Disclaimer: I don't own Nurse Joy, Leafeon, or anything else related to Pokemon seen or mentioned in this fic.

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Percy awoke as his head hit the neatly swept hardwood floors. For a moment he reeled, confused as to what was going on. Despite the orange blanket claiming him as its home, the first and main thing he noticed was that it was incredibly cold. So cold in fact that when he removed the blanket from his head and glanced at the small thermometer on the wall it read a chilling twenty-seven below zero degrees Fahrenheit.

He was dazed for a moment and then it dawned on him that he must've fallen asleep against the window. Sure enough, from his uncomfortable position on the floor, there was a foggy smear on the window where gravity had decided to remove him from. Oh Arceus, he looked insane lying like that. He quickly got up and wrapped the already freezing sheet around him.

Why was it so cold? Several people and Pokemon were bundled up in large groups, sharing body heat. There was a small unhelpful fire burning in the fireplace with many creatures crammed around it, savoring the wanted heat. Even the many nurses were dressed more warmly. Yet, for some odd reason, there weren't any Fire-Type Pokemon around. He decided to voice his concern to a nearby Nurse Joy.

"The power kind of…well, it kind of went off last night," She stammered nervously. Whether this was the same Joy from last night or not, she was certainly being run rampant with repetitive chores. "So that… Well, that includes the heating unit."

"…It's negative twenty-seven degrees," He pointed out, clutching his blanket like it was his lifeline. Was he glad he wore his thick coat...

She glanced at the thermometer behind him and seemed to pale. "Uh…yeah. Just be glad you're not outside."

"Outside? Certainly that wouldn't make a diff…" Percy stopped speaking when he followed her gaze to another window. "Oh jeez... That…that doesn't look good!"

Indeed, it didn't look too well outside. As a matter of fact, you couldn't see outside at all. The thick snow had piled up to the window, past the window actually, and one couldn't see out at all. Percy was so busy watching with his mouth agape that he didn't catch all of what Nurse Joy was saying.

"…working on it, but the snow is six feet thick so it's weighing down the power lines. Nothing is working; we can't even keep a fire lit."

"What?"

Nurse Joy took a deep breath. "I said…"

"No, no. I mean… as in… what?!" He repeated, this time in a panicking voice. A few people looked up as Nurse Joy blushed.

"We're sorry, sir." She apologized, rubbing her head nervously. "We understand your impatience but…" Her voice trailed off. "Is there anything we get for you? We're fresh out of blankets… I'm sorry about that."

Percy thought for a while. Finally he inquired, "Why don't you have a Flareon or something to give us some heat?"

"That's the problem, we don't have any," Nurse Joy explained tentatively. When Percy opened his mouth to ask another question, she interrupted him. "We do, but they're in the ICU, so we can't get them to do anything."

Wait. Flareon? The word he spoke so absentmindedly reminded him of another association of an Eevee evolution: Leafeon. He owned a Leafeon…didn't he?

"What about Blossom?"

She paused, searching his face. "…Uh… Blossom?" So this wasn't the Nurse Joy from before. Well, that was okay. "Err…"

"Blossom is a Leafeon."

She paused, thinking. Then something must've snapped inside her head. She snapped her fingers with an exclamation. "Ah! That Professor Whatzit told me about you. Aren't you the kid with a little lost Leafeon?"

There was a heavy silence. Be it a rhetorical question or a surge of loneliness, it wasn't answered.

"Well, anyway… She'll be fine."

She would? There was six feet of snow outside! A Grass-Type in their right mind couldn't even live for a day out there! He was silent. They always said they'd be fine in those cheesy movies. Well this wasn't a cheesy movie. This was a life-or-death situation.

"May I go and look for her?"

She was mortified, clapping her hand on her face. "Good heavens, no! Are you crazy?"

"I want my friend back."

The words placed so strongly together in a sentence as such, she didn't respond for a long time. Finally Nurse Joy changed the subject. "The electric company is trying to get some power on. All these Electric-Types don't have enough energy to actually do anything…"

He was thinking again and another thought struck him, more ideal than the last. He waited politely for her to finish speaking and then curiously asked, "Do cell phones work here?" They were wireless. Certainly they wouldn't be canceled out, too?

This time, she contemplated the question. "…It depends. If you have a good provider, then you might be able to get a signal. You can try, I suppose." There was a sneeze on the far side of the room from the same ill Arcanine and she instantly gasped, "Duty calls! I have to go!"

She was off in an instant. Percy took the moment to glance outside again. He touched the glass cautiously, expecting it to burst at any moment and send the soft white substance burying the room. It didn't, but his fingers left a smear from his body heat being higher than the temperature outside and inside.

The cell phone! He almost forgot. He eyed his tan bag as he rummaged through it, tossing out things that were important a long time ago: a Poffin, a Shell Bell, several Potions and an Ether. Now they were unneeded, useless. Percy just wanted his Leafeon back.

He found his phone and flipped it open. It was just as cold and as such, took quite some time to turn on. He dialed his home number and pressed the green call button. After a long hesitation, the phone responded with bold letters.

No access point in range. Please change your location.

He tried again, this time more urgently.

No access point in range. Please change your location.

…This wasn't right. Percy flipped the phone closed and glared outside. The weekend wasn't supposed to be spent trapped inside of a powerless Pokemon Center without his faithful Blossom by his side. He was supposed to be cuddled up with his grandmother, warm and toasty with a cup of hot chocolate by his side…and his loyal Leafeon asleep, curled up at his feet.

While he was all warm and toasty...well, okay, he wasn't really that warm and toasty. He was freezing with a chill that shot up his spine and threatened to give him hypothermia. And yet, outside lay six feet of snow going with a harsh blizzard, complete with the degrees dropping. And his Leafeon was out there somewhere.

No, that wasn't it…

Blossom was out there somewhere.

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Continued in Part Three

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...Okay, I hate how this part ends. I just do... I don't really know why. I blame my obsession with detail. The next chapter is where the action actually starts, m'kay? I thank you for reading this far!