Lance blinked a few times, slowly waking up. His surroundings were unfamiliar, yet from what he could tell only one person lived in the house. He sat up a little, wincing. Maybe he had just trained too hard and all of that was just one of the many bad dreams he tended to get. Or maybe-
"You're awake."
He glared at Yellow. "What are you doing here?" He tried to get up further and fell off the couch.
"I live here. I found you unconscious and injured at the edge of the forest and I wanted to help you."
"Really." He glanced at the female Pikachu sitting next to the young girl on the chair's armrest. "We'll see about that."
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Nothing Lance frowned.
"Chuchu says you have Team Rocket scent on your clothes and that you've been around the Viridian Forest Flowers."
Lance cursed under his breath. Not only did that flower have amazing healing qualities, it had equally annoying ones, too.
Yellow started to get up from her chair. "Maybe you should rest a little bit until you feel better."
"I can't do that. Those fools have my Pokemon. Don't be surprised; I know they're gone."
"Do you think Team Rocket took them?"
"I wouldn't be surprised. They're probably just toying with me so I'll go back to get my Pokemon and use them as hostages to make me help them find Latios."
"Why do they want it?"
"Him. Latios and Latias are able to bend light around themselves and either appear invisible or change their appearance. If they can control him, they can lure Latias; which would allow Team Rocket to force them to use their Sight-Sharing ability. They want to find the Viridian Forest Guardian."
"I didn't know the Forest had one…"
"Few do. My mother knew a lot about it and would often tell me stories. That was before-" Why was he telling her this? She didn't have to know anything about his personal life. He lifted himself back up onto the couch, wincing at how sore he was.
"If you're hungry I can get you something to eat."
Lance shook his head. He didn't need her sympathy. As soon as he rested enough he'd go back to the lab. Simple enough. It was only a day's…. flight. It took at least three days to walk there- if you knew where you were going. He had somewhat of a good idea where it was, but he hadn't been near there in a while and if he ever did go around there he'd read the minds of the Pokemon in the forest. And seeing that was near impossible right now…
He sighed softly, leaning back. He couldn't wait a few days, either.
"Are you okay?"
Lance sighed softly again. "I need to get my Pokemon back and it looks like I'm forced to have you help me."
I'm working on chapter four right now. I don't know when I'll get it posted.