Yeah, so I've been getting a lot of PMs recently to continue updating this story, and I guess telling you to go serebii for it when sppf lags a lot isn't very fair plus, I'm already done with it so I'll just continue it here, hopefully I'll be able to update one-to-twice a week if not more. Anyway, I really want to finish this before the school year starts up again, so yeah: Here's chapter # 13. For those of you who stuck around to read thus poorly written fanfic, thanks, and I mean it D Anyway, on to the chapter!

Chapter 13

May stared at her cheese burger before yawning at it. She wasn't in the mood of eating; she wasn't in the mood of anything. Ever since Drew had sent that text message, May did nothing but think about it. We don't have to get together. He had written. Was it because he didn't want to get back together, thought May? It was as if he had stated it to show May he was no longer interested in her. May looked down at her abdomen, or the baby for that matter. She sighed and picked up her burger, giving in one big bite. The baby, she hadn't thought about it much, just as quickly as Drew had left her life; the baby seemed to leave too. She almost wished it had, but it didn't, the baby was still inside of her, somewhere.

I did something very bad.

May reached for her cell phone and stared at it. If Drew was telling the truth then she should call him. She should call him and tell him that she was there for him. But for some reason, she couldn't get the strength to even dial his number. He abandoned me she thought. He abandoned the baby. May stared at her cell for sometime before lying it back onto the table. She turned back to her cheese burger and started on it glumly. For the baby she muttered to herself before forcing down another bite. But it wasn't like her to say no to food. It wasn't like her to not call Drew back. May shifted her gaze towards the ocean outside, but it also wasn't like her to get pregnant.

"Thanks May, I think that's what I needed."

When Ash had said that to her, May remembered feeling happy. She remembered smiling at him, and wanted to keep doing so through out the night. But at the same time, she was partly envious. She was envious of the way he had spilled his guts to her. She wanted to do the same thing to him or anyone. She wanted to feel as comfortable as him when it came to telling people. Because whenever someone hit the tip of the iceberg of her problems, she would throw them off telling them that she was fine when really she wasn't. What was stopping her? Why did she always hide her feelings from everyone? It wasn't healthy; she knew it wasn't healthy to keep in her feelings like that. To give everyone the impression that she was fine when really she was on the brink of tears. All of what happened to her; any sane person would have gone crazy. But she couldn't go crazy; she had to show her friends in their time of need that she would be there for them. She needed to show them that they needn't worry about her but themselves. She wanted them to know that she would always lend her shoulder to those who needed to cry, she was there for them. She wanted them to see half of her. When she was ten, she was more comfortable with her feelings, unlike now.

You have to help him May

May took her last bite of her burger and pushed the plate away. Stop counting on me. She closed her eyes, picturing everyone she knew. Stop counting on me She opened her eyes to see everyone in the hotel was staring at her. She reached for her eyes, there were no tears. She reached for her face, her head, her mouth, nothing. She took a quick check in her mini mirror, and nothing was on her face, so why were they all staring? May became very uncomfortable and stood up to pay for her lunch.

"You know Ash Ketchum?" asked the waitress as May handed her the money.

"Um, yes?"

The waitress, a teenager with blonde hair tied in a ponytail smiled. "So Ash finally has a girlfriend?"

May's eyebrows shot up. "Girlfriend?"

But the waitress seemed to ignore her. "That Ash, do you know how many girls on this island are after him? That poor guy, he's always cornered by them and ends up taking one of them to dinner. Why just last week I tried to get him to take me out, but he said he would rather watch Timmy."

"Timmy who?"

"He didn't tell you?" the waitress shook her head. "Just a year ago, I gave birth to Timmy. He's, um, fatherless. You know, I broke up with him. And after Ash learned of this, he said he would help me in anyway possible. And then he became Timmy's babysitter whenever he could be. Now that Timmy's grown and I work here so often, he was sent to Cinnabar Island so my grandmother could watch him. But I miss him so much." The waitress laughed and took May's money. "Listen to me talk as if I'm sixty years old. Anyway, tell him I said hi."

"Okay…" May left the hotel without much of a goodbye. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest. Would she, she wondered, turn out just like the waitress? Allow her child to grow fatherless? May blindly walked down the street towards the Pokemon Center. Allow her child to never know their father except for the fact that he was there at one time and he knew of their presence in this world? May felt herself gulp, she didn't want to be like the waitress, she didn't want to be like Sara, and she didn't want to be like every other pregnant teenager. May felt for her cell phone, she wasn't planning on getting back together with Drew, she knew that part of their lives were done and best to be erased. But she felt she had to at least call him. No, she couldn't bear talking to him, listening to his voice again. She would send him a text message.

From: May Maple-(556) 582-2875

To: Drew Almond-(556) 812-4459

I can't believe you would do this Drew. Cheat on me, and expect me to return your calls. We're over. And although you did say we don't have to get back together, I don't think we could even be friends.

So what happened that's so bad? And why am I the only one who you can turn to? What about Amy. And don't tell me you dumped her in attempt to get me back. Or is it that you staged this whole thing because you want to show me that we really are done, because I'm aware of that.

And why did you have to cheat on me? Why didn't you just tell me that we're done? It would have been better than you cheating on me.

May pressed send and put her cell phone away. But it didn't help her much; the same empty feeling was there inside of her. Swallowing her, making her feel hollow inside. They were done, Drew and she were done, and she knew they were done. But why did she get the feeling of wanting inside of her? They were done yet May could feel her heart wishing they weren't. Was it because they had done so much together? Or was it because after their break up, she had not given it much thought? Had not allowed it to darken her mood, and now all of those pushed away feelings were coming back up again, choking her heart. Making a lump the size of a baseball form in her throat, making her eyes water. "We're done," she reminded herself as she entered the Pokemon Center. "So stop crying."

The Nurse Joy of Montgame Island barely gave May half a glance when another trainer rushed into the center, carrying his Pikachu in his arms. "There's something wrong Nurse Joy! He just collapsed on the spot during our battle!"

May sank into a chair as she watched Nurse Joy call in two Chanseys and comfort the boy.

"Don't worry Ash, Pikachu is going to be okay."

May blinked. "Ash?"

The boy turned around, and surely enough, it was Ash. But he had on a scared look. "May?"

May stared and without even thinking she stood up and ran towards Ash. She wrapped her arms around him tightly as if scared to let go. And Ash, without meaning to, broke into tears, right on the spot.

"I'll take Pikachu to get some X-rays so I'll get back to you." said Nurse Joy disappearing into the two doors behind her desk.

May rubbed Ash's back before whispering into his ear. "What happened?"

The Pokemon Master sniffed before saying. "I pushed him too hard May. I told him to keep going when I knew he was tired. Pikachu wanted to keep going too, but when he was about to beat Mightyena, he just collapsed on to the floor. I was so afraid… I was so afraid that I killed him. May, Pikachu's everything to me, he's my first Pokemon. I don't know what I would do if he, if he…"

"Don't say it Ash Ketchum. If you don't believe that he will survive, then how will he believe it? You have to believe he will, Ash."

Ash nodded and pulled away from May, he held her hands tight between his own. "Will you… wait with me?"

"Okay." May stared at him, she had never seen Ash so scared before, his hands were sweaty and trembling. She wanted to say something to him, something to make him feel better less scared. But she couldn't think of anything. So she gave his hand a little tug, "come on, let's go get something to eat."

"Okay," Ash allowed May to pull him to the eating area of the Pokemon Center.

When they ordered their lunches, Ash barely noticed May calling to him. When his sushi was laid in front of him, he hardly gave it a glance. He was always checking Nurse Joy's desk to see if she would be coming back soon. He blamed himself, who wouldn't? He could picture it in his head, the whole situation replayed over and over again. Pikachu had been his first choice for the battle. Sydney had chosen his Absol and commanded it to use rock slide. Pikachu had evaded it and used thunderbolt. Absol was sent flying but regained control and headed straight for Pikachu with a slash attack. Pikachu was badly hurt but would not allow Ash to return him, instead he used thunder and Absol was sent down for the count. Pikachu breezed through Sydney's Shiftry, but right when Mightyena was called out to the field; Pikachu was panting. Ash had thought about recalling it and taking out some other Pokemon. It had crossed his mind, though he never got around to doing the actual action. But just as he was about to ask Pikachu if he was ready to come back inside and rest, Pikachu collapsed onto the floor with no warning. Ash had ran into the field and picked up his Pokemon, it was the first time pikachu had ever done that, fallen onto the floor. And the scariest thing was that Ash never remembered hearing Pikachu breathing.

May stared over at Ash from behind her soda, she was worried about him. The way he hardly seemed to notice she was there, the way he hardly seemed to notice he was there. She called to him over and over again, but all he did in response was look at her and then go back to watching Nurse Joy's desk. His eyes were dull and no longer full of life, or were they always that way?

And now, well, look at his eyes. They're nothing like they used to be.

Ash's eyes were nothing like they used to be, they were often tired and emotionless. But now, his eyes seemed dull and darkened. There was nothing there but darkness. Ash had still been sad over Misty and now with the possibility of his best friend dying, Ash was absolutely gone. May would not make a difference, she knew that. By looking at Ash, at his shaking body, she knew her words would not mean much. She could feel herself being pushed, slowly pushed away from Ash. She had been so happy the other day when he said she had helped him. But today, today was a different day with a different situation, one May could not help. She looked away from Ash and remembered Brock saying she was their last hope. That if she could not help him, Ash would be gone, not himself. He would break himself off from the others and make his life Pokemon. He would no longer call them, see them, or even make an effort to remember them. He would not tell anyone his problems anymore, keeping them within himself just like May was. She reached for Ash's hand on across the table. That was right, he would be just like May, giving everyone the impression he was okay when really he was suffering.

Ash looked down at May's hand and looked over at her. There were tears racing down her cheeks. He couldn't understand why she was crying. Did I make you cry? He wanted to ask, but the words never touched his lips. May on the other hand blinked away her tears before saying. "Don't do this to yourself Ash. There are too many people out there who care for you. Don't blame and eventually cut yourself from us. Because we're all here for you. I'm here for you."

End of Chapter 13

So yeah, sorry aboyt the whole huge text message thing. I wrote this pre-cell phone and was unaware of how long it would actually take to type a text like this! Or even if your phone would allow you to!

Anyway, that's it for now, until next time!