Guess what? I released I didn't put a disclaimer…oopies… So here it is

I DO NOT OWN POKEMON! OR ANY REFEANCES TO DATE-LINE!! OR POKEMON!

And now for Chapter numbah 2.

ONE YEAR LATER:

Clang! Snow clapped her hands as the spoon fell on the floor. Ice sighed and handed it back to her.

"No more throwing the spoons," Ice told her. Then he turned back to his beloved Cynthia.

"You seem out of it today." Cynthia sighed.

"You know my mother is coming," Cynthia shook her head. Snow chucked the spoon.

"I still don't know what your mother has against me," Ice hand Snow her spoon.

"My mother has high standards that's all," Cynthia said. "And--"

"And she has a thing against having a child and not being married yet," Ice cut in. Snow tossed her spoon and it landed beside Cynthia's coffee cup.

"Here," Cynthia sat it on her highchair's tray. "Well, there's that too. But there's also--"

"Ow!" She was interrupted by Ice as a drool over spoon nail him in the head. "I'd better get outta here before I get a concussion." He got up from the table and kissed Cynthia.

"See ya," He said and kiss Snow on the forehead, giving her back the spoon. "Bye Snow. Oh, and don't throw spoons at me--throw them at your grandmother!"

"Ice! Don't tell her that!" Cynthia snapped. He chuckled.

"Kidding," Ice waved good-bye.

"Bye," Cynthia smiled and shook her head slowly.

"Bu-zoo!" Snow waved the spoon at her father.

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Ice sat on the lumpy bottom bunk of a bunk bed, leaning against the gray brick wall of his cell. Heath snored on the top bunk. All those happy time he had once live were nothing but memories now. He sighed. The memory of Snow waving a spoon was the last time he got to see her, for when he got beck from work that day, all Cynthia's clothes and Snow's baby stuff was gone, even Persian's poke`ball.

Even thought that all happen ten years ago, he could still recall the note he found clearly in his mind. It said:

Dear Ice,

I am sorry but I can't keep this charade up anymore. Once I did love you but I. . . it's gone and so am I. Sorry. Maybe if it were under different circumstances this might be different, but. . .I'm truly sorry. But I'm going me with my wonderful mother. And I'm taking Snow with me.

Sincerely, Cynthia,

P.S. Please for both our well being, don't try to find us.

Ice sighed. For two years he had to fight the impulse to find them. Then he met to Kincaid, and joined Team Dim Sun.

"Ice?" Heath whispered. And looked down at him over the side of the bunk. "Is you a wake?"

"My eyes are open, Heath." Ice muttered. Meathead…

"Oh, Ice why you not say you not guilty?" Heath asked. Ice tugged on his frost blue hair.

"Because I am guilty, as are you," Ice said. "So, there's not point, really."

"So, you just give up?" Heath turned his head.

"Heath, do me favor, learn English, and proper grammar," Ice looked at the full moon out the steel bared window.

"Um…Okay. But Ice if they find us no guilty we is free" Heath smiled.

"Heath, there is no way we're getting out scotch free," Ice snapped. "So get off the topic."

"Okay…" Heath went back to sleeping. Ice hadn't thought about that time ten years ago, until the fall of the Altru Tower, when he took control of a Gallade Magmortar and Rhyperior to get rid of a pesky ranger named Star, but in the end Star captured them with her captured Styler. She had a Glamow as her partner Pokemon, and light brown hair up two spiky pony tails. For a moment just as her Styler energy got in to the orange zone, she cringe and looked like Cynthia as she did. Ice wondered what Cynthia would think of him now. He chuckled silently. What would she think of him? She would think that he was a horrible, no-good, cruel noob. He sighed. Then whispered, "I'm sorry, for whatever I did, Cynthia." But what was the use? They're probably thousands of miles away from here.

37 mile away from the prison a girl with long dark blue hair yelled. "Yes! I didn't miss it!"

"didn't miss what?" Her mother peeked over her daughter's shoulder.

"The Date-Line special on the bosses in Team Dim Sun!" She explained.

"One day Snow, you'll be a Pokemon ranger," Her mother said. Team Dim Sun hadn't got to their part of Almia, so she didn't really care about it.

"We start our Date-Line special with of the Sinis Trio," the announcer said. "The Sinis Trio is made up of Lavana, Heath and their leader, Ice." Then a picture of the trio appeared and Cynthia wanted to gasped. "We have exclusive film from the Sinis Trio's trail." The screen cut to a court room.

"Sinis Trio, you are all charged with, abuse of Pokemon, harm to the public, and association with Team Dim Sun. How do you plead?" The Judge asked the Sinis Trio.

"Not Guilty," A woman with light pink hair crossed her arm and leaned back in her chair.

"Me not guilty," a big tan man with yellow said. Everyone looked over to a man with frost blue hair. He had is hands behind his head and was staring off in to space.

"How do you plead?" The judge demanded. "……Mr. Ice!"

"Hmmm?" Ice didn't looked at the Judge. "Yeah what?"

"How do you plead!" The judge shook his head.

"I plead…guilty for my crimes." Ice said. Lavana and Heath gasped. Then the other members of the Sini Trio, and the Judge spoke at once.

"What?" the judge's mouth fell open. "Y-you plead guilty?"

"Ice!" Lavana snapped. "You mean not guilty, right!"

"Ice, my friend!" Heath frown. "But we do not do anything wrong!"

Ice didn't acknowledge any of them, he just kept looking out the window. After a few moment of gasping and confusion the Judge hit his gavel.

"I see, Ms. Lanava and Mr. Heath will return to court to prove their innocence. Mr. Ice will return to court for sentencing," He slammed down the gavel. "Court adjourned."

The screen went back to the announcer, "That was the suspiring plead from the leader of the trio, Ice. They are being held this prison." The screen cut to a photo of a prison surround by huge wall.

"Hey! That's the prison only like 40 miles away form here!" Snow gasped.

"We also have video of Top Ranger Star's last battle with them.

The screen cut to a large metal room, with a glowing sphere at one end. Ice was standing in front of the sphere and a Gallade was beside him. A girl with light brown hair in two spiky pony tails and a blonde boy with a mushroom cut at the other end.

"Give up Ice!" The girl snapped. "Just let us get to the sphere there, and maybe you'll be let off easier."

"Yeah, somehow I doubt it," Ice rolled his eyes. "Gallade get them!" The Gallade cried and ran over and attacked. The Ranger girl whipped out her Styler and captured the Gallade. A briefcase looking thing explored and Ice wiped off the soot from his face with the back of his sleeve.

"Very good, Star-noob," Ice stepped aside as Star's Glamow unsheathed it's claws, and the mushroom cut boy went over the sphere and typed on the keyboard.

"I see you've changed the programming," The mushroom cut boy said.

"I found the system you tot us, too…under development so I studied it and made a few changes," Ice smirked. And the woman with light pink hair and the big tan yellow hair man came in.

"Looks like Star took out your Gallade," The woman commented. "Oh well."

"Lavana! Heath! Lend me your Pokemon!" Ice ordered. And then a Magmortar and Rhyperior came to Ice. Ice smiled wickedly and pulled out a briefcase looking thing and open it. He's finger flew across the keyboard. Gallade, Magmortar, and Rhyperior ran at the ranger. Unlike the Gallade, the Magmortar and Rhyperior hit the Styler much more often.

"No!" She winced. "Isaac! My Styler in the orange zone! Hurry!"

"I'm trying!" Mushroom cut boy called. The girl turn to a Glamow beside her.

"Glamow, it's Pokemon assist time!" the Glamow nodded and placed a paw on the Styler. The Styler line turn green and looped quickly around the Pokemon.

"Capture complete!" The ranger cried.

"Shoot!" Lavana exclaimed. "I'm out of here!"

"Me going to tell the boss!" Heath turn and ran out with Lavana.

"It was nice chatting with you two, but I have to go," Ice nodded and walked, calmly over of the door.

Cynthia could believe it, Ice…that was him, she didn't want to believe it, but there it was. She turn and left the room.

"Ice," She got to her room and sat down on the bed. A picture of Snow and her on a trip to the beach sat on the nightstand staring at her. Cynthia took it and yanked out the back. There was a picture fold in half she took it and unfolded it. In the picture Ice was younger, as was she, and Snow. They were in front of huge rose bush at a rose festival they went to. Cynthia laugh as she remember Ice ended up falling in to that very bush.

Her laughter quickly turned to sobs. The day her mother came was the worst day of her life.

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"Cynthia," her mother said and shook her hand.

"Hello," Cynthia smiled. "How was your trip?" and when are you leaving? She added to herself.

"Long, bumpy, and boring," She went over to Snow's playpen. "Hello, little Snowyana!" Cynthia rolled her eyes.

"Her name is Snow not 'Snowyana'" Cynthia corrected. But her mother ignored her.

"So, were is the little urchin you call your beloved?" Her mother asked, holding Snow.

"Work," And I wish we were with him!

"I guess that's a good thing," She hand Snow to Cynthia. "That gives us more time to pack."

"Pack!?!?" Cynthia gasped. "Why?!"

"You're needed."

"Needed? Where?"

"At the ranch," Her mother sat down at the table. "We need you there to meet the Major son. Oh Cynthia, he is a wonderful man, doesn't care that you have a child already! Can pay for the wedding and--"

"What! Wedding?" Cynthia gasped. "What are you talking about! I can't marry this man! I love Ice!"

"You don't have to marry him," Her mother chuckle. "Oh no, you have to meet him. And then if he like's you he'll purpose, and you will say yes!"

"No! Mother!" Cynthia narrowed her eyes. "I love Ice and I will not meet the man, or anything like that!"

"Yes you will!"

"No I will not!"

"If you want the ranch to live on and your father and me not to live on streets you will!" Her mother glared.

"What!?"

"We are losing the ranch and if you or your sister marries him we can't lose the ranch," Her mother smirked, she had her pinned.

"Can at least tell Ice what's going on?" Cynthia asked,

"Heavens no! If he finds out he'll come out and ruin everything!" Hr mother crossed her arms.

"I can't just leave him with out as much as a note!"

"Then write him a note," She reached in to her purse and hand it her with a pen. "Write what I say." Cynthia nodded.

"Dear Ice. I am sorry but I can't keep this charade up anymore. Once I did love you but it's gone and so am I. Sorry. Maybe if it were under different circumstances this might be different, but…I'm truly sorry. But I'm going me with my wonderful mother. And I'm taking Snow with me. Sincerely, Cynthia. P.S. Please for both our well being, don't try to find us…….Now get packing!"

Cynthia want to cried but held it in till she was at her childhood home.

"Mother…can I let Delcatty out from her ball?" Cynthia needed to talk to someone who would understand.

"Of course, here," she reached in to her pocket and took out a poke`ball.

"Mother! That's Ice's poke`ball!" Cynthia snatched it up.

"Oh…I thought It was yours," She shrugged. "Looks like you got yourself a new Pokemon."

"Mother that's stealing!" Not surprisingly her mother didn't care.

The major's son wasn't even worth it, he was annoying, snooty, and worse he hated Snow, but that's probably because she kept hitting him with spoons. The major's son chose to marry her sister.

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Cynthia wasted two years of her life, and when she got back to the house in the town, Ice was gone, and no one had seen him. A tear fell on the photo.

"I have to set this straight."