Chapter 3

When Mewtwo reached his house, the first thing he did after entering was take the girl directly into the living room and use his powers to levitate some logs into the stone fireplace and spark a flame. While the flames were building he set some cushions on the floor close to the warmth of the fire and readied some blankets next to it. Before laying the girl on the warming cushions, it was necessary to remove the wet clothing, which was rather easy, the clothing that was covering her forearms, shoulders, and calves, had all been scorched away. A few minor cuts later with his powers was all it took to get the ruined clothing off her and lay her on the now warm cushions and layer all the blankets on her, finally fitting a thick, wool toque on her head.

Mewtwo's house wasn't large and grand, but it certainly wasn't small either. The front door faced towards the city and lead to a small entryway. To the right of the entry was an access to the kitchen, both of which could lead to the large living room, which had a door to the outside facing the mountain. There was a hallway that lead to either side of the house; down the hall left of the entry were 2 bedrooms and a staircase that led down into the basement where Mewtwo—admittedly—had his own lab set up, and down the other end of the hall were 2 more bedrooms and a bathroom.

Mewtwo looked down at the shivering girl; she couldn't have been more than 15-16 years old, her drying hair was most likely auburn, but it took on an almost fiery red in the light of the fire. Her skin was also a ghostly pale, but that was most likely due to her condition.

Mewtwo wasn't too sure what else there was to do, other than monitor her condition. He walked to the bathroom and grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and placed the tip in her mouth. When the thermometer beeped, Mewtwo pulled it out and read the measurement: 98.2°F. That doesn't make sense, the reading is within the normal range, but she shows all signs of hypothermia. He considered what he saw as he was following her through the woods in her flight from Team Rocket. Those flames…she had been emitting them for sure, but how? Furthermore, could her fire-type abilities have raised her natural body temperature? It occurred to Mewtwo that her symptoms of hypothermia actually happened not too long after her flames had extinguished, Everything linked to her abilities resembles the behavior of a fire-type pokemon. If Team Rocket was responsible for this girl's powers, then exactly what had they done to her? Mewtwo dreaded the notion that he had an idea.

Mewtwo considered calling Misty, but what could she do? Would she have any more of an idea than he about how to handle this situation? Team Rocket was still in the area too no doubt, already searching undercover in the nearest hospitals, clinics, police stations and other buildings entered with the intention of seeking help, including the Cerulean Gym.

Calling Misty now, in the middle of the night, would be too risky. It would cause suspicion in any member of Team Rocket that saw her. He could teleport directly into her room and bring her back here, but she wouldn't take kindly to that for one thing, and for another, Mewtwo kept the use of his psychic powers to a minimum anytime Team Rocket was in the area.

Mewtwo relented and accepted his fate. He was in for a long night looking after the unconscious girl in his living room. He would call Misty in the morning.


Looking after the girl was simple enough, it was just rather dull. Her breathing was so shallow that Mewtwo couldn't take his eyes off her for more than a minute. Staying in one place for hours on end is nothing new to him, but under normal circumstances, he'd have spaced out long ago, shutting out the world and "brooding" as Misty calls it. Mewtwo actually began to discover how it felt to almost fall asleep from boredom.

Mewtwo looked at the clock, 4:00am, Misty would be up at 7:00am. Only a few hours left, Mewtwo reasoned with himself, but inwardly he groaned. Putting a few more blocks of wood on the fire, he decided to check the girl's temperature again. When he looked at the reading, Mewtwo felt his heart jump to his throat 38.8°C…Celsius! He'd accidently hit the button to change the metric reading, Mewtwo let out a sigh of relief, But still, that's about 102°F, by all rights she should be feverish now. But if her body was reacting as though it was below the normal internal temperature, then so be it. He put one more block of wood on the fire for good measure.

Mewtwo rubbed his eyes and chuckled to himself, he'd actually scared himself awake, waiting till 7:00 didn't seem so difficult anymore.


Finally, at 7:02 Mewtwo picked up his phone to call Misty. Surprisingly, she answered right away, "Hey Matthew, what's up?" She sounded tired though

"I didn't just wake you up did I?" Mewtwo asked.

"No, no, Team Rocket's been sighted in the area, according to the police they tried to burn down the mountain, bit of a leap in my opinion. They searched for a few hours then woke me up at 3:00 this morning because they needed help searching the city while they were also patrolling the mountain."

So I could've called her sooner… "Are you busy now? You sound like you could use a coffee." Mewtwo didn't actually drink coffee, but he did have a supply for whenever she came to visit.

"Sounds great, where should we meet?"

"Just come over to my place, I'll get a pot brewing."

"I'll head right over."

Mewtwo hung up, got the coffee brewing, and returned to the living room. The girl's breathing became relatively normal, Mewtwo checked her temperature again, 105°F, he rolled his eyes; this was getting ridiculous.