Author's Note: "This chapter contains some ideas that may conflict with more conservative views" (I stole that from Bulbapedia, lol). If you like Professor Ivy, DO NOT read this. It'll scar you for life. Oh, and Brock is 17 in my story. Ash and May are 14, Misty is 16, and Jessie and James are 21.

"….Brock!" Celebi finished. "Let's go!" The bubble warped to Brock's past. They see Brock when he was about five. He was standing in a corner, his knees shaking, his parents fighting.

"You're pregnant again!" Brock's father yelled. His mother was in tears.

"Yes. I'm going to have septuplets," her voice quavered as she spoke. Brock averts his eyes as his father smacks her.

"Just my luck," his father groaned. "How are we going to afford this?"

"We'll find a way, I swear. Please don't hit me anymore," his mother begged. His father's face softened.

"For your sake, I hope you're right," Brock's dad muttered. They fade away into darkness.

'I hope Celebi doesn't show my entire past,' Brock thought. The bubble zipped ahead. Brock was about nine at this time. He is trying to vacuum a room in his house. One of his little sisters comes up and tugs on his pink apron.

"Brock, we're hungry. Please, make us something to eat," she asked. Brock sighed and stopped what he was doing.

"Ok," he replied. He made his way to the kitchen. Four children were seated around the low table. "What do you guys want?"

"Spaghetti," they yelled. Brock immediately began boiling water and squishing tomatoes for sauce. "Thank you so much Brock; you're the best!" A little boy squealed happily.

"What would mom and dad do without me?" Brock muttered. The scene disappeared. The bubble zoomed ahead again. They saw a 13-year-old Brock sitting on a white, picket fence. A red-haired girl about his age meandered by on the dirt path in front of the fence. "Hello Joy," Brock greeted her. She gave him a questioning look.

"What are you doing up on that fence?" she asked.

"I was just thinking to myself. I'd sure like some company though," He told her. She took the hint and pulled herself up next to him. He smiled. "So I've heard you're leaving for nursing school soon," he commented coolly.

"Yes, I am. I'm really looking forward to it," she replied.

"I'm going to miss you," Brock stared at her. She looked confused.

"Errrmmm, thank you, I guess," she stuttered. Brock put an arm around her. She tried to scoot away, but he held her tight. "Let go of me!" Brock looked upset.

"I thought we had something special," Brock whispered into her ear. She spat in his face.

"Get away from me," she hopped down from the fence and took off running. "After I tell them what you've done, no one from my family will ever date you!" She called behind her. Brock started crying silently. The scene cleared.

'So that's why none of the Nurse Joys will go out with him,' thought Ash. The bubble kept traveling at mach speed. Brock looked about the same in this memory as he does in the present. He was at Professor Ivy's lab.

"Professor? Why did you call me here?" Brock asked. She smiled seductively at him.

"I think you know," she said in a sultry voice. She stood up and walked over to him. "Thank you for all you've done here," she whispered before she kissed him passionately. The scene stopped right there.

'So that's what he did on that island,' thought Misty. The bubble zipped ahead, but not that far. They saw Brock again. He was still in Professor Ivy's lab. It was late at night in this scene.

"Professor Ivy, the pokemon won't take their medicine. What should I do?" Brock was wandering around, looking for the professor. "Professor Ivy… hello?" Brock opened the door to her room. He was shocked at what he saw. The Professor was in bed with her three assistants. None of them were fully clothed. "Professor, what are you doing!"

"Nothing Brock, I was… doing an experiment…." Professor Ivy was blushing as she tried to explain herself.

"Why didn't you tell me you liked girls!" Brock asked angrily.

"Brock," Ivy rose from the bed. She tried to hold his hands as she spoke. He pulled away. She sighed, and said, "I have a confession to make. I have no feelings whatsoever for you. I just pretended to love you so that you would cook and clean for us." Brock looked like he was about to cry, but he held the tears in.

"I guess this is it then," Brock mumbled. The professor nodded. Brock did not say anything after that. He didn't even pack up his bags. He just stomped through the front door. The scene evaporated.

'Poor guy,' thought Misty. 'That's why he literally turns blue whenever we mention Ivy.' Without a moment's rest, the bubble sped ahead. The memory they saw next was a very recent one; it had happened less than a year ago. Brock was at a fancy dance of some sort. He was all dressed up in a black tuxedo with a red shirt and a bowtie with pokeballs on it. In the background, they saw a bunch of gym leaders.

'This must have been a gym leaders' convention,' thought May. The scene continued to show various gym leaders chatting and having a good time. Brock was at the punch bowl. Misty walked over to him. She was wearing a soft-pink, strapless dress with her hair down.

"Hi, Brock," Misty looked kind of nervous.

"What's up?" Brock asked her. They both looked around and saw everyone else dancing. "Would you let me have this dance?" He bowed to her.

She curtseyed in return, and replied, "Of course." They entered the dance floor. Misty couldn't help but chuckle when she saw Blaine and Wattson doing the tango. As if on cue, the music changed to a slow, sappy, love song. Brock held her close as they began to sway to the music. Misty blushed. This continued for about a minute, and then the music stopped. Brock kissed her cheek, and they left the dance floor hand-in-hand. The memory ceased.

"Awwww… how sweet Misty," May giggled after speaking. Misty shot her an "I'll-tell-your-little-secret-to-Ashy-boy-if-you-say-another-word" look. May got the message and shut up.

"Wow Brock, I never knew you had a thing for Misty," Ash told Brock. Brock was still blue and in a fetal position in the far corner of the bubble, because of the Professor Ivy memory.

"Wasn't that interesting?" asked Celebi. "Now you all know a little more about Brock. Do you have any questions?"

Brock came out of his fetal position and asked sadly, "Will I ever be loved?"

Celebi smiled. "You'll find out soon enough," She paused. "Would you guys like a moment to let the first two pasts sink in?" They all nodded. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She floated so high above the bubble that no one could see her.

"I really don't want to see my past," Jessie told James.

"Me neither," replied James.

Out of the blue, Ash commented, "My past is pretty boring."

"I really don't remember much about my past actually," Misty told no one in particular. The group continued chatting like this until Celebi returned.

"Our next stop is to Ash's past!" Celebi announced. The bubble zoomed ahead into the darkness.

'Oh boy,' Ash thought. 'I hope she doesn't reveal all of my secrets…'

Author's note: I told you I'd screw up Professor Ivy. Did I make Brock's past interesting enough? Reviews would be great! Thank you!