Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, everything here is the property of Nintendo

Getting to shore, she leaves me out of my pokeball, is she expecting me to trail around after her? What's stopping me from bolting?

She's soaked through, shivering slightly. Her mushroom hat is sagging nearly covering her eyes, her hair sticks to the back of her neck and all around she looks absolutely miserable. "You were brill-brilliant, Leafeon" she shudders the rain pounding down on her already wet form. [Idiot] I sigh, the brat looks even more fragile now!

She then looks at someone by the Lake, one word to describe him would either be weird or impressive, "Silver?" she asks him uncertainly, he turns to her. "Sorry" she blushes as best she can while freezing, "I thought you were someone else" He smiles at her, a Dragonite stands proudly by his side

[The cape looks stupid] I say, the Dragonite glares at me, [what?]

[Don't insult my master]

[I wasn't, I'm just saying it is pretty obnoxious]

[Shut up]

I roll my eyes and look at the brat; she is speaking with that man, nodding along with him what he's saying, I couldn't care less. I return to glare at the Dragonite, [Why are you and the redhead here anyway?]

[We're sleuths, fighting against Team Rocket]

[Team Rocket?]

[A criminal organisation that steals Pokemon, they're the one who forced that Gyarados to evolve]

Seems like a step down from Cyrus and Team Galactic. "There's a shop in Mahogany Town, the tree outside it has antenna sticking out" the brat tells the redhead. He nods, "Alright Lyra, will you help with out with this?"

No way will the brat…

"Of course Lance" she nods, suddenly determined.

Well, damn it.

At the moment me and the brat are standing outside the Mahogany pseudo PokeMart, she has changed some dry clothes, [Are we just going to stand here?] I yipped glaring at her, "It's pretty scary" she confessed, "I mean, I didn't even think about it at the Slowpoke well but here" she trails off but after a moment takes a deep breath she walks into the shop.

The redhead was ransacking the shop, "Lyra, you're late" he says before returning to threatening the shopkeepers.

"I had to heal my Pokemon" she explains.

The brat winced as glass objects shattered in the Dragon Tamers tirade, one of the keepers finally tells him about the stairs, "It doesn't matter we're done here anyway" the keeper sneers. "Dragonite Hyper Beam!" redhead orders, and the guy goes flying backwards. The brat yelps at the sound of impact.

[Why'd you do that?] I snarl at the Dragonite, he shrugs [He's not that hurt] he says causally.

[So?] I argue looking at the brat, she is shaking with shock, [even if you didn't hurt the guy you freaked out the brat!]

[How disrespectful] he scoffs.

"We should split up" the redhead, "I go ahead" She nodded numbly, still somewhat freaked.

She stays still for a bit longer, "Leafeon" she turns to me, "I would like to use Dragonair for awhile is that okay?" She takes out my pokeball, I sigh and nod, not like I have a choice, she beams and returns me, "thank you Leafeon"

AN: constructive criticism is welcome. thanks in advance.