Part 2: In Pursuit of Power

NOTE: Part 2 is set a couple of days after Part 1. BTW, this part took the longest to write for some reason.

Jordan was typing on his computer, his fingers a blur as they moved across the keyboard. He was submitting something in an online blog, under a fake name. The sun shined through a gap between the curtains, and straight onto the screen.

"No, that doesn't sound right," he said, frowning and scratching his head. A couple of seconds later, he put his head down and started typing again.

"There, that should do it," he muttered, confirming the entry and leaning back on his chair with a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Jordan?" a feminine voice asked.

Jordan turned around- standing only about a foot tall, was Eevee. She jumped up onto his lap.

"I still think your dad's after me," she complained, as Jordan scratched behind her ear.

Jordan shrugged.

"I think he's still experimenting with Eevees. He's still trying to obtain an Umbreon."

Eevee looked sad at this.

"I've always kinda wanted to be an Umbreon," she explained, looking up at her friend with eyes that saddened Jordan.

Jordan looked mildly surprised.

"Really? Why?"

Eevee stared out over Mt. Pyre.

"Back when I was free… I was always teased by my older brother, who was a Jolteon, and my Vaporeon sister always ignored me. I felt so unwanted… my parents were a Flareon and an Espeon. Then, I thought that maybe if I was an Umbreon that I could rival them in our occasional battles. But, I realised I had to be happy- then, my family was kidnapped by these Team Rocket people."

Jordan shook his head.

"I hate being taken out of my comfort zone- I used to live in Viridian, you know, until my dad left because of his experiments, that got him- and me- kicked out of Kanto. I miss it there." At that point, he decided to change the subject.

"By the way, I've got some berries in the cupboard. Do you want some?"

Eevee's ears went up at the mention of berries.

"A berry? Cool! Okay!"

Jordan stood up, his chair creaking slightly beneath him. He walked out of the room, and Eevee watched him go.

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"I can't find that Eevee!" Giovanni yelled in frustration.

He passed Jordan on the way upstairs, overturning several objects in his haste. He pulled open the door, and let out a quick sigh of success.

"Come here, little Eevee," he muttered.

Eevee let out a startled cry, hissing desperately. Come on, Jordan, come back already! she thought desperately.

"Vee!" was the cry that came out of the mouth of the frightened little fox, as Giovanni's cold hands picked her up, and her world was consumed by darkness.

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"I hope you like these berries, they're freshly picked!" Jordan announced, as he came back into the room with a basket of berries.

He looked around the room.

"Eevee?" he asked, his voice echoing slightly. He gently laid the berry basket on the computer chair, and ducked down under the bed.

"Eevee?" he called again, but a reply was not coming. His heart was beginning to beat quickly, and he threw aside blankets, chairs and papers, trying to find his fox friend.

"Eevee…" he croaked, for the final time, sinking to the floor and sobbing.

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Giovanni grinned.

"That Eevee thought it could outsmart me, but it was wrong,"

Team Rocket was helping gather all of Giovanni's material- they were finally going back home. The Rocket leader breathed heavily, finally able to rejoice that he could go back to Viridian and get revenge on that old fool, Oak.

"Uh, sir?" a Rocket grunt asked Giovanni. "I'm not sure what we should do with your kid…"

Giovanni glared at the soldier. "Just take care of him," Giovanni sighed. "Say that… I have to go somewhere on business. He'll understand."

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Jordan's heart was pumping at what felt like 100 miles per hour as he darted through the house in search of his vulpine companion.

"Eeeeveeee!" he yelled, in an almost howling voice.

Suddenly, another voice replied testily,

"Okay, kid, sit down."

Jordan did not take kindly to being ordered around, especially by a complete stranger, and replied, "Who are you?"

The Rocket member merely sneered.

"A friend of your father. Now, sit down."

Jordan, however, more shocked than angry, once again disobeyed the Rocket.

"Where is he? I need to see him."

"I don't care! He needs to find out more about Umbreon, and-" the grunt paused- he'd revealed too much.

"He's stolen all of my Pokémon!" Jordan cried. "First of all, Eevee's gone, and-"

"She wasn't yours anyway, kid!"

"He stole my Treecko!"

"Tree- Treecko?"

Both Jordan and the Rocket turned around, a Treecko was walking up the steps slowly. Jordan's heart has going even faster than before; he looked like he was hyperventilating. Words could not possibly describe his combined confusion and happiness. It was like being hit in the head while playing your favourite sport.

"Treecko?" Jordan muttered weakly, kneeling down and holding his Treecko.

"Tree, Treecko!" Treecko cried, leaping out of Jordan's hands and in front of him.

"Well," the Rocket grunt said, "if you won't listen, then feel the wrath of John! Go, Poochyena!"

Jordan's face became a mask of concentration. Focus all of your energy on beating this guy, he told himself. Banishing any doubt he had inside him, he yelled, "Treecko, go!"

Treecko and Poochyena eyed each other off, and Treecko stuck a twig in its green mouth.

"Tree-ko," Treecko said confidently.

Jordan grinned.

"Treecko, Pound attack!"

Treecko leapt through the air with stunning agility, leaving Poochyena slightly dazed, and leaving the small wolf no time to react as Treecko's strong

tail impacted on its skull. Treecko leapt back, and Poochyena struggled up.

"You've gotten really powerful, Treecko!" Jordan muttered, surprised.

"No!" John yelled, looking just as dazed as his Pokémon.

Jordan smiled at his Pokémon, and Treecko smiled back. And he's a lot braver, Jordan thought to himself.

"Treecko, take advantage of the break! Use Giga Drain!" Jordan shouted.

Come on, Jordan, Eevee thought to herself, please come and rescue me!

"Poochyena!"

John looked distraught at Poochyena taking another hit.

"Yeah!" Jordan exclaimed, raising his fist in triumph.

"Finish it off with Slam!"

Poochyena jumped back up, but it was clearly fatigued.

"Soon… soon…" John muttered to himself, as Treecko began to descend, gathering speed and strength as it fell.

"NOW!" John bellowed. "Poochyena, Bite!"

Poochyena latched its strong jaws onto Treecko's tail, and the grass starter let out a yelp of pain, jumping around.

"Poochyena, Thief! Quickly!" John grinned, pleased to see that he had turned it around.

The black wolf hit Treecko softly, knocking an item off a bracelet. "Eh?' Jordan said, confused, as he picked up the item. It was a disk- a TM!

"Hmm…" Jordan thought, and then a mischievous idea formed in his head.

"Treecko, try this! Open your mouth, and- yeah, that's it!"

Treecko had opened its mouth, and was gagging slightly, but then, spat out a purple liquid, which struck Poochyena.

"That's gross," John remarked.

Treecko grinned, running at the poisoned Poochyena.

"Now, Treecko! Quick Attack!" shouted Jordan, fully trusting in his Pokémon.

Treecko sped up even more, until it was a green blur. John stood there, stunned, and the speedy Grass-type rammed the wolf, knocking it into it's trainer, and both of them fell backwards, stunned, through a doorway and down a flight of stairs. There was a dull thump as they landed at the bottom.

Jordan winced. "Ouch."

He turned to Treecko. "Great job, buddy!" he exclaimed.

Treecko's eyes widened. "You can talk?" he muttered.

Jordan nodded, then walked over to the kitchen in his house and picked something up off the bench. "Ferry tickets to Kanto," he confirmed. "But, they aren't used up..."

Treecko jumped up onto the bench. "Treecko, have you ever been on a ferry?"

The small gecko looked slightly nervous. "Nope."

Jordan laughed. "Good. Neither have I. Let's go."