The next morning, at work, Sycamore was back and feeling amazing. He finally cracked the code with Mega Evolution, and Garchomp finally Mega Evolved! He was congratulated by both the scientists and the professor. They were all so inspired by Sycamore.
Later that night, everyone was leaving the lab to go home. Lysandre and Sycamore walked towards his café to have a drink in Sycamore's victory. Snow was falling, as usual in early April, and everything seemed peaceful that night.
"Congratulations on finally getting the Mega Evolution to work. Everyone's so excited." Lysandre said.
Augustine laughed, "Thanks. Hey, I've seen you fiddling around with something in the lab. Working on a project?"
"Yes. I've been working on a device that'll benefit everyone in the Kalos Region; not just trainers."
"That's wonderful, Lysandre. With the two of us, this region has it made."
The duo reached the café and walked inside. They were met by waiters and waitresses, greeting Lysandre.
Lysandre led Sycamore to a table where they could get a drink. A waitress came over, holding a notepad.
"I'll have the usual." Lysandre nodded off.
"One French vanilla cappuccino, please." Sycamore said.
"Right, it'll be out in a sec." She said turning to go into the kitchen.
"Tell me, Augustine …"
Sycamore glanced up.
"Have you heard of Team Flare?"
Augustine shook his head, "No. I can't say I have … Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I've just caught wind of their name. You've definitely heard of Team Plasma in the Unova Region."
Augustine nodded.
"I fear that these people are just like them, in a way. And sense you'll be sending 10 year olds off into the world alone in a few months, I thought I'd bring that to your attention."
"Well, thank you. I could use that information."
Their drinks were brought out to them, and the waitress took her leave.
Lysandre was suddenly reminded of something, "Oh, and before I forget …" He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out three pokeballs and handed them to Sycamore. He took them in his hand.
"What're these for?" Sycamore asked.
"The Professor told me to give them to you. Inside hold a Froakie, Chespin, and Fennekin. He wants you to level them up to an appropriate level for the new trainers when they arrive." Lysandre explained.
Sycamore tucked them away into his lab coat pockets. "Ok, that makes much more sense!" He laughed.
They called it a night, and went their separate ways. Sycamore returned to his house and released the Pokémon in his living room. They smiled up at the new professor, and tackled him with a hug. He went into his kitchen and made some Poke Puffs for them, bringing them each a snack.
He headed for his couch, and sat there, relaxing after today's hard work. He was almost asleep when a sudden ringing noise startled him. He jumped up out of the couch, his heart beating a million times a second, and his breathing had increased. He looked around for the ringing noise when he realized it was coming from his lab coat. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device which resembled a high tech wrist watch. On it was a touch screen, and on it said Lysandre's name. Two buttons appeared under his name and it said Call and Answer. He pushed the answer button and a hologram, showing Lysandre at his home popped up. The red head smiled victoriously.
"Great! It worked! I see you found my little gift I slipped into your pocket~." Lysandre said with a smile.
Augustine looked down angrily, then yelled at Lysandre's hologram,
"You moron! You scared the shit out of me!" Sycamore yelled.
The Pokémon glanced up from their meals and ran over to the professor and looked up, seeing Lysandre, and smiling at him.
"Ah, I see you've finally released the Pokémon. Do they seem fit for the new trainers?"
"I think they will. Maybe my companion, Professor Oak over in Kanto can give me some other starters in case these ones won't do."
"That's what I like about you. You're always thinking ahead." Lysandre said.
Augustine blushed, "You're giving me way too much credit."
"I'm serious, Augustine! You're one of the smartest people I've met! And there are a lot of stupid people in this world …"
"Oh, um, thank you …"
A few moments passed of silence, and Lysandre nodded, "Well, it's good to see that my Holo Caster is working. "
"Holo Caster?"
"It's the name I came up for it. And I decided I'd give you my first, well, second copy … I hope you put it to good use."
"I will. See you tomorrow, Lysandre."
Lysandre nodded, "Bonsoir, mon ami."
The Holo Caster turned off and Sycamore sat there; his face turning red. The Pokémon stared at him, and Froakie, seeing the Professor's face turning red, did the only logical thing it knew to do. Blast water in his face. Sycamore finally snapped back into reality after the water splashed on his face, "What was that for, Froakie?"
The Froakie tilted its head to the side, and the Fennekin jumped up onto Sycamore's lap and brought it's paws up to his cheeks. Chespin fixated himself on the arm of the couch and held up the Holo Caster. Sycamore took it, looking at it intently. He obviously wasn't getting what the Pokémon were telling him.
Chespin grabbed Augustine's hand, pulling him up off the couch, Fennekin bit at his pant leg, pulling him up to, and Froakie grabbed his other hand, pulling him up. When they got him to stand up, they ran into his bathroom.
"What are they doing …?" He asked himself, really confused.
He followed them into his bathroom and they made him look in the mirror. He saw his face which was flushed with a light red color. His eyes widened.
"Wait, fuck, was I blushing the entire time I was talking to-?" He glanced down at his Pokémon and they nodded. "Dammit …" He whispered to himself. He walked back into the living room and plopped on the couch. The Pokemon stared at the man with worried expressions. They ran back over to him, and tried to get him to smile.
Fennekin walked over to Sycamore, and licked his face. Sycamore smiled, petting her. Froakie hopped up onto his back, croaking out its name. Chespin pushed himself up against Sycamore's belly. The new professor let out a laugh. "Don't worry about my guys … I'm just confused is all. Go and eat your poke puffs before they get cold …"
The Pokemon nodded, and raced off towards the kitchen. Augustine buried his head into the arm of the couch, and grumbled. No wonder Lysandre kept smiling at him … He was blushing like an idiot …
But what made the gears in his mind turn was why he felt this way. He didn't like Lysandre … Or, at least he thought he didn't … However, he'd always wait in anticipation for when he'd see him again every day at work. The thought of this gave him a lump in his throat and his cheeks turned red again. He didn't want to make a stupid mistake … What if he does feel this way for Lysandre, but it's not even love? What if it's just an 'Oh, you're my friend, I love you' kind of feeling. What if, he didn't feel the same way …? These thoughts ran around in his mind, and he fell asleep on his couch, having a headache from all this thinking.