Chapter 2: Should I Stay or Should I go?
Mew stared blankly at the woman who had been so kind to him, not sure what it was she was saying. Still, there was something about the way she was staring at him that made him realize he should respond in some way. Figuring that he'd had good results with her already, he slowly nodded, eyes trained for her reaction. He was relieved when her eyes lit up with joy, happiness clearly visible on her face, although he did notice that the grumpy old man looked like he'd just been on the receiving end of one of Arceus's Hyper Beams.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Mable gushed, taking the stranger firmly by the arm. "Here, you can use the guest room. It's just down the hall! Oh, it's just so wonderful to have company for a change!"
Arthur stood in the kitchen staring in the direction where his wife had disappeared with the lazy freeloader. "I knew I should have hit him with the rake."
In a corner of the kitchen the Meowth, who had been sleeping up until this point, perked up its ears before rolling over and dozing off once more.
"And this will be your bed," Mable explained, running her hand across the bedding.
Mew stared at her blankly, trying to figure out what it was she was trying to tell him. It's very nice, but why is she showing it to me? he wondered, a frown on his face. Suddenly his eyes brightened. Of course! I'm such an idiot!
"Well, that's not really…" Mable began, as Mew began to use the bedding as an oversized napkin, as his face was still sticky from the apple pie he'd eaten, then shrugged. She would have it washed later.
Humans sure are strange creatures, Mew mused, as he set down his "napkin." Whenever I get dirty, I usually just lick myself clean. Aw well, I have to act like a human, after all. It's best if I do what they do…wait, this might be a human nest. Crap! Mew's face grew hot with embarrassment as he realized his mistake. In fact, he was pretty sure he'd seen this sort of thing before somewhere and had completely forgotten about it. Man, being human isn't as easy as I thought it would be, Mew thought to himself with a sigh, wondering if he would ever understand all there strange customs.
"Its fine," Mable assured him, fairly certain that he'd just realized what the bed was for. "I'll just throw it in the wash. No harm done!" She turned to the pink haired stranger, who was once again regarding her with a confused expression, and sighed. "You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?" Again, the same blank look. "Do you speak English?" Silence. Mable sighed heavily. Communicating with this man wasn't going to be easy. "Bed," she said, pointing to the bed, watching for any signs of understanding. "Sleep." Here she put her head on her hands and acted like she was asleep.
Mew watched her carefully; though he had no idea what she was saying, her actions further served to confirm his assumptions that the object was in fact, a human nest. Slowly, he nodded his head up and down, fairly certain that this was human for "yes," though he wasn't entirely sure.
"Good!" Mable laughed, nodding in approval.
Mew wasn't sure what she'd said, but her tone clearly indicated praise and conformation. Still, why would she be showing him a human nest? Unless…
She wants me to stay here! Mew realized, eyes widening. Do humans often take in wild humans? He'd heard of humans taking in wild Pokémon before, but his knowledge of the human species was very…lacking. Was this sort of kindness normal? Something in the back of his mind screamed at him that humans weren't to be trusted, though whether it was instinct or some event from his past, he wasn't certain. All he knew was that this human seemed…genuine. There was nothing about her actions that would indicate any ulterior motives, nor anything that would indicate that she had the faintest idea of what he really was. In that moment, he decided that it would be safe for him to stay with this kind lady and the grouchy old man-at least for the time being.
He smiled and nodded, sitting down on the human nest as a way of letting the woman know that he had accepted her offer.
"So, you will stay then? That's wonderful!" Mable gushed, eyes threatening to run over with tears of joy. "I'll tell Arthur!"
And with that, she rushed off, leaving Mew to test out what a human nest was like.
"So…he doesn't speak English?" Arthur asked, sounding none too pleased.
Mable shook her head. "Not a word. In fact, he might even be mute. I haven't heard him make a sound since he got here. Did he talk to you?"
"Nope," Arthur replied from behind his newspaper, not the least bit interested.
Mable sighed. "You know Arthur, you could at least try to be sympathetic. The poor dear is in some strange place, can't understand a word anyone is saying, lives on the streets-"
"He doesn't live on the streets," Arthur interrupted, sounding irritated, "he lives in apple trees!"
"Oh Arthur," Mable sighed, walking over and gently taking the newspaper from her husband. "He was only hungry, and probably had no idea that it belonged to someone-"
"What did he think I was yelling about?" Arthur demanded, fixing Mable with an angry stare.
"He probably had no idea," she replied, causing the man to sigh. "Look," she tried again, hoping to make her husband understand, "it'll just be for a few days. Just until we can find out where he came from, ok?"
"Hmph. Fine," Arthur grumbled, earning himself a huge hug from his wife that nearly cut off his oxygen supply. "But if he comes near my apple tree again, I'm getting the rake!"
"Oh Arthur," Mable sighed, shaking her head, "that's what you said about my sister!"
"And she never came near my apple tree again, did she?" the old man asked, a sly grin on his face, which faltered upon seeing his wife's expression. "Fine, I won't come near him with the rake."
Satisfied, Mable headed back into the guest room to get the dirty bedding, only to find Mew sound asleep-sitting upright with his arms crossed in front of his chest. What an odd fellow, she mused, heading out of the room and closing the door behind her.
Meanwhile, Arthur had returned to his paper, a smile finding its way to the corners of his mouth. I'll just use the shovel.
Authors Notes: Hey everybody, it's been awhile! This is probably how it's going to go, with an update once and a while, so I thank all of you for your patience. On the plus side, if all goes well, this should be finished before New Species, and will likely be much shorter. :) Also, hooray for line breaks!
Thanks for reading, and feel free to send a review, I'd love to know what everybody thinks of this idea so far. Thanks! :)