In case you haven't noticed by his reviews, Swack16 is Spirit. He gave me lots of ideas, with help from Espeon Master. Thanks, you guys are the best! I couldn't have done it without 'em. This chapter is dedicated to Swack since he told me to put more of Spirit's past in the story. And so I did. Time to read. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or its characters (oops, forgot to put that in there, eheheh...).

A Past I Can't Remember

The scientists scurried around like Rattata. The man in black stood out like a sore thumb with all the men in white coats. He glanced around. It seemed busier than usual today. He moved on through, trying not to trip anybody. It was hard to resist though, he had to admit. The man slipped through the sea of white coats. This news was big; he needed to go strait to the boss for this.

The man opened the scarlet colored door and quietly crept inside. The room was shadowy and concealed with only one window on the left side. He swallowed and walked awkwardly toward the rectangular desk. The only sound he heard were the shuffling of his shoes and a cat's purr. A red gem glinted in the darkness and a pair of eyes shot open, merely slits in their pupils. The Persian purred even louder when his master stroked his tan fur.

"Sir," the man said, his voice piercing through the darkness. "I have good news, we found S3-17."

"And why do I care?" the guy at the desk said grimly. "You said he was a failure, defective. Why are you all of a sudden interested in this experiment?"

"Because he isn't a failure, he can actually transform," he exclaimed excitedly. This caught the boss's attention. He continued, "I guess he just needed the proper motivation, something only a trainer could give him. I believe we still have S3-17's Poke ball somewhere-"

"Then find it!" the boss snapped suddenly, hitting his fist on the desk. "Find it at all costs, this was our first, and possibly only success! Bring him to me alive."

The man's grin grew into a smirk. "I know how to make it easier." The boss nodded and with that he left the room.

"Where's that serum I needed?" he asked, turning to the scientists. One of them handed it to him and quickly went back to work. The man held it up to the light. The orange bubbles swirled around in the vile. "If he won't come easy as a Pokemon, human will do better."

That night I dreamed. I had no flippin idea where I was. In front some kind of house I think. What they call a "mother" smiled at me with tears in her eyes. I thought I had tears in mine too. I even felt my throat swelling up. She wrapped her arms around me and I felt her warmth. She hugged me for a few short moments then let go. It seemed like she didn't want to though, like it was the hardest thing she'd ever done.

I felt someone's piercing eyes staring at me from behind. The woman kissed my forehead (which strangely didn't seem furry) and she whispered, "I'll see you again soon, don't loose hope. It'll be alright."

I was forcefully being pulled away by some goons. "Mommy!" I cried. I don't know why, but I just did. "No!" My voice cracked and I started to break down crying.

The woman buried her face in her hands while a man rubbed her back comfortingly. Even he seemed to be crying. A few men in familiar black outfits shoved me roughly forward. Strangely, I didn't kick their butts or bite them or anything. It's like I couldn't, somehow, and had to accept it. We left the weeping couple behind and, after walking a while, reached a large underground facility.

We got in an elevator and were on the negative fifteenth floor before I knew it. Hot tears were still streaming down my cheeks. It was a room with water filled tanks and all kinds of mechanical tools. My heart started speeding up when we reached one of the flat metal tables with mechanical arms and tools hovering above it.

I started crying some more and the men just strapped me to the table, not even caring. I was terrified when another man in a white coat walked toward me with a sharp needle. Not only that, but when I saw my reflection in a shard of glass, I nearly fainted. Because what I saw wasn't my normal Eevee self, it was-

Human?

A loud thud woke me up. Must've fallen off the bed cause I was on the floor. Either that or Drew kicked me off. But he was up and Adam so it must've been. Then I thought back to what I could remember of the dream. It was still fresh in my mind so I didn't forget much. That woman with short brown hair weeping, along with the black haired man. They looked so sad that I was crying in the dream too. Strange, I didn't remember knowing anyone like them. Nor why I was a human.

I checked my paws, still their normal color. I felt my head, still furry. I shook my head and shuddered. Me? Human? That would be the worst thing ever. Well, except for the fact I could communicate with May and Drew. I stretched my Eevee limbs. All accounted for.

Drew picked me up, I yawned. "Are we having breakfast yet?"

Turns out, yeah. Starved, I gobbled down my Pokemon food. Still chewing, I noticed Savannah still in her human form, sitting on the couch. How the heck can humans walk on two legs? I thought randomly.

Forgetting about breakfast, I scampered over to them, still chewing on my poke-chow. Savannah seemed to sense I was coming and turned to me before I hopped up onto the couch. She grimaced. "What do you want?" she scowled in a language I could understand.

I huffed. "Good morning to you too," I said, grumbling.

She stared at May who was yawning noisily. "Loud much?" I sneered. Savannah shoved me of the couch and quickly I hit the floor. "What is this, concrete?" I groaned, rubbing my head.

She just yawned. May patted Savannah on the head. "Morning."

"May, I'm not a Pokemon anymore," she grumbled.

May put her hand on Savannah's mouth and glanced around. "Don't say it out in the open!!" I looked at her strangely. "Why?" I asked, watching Savannah translate for her trainer. She stared at me, "May say it's because it's not normal, not to mention Team Rocket."

Drew came in silently looking at a map of some kind. "Looks like there's a Contest coming up in Fuschia..." he said, his voice trailing off. "Wait a minute, there's one here too!"

He leapt up off the couch and looked at me funny. I backed away. "Uh, Savannah? What's he saying?" I asked, sweatdropping.

She gave me a smirk. "He wants to use you in a Pokemon Contest. In case you don't know, it's were you show off your moves of style and skill. Aren't you lucky," she snickered.

"There's no way I'm gonna be used for your retarded purposes!" I growled. I leapt off the back of the couch. Unfortunately, Drew grabbed me when I was in mid jump. That retard is gonna pay, I thought.

Savannah mocked me all the way there. We stopped at a large building being filled with lots of kids. I became really nervous, call me claustrophobic but there were so many, I hoped that we wouldn't be going in there any time soon. And thank goodness we weren't!

Drew said (Savannah translated) we would sign up later, but first we needed to train. And what better way to train with a battle?

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