A/N: More Mew, as promised.

And she'll be back to her normal mischeivous self after this, I promise.

Note that the May in this story, Poz and Nega's Trainer, is physically identical to the anime/game May but is not the same person (or perhaps more accurately she is the same person filling a different role, as this story doesn't follow either the anime or game timelines explicitly). She is, in fact, Brendan's (the male main character from the gemstone-based Generation III games) daughter, while his rival, in case you were curious, had been Leaf.

Note that bad alliteration is to be found in this chapter, if the title wasn't clue enough. At least, I think it's bad...

Chapter 6 - From Fatigue to Fugitive

+Mew+

My head...

'Maybe you walking wasn't such a good idea,' said Poz, glancing worriedly in my direction for the third time.

'I'm fine!' I insisted, my head throbbing. It had gotten worse as we'd walked; I hoped it would not become unbearable.

'Harsh tone, coming from a Pachirisu named Fluffy,' scoffed Nega. I discharged some electricity in irritation.

'We're nearly at the Pokémon Center,' said Poz, ignoring her counterpart. 'See? Just ahead. That's where our Trainer's staying.'

I looked, and saw the whitewashed building with its distinctive red top and the letters P. C. embossed to one side of the sliding door. As I looked, the doors slid open and a human girl ran out towards us.

"Poz! Nega! Where have you two been?" she demanded, dropping down to her knees to get closer to the tiny mouselike Pokémon. "...And who's this?" she added suddenly, noticing me. "A Pachirisu?"

'Hi,' I said dully, waving one of my forepaws rather sluggishly.

"Is it alright?" asked the girl, sounding worried. I did not try to probe her mind for her name, for fear it would worsen my headache.

'She hit her head real hard,' explained Nega, pantomiming running into something headfirst.

"Do you belong to someone?"

I shook my head.

"No? A wild Pachirisu in Pewter City? That's unheard of..." She reached out towards me, and I reflexively backed away. "Hey, I don't want to hurt you... If you hit your head, you should get it looked at."

Poz looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I was afraid of someone she herself trusted. I shook my head.

If this headache gets any worse I'll have no choice but to revert to my natural form... If any of the humans see me...

Nega pushed me from behind, and I stumbled into the girl's arms. She picked me up hastily, and though I tried to struggle my head began to throb more intensely and I stopped fighting, whimpering.

"What did you do?" the girl said softly, walking back into the Pokémon Center with me in her arms. "You've got a nasty bump on your head..."

It was still there? Dully I remembered that nonlethal injuries did not fade when I transformed.

...I don't care if they find out what I am, I thought, still whimpering slightly as the girl handed me over to the pink-haired woman behind the counter. Vague images of this woman floated to the surface of my mind... Yes, she was the woman Mewtwo had enslaved... If they can fix this headache...

+(Poz)+

'Is she going to be alright?' asked Poz again as May sat in the Center's waiting room.

"I hope she'll be okay..." said her Trainer, scratching Nega between her ears. The blue Cheer Pokémon sighed happily.

'Nega,' said Poz irritably. 'You seem terribly lax about all of this! The way Mew was stumbling before May picked her up... She could be seriously injured.'

'It's just a bump!' replied Nega unconcernedly. 'Honestly, you worry too much, Poz. So she hit a trashcan headfirst, so what? That happened regularly back in Mauville.'

'But...' Poz growled, frustrated. Nega was beginning to get on her nerves--she'd been acting more and more arrogant ever since the two had discovered Mew unconscious in the alleyway in the first place. 'She could have overexerted herself walking, she... Well, for all you know, she could die!'

Nega looked down at her counterpart with half-open eyes. Poz was pacing the tiled floor in front of her Trainer in worry. Nega opened her mouth to reply, but before she could the door to the back opened and Nurse Joy stuck her face through. "Could I see the young lady who brought in the Pachirisu, please?"

May set Nega on the seat next to herself and stood up, walking towards the door. Poz followed, but Nega stayed where her Trainer had placed her. May, realizing that one of her Cheer Pokémon was not following her, glanced back at Nega, who shrugged. Huffing slightly, May returned the not-so-cheery Minun to her PokéBall. Poz climbed up onto her Trainer's shoulder, and May walked into the room Nurse Joy had come from.

+Mew+

When I woke up the first thing I realized was that my headache was, indeed, gone. The second was that I was still, somehow, in Pachirisu form.

I thought I could only maintain transformations while I was conscious...

Perhaps Arceus was still keeping an eye on me. Knowing him, I was the center of his attention... I decided not to bemoan what had apparently been a miracle or, barring that, an amazing stroke of good luck. I scoffed. Luck. Yeah, right.

I sat up, not feeling a throb in my head at all, and looked around.

Yes... This looked like a Pokémon Center, all right. Whitewashed walls with dark-colored, obscure paintings upon them, and a large window off to one side that allowed Trainers to look in at their Pokémon. I glanced out this window now, and discovered two people watching me. One was the pink-haired proprieter of the previously-stated Pokémon-based establishment, Nurse Joy.

I frowned at my horrid attempt at alliteration.

The other was the girl who had brought me here in the first place... Poz and Nega's Trainer. Tentatively I reached out with my mind and discovered her name, at long last, was May. Poz was resting on her head, but Nega was nowhere to be seen.

...How uncreative.

Nurse Joy was speaking. I accessed her mind and, by extension, the conversation.

"...all normal physical characteristics of a female Pachirisu, and truth be told I wouldn't have noticed this if I'd been paying attention and turned off the DNA analyzer that we had set up for the Ditto who was just in here."

"Noticed what?" asked May. Poz nodded, curious.

"Well... For the most part this Pokémon's DNA is nearly identical to that of a normal Pachirisu, but there's one thing different... There's another active gene there that is dormant in nearly every Pokémon except Ditto. We call it the 'transformation gene,' and it contains in short a list of genetic 'commands' that can transform other DNA cells."

"So this Pachirisu's actually a Ditto?" asked May. I noticed Pachirisu start somewhat nervously on top of May's head.

"Well..." Joy's thoughts were somewhat turbulent. I heard what she was about to say and tensed. "No. There's something different about the transformation gene. It's definitely not a Ditto--and aside from Ditto, there's only one known Pokémon that has the ability to transform into other Pokémon."

May looked dumbfounded. She looked toward me, confused, as did Nurse Joy. From her mind, I heard There's no point in hiding it any more. If you really are what I think you are, show me.

I paused.

My headache's gone. I've been using my powers far more extenisely in the last few minutes than I have since I flew into this mess in the first place. I could teleport out of here and leave them none the wiser...

But I couldn't just leave Poz. She (...and Nega, I added somewhat reluctantly) had taken care of me and gotten me out of a position that would have broken a terrible taboo of Mew culture: Do not let humans find you.

There was only one thing for it. Sorry, May.

With a pop I reverted to my regular form, then teleported outside the room, grabbing onto May and, by extension, Poz and, I hoped, Nega. There was the psychic whoosh of teleportation, and before Nurse Joy could say "Blisseys blast blithering bloody blades," I, along with May and Poz, had vanished.

En route, I groaned. My alliteration still needed work.

And now we've got a human involved, too! Like I said, don't worry. Mew will be more or less back in her own element next time and will be more like her tenth-movie counterpart and the Mischeif-Maker I've made her out to be, but failed to deliver as of yet.

Back to Diego next chapter, and finally a look into my view of powerful Pokémon political policies...

...I should stop while I'm ahead. Alliteration is fun but it's easy to tell when it's been made up on the spot... Sorry.

'Till next time.