A/N: Hey ya'll! Sorry it's been a while but sometimes summer is worse than school. Everyone always wants to do something and I can't not just join them =) so now I'm going to update! Yay! So here is chapter six!

Forget

For-get: v. 1. To be unable to remember or call to mind. 2. To treat with inattention; neglect. 3. To fail or neglect to become aware at the proper moment.

The chains held her to the wall so she was only able to move with limited movement. Her arms were sore, and her legs had failed her hours ago so that she had collapsed onto her knees. She vaguely wondered how May and Dawn were doing, if they were beaten and thrashed around as much as she had been. It was sudden, the attack that had surprised them at their camp, and now they were being held prisoners for who knew why. It wasn't something that any of them had expected; the three of them had figured that they wouldn't have much to deal with while traveling, honestly all the amazing and horrifying things happened when they traveled with Ash. He was the special one.

A loud clang followed by footsteps made her raise her head, her eyes focusing on the two grunts dressed in a uniform entirely made of black, with a large red "R" decorating the chest. She had no fight left in her and allowed them to unchain her from the wall so that they could lead her out of the dungeon or where ever they had been holding her. The smell stank of sewage, and the atmosphere was moist and the soil beneath her sank as they walked upon it. The walls were made of some gray stone, moss clinging to it like it usually did on rocks and the ceiling dripped water, so that when it touched her skin goose bumps formed from the contact.

She really didn't focus on her surroundings after they walked up several staircases and just ended up watching her feet as the men pulled her along behind them. It was rather elegant, the staircase that they walked up, the carpet a velvety maroon and the handrail made of a deep red mahogany wood. The finest for the Team Rocket leader it looked like. A hand touched her back and with a push she was shoved through double doors, allowing her to stumble and fall onto her knees, her hands splayed out in front of her to keep some balance so that she wouldn't fall flat on her face. A deep chuckle brought her eyes to look up at the man sitting in front of a large desk, his hands laced together as he watched her with a mocking gaze.

"Welcome to Team Rocket's headquarters Ms. Yawa," he smirked, watching as she dropped her head, small tears forming from her cerulean eyes and dropping onto the red carpet. The sound of his chair moved and his soft footfalls neared her with a slow movement. His suede shoes were all that she could see until he grabbed onto her hair and pulled her up, bringing her to her feet as she let out a soft gasp from the pain that shot through her already bruised body. She grit her teeth as he dragged her forward, pulling her as she stumbled from lack of strength and then shoving her into a chair made of up of metal. Thick cuffs grasped her wrists and ankles as soon as she sat, limiting her movement as she struggled to pull herself out of the binds. "Your friends Ms. Yawa," the man said softly, so that she jerked her head up.

"Oh!" she gasped in horror as she recognized the two forms in front of her. May was standing straight as a board, her hands falling tightly by her side. She stared straight ahead, and her usual sparkling sapphire orbs were dull, almost lifeless. Her lips were set into a straight line, and her face held no emotion. Dawn stood beside her, frozen in time. Her face held one of terror, as if she was looking at something that was going to hurt her and her arms were held out like she had been holding onto her pokeball. Her hair was flying around her, as if she had used too much gel and it was stuck in the form. Dawn was nothing but a statue. "What did you do to them?" She demanded, surprised that her voice came out strong and defiant.

"Experiments my dear that is all. No need to worry for I have plans for you as well." The man snapped his fingers and a sliding door from on the other side of the oval room opened, spreading a white light into the dim lit room, before sliding closed once more. A woman walked forward carrying what looked like some sort of pokemon in her arms. It was not one that Misty had ever seen before. The body was covered in a soft white coat, and it looked as if a yellow helmet covered the pokemon's entire head and made a small circular mask around its face. In the center of its forehead was a circular red jewel that sparkled in the soft light. Two tails extended from its rear, flowing down and forming into the three split ends with a red jewel in the center of each. The pokemon's eyes were shut as if it were sleeping. "This is Uxie, a very rare pokemon that I have managed to capture."

"Or poach," Misty spat pulling at her restraints as the woman came closer and stopped right in front of her. Misty blinked with confusion, and looked from the pokemon to the man who stood to her right with a wicked smile plastered onto his hard looking face.

"Uxie is said to have strange powers. I've wanted to test them out so that I can use this power to my advantage. Uxie, open your eyes," his demand was sharp and he snapped his fingers. Misty brought her head back to the pokemon, watching with curiosity as the pokemon's eyes slowly opened, bringing its intense gaze onto her own. It was like a magnetic pull that made her heart stop and her cerulean eyes widen. Then everything dissolved around her and she began to fall. She fell, and fell into blackness, tossing and flipping over and over before the motion slowed and she landed on her feet in a swirl of purple and sliver fog.

She looked around and she tried to figure out where she went, trying to see anything through the fog.

"Hey Misty!" a high voice chimed from behind her. The redhead swirled around and smiled when she recognized the three older girls who were giggling and waving at her. She ran towards them, reaching out for one of her sisters to grab onto her and save her. She gasped as they disappeared from view and halted in her footsteps only to have a deep voice call out to her. The elderly man smiled cheerfully, and beside him standing to his right was a younger boy with spiky brunette hair and on his left was a taller boy with dark green hair that was held back with a red headband. She blinked with confusion as they too vanished into thin air. It was like a piece in her head had exploded and was echoing off the walls, so that the pain swelled through her body.

"Espeon this way!" a cheerful voice giggled and Misty looked at the girl with confusion, her pigtails swirling as she ran with her physic pokemon and behind them was another girl with a meganium. Her lavender hair was pulled into lower pigtails and a yellow with black striped hat was placed over her head and they seemed to be singing some song. Another piece exploded and Misty grabbed onto her head, watching as boy with light brown hair and a Pikachu with messy fur followed after him. Another boy, very handsome with fluffy brown hair was holding out flowers, a soft smile with affectionate brown eyes covered his features and he looked at her as if she were a princess. Did she know him?

"Over here!" a high voice chirped and Misty glanced and the pretty bluenette girl who was waving and holding onto the arm of another pretty girl with brunette hair and both had lovely deep blue eyes. They laughed at her confused expression before running away, being followed by a piplup and a glaceon. Who were all these people?

"Misty," a deep voice came from behind her and she looked up into the face of a kind tall man. His eyes were so squinted that the color was undetectable and his dark brown hair was spiked to stand tall and his skin was deeply tanned. He seemed familiar. "You're going to be okay," he smiled kindly placing a kind hand onto her shoulder.

"I don't know where I am," she replied softly, glancing at his hand before looking up at him, "I feel alone."

"It'll only be for awhile," the man replied gently giving a soft chuckle before backing away.

"Wait, please don't go," she reached out, wanting this friendly person to stay. She cried out as he burst into a million pieces of glittering sand, falling slowly around her.

"How can you forget me?" A velvety smooth voice asked and she turned to the handsome boy who looked at her with a playful smile. His eyes were dark brown and his hair was a messy raven-black, covered by a red and black cap. A cute and cheerful Pikachu was riding his shoulder, cooing and waving at her. Misty tilted her head, wondering who he was. He seemed to know her, so should she know him?

"I'm sorry," she said softly watching as he approached her and leaned down close to her face.

"I thought we were best friends?" He questioned with a sad tone.

"Are we?" She asked, happy that maybe she wouldn't be alone after all.

He smiled kindly, so handsomely that her heart broke like shattered glass. She knew him, of course she knew him. She lo-

"Ash," she said softly and tears filled her eyes as he grinned and stepped away. "Wait, where are you going?" Her voice became higher as she panicked and watched him, "don't leave me! Please, I don't want to be alone!" the tears fell from her eyes, falling into the fog. He only chuckled, the Pikachu on his shoulder "chuuued" out a comfort as it looked at her.

"I'll always be there," the boy said, and then he to burst into a million pieces. The sparkling glitter of different colors fell around her, where she had tried to tackle him in order to make him stay. She broke out into sobs, choking from all her pain and she realized that no one was here to help her. No one was going to save her this time, she was alone. All alone.

Then she was being sucked back, into a vortex of different colors, and suddenly an oval room began to focus as she coughed and sniffled back her tears. She was sitting in a chair, a metal chair and in front of her stood a man who was looking down at her with concern.

"Are you okay miss?" he asked, reaching out with his thick fingers and brushing back her red bangs.

"I-I think so," she sniffled wiping at her eyes and calming her pounding heart.

"Do you know who you are?" he asked.

She looked up at him, trying to find a name that she knew, a face that she could remember. She found nothing. "I don't know who I am," she replied, the tears renewing and her shoulders beginning to shake as she tried to hold in her emotions.

"Lucky for you I know who you are," the man said gently. "You were kidnapped by our rival, and you work for Team Rocket. I'm your leader Giovanni, and you are Aqua. One of my most prized members," he pulled her out of the chair.

"What did they do to me?" She whispered, struggling to her feet, almost falling from how weak she felt.

"They brainwashed you my dear. They wanted you to forget."

A/N: Oh my oh my! What an idea right? I thought hey if Ash was controlled what would it be like if Misty became controlled but in a total different way. There are so many ways to make this into a fully fledged AAML story that it's sad I won't be continuing it. It sure was fun to write though. Tell me what you think and stay tuned!