-Angel POV, FP-

"Leavanny is unable to battle! The winner is Angel the Gardevoir, and the victory goes to Terry and Angel!"

I hear the ref shout. The sudden roar of the crowd is so loud that it hurts my ears, worsening the headache I received after the fight. I cover my ears with my hands and fall into the grass, unable to stand any longer due to my injuries. A moment later, Terry is at my side, supporting me in a sitting position.

"That was the most incredible battle, Angel. You did so well. I'm proud of you." I hear his thoughts directed at me. I nod slightly, hardly able to keep my eyes open. He stands up, putting an arm on my shoulders to support me as well. He seems to realize at the same time I do that my legs won't support my body, though. He leans down slightly, and I feel his other arm hook under my knees. A moment later, he picks me up. I watch through tired eyes as we meet Burgh at midfield, a huge grin on his face. The Leader motions to the crowd to quiet down, and when they do, I remove my hands from my ears. He returns his attention to Terry and I.

"That was possibly the greatest battle I've ever had, Terry. Angel, you were incredible. Terry, in recognition of your win against me, I present you with the Insect Badge." He finishes, before pinning it on Terry's jacket, along with his other two badges.

The man continues, but I'm having trouble focusing. Terry agrees to whatever he had to say, and a few seconds later we are joined by Alex and Callen, walking across the arena floor.

In an instant everything is thrown into chaos.

The roof explodes, several members of the audience scream. Terry hesitates for only a moment before diving to our right, landing at the base of one of the trees. He quickly sets me down, making sure that I would be out of harm's way, then runs to midfield.

As I watch through tired eyes, his eyes glow blue, and he strains, holding what must be several thousand pounds of crumbled roof a few feet above the stands. It seems that the entire roof had started to collapse after the initial explosion. The audience members quickly get over their shock at the display of ability, racing out from under the debris. The last person gets out, and not a moment too soon, either. Terry lets his powers fade, dropping to his knees with exhaustion as the debris completely bury the stands.

"What the hell? No! Shinx, assist us! ThunderShock!" I hear the shout off to my right, and turn to see Burgh, Callen and Alex surrounded by dozens of people in Team Plasma uniforms. The trainers and Leader are fighting as best they can, Burgh had brought out a Beedrill and Pinsir. They were quickly being defeated, however. Shinx got blasted into the wall, knocked unconscious. Pinsir and Nicky followed suit, along with Beedrill. The men were thrown out of the way, and two of the plasma grunts walked towards me.

They're going to take me. I suddenly realize. Tired as I was, I could only crawl backwards slowly. It's useless. I use psychic, and the grunts are pushed back, falling to the ground. Suddenly an explosion of agony throws itself through my head, my headache having been extremely agitated by the use of my powers. Seeing double, I can do nothing except fall onto my back. The grunts quickly get up and grab my arms, roughly dragging me to a nearby ladder. The tool had been dangling from a helicopter high above us.

I'm strapped to one of the grunts by a harness, and he quickly climbs up the ladder, getting into the helicopter a few minutes later. A moment later,he shoves into a corner, where no less then five more Plasma grunts hold me at gunpoint.

I can hear the fires still raging below us as the rest of the grunts start climbing the ladder. I feel tired… Just want to sleep…

But as I'm floating into blissful unconsciousness, a wave of anger, of hatred explodes through my tired head, making it impossible to drop.

It's not mine, however.

It's Terry.

The helicopter suddenly lurches as the ladder is pulled from the door so hard it takes the door, along with the machine gun that was attached to it along for the long fall with a loud crunch. Several screams follow, growing quieter quickly, silenced moments later. The chopper's pilot screams, struggling to right the vehicle. After a moment of shaking and lurching, swinging like a pendulum, we steady and the pilot starts our ascent, in moments we are flying high. I feel the emotional volcano getting nearer instead of farther, though. The men start yelling orders to each other, taking positions at the chopper doors. They start shooting, but by the sounds of their frantic voices I'm guessing none of the bullets are hitting their target.

Suddenly several of the men scream, yelling agonized cries. It's easy to see why. Several shards of rock, coated in a fading red glow, are buried in their chests, blood and bone easily visible. Several more slash through the small room. Soon there are only a couple of grunts left, along with the leader.

Out of nowhere, Terry flies into the cockpit, bathed in a red, fiery Aura. What he finds are two m16s pointed at him, and the leader using my body as a shield, her pistols cocked and forced against my temples. Terry hesitates.

"Try anything and I'll blow her brains out. The pistols will automatically fire if I let go of them." The leader snarls, pushing the barrels harder into my blue hair.

"Do you trust me?" I hear his mental voice in my head. I nod ever so slightly.

A huge explosion sounds behind us, at the same time invisible hands push the pistols aim away from my head, forcing them to shoot into the grunts. Fire quickly spreads through the helicopter as Terry grabs the lady's head and gives it a terrible hit to the temple. He grabs me, looks me in the eyes for a brief moment.

"I love you."

Without waiting for a response, Terry jumps out of the helicopter, and suddenly we're free falling. The ground flies towards us at the speed of a truck, the wind whipping past us so fast I cannot breathe. I turn my head slightly and watch as the helicopter explodes in a fiery inferno above us, noting the huge chunk of rock that Terry must of hovered himself up here on, buried in the tail. The ground is so close. I scream.

So very close.

At the last possible second, Terry screams in defiance, throws every bit of power he can at the ground, slowing our drop to a survivable pace. He lashes out to his left at the same time, and the force turns our fatal fall into a horrible crash landing. He shields me with his body as we crash into the dirt of the arena, digging a trench across the floor.

Then it's all over.

By some miracle, I'm unharmed. I push myself off my partner, falling into the dirt next to him.

It wasn't a miracle.

Terry took every bit of force in the crash to protect me. Tears clouded my eyes as I forced myself to turn and look at him. His cast was destroyed, and he's bleeding freely, cuts and broken bones trashed all over his body.

"Next time I'll let you take some of the hit, Angel…" I hear. I look at his face, see the pain stricken smile plastered there. He's alive. The red Aura fades as I yell something intelligible and hug him, crying. I slowly inch my arms under him, lifting his back up and setting his head in my lap. Tears flow freely from my eyes as we sit there, in the rubble. It almost seems like we are being engulfed in a white light as we wait for his life to end. I suddenly realize we are actually lit up white.

My arms are glowing where I'm holding him, and I watch in wonder as the power spreads through his chest, flowing through the injuries. The skin knits itself back together, broken bones gently set back under the skin. A few minutes later, but what feels like an eternity, the soft light fades.

Terry breathes deeply and sits up, completely healed. He looks at me, his eyes lit up in wonder.

"Heal Pulse. That's a new one…" He says, a grin lighting up his face. My eyes widen as I smile slightly.

"I'm not losing you that easily, Terry…" I reply. And I know the right time is now.

"Terry… I love you." I say. He looks startled, but I carry on. "You're always there for me, you're kind, gentle, strong, and so much more. When I'm at your side… I feel so much stronger." I finish.

His face holds a momentarily confused look. Then he wraps his arms around me. He puts his lips against mine. I'm shocked at the feel, the emotion that passes between us. The kiss is soft, lingering. He gently pulls back.

"I love you too, Angel. You mean everything to me, and I will never, ever let anything happen to you." He says softly. Tears flow down my face as we embrace once more, but this time they come out of love, of the joy that flows between us.

"THERE THEY ARE!" We break apart as Alex's voice sounds through the debris. Moments later, he and several dozen people, weighed down with rescue gear and medical equipment appear. They surround us, talking over each other and noting the blood covering the ground. A few seconds later they take a step away, all looking severely confused at the fact that the pair of us are completely unharmed. Terry chuckles slightly.

"Hey Alex. It took a two thousand foot drop out of a helicopter without a parachute and a crash landing, but Angel learned Heal Pulse. Good timing, I admit…" He says, before he bursts out laughing. Alex looks so incredibly confused for a moment that I can't help but join in. He speaks up.

"Well, perhaps she did it wrong. We should check on your mental health, I think she scrambled your brain," he responds, breaking down and laughing in relief as well. One of the rescue team members mutters into a walkie talkie, before they start bombarding us with questions. We answer them, but I can tell my adrenaline is wearing off. The aching starts to return, my body complaining about the abuse it's taken in the wake of the events that happened. Terry notices as well and puts up his hand as he gets to his feet.

"I'll answer the rest of your questions after I've gotten Angel to a private room with a good bed and shower. Unfortunately, Heal Pulse only restores injuries, not energy." He states as he picks me up. Without waiting for a reply, he carries me out of the rubble, where an ambulance and crowd of officers are waiting. I spot Callen, who appears unharmed, and Burgh, whose being treated for multiple cuts along his chest and arms. They wave to us, shouting in relief that we're ok.

A few minutes of questioning later, during which I slipped in and out of consciousness, We are in an ambulance, heading towards the Pokemon Center. I'm laying on the gurney, spots of darkness dancing in my vision as I struggle to remain conscious. Terry strokes my forehead, letting our bond flow with comforting thoughts. The car pulls up and opens it's back door. Terry gently picks me up and walks through the door of the Pokemon Center. Nurse Joy, having seen the event unfold on live TV, directed us through to a private room before the dense crowd in the lobby could start bothering us.

Terry walks through the room as Joy closes the door behind us. He sets me on the bed, covering me with the soft blankets. "You're safe. Go to sleep, and I'll talk to you soon. I love you, Angel." He whispers softly.

He pulls up a chair next to me and softly strokes my forehead. I feel so drained… But peaceful and joyful as well. A few minutes later, Blissful unconsciousness pulls me into a comforting dreamland.

-Two days later, Terry POV-

I've never felt more alive. When we laid in the rubble after the landing, Angel saved my life. Not only that, she admitted her love to me.

I returned the truth to her. Now we're a couple.

Sadly, she has been asleep for the last couple of days. I'm not at all surprised at that, she was so incredibly drained. So I was truly happy when she appeared in the Pokemon Center lobby. She looked so beautiful, all I could do was smile. I had been talking with Alex and Callen, but we fell silent as she approached us.

I embraced her as she arrived, planting a soft kiss on her lips. She tasted sweet, although I resisted the urge to keep the show of affection lasting long. We would take it at our own pace, one step at a time.

I had admitted my love to Angel to Alex and Callen prior, thankfully, so they didn't interrupt. I smile softly, releasing the girl and pokemon of my dreams and sitting on the couch with her. She leans on my shoulder, sighing contentedly.

"I take it you slept well, than?" I ask her. She smiles slightly.

"Yes, thanks. How long was I out for?" Angel responds.

I shrug a little. "Just over two days. I'm not surprised, to be honest. You were really depleted. I talked to Alex and Callen, we agreed that the next Gym is in Nimbasa City. We can head there tomorrow." I finish.

Angel nods slightly. "So what about today's plans, than? Relax and enjoy the few moments we get not being attacked?" She jokes, laughing.

I join in, our emotions flowing between us better than they ever have before. "Yes, that's the plan. It's about 6pm now. How about the four of us get dinner together?" I offer. She smiles happily, agreeing.

We walk among the crowds, and I note how, even with constant staring and flow of people flowing past us in the streets, Angel doesn't waver. Neither do I. We feel so confident. It's a good feeling.

I plant a soft peck on her cheek. She blushes slightly.

"I love you, Angel."

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long! I feel like I kind of butchered this Chapter ending, so if it gets updated, be sure to reread it, because the only reason it would happen is for additions to the rest of the Chapter. Anyway… Love has been admitted between the pair, and in the wake of the recent events, life moves forward. Thanks so much to everyone for the support, we reached 2,000 views this morning! I'll do my best to get Chapter XII out by Saturday, although like I said previously, I strive for Quality, not Quantity. Thanks, and Happy Reading! -Orthros