A/N: So, what happened to Mew? Time to find out...

Oh, and I still don't own anything.

Chapter 4 - Polar Opposites

+Mew+

I moaned, trying to move my paws up to rub my aching head but losing track of where they were along the way.

Maybe I shouldn't have laughed at Diego...

'Huh?' There was a gasp off to my left--or was it my right? I must have hit that trash can pretty hard... 'Hey, Poz, I think she's waking up!'

'Really? Hold on, Nega, I'll be there in a sec!'

Still too lucid to open my eyelids I instead reached out with my mind. The Pokémon who had just spoken was Nega, a female... Minun?

'Who came up with your nickname?' I groaned sarcastically, still trying to reach my head.

'My Trainer,' came Nega's voice in somewhat of a huff, in what I was now able to officially determine as off to my right. I also realized I was laying on my back, and that there was a cold rag on my head. It felt rather good. 'Let's see if you've got anything better, pinky.'

'Oh hey, now, that hurts!' I said in a mock hurt voice, opening my eyes. 'It just so happens I like pink, but...!' I concentrated on changing my color. Nothing happened.

Oh yeah. I wasn't a deity any more. My form was fixed. Well... Maybe not my form, but my color was.

'But?' said Nega arrogantly.

'Uh... Nothing,' I replied somewhat lamely. The Plusle, Poz, came into my field of vision and for the first time I tried to get a good look at where I was.

I was still in the city, I could tell by the concentration of vague minds all around me. But the area in which I found myself was dark and had a rather musty, unused smell. It was dark, but my eyes were designed for night vision and I noticed that I was surrounded--and laying on top off, as well--unfinished wood, except for the wall off to my left which was plaster.

'Where am I?'

'The attic of an old office building,' said Poz matter-of-factly. Listening to her voice, I found she was also a female.

'Why?' I asked bluntly. 'I mean, maybe I'm a rare species, but...'

'Rare or not,' said Poz, rearranging the rag, 'we're not about to leave an injured Pokémon out in the alleyways of Pewter City.'

'Question,' I stated.

'What?' said Nega.

'Er... Why are you in an unused office building taking care of me when your Trainer is probably looking for you?' Nega had already implied the Trainer aspect, and I had picked up on a slight worry to this effect from Poz. 'I'm fine, anyway. I heal quick.' So saying I tried to lift myself into the air only to be met with a splitting headache. I cried out in pain and sank back to the floor. Or... was it the cieling, since we were in an attic?

'That's why,' said Poz. 'Besides, our Trainer's staying in this city for awhile and he lets us pretty much roam around.'

The two conflicting parts of me took this different ways. My mischievous side thought up numerous ways to have fun away from human supervision, which it did regularly anyway; my motherly side wanted to scold their Trainer for being so incredibly lax.

'And,' said Nega, 'we're street smart, see? Born and raised wild in Mauville City. That's in the... uh... the Hone Region!'' I corrected automatically.

'Hoenn,

'What are you, anyway?' said Nega, brushing that off.

'What?' That had to be a joke. 'I'm the Pr--Uh, I'm a Mew.' Though I knew revealing my exact identity would cause an amusing stir, I did not want to bring attention to myself if I couldn't effectively use my powers to either eventually fix it or get out of there.

What luck. I had to land just so. Now I couldn't use my psychic powers for anything beyond basic telepathy.

'A Mew?' asked Nega, bringing a paw up to her chin. Adorable! But I wasn't too fond of her arrogant personality. 'What's that?'

'Yeah... My mom mentioned Mews once or twice,' said Poz thoughtfully. 'Some kind of story. But I wasn't paying attention.' Surprisingly this did not come with the indifferent tone that such words usually carried; Poz sounded almost sorry about not listening to her mother. What a mismatched pair, these two...

'Hey, Poz, it's getting close to sundown!' I hadn't consciously noticed Nega slipping out of the room, but from the sound of her voice she had. 'I think we leave tomorrow, don't we?'

'But what about Mew?' asked Poz. 'I can tell just by looking at you you're not built for walking on the ground, and I don't think Nega and I could carry you all the way.'

'That'd be bad,' I cautioned her. 'I'm... a really rare Pokémon.' I was also still a goddess, in my mind, and to be captured and used as a normal Pokémon didn't strike me as something I really wanted.

'But we can't just leave you here.'

'I'll be fine! I said I heal fast.'

'Mmm...' Poz didn't sound convinced, and the way she stared at me agreed with that.

'Then again...' I blinked and tilted my head away from Poz. 'There's something I can do... I don't know if I can pull it off, with my head acting up the way it is...'

'What?'

'Well...' Hoping fervently doing so wouldn't drive a spike into my skull again, I focused on changing my shape into... What would go well with a Plusle and Minun? My mind first settled on Pichu, but those were boring and were quite common in Pewter City's vicinity anyway. I changed my mind and focused on something less common.

'Wow!' said Poz after a moment. 'Hey Nega! Come quick!'

The Minun rushed in from the left side and stopped dead. 'Where's Mew!?'

I stood up, somewhat uneasily, on my rear paws, twitched my tail, and turned toward the shocked Nega. 'Hi!'

Nega blinked. 'But you're a... What are you?'

'She's a Pachirisu, Nega,' said Poz, sounding rather excited. 'Well, she looks like a Pachirisu, I think she's still a Mew, but...' There was wonder in her voice; apparently she had never even run into a Ditto.

Nega stared, uncomprehending.

'I can transform,' I explained finally. 'My species can turn into nearly any Pokémon species in existance.'

I couldn't help but feel a little satisfied at the surprise in Nega's mind; her personality so far had come off as brash and arrogant.

I was grateful for the role the great, fluffy tail held in keeping a Pachirisu balanced, because I was having trouble with it myself. My head was aching dully, which I found strange; it hadn't hurt before I transformed, and any transformations a Mew used were semipermanent: I could change back if I wanted to, but my body had naturally assumed this shape; I wasn't consuming any psychic power at all.

...So why did my head still hurt?

I tried to step forward, but only managed a slight lurch. Nega did not attempt to catch me, but Poz grabbed onto my tail and prevented me from faceplanting completely.

'Are you okay, Mew?' she asked.

'Fine... I've just got a bit of a headache.'

'How about we go, huh?' said Nega impatiently. 'May's probably worried about us.'

'Right. Let's go, Mew,

' said Poz, walking around and helping me back to my rear paws. 'But... You're not really a Mew anymore, are you?'

I shook my head in attempt to clear it, and the headache vanished. I shrugged mentally. 'Not right now... How about, um, Fluffy?' It was the only thing that came to mind. I loved Pachirisu for their tails--so fluffy and huggable.

'I hope that's not your normal nickname,' scoffed Nega.

'Give it a rest,' said Poz. 'Think you can walk, um, Fluffy?'

'Slowly.' I shook my head sharply again. I did not like feeling so helpless... But these two had looked out for me for however long I'd been out cold, and obviously I couldn't use my psychic powers to leave. I gestured at Nega to go. 'Lead the way.'

Who knows?

I thought.

Maybe somehow this'll all work out.

So that's what happened to Mew. I don't know, this chapter was difficult for me to write, which is why it's been so long... Maybe it'll become easier as I go.