(I can has quicker updates, yay! I'm working up to the ZOMG SUSPENSE AND DRAMA! And I swear you'll all hate me for the next few chapters, and I bet NO ONE knows where this is going. Not even you, Abyss. Seriously, you've got goddamn precognitive senses with my fics, but not even YOU know what's going to happen! HA!
I may be going a bit fast with Morgan/Tristan, but I am just setting the stage for ANGSTY FORBIDDEN LOVE THAT GETS WHOLE CHAPTERS TO ITSELF and of course, well...yes. /Grins./
Anyways, I don't own.)
Jack had found Anna and Akira, and was explaining it best he could to them. "And, and, he just picked her up and took her, and now I'm really scared because she went to the headquarters and now she might die or something! We have to find Gold, Silver and Opal!" Anna nodded.
"I think I might be able to. Akira! Try to psychically sense them or something! Hurry!" The Courageous Warrior Pokemon nodded, and scanned the area. "Wotcher, just coming out of the Game Corner." They rushed off, and met up with the three.
"Anna! You're alive!"
"Gold! You're...well, drunk." The boy shook his head.
"Nuh-yuh..." Silver rolled his eyes.
"Yes, you are. Don't make me bitch-slap you sober, you frickin' drunkard." Gold straightened up, and cheered.
"Okay. For fear of bitch-slaps, I am alright, I swear. Now, what's wrong? Where's Liv?" Anna sighed.
"Jack said that a member of the New Order League was taking her to their headquarters. We have to go get her." Opal nodded slowly.
"I see. Amai, combine your powers with Akira's, and teleport us to Mt. Moon, please. We'll get Red." The Espeon nodded, and as she and Akira focused their powers, a white light surrounded them, and took them to Mt. Moon to find the Resistance Order.
Anna looked at everyone. "Let's go."
Morgan massaged his temples, and murmured, "An explanation. Of course; you are my comrades, you deserve one." He looked down at Livvy.
"Before I married Elizabeth, I had another wife, named Sheila. She was my wife after Bethany died. Olivia lived with her, and I left them both. I needed to become Champion, and I couldn't bring the two of them into it. I didn't want Olivia to grow up in my shadow, or get killed by some of my enemies. I had to protect her." Derek raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you've done a fantastic job." Morgan nodded.
"I...I realize it wasn't the smartest decision, but I just...I didn't want her to be hurt. I didn't want it to end like this..." He looked down at his sleeping daughter, and laid his head on hers, feeling her for just a moment.
"I've made my mistakes. I think that when she wakes up, she'll have to make her decision for herself. For now, I want you three to leave and finish the paperwork; Tristan, stay for a moment, please." He looked at the man for a moment, and Tristan suddenly felt incredibly awkward.
"Listen to me. If my assumptions are correct, Red and the others will be coming for her soon. And if that happens, I am likely to die. Tristan, there are some things I must tell you." He looked down at Olivia.
"I was in love with Bethany Moore. Before she died in the riots, I delivered her—our, child. Bethany was in Blackthorn at the time, and she left baby Olivia with her sister, Sheila. The woman had been thrilled to take Olivia, for she loved her sister, and would do anything she asked." He looked down at Olivia.
"And, of course, Bethany perished in the riots, killed by Bruce. God, she was just like Olivia, really. Stubborn and devoted to her cause." Tristan sighed.
"Well sir, let's hope it doesn't lead to the same outcome." Morgan nodded. "Indeed. Oh, Tristan...I loved her." He looked at Tristan.
"What have I become? This...this is not what I wanted. This isn't me. I swear, I swear. I didn't...want all these people dead. I just...I just..." His eyes lit with rage.
"It wasn't damned fair! I never got to love without losing, why do they get all of the love in this world! I had to kill them, don't you see! They needed to know suffering, to understand it as I have!" Morgan gripped Tristan by the shoulders, and leaned in close.
"It's not fair. They shouldn't...shouldn't love without losing. GODDAMNIT!" He threw Tristan back, and continued screaming.
"Everyone I know! DEAD! Gone! Or my worst enemies! Everyone I ever loved is DEAD!" Tristan shook his head.
"Olivia," He gasped, wind still knocked out of him, "Roger. Eliz..." Morgan hissed.
"Don't say her damn name. Out of the two women I've married, out of duty or need, never love, she's the worse. At least Sheila looked like my beautiful Bethany..." He sat on the edge of Olivia's bed, and sighed.
"And...ah, yes. Livvy and Roger. My beautiful, wonderful children, who didn't deserve this. I'm a damned horrible father, Tristan. Look at what I've done to my children. Roger's gone, and probably hates me. And Livvy... I've ruined them forever. It's...not fair." Morgan sighed.
"The last two people I loved, and I've become the one to ruin them. Isn't that fucking ironic." Tristan sat next to Morgan, and tilted his head towards himself.
"Look at me." Tristan ordered quietly. Morgan did. Tristan sighed, and hugged the Champion tightly, stroking his hair. His hair was just a shade lighter than Olivia's, Tristan mused. Bethany must've had dark hair.
Morgan pulled away, and looked at Tristan. "Sir?" Tristan asked, voice slightly strangled.
"Are you straight?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "This is an odd question to ask. Is there something you're not telling me, Tristan?" Tristan's face burned red.
"Uh. No, sir, it's just..." He looked down, suddenly finding great interest in his feet. He'd worn boots that day, he noted.
"Sir...if, well, hypothetically of course, I loved you...I, um, hypothetically, would never leave you. Ever. And I wouldn't mind if it hypothetically fucked me up. Because, hypothetically, I wouldn't mind being fucked up if it meant hypothetically being fucked up with you. ...Or something."
He looked down at his feet still, boring holes in his leather boots.
"And you're hypothetically beautiful." He muttered, finishing.
Morgan stared incredulously at him.
"...I see. Well, then," He leaned in, and kissed Tristan fully on the lips.
"We'll have to hypothetically keep this a secret."
Morgan walked out to go check the surveillance systems. As an afterthought, he stopped to hear Tristan's reaction outside the door.
He heard a gasp, and then a thud. He smirked, and peeked back in. Tristan had fainted on the floor.
"Well," Morgan murmured, "I haven't done that in awhile."
Red paced the floor of the headquarters. "You're telling me they took Livid." He said quietly. Anna nodded.
"Yeah. Who's here right now?" Red sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sapphire, Ruby, Berlitz, Crystal, and Yellow. There's been a lot of reports we've had to investigate, so everyone's out right now...But they'll be happy to storm this place." A glint appeared in Red's eyes.
"We've been waiting for an excuse to do this for years."
Akira took Anna's hand, and closed his eyes. "Anna." He turned to her, and took her in his arms.
"One last time. Tonight. If we die... Let me just feel you, be one with you...one last night, please." Anna got his meaning, and nodded slowly. The two got up, and as Red began to make plans, slipped out into one of the barracks.
It was their last time. Instinctively, they both knew it. Nothing was ever certain, they say, but people sometimes just know.
Clothes, on Anna's part, gone. Lips meeting, stomachs meshed together, and they met like a pair of Siamese twins, coming together and pulling apart in a gentle rhythm, holding each other while the world fell apart at the seams, they grasped the strings of love, and tried in vain to sew it back up again.
"Akira," She cried softly, reaching her peak. Akira held her tightly, and the two lay there, still entangled.
It could've gone on forever. They wanted it to. But, alas, everything ends.
Anna looked at him, and grinned. "Well, let's make this last one a bang, love." Akira grinned.
"Wotcher."
/Olivia's POV/
My eyes fluttered open. My legs hurt, and my head felt very odd. Like...
"Fried fucking eggs!" I blurted out, shooting up in bed. The man next to me jumped. "This is your fucking brain on drugs!" I roared.
The man began to laugh, shaking his head. I stared at him. "Hi." He straightened, and caught my gaze. "Hello, Olivia." I smiled.
"Thank you, Tristan." He smiled back at me. I looked at the door. "Where's daddy?" He stopped short, and his face burned red for an instant. I looked at him, puzzled. "Isn't he here?" Tristan nodded.
"I...I suppose. Yes, he'll want to see you. Hang on, I need my Pokemon." I brightened.
"Can I see them!?" He nodded. "Yes...sure. Houndoom, Weavile, Ivysaur, Umbreon, and Gliscor! Come on out!" Ivysaur, who was already out, waved. Houndoom growled softly at me, wagging his tail. The Pokemon all seemed well cared for, and I had to feel respect for this man. He didn't seem too bad...
Tristan took my hand, and led me down the hallway. It was then I remembered. "Jack!" Tristan frowned. "Olivia...well, I don't know where he is right now. You see, when I found you, my only concern was getting you out of there." I stopped.
"Jack." I said hoarsely. "Where's Jack?" Tristan sighed.
"We're all looking for all of your Pokemon; don't fear, Morgan will find them!" I nodded.
"Tristan...are you sure?" He stopped for a second. He nodded.
"I believe in your father." And I knew then he wasn't just talking about finding Jack and the others. I looked at the spark in his eyes, and saw there exactly what I'd seen sometimes in Jack's eyes when he looked at me.
Love.
Daddy was waiting in his office as I went in. He smiled at me, and pulled me close. "Livvy. I'm so proud of you for getting out of this okay. You're a very brave girl." I nodded, and hugged him.
He turned to the computers, and keyed in something, looking up at me. "Livvy, have you seen Roger? He ran away when the S.S. Anne stopped in Fuchsia, and I don't know where he is..." I stopped for a second.
Roger.
Roxie.
But...
My mind was a blank. I didn't know if my hunch was correct, but...could Roxie have been Roger? So wouldn't that mean...
I shook my head. "I haven't seen him since Vermilion, daddy. I bet he's probably in Celadon, trying to get his fourth badge. Or maybe back in Fuchsia." Morgan nodded, and frowned.
"I'm just worried. He might be hurt..." I sighed. Roger was my brother, and I was worried, as I had expected.
But I had to find him just as much as daddy, maybe even more, because I needed to know what the hell had happened in Celadon that night.
"Tristan? Daddy?" I said quietly.
"I have to get back to Celadon soon...I need to make it through the League." Morgan turned around, and shook his head.
"Princess. Please, hear me out. Will you...stay here for awhile? Not much longer than a week, but I want you here with me. The League is still months away. I might not get another chance to see you until then."
I knew he was who Red was fighting against. I knew he was responsible for so many deaths, so many broken families and forgotten children, and I knew that I should hate him for that.
And part of me did. I really was so angry that I couldn't just live in peace, that I had to fight against my father and everything he stood for, just for a shot at happiness.
But the other part of me loved him so much it frightened me, the part that had made up fantasies about a father I hadn't had, the part that had clung to the few happy memories I had left of a man who'd loved me...That part loved her daddy, even if her daddy was a totalitarian lunatic who'd ordered the deaths of innumerable people and ruled Kanto with an iron fist.
Well, can't choose who you're related to.
I nodded. "Okay. But only a week. I have to make it to the League this year!" I tried to sound like an excited child, but I don't think Tristan believed me. Daddy did, and smiled at me. Instantly, I felt guilty for faking it.
"Wonderful, princess. Tristan, why don't you take her down to the training rooms, show her how you four fight?" I looked at Tristan, who nodded, and pointed to the door.
As we walked, I could've sworn I felt the presence of Jack's thoughts, but dismissed it quickly, following Tristan down the corridor.