A glint of murder behind those bright green eyes...that was surely the last thing she was ever going to see. In your last moments, she had always imagined things would speed up, that it would be fast and then your life would flash before your eyes. That's what was always said...but right now, she was numb, time was slowing down, and there were no flashbacks to her as a baby. The last thing Dawn was going to see, was the murderous glare of the Dominion...
Then a massive, roar shook the mountain, and a hot beam of orange energy blasted by her, tearing through the mud as it traveled. The HyperBeam connected with the Dominion Leader, knocking it out over the cliff side. Faster than Dawn was able to feel her relief wash over her, the green eyed creature twirled in the air and launched its green lightning at her.
SLAM! A small body crashed into her, and she went flying, smashing down into the mud and sliding through it.
The ground quaked beneath her as the lightning struck just below the cliff face, and her heart stopped as she sat up out of the mud. Her favorite little yellow mouse was now standing where she had been seconds ago, and Pikachu cried out as the ground caved in beneath him. He disappeared amongst the collapsing rocks, and toppled over the edge and down the mountainside.
Dawn had thought time was slowing down when she was sure she was going to die? That was nothing compared to right now. Her senses were picking up everything, from the fighting still going on in camp, to the whistling of the tiniest winds. Quilava's dying breaths it wheezed as it watched the event helplessly. Misty's knees as they slapped against the mud, unable to support herself. Ash's beating heart as it couldn't decide to beat fast or slow. The Dominion's low hiss of pleasure once it had realized the emotional hit it had thrust upon them.
Fifteen simultaneous bursts of light lit up the immediate area, and in terrifying roars and angry calls, the three's Pokemon materliazed around them. Charizard, though hurting from his injuries, roared louder and more horrific than he had ever before. Staryu flashed its light furiously, and Corsola cried out. Piplup, and Buneary bellowed as loudly as their tiny selves could.
Those were just the few up front. Gyarados, Politoed, Psyduck, Horsea, Mamoswine, Togekiss, Pachirisu, Donphan, Bayleef, Snivy, and Totodile all roared or bellowed up at the Dominion.
How they did it with so much chaos around them, and emotions running high, they will never know, but Ash, Misty, and Dawn all pointed their finger at the green eyed bastard, and shouted with rage, "FOR PIKACHU"!
And all the Pokemon bellowed one more time to simulate the battle cry, making the Dominion Leader hover backwards a few inches in what appeared to be a moment of fright. Then sixteen of their Pokemon's most powerful attacks blasted towards the creature in a colorful light show bigger than Gyarados' HyperBeam.
The Dominion spun to try and flee, but for all its speed, it could not escape the intense blast.
BOOM! The occurring explosion lit up the night for dozens of miles, shaking the mountain, and vibrating the ground beneath their feet. The blast wave threw mud into the air as it traveled, and pushing back human and Pokemon alike. Dawn shielded her eyes to prevent the flying mud from getting in them.
When the blast wave was gone, and the sky had returned to night, Dawn lowered her arms. A pit formed in her stomach...floating high in the air, was still the Dominion Leader. The evil thing was smoking, and breathing heavily, but still very much alive. Then it was gone, snarling and flying away from the mountain.
No one cheered, not Ash nor Misty and their Pokemon. Even if they had made the Dominion Leader flee for now, Dawn could not bring herself to shout in joy. Not until they knew if Pikachu was still alive.
"KYLE GET DOWN" Lance shouted, just in the nick of time.
Kyle hit the mud chest first as a Dominion swooped overhead with the intent to decapitate him.
"Hawooo"!
Lance's Dragonite zoomed by, giving chase to the Dominion. Kyle got back up, spitting out mud and saying, "dammit, we need more Pokemon Lance"!
Lance's expression went darker than it already was, and he replied, "he's all I've got left".
Kyle didn't have time to come up with a response, not that he would have been able to anyway...BOOM! A massive explosion lit up the entire mountain. The blast wave sent Kyle, and the scientists they had been escorting to his chopper, down into the mud. Lance remained standing, his cape billowing fiercely behind him. Professor Rowan looked on in awe as the blast faded away to nothing.
"What was that" Kyle asked, rising to his feet for the second time.
The detonation point was too far for Lance to see in the dark, "I don't know...let's hope it wasn't Ash".
"Lance" Rowan exclaimed, and motioned for him to look around.
The Dominion's had ceased their assault, and were looking towards where the explosion had came from. Then, shocking Lance and everyone else, the Dominion's retreated. Flying as fast as they could away from the mountain.
"What the hell just happened" Kyle asked aloud, watching them go with his mouth hanging open.
A loud angry cry, followed by a man screaming in terror, stopped anyone from answering him. A dozen more of the terrible cries rang out, and Lance recognized them! The mutant Sandshrew! They must have been freed somehow.
The color drained from Kyle's face as he too, recognized the cries.
"To the chopper" Lance ordered immediately.
The scientists scrambled to collect the cases of research data in the mud, and then bolted after Lance. Dragonite flew after them as they ran, scanning for a straggling Dominion, or one of the Sandshrew that might attack. Kyle's chopper sat close to the trees by the Temple, untouched, and ready for lift off.
He slid open the side door and climbed in, the few scientists and Rowan following as he did so. Lance waited a moment longer, taking the time to thank his last Pokemon, and recall it into its PokeBall.
Lance closed the door behind him, and made his way to his chair in the cockpit. Kyle had already begun to spin up the blades.
"They did refuel us right" he asked.
"Just after arrival" Lance confirmed, flicking a switch.
"So what's the plan then boss"?
"Get away from these Sandshrew. Contact Lucian, if he's still alive. Meet up somewhere safe, help evacuate Rowan, his research, and the Darkin to Unova, then find Red".
Kyle sneered as he began to rise the helicopter into the air, "really don't like that guy for ditching us like that".
"Won't do us any good to be angry over it now" Lance reasoned, unable to keep his own anger from his voice.
"Hate to interrupt" Rowan spoke up, "but who's Red"?
Kyle side glanced over to the Dragon Master, who rubbed the bridge of his nose. Turning around to face Rowan, he opened his mouth to speak.
Ash sprinted down the mountain, taking a smaller path than the evacuating jeeps that would have made the trip much faster. Misty and Dawn raced behind him, none of them taking it carefully. The pathway was steep, and one slip would send them tumbling down over jagged rocks, and a couple steep drop offs.
Ash followed the trail of broken rocks, sliding on his heels as he stumbled over one. He regained his balance and continued on. Before the three began their treacherous descent down the muddy slope, they had recalled each of their Pokemon. Dawn had taken a moment longer to say goodbye to Quilava, who had taken his last breath when Dawn's hand rested on his head. She had kept her eyes glued to his, unwilling to look at the mess of intestines spilled out over the ground.
Halfway down, a helicopter thundered overhead, and they recognized it as Kyle's. Dawn silently thanked God that they were able to make it out. Lance and Kyle had become two of her closest friends in the time they spent together at the Temple, if she lost one of them, it would be like losing Ash, or Brock.
Up ahead a much larger pile of rocks were strewn about, sitting at the foot of the mountain, lying against knocked down trees of a forest that stretched for miles. Ash hurtled faster towards the broken pieces of the cliff side, his eyes scanning for a yellow mass among the mixtures of brown and green.
He skidded to a halt amongst the middle of the rocks, and began to lift them away. Tossing them aside as he searched beneath the piles. Misty and Dawn followed his lead, heaving the bigger sized rocks together. Time passed as they searched, but not one of them was slowing down.
Ash's fingers began to burn, and his injured hand throbbed under the pressure of the heavy rocks he was lifting. He didn't care, he barely felt it. His throws were growing more frantic, and twice he almost hurled a rock at the girls.
He tossed aside a particularly jagged rock, and stopped. Lying beneath it was his Pokemon, his best friend, his biggest supporter through thick and thin. Pikachu was lying face down, with his tiny limbs sprawled out in all directions. He fell to his knees, gently reaching out. His fingers brushed against Pikachu's mud covered fur, and he carefully lifted him off the ground.
He turned over the tiny body in his arms to see Pikachu's face. The mouses eyes were closed, and a scuff of blood was at the tip of his button nose. Ash held his breath unknowingly as he placed two of his fingers on Pikachu's chest. Feeling for a heartbeat, and listening for a breath that never came. Minutes went by as he continued to wait for his best friend to wake up. Realizing Pikachu was never going to, Ash's eyes slowly began to burn.
Misty came up behind him, her arms drawn to her chest. She too had been waiting, hoping to see the little rodents eyes open. As a sob escaped from Ash, she felt a tear run down her cheek, her hand finding Ash's shoulder as he started to cry. Not the cry of distress and disbelief he had done when he watched his mother die, but the cry of a broken man. A man who's lost too much...
Dawn kept her distance, not wanting to watch the despair up close. She had yet to have time to fully process Quilava's gruesome death, she could only imagine what it was like for Ash and Misty right now.
The heart wrenched trainer cradled the broken body of his longtime friend, pressing his cheek into Pikachu's matted fur. His tears streaked across the Pokemon's body, wiping away some of the dirt and grime. His heart couldn't take this, not this. He had given thought to losing Misty, God forbid. He had given thought to losing his mother, his friends, even his other Pokemon...but losing Pikachu had never crossed his mind. He had never imagined a world without Pikachu.
Thunder boomed as the rain poured down. The bike crashed, and Ash hit the mud. Rolling a few feet with his newly acquired Pikachu bouncing along beside him. The Spearow cawed as they grew closer, so Ash reached into his pocket, pulling out the PokeBall with the lightning symbol on the front. He begged for Pikachu to go back inside, he'd be safe.
When Ash first left Pallet Town with Pikachu, the Pokemon had had no respect for the fresh trainer. The kid was reckless, and slightly ignorant. He wasn't going to make it far, and Pikachu didn't want to be apart of this kids failures.
But in this moment, Pikachu learned something about Ash. No other human had the same guts and determination has him. No one had the same love and care. No one had the same passion and drive. Ash Ketchum would go far, and leave the biggest impression he possibly could. He would love Pikachu, and all his other Pokemon no matter what. He would love his friends and family, like no one else ever could.
So Pikachu saved Ash that day, knowing that he was now saving his best friend. Finding the last bit of strength he had left and electrocuted each and every one of those Spearow. Sending them fleeing the other direction.
The next few moments were a hazy blur. The rain stopped, and the two witnessed a golden bird soaring through the sky. Then Pikachu awoke in the Pokemon center in Viridian, next to his best friend, and a loud red head screeching to them about a bike.
Mamoswine and Totodile climbed up from the hole they had just dug. Ash, Misty, Dawn, and all sixteen of their Pokemon still alive, stood beside it. The two who dug in the dirt rejoined their comrades and hung their heads in despair.
Ash reached around to his PokeBelt, searching for the tiny PokeBall he was after and unclipped it. He held it in his fist, his index finger hovering over the button. Finally he enlarged it, a PokeBall with a thunderbolt symbol on the front. Taking a few steps forward, and bending down to his knees in front of the tiny dug grave, Ash's lip trembled as he gave his Pokemon one last look.
Taking a shaky breath, Ash began to speak through his sobs, "Pikachu...Thank you. For everything...for saving us that day, having my back through it all. For always battling as hard as you could, and coming through when I needed you to. Most importantly...Thank you for the laughs, and the best times of my life. I'll never forget you buddy, thank you for being my friend...".
He smiled down at his Pokemon's face one last time, seeing past the dirt, scuffs, and blood. Seeing the bright and happy Pikachu he had trained. Seeing the wide smile, and the peace sign he would flash alongside Ash. Seeing the things he would never get to see again.
Gently, Ash lowered the little body into the hole, carefully placing him in the middle and reaching to place the PokeBall at Pikachu's feet, but hesitated. He turned it around so that the thunderbolt symbol was facing him, and his hand began to tremble.
"Keep it" Misty's voice told him softly.
A hitch caught in his throat, and his fingers tightened around the ball. Even though Pikachu never wanted to be inside it, it was still his, and Misty was right. He should keep it. When all this is said and done, he would place it somewhere where he could see it everyday.
He shrunk the ball, and reclipped it to his belt as Misty came up beside him, bending down to sit beside the grave.
With a deep breath she spoke, "Oh Pikachu...I've never met a Pokemon that was as courageous as you. It was you and Ash who inspired me everyday. To train my Pokemon to have the confidence and spirit you had. You were one of a kind, and we'll all miss you very much. I'll take care of Ash for you, you don't have to worry about him. Just rest Pikachu...".
Tears fell as she talked, dropping onto her hands, and rolling down her fingers. Ash raised an arm and gently placed it around her, and she leaned over. Resting her forehead against his shoulder, sobbing as he caressed her arm.
Dawn's chin drooped to her chest, her expression hiding under her hair. Tears fell from her chin as she clenched her teeth. She was trying as hard as she could to not completely break down, but she was failing. Especially when the Pokemon around them all began to sing soft cries. The sound was beautiful, even if it was just a bunch of variations of their names. Pikachu had been held in high respect to them. To the Pokemon, they had lost their leader.
Ash didn't keep track of how long they sat there, he simply knew the sun was beginning to rise when he decided it was time to finalize Pikachu's burial. Everyone helped, including the Pokemon, each grabbing handfuls of dirt and sprinkling it into the grave. Slowly Pikachu vanished underneath it, and the grave was now just a mound of fresh dirt in the middle of a grassy patch. Ash would have liked to bury him back on Professor Oak's ranch, not way out in the middle of a forest. Where he wouldn't be able to visit whenever he liked, but he had the PokeBall and his memories, that would be enough.
Sharp, angry calls surrounded them in the forest. Echoing all around, and growing closer, making them jump back.
"The Sandshrew" Dawn realized in terror.
"Quickly, let's go" Ash ordered, reaching back for his five other Pokemon's balls.
They returned each of them, and Ash gave Pikachu's grave one last look.
"Goodbye buddy, I love you".
Then they ran for their lives. The Sandshrew snarling and hissing as they gave chase, the underbrush cracking and shaking as the three ran. Bursting out of the underbrush, one darted out in front of Misty, swiping at her with a long claw. She screamed, and ducked under it by hitting the ground. Ash yanked her up, and they turned to run back, but two more ran up to block their escape. Six more came through the foliage, surrounding them and cutting them off from retreating in any direction.
Ash got a good look at them for the first time, and Dawn was right, they did look ancient. They were grey instead of tan, and had jagged lines instead of the brick like designs. The tails were much lengthier, and spikes ran down their spines. Ash looked into their eyes, and found they were solid white. They must be blind, working only on smell.
Misty's breaths picked up speed, they were cornered, doomed to be slain by a bunch of ravenous Sandshrew like creatures. After everything, this is how it would end?
The closest one to Misty bellowed, and lunged at her. She screeched, and Ash went to stand in the way. A dart shot into its neck, dropping the creature unconscious at their feet.
"Wha-" Dawn started to question, but a dart stuck into the nape of her neck, and she wobbled in place.
Dozens of people in black uniforms burst through the trees, holding rifles and firing the darts at the Sandshrew. Ash felt one prick his neck, and he quickly yanked it out, but it was too late. Immediately he could feel the effects of some kind of narcotic.
In only a matter of seconds, the Sandshrew were out and the three had collapsed to the ground, with Ash being the last one fighting to stay awake. He was lying on his back, unaware of how that exactly happened, and was staring up at the tree tops.
Voices began to speak around him, and one familiar gruff voice caught his attention. Giovanni's face appeared into his blurring vision, smiling wickedly.
"It seems I've finally caught up with you Ketchum"!
"What do you mean you're not going to Unova"?
"We have more important things we need to do".
"More important"?
"On Professor Oak's orders, and no I won't disclose the details".
Lorelei huffed at Brock's words. Him and Delila had woke up bright and early to the sounds of the hotel guests shuffling down the hall. League Officials were spouting out directions, and various other bits of needed information. The evacuation of the Orange Islands was underway. It was then that Brock decided they should inform Lorelei they would not be leaving with everyone else.
"I can see there's no changing your mind" Lorelei caved after staring Brock down for some time, "whatever it is you have to do, do it fast. We'll need a capable Gym Leader in the fight".
Brock nodded, "travel safe".
He then held open the door for Delila and the two left the small makeshift office Lorelei had been given for temporary use. The couple walked down the hall, passing the last few evacuating guests.
"That went better than you thought it would" Delila commented, linking her fingers with Brock's.
"Yes it did, kind of unexpected" he chortled, "normally Lorelei doesn't ever back down".
"Well, she probably knows the world is turning upside down, and she can't control everything" Delila pointed out.
"Good point, we need to find Melody" Brock said, changing to subject.
Delila looked at him to elaborate, and he continued, "I didn't think of it until we were in bed last night, but she probably could get us a boat to the Elemental Islands much easier than us running around looking for one".
"Now that's good point" Delila agreed, "where do you think she'll be"?
"I have no idea".
"NO"!
Cameron jerked awake, making May jump and toss the eggs she had been frying into the air. One slapped onto the counter and the other hit the floor. She turned to look at the brown haired man, and he was breathing heavily with his eyes scanning the room frantically.
"Cameron"?
His gaze snapped to her, and he looked almost wild, but his focus returned and he placed his hands over his face. He let out a long sigh and groaned, "I'm fine, just a bad dream".
He then removed his hands and looked around the room confusedly, "um, why am I in your room"?
"You were about to pass out in the hall, and said you didn't have a room" May told him, furrowing her brow, "do you not remember that"?
He shook his head, "no, last thing I can remember is...".
May watched him think for a moment, and he said, "Talking with Lorelei. After that, it's just random flashes. I remember walking beside Delila, and seeing you walking towards us with Melody. Then Brock being angry, and then eating something at dinner, but I can't remember what".
Was that all he remembered? That didn't make any sense to May, but she had never went more than twenty four hours without sleep either.
"So, that's it" she asked curiously, dragging out the syllables.
"Yea, why? Did something happen"?
So...did he or did he not remember the kiss? She didn't want to flat out ask, because what if he didn't, and told her something she didn't want to hear. On the other hand, he had mentioned before he completely passed out that he had wanted too. Of course, how much of that was the sleep deprivation talking? Well, he had been sleep deprived because he was so worried about her, so that must of men't something, right? Sometimes May hated being a girl...
"Hello? May"?
She jumped out of her thoughts, and took a step back, squishing the egg on the floor beneath her bare foot. Cameron had gotten up, and moved into the tiny kitchen area. When May had taken so long to answer him, he realized she was lost in her brain.
"You ok" he chuckled at her blushing face. Little did he know she wasn't blushing because she got lost in thought, but of what she was about to ask.
She opened her mouth, and closed it again. Cameron raised a brow at her and couldn't help but smile. May's insides turned to mush. In the past, she had been able to write off most of these feelings as him just being nice, being a friend. It had been her way to avoid having to confront the notion of if she really liked him or not. Then he ran up and flat out kissed her, blowing apart all the childlike defenses she had thrown up. Even now, he was somehow getting by them. With his bed head hair, his flashy green eyes, and his warm presence. Damn was he cute...
She steeled herself, sighed, and grit her teeth. Opening her mouth to speak once more, Cameron crossed his arms and waited for the words to come out. They didn't, and May stood there with her mouth open as she tried to form them in her throat.
Something resembling a Snorlax growl came out of her, and she squeaked in response to her own noise. Cameron laughed out loud, and uncrossed his arms, saying, "until you get the words figured out, I'll just be picking up your mess, ok"?
He gave her a toothy grin, and then bent down to remove the egg from under her foot. Her brain was telling her to lift her foot so he could pick up the food, but it wasn't happening. Why on Earth was her brain so fried?! Why did him not remembering the stupid kiss affect her so friggin much!?
Cameron cocked his smile up at her, then reached his hand out to her leg, gently placing his fingers behind her kneecap and lifting it off the egg. She was wearing shorts, so his fingers pressed against her skin, and shivers proceeded from her leg all the way up her spine. There was something incredibly hot about the angle she was looking at him, add in his crooked smile as he looked back up at her and she was beginning to sweat.
He then picked up the egg, and stood back up, tossing it into the trash. Ok May...this was ridiculous...there's no way someone can make throwing away an egg look adorable...man was he tall too, that was sexy...
"Holy crap you're adorable" Cameron laughed as he looked back at her.
Her leg was still being held in the air by herself, she was bright red, and her mouth was still hanging open. Oh how ridiculous she just realized she looked...all because she couldn't find the freaking courage to flat out ask if he had remembered kissing her or not! Maybe because this would be the moment she found out wether or not he truly had feelings for her...
"I'm just messing with you, you know" he grinned wide down to her, "I remember everything".
Snap!
"WHAT" May shouted, dropping her leg and standing as tall as she could, only coming to the tip of his chin though, "my brain has been on overdrive for the last five minutes because I've been trying to decide if you really like me or not"!
"And what did your brain come up with"?
She stuttered, that had not been the response she thought she'd get. She had been expecting maybe a retort back, or some kind of defense line.
Deciding she was going to force him to question himself, she started to say, "I'm not sure! You may be cute, but I've had better kisses in the past. You think you can just come into my life and sway me over to like you? You sir have another thin-".
He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her to him. She caved in, forgetting the irritation, confusion, and countless other emotions that had coursed through her head.
She liked him, a lot. It was about damn time she admitted it to herself right? And who was she kidding, his lips were perfect! This was the best damn kiss she'd ever had in her life.
May kissed back, wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck and leaning into his grasp. She thought she would need to breathe, but she thought wrong. Somehow she had been lifted off the ground and placed on the counter top, making her eye level with him. Well, that certainly made things much easier!
They had important things to do, a world to try and help save, countless Legendary Pokemon to find, Dominion's to fight, but none of that mattered right now. She couldn't stop, even if she tried. Her hands had begun to explore him, running across his torso and down his arms, which were located behind her back, and on her waist.
Heat, lots of heat began to build inside of May, and she found herself becoming more and more...turned on! Not good, but what was she going to do? Her self control was seriously lacking at this point, because her fingers gripped the ends of his shirt, and pulled it up over his head.
He didn't stop her, and only broke their kiss long enough to allow the shirt to be removed. Then his lips found hers again, and his hand slipped under the backside of her shirt. His other hand found her bare thigh, his fingertips gently caressing her skin. She shivered for the second time, and pulled him tighter to her.
They both suddenly flew apart as a series of knocks rapped on the door. Their eyes locked as the knocks repeated when no one answered. They were both breathing heavily, and were a shade of red from the physicality of what they were doing. Cameron's hair was now even messier, and May's was close to being the same. The knocks came a third time, now followed by Brock's worried voice, "May? Are in there"?
"Just a second Brock" she called out before she could stop herself, then bit her lip and silently cursed.
Cameron looked around frantically, and then caught May's eyes again and mouthed, "shirt"?
Where the hell did that thing go? May hopped down from the counter and helped him search for it. Somehow it wound up on the other side of the room, behind the couch. As Cameron slid it over his head, May straightened her own shirt out and reached for the door handle.
Brock and Delila stood out in the hall as May swung the door open, and said, "good morning, what's up"?
What's up? Seriously May...
Cameron walked up behind her, and smiled at the couple in the hall, "'I was just about to help May make breakfast, are we going out to eat instead"?
Brock eyed him suspiciously, then glanced at May. She tried her best to hide her blush, but wasn't sure if she was succeeding or not.
"No, we're not" Brock finally said a little coldly, causing Delila to secretly flick his arm, "we're looking for Melody. The evacuation has started and we need a boat to the Elemental Islands".
"So no breakfast" Cameron asked playfully.
May couldn't help chuckling, but her smile went away at the look on Brock's face.
"We have things we need to do, so let's do them" Brock said flatly.
"Alright, find Melody, got it" Cameron said, a little hurt in his voice.
"We'll meet you at the docks" Brock turned away as he spoke, and walked down the hall.
Delila waited a little longer, taking a moment to smirk at May and Cameron knowingly as she absorbed their appearance. With a wink to May, she proceeded down the hall after Brock with a skip in her step.
"So, she knows then" Cameron chortled as he watched her go.
"She kinda knew way before we did I think" May sighed with a light smile.
"Proceed in an orderly and secure fashion! Take only the bare essentials, we must make as much room as we can"!
The Shamouti Island citizens covered the docking bay, hurrying onto their designated ferries to Unova. The few League Officials that had arrived with Lorelei were overseeing the evacuation, keeping everything flowing smoothly.
Lorelei herself sat in the navigation room, where all boats were directed in and out of the Harbor.
"Transfer 21 is away" one man chimed to Lorelei and she nodded.
All around the Orange Islands the evacuation was going well. Professor Ivy had called over and informed them that Valencia island had been successfully evacuated, the citizens were well on their way to Unova, and she was now moving on to assist the other islands.
"Try to keep any of the ferries from crossing through the Elemental Islands" Lorelei ordered, walking up to the window.
"Yes ma'm"!
The three islands loomed in the distance, just in front of the still rising sun.
"God forbid if we have a repeat incident of twelve years ago, on top of this Dominion mess" she mumbled to herself.
A beeping went off behind her, and she turned away from the islands. The man at the computer which was beeping clicked the mouse a few times. His expression darkened and he turned to Lorelei, "we've picked up Dominion movements heading for the Orange Islands. They'll be here by noon".
"Then speed up the evacuation" Lorelei barked, stepping into the center, "I want the islands vacated by ten"!
May and Cameron had caught up with their friends at the docks, after they had regained their composure and had another, more controlled make out. The world on the brink of annihilation and May couldn't resist the urge to make out with a cute boy. This one hadn't been as hot and heavy, more like a quick 'we'll continue this later' kind of thing.
She had been forcing herself to not think of the bad things that had happened this far. To not think about where Ash and Misty might be. To focus on where she was right now, and to keep herself going strong. Seeing the people on the docks, boarding the boats, was the worst reminder she could've had. It made her kiss with Cameron seem petty, selfish even. To be able to have something good happen while others were losing everything...talk about making you feel like shit.
Brock remained distant and cold towards Cameron, but May could pick up on his attempts to not be. He just wasn't succeeding. She couldn't blame him, if one of them did turn out to be a Rocket...she couldn't think about that! She had no idea what she'd do...
She turned to Cameron, watching him walk beside her as he scanned for Melody. He couldn't be a Rocket, could he? If he wasn't, then that left Delila. May turned her gaze to the pink haired woman next to Brock. She too was turning her head left and right, searching. Her baby belly was just beginning to show through, and her hand had a firm grasp on Brock's. It couldn't be her either!
May decided that she would leave it behind her for now, and should they run into Matilda, she would do everything in her power to find out the truth! Until then, what could a little kissing hurt?
"There" Brock suddenly spoke up, pointing to the far end of the dock.
Melody was untying a boat, just big enough for six people. Brock took off, his hand slipping from Delila's.
"Melody" he called out as the others raced after him, "hey, Melody"!
The brunette heard him, and stopped what she was doing to look for the caller.
"Hey guys" she said happily as they ran up to her, "wanting a more private ride to Unova"?
"Sort of" Brock began, "listen, before we do that, we need a favor".
"Name it".
"We need you to take us to the Elemental Islands to find Lugia".
The look on her face would have been funny if the reason behind Brock's request wasn't so serious.
"What" she questioned, "that could be a very bad idea".
"I know" Brock retorted, "but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important".
"Why could that be a bad idea" Cameron mused, looking between the two.
"They've told you the story right" Melody asked him, and he nodded, "then I don't need to tell you of the consequences if we somehow start another brawl between the Legendary Birds. And this time we won't have Ash to stop it".
"If we don't go the world may be as good as gone anyway" Brock reasoned, "we have to find Lugia".
Melody thought this over, her expression telling them she was considering all options and their outcomes.
"Alright" she said, "load up"!
"The Dominion's have reached the outer islands ma'm" the man on radar spoke, turning to the Ice Master.
"What's the current ETA" Lorelei asked, spotting Brock and his group boarding a small boat.
At least they would be able to flee from the Dominion's if they needed to.
"They're moving much faster than we anticipated, they'll be here within the hour".
"Dammit" Lorelei cursed, watching as the boat sped away towards the Elemental Islands, "we need to go. Order all ferries to depart immediately".
Melody slowed the speed, attempting to let the boat idle its way up to Fire Island. Brock had decided that since this was where the incident started, it would suit them to start as well.
As the boat floated closer, Cameron asked, "any ideas on how to begin searching? Lugia kind of lives at the bottom of the ocean right"?
"I'm not really sure" Brock answered him, forgetting about his Team Rocket worries in their current situation, "I wasn't here last time, so I was just kind of hoping Lugia would surface to stop any intruders".
"Though the water's Great Guardian shall rise to quell the fighting" Melody recited, "Lugia won't just show up because we want it to".
"Wonderful" May scoffed sarcastically, "you'd think since we saved it from Giovanni it would just show up".
"Wait what" Melody turned to May in concern.
"Long story".
The boat tapped against the islands rocky edge, and Brock dove out onto land. Delila tossed him the rope to anchor them off, and he tied it around the nearest rock he could find big enough. Once the boat was secure, the other four climbed out after him.
The island itself was slightly charred and baren, with an intense heat hovering in the air.
"Little hot isn't it" Delila noted.
"It's Fire Island" Melody replied with deep sarcasm.
Before Delila could have a comeback, the temperature shot up a dozen degrees, and a great cry rang out.
"That's not good is it" May questioned.
In a blast of heat, Moltres appeared over the rise of a hill and cawed down at them. If May hadn't been so terrified in this moment, she would probably be in awe. The Fiery Bird was enormous! Its wingspan easily covering twenty five feet. With every powerful wingbeat, a wave of heat would rush by them, causing sweat to pool on their skin. The already lit day somehow seemed brighter from the glowing yellow body of Moltres, forcing them to squint. May could practically feel the power radiating from the bird, she could certainly feel the heat.
It cawed loudly once more, and swooped down, straight for them. By the time they realized Moltres was attacking, it was too late. The sea behind them exploded upwards in a torrent of water, which flew thirty feet into the air, then cascaded down on them.
May was soaked, but she didn't seem to notice because Lugia had just spun out of the ocean and hovered above their boat. It called out to Moltres, spreading its massive wings to show dominance. The flame bird halted in its tracks and cawed back, puffing up its fires. Lugia called once again, moving its head angrily.
The heat from Moltres was so intense that May was practically already dry. Not that she had still yet to notice. Moltres cawed one last time, and diminished its fires, turning and flying back over the hill from where it had come.
Lugia watched it go, then turned its attention onto the group below, "why have you come"?
It took them a moment to collect themselves. They had all previously seen Lugia at least once, but the second time was just as awe inspiring as the first.
"We need your help" Brock stepped forward, pulling out the MasterBall and brandishing it forward, "we need your help to stop the Dominion's".
The MasterBall opened, and Mew appeared. Shaking its head, and stretching. It blinked a few times as it looked up at Lugia, then it chirped happily, "Mew"!
Lugia had a strange reaction from Brock's perspective, the Legendary looked appalled, "the Dominion's have returned"?
"Yes, we know you fought them long ago with Arceus" Brock continued, "which is why we need your help now".
Lugia watched the Mew fly happily around in the air, twirling in circles chasing it tail.
"The Dominion's have arrived, and already killed hundreds of people, we know with this Mew they can destroy the universe. We just don't know how to beat them" Brock finished.
"This Mew is my mother" Lugia blurted, more to itself and to the group.
Soooo, a baby Mew hatched less than a year ago was somehow the mother to a Pokemon created at the beginning of time?
"Mind sharing what you know" Brock pressed, mentally crossing his fingers.
"Where is the Chosen One" Lugia addressed them suddenly, looking them over, "is he alive"?
"As far as we know" May spoke up, "and he needs all of our help against the Dominion's".
"You need not convince me" Lugia reassured, "I remember all too well the Dominion of Darkness. They must be stopped, and I will offer my assistance".
"Mind filling us in on what you know" Brock repeated, "starting with Mew".
Lugia looked him over carefully, then flew down and landed on the rocks behind them. The ground thudded from its massive size.
"Very well" Lugia replied, "it all started at the beginning, some time after my mother was created".
Another Chapter down! Not gunna lie, I legit teared up writing Pikachu's final scene. Kinda hoping some of you did too :p I'm just an evil person I guess lol. Anyways, both groups have been left off in interesting situations haven't they? Ash and Misty captured by Giovanni, and Brock and May about to learn the history of the Dominion war with the Legendaries. Next Chapter I'm not 100% if Ash and Misty will make an appearance. I know what I want to happen next with them is a lot and it may require its own chapter. Guess we'll see!
I know things are kind of moving a little quick, at least it feels like it to me, but thats the pacing of everything in general. The world is falling, and no one knows exactly what to do. So yea, fast paced, chaotic shiznit haha.
Until next time! Let me know what ya think!