut off by Misty.

"Ash," Misty gave him the hardest and sternest looks she could muster up. "No."

Ash wilted. "I miss Pikachu so much already. He could be out there hurt and alone and I won't be there for him." A tear ran down his tan cheek. It didn't go unnoticed by his friends.

"We know Ash. But we won't be able to find him now, and we have to wait until tomorrow until we can look for him. We're sorry, but that is how it has to be." Misty said.

They entered the Pokemon Center to find a frantic Nurse Joy. Upon seeing them, she started asking questions, all the while ringing her hands.

"Where were you? What happened? Where's Pikachu? Is he alright? Are you alright?" Misty held up a hand to halt her questions.

"We'll look for Pikachu tomorrow. Someone broke in and took him. We don't know why or where she is. Good night Nurse Joy." Misty said shortly.

Nurse Joy nodded and went into a separate room. Misty maid Ash lay down on one of the many couches in the main room and went to another one. Brock lay down as well.

Misty saw Ash's eyes darting to the door. "Don't even think about leaving when we fall asleep, Ash Ketchum!" She growled. Ash sighed dramatically and turned over, closing his eyes.

Misty and Brock closed their own eyes and fell asleep almost immediately, due to their night's experiences.


TBC…

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