Author's note: Misty's past is going to be... rather odd. Not sick, but rather odd. And thank you all of you who have reviewed. Oh, and CPS means Child Protective Services. You'll see why I added this bit of info later.

The bubble zoomed ahead. They saw Misty when she was about three. She was hiding in a corner, listening to her parents talk to some visitors.

"We need the money now! Or your kids will never see the light of day again," threatened a man who looked as if he came out of the movie The Godfather. He was holding a gun at point-blank range to her father's head. Two other men were restraining her parents, forcing their arms behind their backs.

"Please! We'll do anything you guys ask. Just don't hurt the girls," her mother pleaded.

"Or us," her father added. Misty, who was still behind the corner, started crying silently. All of the men looked at each other, evil smirks on their faces.

"We'll leave all of you unharmed on one condition," the ringleader began. "You will have to let us use the Cerulean Gym as a drug-dealing epicenter until your youngest girl is…. Hmmm… how about 14?" Misty's parents nodded eagerly to the deal. "And also, if the cops find out, you will take the blame for us." Misty's parents looked more nervous now, but continued nodding. "Good. I'm happy you see things our way. Goodbye. We'll be setting up our business soon." The three men left the room. Misty ran to her parents.

"Those people were scary, momma!" Misty cried in her mother's arms. Her parents were shocked that their little girl had to watch them being threatened at gunpoint, but they said nothing and continued to comfort her. The scene faded.

"Misty, I never knew that…" Brock's voice was quiet. Misty didn't look at him, but it was obvious that she was in tears.

"Those mafia guys moved out of the gym a few years ago," Misty whispered. "At least they kept one promise." The bubble continued to advance. Misty was five this time. She, her big sisters, her parents, and a bunch of cops were in the main hall of the Cerulean gym.

"Please officer, don't take our parents away!" Lily was on her knees begging with an officer.

"They're innocent! They knew nothing of the drugs or anything," Daisy added. All four of the girls were trying to force back an ocean of tears.

"I hate to say this, girls, but yes we did know." Their father told them as he was led away in handcuffs. "Take care of each other and the gym."

"Girls," an officer walked up to them. "If found guilty, your parents will probably get life sentences for this. CPS has decided to let you all stay here without guardians because they believe you will take care of each other. Goodbye girls." All of the officers left the gym. All of them broke down and began to cry as if the world was ending. The scene ceased.

"Misty, I'm sorry about your parents…" Ash told her. She wouldn't make eye contact with anyone.

"I am really hating you now Celebi!" She yelled into the oblivion. Celebi chose not to respond. The bubble kept zipping ahead. Misty was eight in this memory. She was in the Cerulean gym, watching her sisters practice their diving routine. She was rubbing a Seel's head. "I really think their shows are rather stupid. This is supposed to be a pokemon gym, not a part of showbiz!" She told it. "When I get bigger, I'm going to be the one all the trainers will want to fight!"

"Misty, are you talking to pokemon again?" asked Violet, pulling herself out of the pool. "You know, you can be in the show if you want to be…" Misty shook her head.

"I'm going to train Seel so he will become really strong." Misty replied. She paused for a moment. Then she asked, "Could I train your Staryu and Starmie too?"

"Sure Misty. I'm not much of a battler anyways. They'd be better off with you." Violet took out two pokeballs from her bag. "Please take care of them. They were Mom and Dad's…" Her voice trailed off. Misty looked up at her sister with starry eyes.

"Thank you so much," Misty beamed emotionally.

"You're a real trainer now," Violet smiled. The scene faded.

'Well, that explains why she likes Staryu and Starmie so much,' thought Brock. He glanced over at Misty. She wasn't crying anymore. She was just curled up in a little ball, looking as if she was in deep thought. The bubble continued traveling. Misty was eleven this time. She and her sisters were walking around downtown Cerulean City.

"Daisy, can we go visit mom and dad?" Misty asked. Her eldest sister quickly covered her mouth.

"Yes we can, but please don't say things like that too loud. It's bad publicity for the gym," Daisy told her. Misty nodded, and Daisy removed her hand. "Come on, let's go." The three took a right turn and stopped in from of the Cerulean City jail. Daisy looked up and down the street before they went inside.

"Hello girls," the officer at the front desk greeted them. All of the police knew who they were because they visited their parents occasionally. He left his desk and led them to the cell which their parents shared, though it was certain that they already knew the way.

"Hi mom and dad," squealed Misty.

"How's my little princess doing?" Her dad replied. "Are you all getting along?"

"Yes," replied Lily. "We've been taking care of each other as usual."

"That's good. Is there any important news?" asked their mother.

"No. Why?" Daisy answered her mother's query with another question.

"Well, we have to get back to making license plates soon," Her mother replied. A loud whistle sounded. "We have to go. Sorry this visit was so short." A guard opened their cell and led them down the hallway.

"Bye girls! We love you!" they both called out to the sisters. The scene evaporated.

"It must have been hard to ever really talk much to your parents," May commented. Misty nodded.

"All combined, I doubt that I've spent over two hours with them since their arrest," Misty's voice was shaking. The bubble kept going. Misty was thirteen this time. She was sitting around a campfire, Ash directly across from her. "Ash," Misty began.

"What is it, Misty?" Ash responded.

"Do you like me?" She asked.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be traveling with you if I hated you," Ash replied.

"No, I mean…. Like-like…" Misty blushed at the immature term.

"Oh," Ash thought for a moment. "No Misty, I honestly don't. And I'm not just saying that. We're too much alike; we'd get on each other's nerves." Misty looked rather shocked at his answer, but simply nodded.

"Okay, I was just making sure." Misty replied. She stared up at the stars. The scene cut off.

"Wow, I always thought the red-head twe- err I mean Misty, liked Ash." Jessie stated, catching herself before she said twerp. Both of them shook their heads.

"Nope, I love him as a friend, but he's not for me." Misty replied truthfully. The bubble kept going forward. Misty was 15 this time. She was at the Cerulean Gym.

"Sometimes I hate being a Gym Leader," Misty thought out loud. "You're always alone, especially when your sisters decide to ditch you and go around the world." Her Seel, which was now a Dewgong, rested his head in her lap. She smiled. "Maybe not all alone…" The gym doors opened to reveal a familiar face.

"Brock, what are you doing here?" Misty asked.

"What, can't I visit an old friend?" He replied. She laughed.

"Yes, I'm just used to seeing Ash with you." She answered.

"Actually, I just came to check up on you. I know you're living here alone now, with your sisters gone and all. I was in town, so I decided to see if you were okay." Brock explained. Misty blushed.

"Aw, that's sweet of you. Thank you," Misty cooed. Brock blushed.

"I've got to get going now. I'm preparing for Vulpix's first show," Brock told her. Her took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you for your time." Misty was so red that she looked like a boiled lobster.

"You're welcome," she replied sheepishly. The scene stopped.

"Oh that's so cute!" May squealed. Surprisingly, Misty nodded. Celebi, once again, appeared in the bubble.

"See Misty, that wasn't too bad." Celebi stated. "Now, through process of elimination, whose past are we going to view next?"

"Mine!" Replied Ash, jokingly. Celebi rolled her eyes.

"No genius, we're going to see Jessie's past next." Celebi grinned as she spoke.

"I was afraid she was going to say that," Jessie muttered.

Author's Note: Sorry if the wait was a little long, but I really don't think it was. I hope it was interesting enough. I'm sorry if I got Misty's sisters messed up, but oh well. Thanks for reading.