To Zukone: Yes, Hima is my OC. So is Mack, and Jessica. And Deerling and Sawsbuck are my favorites, but I particularly like fighting types. I really am trying to keep the story interesting with all these cliffhangers and I hope it's working. Also, I love our little conversations, but I think we're getting a little sidetracked from the story. You know... just a little.

So I decided, instead of trying to come up with a whole bunch of filler. I'll just post two chapters as one! That way it stays to the main idea, and the chapters are longer. :]

A few days later, Hima sat at the main room table and wondered just what would happen during winter break. "What good is a pokéball if you don't have a pokémon to catch it with?" he had thought. He felt like maybe he'd be saving that pokéball forever and never get a chance to use it. But he had to give it a shot. Maybe Mack would finally come back. Maybe he would finally get his chance to be a trainer. And maybe he would be able to say sorry to his friend.

He didn't want to waste a single opportunity. Maybe the day he didn't try is the day that Mack would return! So he started to hurriedly eat his lunch, so he could rush out the door. His parents were astonished, "Hima," his mother said, "slow down! What's the hurry all about?"

Hima gulped down his food and said, "I'm… just eager to go sketch a golett! Yeah! I haven't actually gone into the tower yet, and I want to!"

Hima's father wasn't buying it. "Oh, okay. So is Golett the pokémon you're going to try catching?

Hima gulped down his nerves. "Uh… what?"

His mom smiled and said, "well, that's what you're going to use your pokéball for, right?"

Hima was surprised, "I… Well… How did you know?"

"Please," she chuckled, "I'm your mother. I know more about you than you think I do." Hima was confused. "Also, I'm friends with Jessica's mother. She told me what Jessica did."

"Oh," Hima said, embarrassed.

"And," his mom continued, "I'm happy to know she felt you were ready." Hima eyed her, hopeful. "Because I agree."

Hima lit up, "really?"

"Yes Hima," she said happily.

"Now," his dad said, "I may not know what kind of pokémon Mack is," Hima was dumbfounded at just how much they picked up on, "but I can't wait to meet him."

Hima jumped up, grabbing his bag and said, "Thanks dad. Thanks mom."

Mack was feeling sort of jealous. His brother, Max, had just evolved into a sawsbuck yesterday, and Mack was wondering if maybe having a trainer would help him evolve. He couldn't stop thinking about the pro's and con's of being captured. "Do I really trust Hima? Do I really need Hima? Am… I his friend?" His regret of running away from Hima that day in autumn grew deeper.

His mother came over to him, "What's troubling you Mack?"

Mack tried to act calm and collected, "Nothing, I'm just thinking."

"Is it about your human friend?"

Mack felt his heart jump into his throat. "What? How did you know?"

She laughed, "I'm your mother. You can't hide anything from me." Mack felt embarrassed. "Also, I followed you to when you went to talk to Vanillish." Mack felt stupid. "And you seem to have had some time with this trainer. It sounds like you've grown close to him."

Mack was still uneasy, "Mom… what if I'm supposed to go with him? What if I'm supposed to be a captured pokémon? If Hima was right, that we can stop the huntings?"

Mack's mom smiled, "It's all up to you, Mack. You have to do what you feel is the right thing to do."

Mack knew she would say that. He also knew what was right. "I think I know what I have to do."

He started to walk off when his mother called to him, "Mack?" He turned to her and she said, "I may not have met Hima, but I trust that he and you will do what's right."

Mack smiled, "Thanks mom."

Two mienfoo looked at eachother, then back at the fawn prancing away from the herd of sawsbuck and deerling. "He's gonna go to that human again!" the taller one sneered to the other.

"We gotta tell Kurt!" the other hissed back.

"We can't!" the tall mienfoo scoffed back. "He's asleep! If we wake him up for this he'll take his rage out on us first!"

"Then," the shorter asked, "What do we do?"

The tall one thought for a second and then dashed through the snowy brush. "Come on! I think I know what to do!"

The two devious mienfoo made their way to a small cave in the side of a hill where they spotted a beartic caring for her cubchoos. "What are we doing here?" The shorter of the two asked, watching as the taller mienfoo started creeping towards the cave.

"I don't exactly know yet. But just go with it!" the tall one quietly explained. He snuck up on the sleuth and grabbed a cubchoo by the paw. "Run!" he panicked as they both fled for the forest.

"Momma!" the little chill pokémon cried out to the enraged beartic giving chase.

Hima was rightfully skeptical that he'd find Mack at the Dragonspiral tower bridge. After all, he'd been waiting for Mack to show up again since Fall. But he had to try. He stopped in his tracks when he saw, down the path, a brown fawn walking out of the woods and toward the bridge. "Mack!" Hima shouted, running after the deerling. The deerling perked it's ears and turned around to reveal that it was indeed Mack! Hima ran up to him and stopped a few feet away. The brown fawn stared at Hima and Hima stared back.

He saw a look on Mack's face like he expected something from Hima. Hima reached in his bag, "I got something for you." He pulled out a combee honey biscuit and Mack smiled. Hima tossed it to Mack, but he let it hit the snow at his feet. He looked back at Hima. "You're here for more than just biscuits," Hima said with a chuckle. He walked onto the bridge and sat down and Mack walked next to him. Hima watched the snow dissolve as it fell on the water and asked, "did I do something wrong to make you so upset?" The way Mack acted made Hima think that Mack thought it wasn't Hima's fault. "Well, I still feel the need to apologize. Something I said upset you, and I think I know what it was."

There was a long pause before Hima asked, "You're not here for that reason, are you?" They just looked at each other for a while. "I got a pokéball as a present from someone," Hima said as he looked back out at the water. Hima could sense something from Mack. "But if you don't really feel ready, there are plenty of other pokémon." Mack looked at Hima, furrowing his eyebrow. "I could get a boldore like my dad, a palpitoad like my mom, "Mack furrowed even more, "or even a stunfisk."

And just then, from the look on Mack's face, Hima felt like he could almost hear Mack saying, "You're really gonna choose a stunfisk instead of me?"

Hima laughed, "No, I'm not much for electric type pokémon. But," Hima turned serious, "I truly think I could do something to help this forest. I want to be a trai-" Suddenly, they were interrupted by a large commotion coming toward them from the forest.

Mack and Hima heard loud rustling. Sounds of something loud making its way towards them. But Hima couldn't hear what Mack could. Yells and struggles of pokémon. "Keep running!"

"How much further?"

"Momma!"

Suddenly, two mienfoo burst out from the brush holding a little cubchoo. They ran at Hima and Mack and dropped the cubchoo between them. "Ha!" one of them cackled. "You're done for now!"

"Momma!" the cubchoo cried.

"What are you doing?" Mack asked, panicked.

Just then a large beartic ran out from the trees and roared at them all. Mack and Hima screamed out in fear as the mienfoo pointed at them, shouting, "it was the human! He stole your baby! He did it! Get him!"

"He did what?" Mack freaked out as the beartic growled and stepped onto the bridge.

What now? Is it going to be another chance for me to do a wouldbe epic battle scene? Is it the end of Hima and Mack? Am I going to shut up? ...Well at least that last one is a yes... Reviews would be lovely :]