Author's Notes: I've been procrastinating this chapter like I've been procrastinating my exams studies. Uh-oh.The next chapter I'm really excited to write so you can tell what that means

BFoS: No anonymous commenters O.O, woops. Fixed it, thanks. Ya I was starting wonder if that chapter had turned into a recap, I tried to avoid it as much as possible, but it was hard. And thanks again for being my only reviewing fan, and also being one of the 11 people who have been reading my chapters.

Chapter 29

I woke up in the middle of the floor in my apartment. Dallin was sitting on my chest and Terra was resting in the same spot I saw her before.

'Ugh, what happened?'

'Congratulations, Nick. You just fainted faster than the time you faced Lugia. Smooth,' Dallin said smugly.

'Nick, do you even remember what I told you,' Terra asked. There was a brief pause.

'Now I do.'

'So, what do you think?' I couldn't actually tell if Terra was happy or not, but the truth was, I couldn't even tell if I was happy or not.

I the downside, I was fifteen and I was going to have either a son or daughter. Not only that but an interspecies son or daughter. What would everyone think of me, for having a baby with the an pokemon. I became even more ashamed of what happened the day I transformed. I looked at Terra to see her saddened, she could hear what I was thinking.

I decided that I should look at the good side of things, and within seconds, I was overjoyed. I was going to have a cyndaquil! One of the most adorable, lovable pokemon on the planet and it was going to be MINE! Terra gave me a stern look. 'Oh, right. I mean it's going to be ours.'

Terra put a smile on her face and walked over. She propped up onto her back legs, leaned against me and gave me a kiss. She sighed before saying, 'I knew you'd be happy!'

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1 month later

After putting some more deep thought, I still didn't know whether to be happy or scared. But all I had to do was keep thinking about cyndaquils and the stress would go away.

I started to notice that Terra was beginning to bloat. I studied in the library to study about to typhlosion pregnancy. They usually only had one cyndaquil, thank god, and the baby takes 6 months to develop before it is born. For the time now, I'll be waiting.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I went to the professor's lab myself. I'd been wanting to ask him about recruiting pokemon for the organization for a while now.

I arrived at the professor's lab for the usual welcome. He'd yell to me that I could come in, and I'd search the dim-lighted lab for him. I finally found him in the center of his lab.

"Oh, hi Nick. What brings you down here?"

"Well, recently, I've noticed the amount of pokemon I've befriended in the process of dechipping. A lot of them have promised me help for when I need it. So that left me to wonder, is there a way to recruit pokemon into the organization?"

"Of course, there is. How do you think the pokemon on floor 3 came to the organization." The pokemon on floor 3 were the pokemon that were usually found in the wild, yet have been tamed to humans. Most of them would actually help me on my missions. I'd made friends with some of them already.

"You know, I never thought about. Must of been difficult..."

"Well, kinda, but fortunately, this is an issue I've been working on for a while now."

"Oh, really."

"You see, we'd find the pokemon in the wild and try to train them into liking humans, which if you can imagine is quite difficult. But now that you have the ability to talk pokemon this will make things so much easier." He suddenly started reaching through some drawers in a nearby desk.

"Have you ever noticed a white bands around the pokemon's wrists or legs?"

"No...'

"Well, inside those bands is a tracker. We can keep track of the pokemon's location and actions for the given time." I finally pulled out a white rubbery band from the drawer, large enough to fit around my biceps.

"So, if I can get any of the pokemon I meet to agree to where one of those, than they're automatically in the organization?"

"Yes, and it get's better. I've looked through your energy signals. I was able to identify the signature you give off when communicating with the pokemon. Fortunately, the signal was very small, so it was very easy to duplicate. Do you know what that means?"

"That I can talk to pokemon through those."

"Exactly! I've installed that feature into the recruiting band. So that whatever you think, will get transmitted to the band and into the pokemon's head!"

"Wow, that's awesome."

"And it get's even better. Your signals may be benefitting mankind."

"What!?"

"If you can make the signals, than so can other people. You see ever person in the world has their own energy signature. If we can find their energy signatures than we can blend it with the communication signal. That way everyone in the world will be able to talk to pokemon." I was thrilled by the idea of everyone being able to talk to pokemon, but I was a little bothered by the fact that I wouldn't be very famous among the pokemon anymore. I remained silent.

"Anyway, I have something for you. Here." He gave me a white brace that looked exactly like the data-brace. "This is your recruiting brace, or to make things easier, the recruiter. It can do a variety of things. Firstly, it can track the signals of those bands or in other words any nearby pokemon organization members. Second is a communicator for contacting any banded pokemon banded pokemon within a range of your choice. As you can see there is a numpad," he pointed to a small arrangement of numbers on the brace. "You can use these to contact a specific location, but the number combinations are very difficult to remember. We'll teach you about those later.

"And lastly, a band teleporter. All you have to do is press the right combination and a band of the size you requested. The bands come in many sizes as you can see here." He showed me a small sized band about a centimeter in diameter. He, then, pulled out a large band more than a foot in diameter.

"Oh, one more thing. We've already banded some pokemon in the wild. We'd like you to test it." The professor walked up to me and pressed the numpad about ten times. "This should be the general area. OK, now try and contact them."

"OK..,: I said nervously. 'Hello?'

'NICK!? Is that you!? Where are you?' I flinched back with my jaw dropped as I heard the voice that I recognized as Jess's.

'JESS!? Wow this is amazing.'

'Nick,' Blaze said, 'Where are you?'

'Do you see those white bands around your forelegs?'

'Ya,' they said in unison.

'Those are what's letting me contact you. What that means if I'm withing range of you guys at any point, I can contact you for help!'

'Really? We'll be there when you need us.'

'Thanks, but unfortunately this is only a test. I'm not actually out on the field anywhere. Sorry, guys.'

'Oh well, nice to see or hear you're ok Nick.'

'Right, bye.'

'Bye', they both said in unison, again. I clicked the button and the communication ended.

I looked at the professor to find him patiently staring, as he could not enjoy talking with the pokemon.

"Wow," I finally said to break the silence.

"So Nick, did it work well?"

"I must say, you've certainly outdone yourself this time. This is AMAZING!"

"Heh, thanks." His pager suddenly started beeping. "Nick, Karen says she wants you in her office. The pager says 'URGENT' in capital letters."

"Right, I'll go see what she wants."

5 minutes later and I was in Karen's office. She was sipping her usual coffee as it snowed outside. She had an uncontrollable grin on her face.

"Nick, I have fantastic news. Get Dallin and Terra, we fou-"

"Actually, Terra can't come..."

"What? Why?"

"She's... she's pregnant." While Karen was sipping her coffee, she gasped causing her to choke on her coffee. She hacked and coughed but the second she stopped coughing, she jumped to her feet and slapped her hands on the table.

"SHE'S GONNA HAVE A CYNDAQUIL!?!?!?!?" An even bigger smile had erupted onto her face.

"Um, yes." She squealed like a 14 year old girl. I assumed that if she had no self control, she'd be running around the room or back flipping off the walls.

"So, what was the good news?"

The expression on her face changed into a more serious look. "Oh, right. Nick, we've found an Alpha plant."