Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Glad to be able to continue writing with Lyra Sprinkles. On the other hand someone has made a shipping rumor that I'm in a relationship with another author whose name I will keep hidden, but if the person who made that shipping thing is reading it we are not romantically involved so please delete that message.

May's POV's

I watched Brendan the Loser make his way towards Dad's lab. My father was Professor Birch, the greatest Pokémon professor in Hoenn. He had thought me everything I knew about Pokémon and had even given me my first Pokémon, a Mudkip.

I chuckled to myself as the kid came out empty handed. He didn't know that Dad was out on Route 101,doing fieldwork. If Brendan really wanted a Pokémon that badly, he would just have to go out in the grass and look for him.

Suddenly, a loud scream interrupted my thoughts. I rushed to that scream. Whatever happened I would bring the fury to the bad people like the jerks who ask Pokémon vets " If you love Pokémon so much why should I pay you?"

The scream had come from the tall grass. When I arrived there, I saw Dad being chased by a Poochyena. He looked terrified and was running around in circles like a crazy person.

I was about to release Mudkip to take down the Pokémon. But before I could do anything, guess who got there before me?

That's right. Brendan the Loser appeared out of nowhere and yelled, "I'll save you, old man!"

My temper rose. "Old man?" My dad wasn't a day above forty, thank you very much.

"My bag!" Dad panted, stopping to catch his breath. "There are some Poké Balls!"

I can't touch those Poké Balls. One Poké Ball can be given to one trainer who needs a starter Pokémon and I already have mine. It was frustrating to say Brendan had his hands on a Poké Ball.

With a nod, Brendan gripped the Poké Ball he had chosen tightly and released it. It was an adorable Torchic, which gave a loud cry as it jumped before the Poochyena.

"Ember!" Brendan roared, pointing at the Poochyena. As I watched Torchic take the Poochyena down, I couldn't help but be impressed. Brendan wasn't a bad trainer, that's for sure.

He just needed to be shown who's boss.

After saving my dad I walked up him and tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

" After my dad makes you an official Pokémon trainer come find me at the grove just north of here and we'll have a Pokémon battle."

"Huh?" Brendan blinked at me stupidly, but didn't respond.

I snorted and walked away. Once I had battled and defeated him, he would finally realize just who he was messing with.

I trained in the tall grass as I waited for Brendan to show up. He finally appeared, grinning as he held his Torchic in his arms.

"Yo," he nodded at me.

" I take it the journey to my fathers' lab has left you with the impression you can win all your battles? Well you can't. I May on the other hand can beat anyone."

"We'll see about that," he replied. "Ready to battle?"

"Always," I said. I immediately released my Pokémon. "Mudkip, go!"

"Go, Torchic!" Brendan cried.

" Mudkip use Water Gun!" I commanded my water friend.

Mudkip fired a long shot of water at Torchic.

I couldn't help smiling as I heard Torchic cry out in pain. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a sadist. But there was something extremely satisfying about seeing Brendan looked worried.

"Torchic, use Ember!" he commanded. To my horror, Torchic shot out little flames that took down Mudkip's HP by a significant amount.

"No way!" I gasped. "A critical hit?"

Well even newbie's can land a critical hit once in a while. It wasn't like it was too spectacular or anything.

Mudkip's HP was now in the red. I began to panic. How did that loser land a critical hit with a type-resistant move? This was so unfair! "Mudkip, use Tackle!" I commanded.

Mudkip lowered its head to hit Torchic. But for some reason, Brendan's Torchic moved first.

"Ember!" Brendan commanded again. The flames licked Mudkip's body, causing him to collapse on the grass.

"No!" I cried, kneeling down to cradle Mudkip in my arms.

I wouldn't let go of Mudkip until I could see it open its eyes and hearing it whimper he was fine. To my relief, Mudkip's eyes fluttered open. It whimpered at me tiredly.

"Thank god," I breathed. "Mudkip, you did great. Rest up now." I detained it back inside its Poké Ball.

"You jerk," I yelled. I stood up and shook my finger at Brendan. "How could you do something like that to poor Mudkip?"

"Um," Brendan rolled his eyes. "That's kinda what happens to Pokémon after you battle them. They faint. Have you never had a Pokémon battle before?"

I bristled with anger. I could slap him right now if he didn't catch how I have ever little experience. Tears began forming in my eyes.

"Well, whatever," I huffed. "Just take your stupid reward and get lost."

I was about to walk away from there when I got a call from Dad.

"May?" he asked. "Brendan said that he was going to battle you. Where are you two right now?"

"Up north," I replied. "What's going on, Dad?"

"I'll explain later," he said. "Come to the lab. Get Brendan with you." He hung up.

Well, that was...weird.

Thanks to my help me and Brendan were in my Dad's lab in no time.

"Dad, we're here!" I panted, pushing open the door to the lab. "What happened?"

"Hey kids!" Dad said happily, waving us over. "Brendan, I heard you beat May on your first try! Congratulations!"

"HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?" I screamed.

"I can already tell that you're going to be a great trainer," he continued ignoring me. "Which brings me back to this."

He placed a device in Brendan's hands. "I'd like you to have a Pokédex."

"A Pokédex?" Brendan repeated. God, was he stupid.

Brendan turned the Pokédex on and the first thing to show up was a picture of Torchic and information about the ember spewing chicken.

"Oh, this is cool!" he exclaimed, playing with the buttons. "So it records information on all the Pokémon I have?"

"Something like that," Dad replied. "I can see that you have great potential, so I'd like you to catch all the Pokémon in the region and fill up the Pokédex. It will help me out with my research."

"Done!" Brendan said in excitement. "This is the best day ever! First I get a Pokémon, then I beat May, and now I have a Pokédex!"

I was this close to slapping him. What stopped me was how laughable it was he could actually catch every Pokémon in Hoenn. He had a better chance winning the lottery then doing that.

"I should go tell my mom," Brendan murmured. "Now I can finally prove that I'm better than my dad!"

This caught my attention. "Huh? Who is your dad?"

He gasped, as though he'd just let out a secret. "N - Nothing! I didn't say anything!" With that, he raced out of the room without so much as a thank you.

"May," Dad said, turning to face me. "You're going to leave on your journey too, right?"

"Yes, Dad," I replied. "I'm going to collect all the badges and become Champion soon! You're gonna be so proud of me!"

Dad laughed. "That's my girl." He ruffled my hair. "You should go get ready."

I nodded and walked out of the lab. My journey to become Champion was just beginning.