Disclaimer: Pokémon is by Satoshi Tajiri.

Pokémon BW: Yin-Yang Quest

"E-mon!"

Waking up in bed in a dark hotel room in Nimbasa City, Emolga looked around, fur on end and the world a lot blurrier than it used to be. He breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down, realizing he was with his trainer and not in a hospital bed in bad shape.

When they got to Nimbasa City, it was late at night, but instead of looking around and seeing the beautifully lit skyscrapers, they checked into the nearest hotel in a two room suite.

Before getting there, late at night, he would lie awake and reflect on the incident. He pretends to be asleep long enough to convince Mia he wasn't waking up anytime soon, but after that, he's outside their tent loathing himself for attacking Mia.

That's when stage two kicked in, the tears that threatened to come out. Crying would only wake them up, and she would probably yell at him for doing so. He held them in as best as he could, a process that took a lot more out of him than stage one, and he was usually asleep a few hours before dawn. It was a set routine he had created and adapted to.

Or rather, it was a routine, until Mia broke it.

Upon getting a look at Mia's neck in the moonlight, he saw a burn on it from an earlier attack on her. This horrified him enough to jump off the bed and run out of the room. Unlocking the door, he opened it and ran as far away as he could from the room.

He fell to the floor, recalling how he shocked her in his rage state. She only wanted to help him out, but her hand was replied with a fist. And it was all. His. Fault.

"You just go out and blindly attack me?" he heard Mia ask him in pure anger. "And after all we've been through! You're nothing but a troublemaker!"

On the verge of crying, he tried to hold it in, but he had done it so many times, he didn't enough strength to hold back. Hearing Poke Balls breaking open, he looked behind him. Tepig, Tranquill, Dewott, Snivy and Axew were coming out the door.

Axew was the first to take the initiative as he slowly walked to Emolga. "Axew, axew?" he asked as he tapped his shoulder. Emolga sent a small zap to him in response. He yelled out and tried to run off, but bumped into Dewott, who caught him before he could fall.

"Dewott," Dewott said, smiling kindly at him.

Seeing the kind smile on Dewott made him think back to Mia's own smile, and the dam he forcefully built to hold back his tears finally broke as he cried on Dewott's chest.

"Tepig?" Tepig asked as Tranquill went to wake Mia up.

Emolga just shook his head and pointed to each member of Mia's party. He kept shaking his head, claiming that he didn't deserve to be with Mia, Taylor, or any of their Pokémon. This was the last straw for Snivy and he smacked him in the cheek with his vine.

"E-ga…?" Emolga asked.

"Snivy has a point," Mia said as she came in wearing white pajamas with pink rose patterns. Her hair was down and unkempt, and an expression of worry was on her. "I've noticed you acting weird, but I didn't think it was this bad."

She bent down and scooped him into her arms. "It's not your fault," Mia assured him. "It never was. I never blamed you for that."

"Mo-ga…?" he asked, as it was the only coherent thing that could come out in Pokéspeak.

"You were out of control back then," she explained gently. "Zekrom…it overloaded your electrical sacs with its Thunder attack. Too much or too little electricity makes an Electric-type go crazy."

"But it's all over now. Even Momo and Snivy forgive you. Don't ever keep something like that to yourself again. Promise?"

Emolga struggled out of her grip and promptly denied doing his earlier routine, turning away from her. "That's the Emolga I know," she responded with a smile on her face.

She turned to the rest of her Pokémon. "Thanks, guys," she thanked. "Now rest up. We've got training first thing in the morning."

She recalled the rest of her Pokémon back into their balls, picked up Emolga, and walked back to her room, shutting the door behind her. Emotionally drained and tired after the whole ordeal, as soon as she brought him close, he was half-asleep upon curling up.

Mia set Emolga on her pillow before lying down next to him and turning over. She smiled as she pet Emolga, the pleasant strokes helping even out his breathing. A few minutes later, she dozed off, her breathing smooth and even as her hand went limp.

Neither of them had any trouble sleeping throughout the rest of the night.

Having woken up before the alarm rang early the next morning (so early, in fact, that the sun was starting to rise), Mia came out with Emolga on her shoulder. She went over to the white door, but didn't open it. "To think he was sleeping the entire time," Mia giggled in amusement.

"E-mon," Emolga sighed as he shrugged.

"Come on, let's leave him alone," she told him as they snuck out. "His alarm's going to ring in a few hours, anyway."

They shut the door quietly behind them.