(Okay, now that my internet is back and /mostly/ stable /knock on wood, I can update faster; I'm working on this less, because I have a few other fics in mind, and this chapter was incredibly hard to write a beginning to, which is why I just fucked it and wrote in third person.

Okay, this now has an M rating, so I...wow, I feel SPECIAL! WOOHOO! And you know what this means... SMUUUUUUUUUT!! /fangirl squeal/

Uh, I don't own...)

I wake up, and come down off my cloud like a good little angel. It feels nice in my body. Who's in my body? Roxie. Hi, Roxie. Where's Roger...I thought he was there and now he's not, but I like you better.

"Go faster," I mutter, liking the feeling. It was so nice and warm. I could see the stars outside, twinkling at me. I closed my eyes, and became a star for a moment, blinking in the night sky, blinking coldly down at the people scurrying below me, and

/fuck/

This felt wonderful,

/fuck/

I think that's my brother, and I don't care,

/fuck/

Me.

I'm screaming something unintelligible, and there's this weird white stuff all over me now, and it feels kind of weird and wet, so I close my eyes and lean my head back.

Roxie is biting my neck, which feels... nice, so I hiss. My whole body is thrumming like a plucked guitar string, and I like the feeling.

Vaguely, I wonder if this is what it'd feel like if Jack and I tried this stuff. Somehow... I think it'd be better...

I shook my head, and tried to shake off the effects of whatever we'd had as the party raged outside. I blinked, and saw stars as I sat up. "Roxie?" I whisper softly.

"Can we do it again?"

/Roger's POV/

Oh my god, I hate myself so much for loving this. My sister is staring at me, legs lazily spread out, and hair fanned out behind her, and she wants me to fuck her.

And I want it just as much as she does. I hate this, hate it! But my body doesn't get the message, and is still aroused, answering her question.

And you know what the worst part is?

She's too damn high to know that I'm actually a dude. Erection notwithstanding.

...You know, just... Really, Liv!?

I drop to my knees again, and lean on top of her, beginning to thrust in, slowly at first, but when she hisses at me, "Faster!" I speed up, thrusting in relentlessly. Liv is moaning under me, and it's not helping and holy-shit-I'm-about-to-orgasm-jesus-christ-I-love-you-liv.

...Fuck.

/Olivia's POV/

Roxie is standing up again, and whispering in my ear. "I have to go, sweetie." She purrs. "I'll see you soon." I nod.

"...Kay...I love...you..." I mutter, wanting just to go back to sleep and have everyone leave me alone.

I see some pretty white powder on the floor, and I roll over and lap at it lazily.

As Roxie leaves, the room turns red. Every time I move my head, the colors change, and I feel so nice up on my little colored cloud. I just want to lay here and look at the pretty colors.

I close my eyes, and I can still see the colors.

Jack...Where the hell is Jack...

Tristan Rainier was at the same club that night, incidentally. To escape the solitude of the headquarters, he'd asked Morgan's Alakazam to Teleport him here.

And as of right now, he was currently breaking about fifty-five New Order League rules.

"F-fuck!" He gasped, hips bucking upward, and as he rode out his orgasm, he felt the man plant a kiss on his lips, and slip a bit of wine in his slack mouth before leaving.

His whole body was thrumming and Christ almighty, it felt wonderful. Who knew men were that amazing...

Goddamnit, he was beginning to think he was gay. Having oral sex with men was a pretty sure sign of that, huh?

He curled up in a ball, and began laughing quietly. He couldn't stop himself from shaking; thankfully, he was sober enough to tell that no one cared, that everyone was just dancing along to the music.

Once he'd stopped laughing, he uncurled himself and began to stagger upstairs.

There was a little girl with brown hair up there; he recognized her face, even as sweat covered her body, and her pupils dilated.

"Olivia? Olivia Kent?" The girl raised her head up weakly, and nodded, flopping back down again.

"The colors are so pretty. Roxie gave me powder, and I tasted it, and now I can see all the colors—am I high right now?" She had a moment of sheer lucidity, and Tristan nodded.

She slumped back down. "Okay...who're you?" He knelt down.

"Tristan, Miss Kent. You okay? Morgan's been looking for you..." He stopped for a second. Olivia looked hurt, and it looked like she'd been raped. Poor girl... Tristan pushed her hair back.

"Daddy? Daddy's looking for me?" She whispered. Tristan stopped.

Daddy.

Oh dear god, why hadn't he seen it before?

Shit, that meant Morgan was going to get his own daughter killed!

"Yes, he is. Do you want me to take you to him?" Olivia nodded.

"You work for my daddy?" She asked. Tristan nodded. "Yeah, I do. Come on with me, now..." And with that, he picked her up and started off, Olivia slumped in her arms.

He didn't notice the Eevee as he walked past, but the Eevee saw him.

/Jack's POV/

THEY'RE TAKING LIVVY! Oh my gosh, I have to get Anna, an' Akira and Opal and Gold and Silver, and, and, and...

"Santi! Grimwald! Lev! HE'S TAKIN' LIVVY!" I roared. Everyone ran for me immediately, and as I relayed the message, Santi went to the window.

"The headquarters to the New Order League...we have to get there! If we find Akira and Anna, Akira can teleport us all there! Come on, let's move!" He yells. We all nod, and speed off, out of the club, and ready to find Livvy.

Tristan called Morgan, and said, "Sir?" Morgan growled on the other end, "Tristan, this better be good. Do you KNOW what time it is?" Tristan sighed.

"Sir, I have your daughter. She's just been drugged and raped. I advise you get over here." There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.

And then an awful, strangled cry exploded out of the other side of the phone. Before Morgan hung up, Tristan heard him shriek for his Pidgeot.

He settled down with her in his arms, and looked down at her sleeping form. For a second, he loved the childish beauty and innocence still on her face, something that hadn't been ruined yet.

He pitied her, felt a great staggering sorrow for her. She didn't deserve to be the one fighting all this.

"She's just a damn kid." He spat, so angry, so furious, filled with righteous fury at the indignity and pointlessness of this entire fucking world. "She's a goddamn kid, and she's the best and brightest damn soldier in this goddamn war, and for fuck's sake, she's going to get fucking killed!" He set her down for a second, and shook his head.

"This is such a stupid fucking cause to die for. So utterly fucking stupid. This entire goddamn world is rotten. Look where all that fight got her. Shit, Morgan, you stupid ass; Giovanni was right. You abandoned your daughter, and look at her now."

He sighed, and waited with her on the curb, stroking her hair gently and waiting for Morgan to arrive. He looked down at Olivia, and murmured,

"...Kid...If you make it out of your daddy and Red's games alive, I swear to you I'll serve you. If you get to the Champion, I'll gladly be your advisor. Make it out of this game alive. Please." He looked down at his hands.

"There's enough blood on my hands as it is..." And for a second, he saw the blood,

/pink fucking BLOOD/

And the screams,

/earplugs/

/stop/

Tristan sighed. For a second, he saw a black blur in the night, and the next second, Morgan was jumping down from his Pidgeot, fury blazing in his eyes.

"I'll fucking kill whoever did this to her." He spat. "I swear." Tristan looked at him.

"So. She's your daughter." Morgan's eyes widened.

"H-how did you know?" Tristan pointed to Olivia.

"She called you daddy."

For a second, Morgan's eyes softened. He picked up his daughter's limp body, and climbed on Pidgeot, nodding to Tristan. Tristan followed suit, and as Pidgeot flew off for the New Order League Headquarters, he could hear Morgan bitterly weeping as he held for dear life on to Olivia.

They burst into the door of the headquarters, and Jeremy's head shot up. "Sir! Sir, what is this—" Morgan shoved Olivia's body in his face.

"This is my fucking daughter, who's just been fucking raped and drugged. You've got a goddamn doctorate, now fucking doctor her!" Jeremy seemed taken aback by this outburst.

"Sir, sir, I have a degree in postmortem sciences, not medical studies, I—"

"DO IT, DAMN YOU!" Morgan roared. And for the look on Jeremy's face, Tristan would've giggled insanely, except Morgan might really have shot him. Jeremy managed to choke out,

"Collins...Collins knows what to do with stuff like this...I'll go get him." Jeremy hauled major ass, running right for Collin's section of the building.

Ivysaur trotted up to Tristan, and stared at him. "Saur?" He asked. Tristan sighed.

"Hey, Ivysaur. Go get the others." Olivia's eyes fluttered open, and Ivysaur stepped back for a moment.

"Daddy?" She called out pitifully. Morgan looked down at her, and Tristan saw a ferocious, feral love blazing in his eyes. He brushed hair back from her sweaty head.

"Daddy's here, princess. We're gonna make you better, okay?" She sighed.

"Jack...Daddy, where's Jack?" Morgan looked confused. Olivia shuddered. "My Eevee...please, where is he?" Tristan jumped in with a quick lie.

"Sweetie, he's waiting for you in daddy's room. Just let us fix you up, and you can see him." She nodded, and fell asleep.

Tristan looked at Morgan, and mouthed, "I'll take her." Morgan clutched her, and shook his head.

Collins came up to them, Derek and Jeremy at his heels. "Sir! Let me see her!" Morgan shook his head.

"I want to hold her." Collins frowned.

"Sir. If she took too much of the drug, she will die. Give her to me, now, Morgan!" He roared. Everyone else was shocked at Collins' outburst, but Morgan merely handed Olivia over, dumbfounded.

"Come on, I'll take her to the infirmary."

Ivysaur had apparently gotten all of everyone's Pokemon, because a giant cluster of them were flocking in the infirmary. Collins flicked his tongue out, running it along his lips.

"I need the bottle that says Chikorita Essence. It'll slow her brain functions down, relax and detoxify her body, and get rid of the hallucinations. From the sweet scent she has, I can tell this is ground Stantler horn, so a Pokemon-based cure would be most effective. Grab the bottle for me, Tristan; it's right next to you." Tristan snatched the bottle up, and Ivysaur uncorked it, seeing Tristan's trembling hands.

Morgan was openly weeping now, bawling silently, shoulders shaking.

In a wave of emotion that crashed over him, Tristan suddenly wanted to take Morgan and kiss his damn tears away, make him stop crying, and make him sigh against Tristan's lips, and—

Tristan was shaken out of his thoughts by Olivia, who had awoken again. "Daddy...daddy, please don't cry..." Collins, Derek, and Jeremy all stared incredulously, but Morgan just smiled.

"I'm fine, princess. Collins is going to give you some medicine, and you're going to feel better." She nodded, and turned her head.

"Gengar!" She cried. The ghost Pokemon, who had tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as well, waved. She smiled, and fell back asleep, as Collins slipped the Chikorita Essence in her mouth, and sat her up.

As she dozed, they turned to him. "Sir," Derek said quietly, "I think you owe us an explanation."