Hello again readers!

For this chapter, I'd advise going back and rereading chapter 44, Loathing Revenge.

It's important to remember the special kind of relationship that the Dolly's have with their daughter.

It almost makes me want to call this number.

National Suicide Hotline Number : 1-800-488-3000

No matter what kind of mother you have, you will miss them when they're gone.

~…So do you have a plan?…~

"A plan," Derick grumbled to himself, "my plan is to kill him when I get the chance."

~…But what about your problem. You freeze up when you know he sees you remember?…~

"I made that habit, and I'm sure I can overcome it."

"Talking is not allowed," the teacher shushed, "You have another forty minutes to go Mr. Bondell."

"Thirty seconds," Eddie knocked, still wearing that stupid costume, "Tyrone has a prior appointment with Jade Dolly."

"So do six other children in this room," the teacher said sarcastically, "if he really has business with the Dolly's, then they can call us directly."

"That should be easy since she's waiting for me outside."

"Actually," Eddie smiled, "she had to leave a few minutes ago. Her nanny came to pick her up because there was an emergency or something."

"In that case," the teacher pointed to an empty desk next to Tyrone. Eddie slumped over to the chair.

"So where's-," was all that the teacher allowed Derrick to say out loud.

"(I'm going to be sick!)," Paki squeaked, in my arms.

"Slow down Margaret," I screamed at Margaret.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jade," Margaret apologized again, "however, I'm already going far below the speed limit."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I don't want to put him inside his Pokéball."

"With all due respect, Jade, I think that he'd be much comfortable inside his cramped Pokéball than being nauseous in the car."

"(I agree.)," the unnaturally green rat groaned.

"…fine then," I gave up and returned Paki.

"I know that you don't like Pokéballs Miss Jade, but they are useful tools, just the same."

"I don't need you to lecture me about it," I snapped, putting the ball back on my belt, "you said that there's something wrong with Louis."

"I'm sorry for lying to you Miss Jade, but it wasn't Louis, it was the Mrs."

"…Take me back!"

"Miss Jade, I'm serious," Margaret stated, "she's not acting like herself."

"Oh what? Did she decide to use a different brand of shampoo?"

"Please, be serious about this Miss Jade. Something is wrong with the Mrs."

"I'm sure that you're just overreacting."

"I'll admit that I have overreacted in the past, but she's different now and I'm worried."

"Different how?"

"You'll just have to see for yourself."

"Stop! Stop! Stop," Louis screamed as we entered the household.

"Louis," Jade dashed down the hall only to find the most horrifying sight.

"Stop it that tickles," Louis cried out from under that woman. The Eggsecute were hopping all over the floor around them.

"I'm gonna eat you all up," Mrs. Dolly kept tickling Louis' exposed belly, pretending to eat him. She stopped when she noticed we were there.

"Welcome home sweetheart. How was school?"

I could only stand shocked, couldn't say a word. That woman was smiling… at me. She was happy to see me. She's never done that before.

"Is there something wrong Jade," she placed the back of her hand on my forehead, "you don't seem to have a fever. Margaret, would you please get some Apple Cider for everyone."

"Yes, Ma'am," Margaret bowed as she left through the doorway.

"Jade! Jade," Louis pulled on my uniform for me to bend so that he could whisper in my ear, "mommy remembers me."

"What, but that's…," my thoughts were scattered as an alarm went off.

"Oh my, I almost forgot," Mrs. Dolly clicked the button on her watch, "the cakes are almost done."

"Yippie cupcakes."

"You two stay here and I'll go get them," that woman smiled as she left us alone in the room.

"Did she hit her head or something?"

"No… well, she did trip and scrape her knees a few times, but she remembers me," Louis smiled and hugged me.

"So when you say that she remembers you then you mean…?"

"He means exactly what he says," Uncle Derrick spoke up. I turned to find that he had been sitting in the corner the entire time, watching everyone like a Fearow.

"You," I almost literally barked at him, "get out."

"Awe and after I got you both such a nice present too…," Uncle Smith's grin gave me a chill all the way down my spine.
It was a sinister smile this time, but it had so much sincerity behind it as well.

"You did this," I accused him.

"Surprise," Uncle Smith mockingly threw confetti into the air.

"Stop turning this into a joke!"

"Can't help it," he shrugged, "you're taking everything way too seriously, Jade."

"This is serious," I shouted, "you're playing with people's lives!"

"I'm not playing," Uncle Smith sat down again, "I'm just trying to make you both happy while I still can."

"What gives you the right to…," I stopped, "While you still can?"

"You wont be able to call me 'Uncle Smith' for much longer," my uncle sat back down in the corner, "soon you wont be able to see this face ever again."

I stopped for a moment. I couldn't understand what he was telling me. What was he saying to me? I knew that Uncle Smith couldn't just up and leave.

"And I know that you're going to miss me when I'm gone."

"Good riddance," Louis pulled me back into reality, sticking out his tongue.

"Shouldn't you at least wait until the adoption is official before you can kick me out."

"Adoption? Don't tell me that…"

"Your father is filing out the paperwork as we speak," Uncle Smith chuckled.

"How could you do something like this?"

"It wasn't my decision, I assure you. They decided to adopt Louis on their own accord," his smile reverted to some kind of sentimental stare, "all I did was alter a few memories and performed a few personality tweaks."

"It'd take a hell lot more than a few teaks to make that woman start acting like a-"

"Like a mother," Uncle coughed and pointed behind me. I turned in time to see her enter the room carrying an entire tray of treats.

"Sorry kids," she genuinely smiled, "I was a little too late taking them out of the oven."

"They look delicious, my dear," my uncle stood up to take one of the blackened sweets, "just like mother used to make huh, Sis?"

"I guess you're right, Brother," that woman smiled.

Didn't she realize the lies that floated around in her memories. How could she not see what Uncle Smith made her out to be?

"Mommy can I," Louis looked up innocently at that woman. Her focus returned to the two of us. She then bent down and offered the sweets to us. I was still angry with Uncle Smith, but I wasn't going to show it in front of her. I don't mind being rude to that woman, but this wasn't her. I don't know her anymore. I didn't know who THIS woman was. I took a random treat.

"I thought that you'd go for the apple cinnamon."

"I thought those were chocolate chip," I raised an eyebrow.

"Now Jade don't go making fun of your mother's cooking," Uncle Smith joked.

"It's okay, Brother," that woman stated.

The two of them then started their own conversation about the "old days" when they were growing up. Margaret came in and poured everyone something to drink. Margaret stopped to listen in on the conversation. She knew full well that the two of these people didn't have "old days". I suppose that I could have learned who this new woman was by listening to their conversation, but I was young and stupid. I couldn't keep listening to them going on about their false memories. Uncle Smith kept looking at me for some form of approving nod. As if I would approve of this. And what did he mean with that earlier statement. Was he planing on leaving town or something? Why was he suddenly being so nice after everything that I've seen him do?

"Is there something wrong Jade," that wom- no, this woman tapped me on the shoulder, "you seem distracted."

"It's nothing, just a little tired."

"And by that, she means she's bored," Uncle Smith chuckled to himself.

"Oh, look at us reminiscing like an old couple," she joked, "Oh, I know. How about we play a game?"

"Yippie a game," Louis popped up with his 4 remaining Eggsecute.

"Then let's play hide and seek," Mother suggested.

I blinked my eyes shut. For a moment there, I thought I saw my mother.
I didn't have enough time to open my eyes before Louis threw in his opinion.

"Yippie, I know all the bestest hiding places."

"Okay, I'll go first," she said covering her eyes, "Run and hide or I'll gobble you up."

I blinked again as she started counting. I thought of my mother again. Louis and the Eggsecute were the first out of the room. Uncle Smith pulled me to run with him. When we out of earshot, I broke away from him. I couldn't keep up with this charade, I didn't want to be in the dark anymore.

"Is there something wrong, Jade?"

"Why did you do this to her?"

"I didn't want you to be alone again," Uncle Smith paused only to slowly fix his suit, "I didn't want you to hate me any more than you already did."

"And you thought that this wouldn't make me hate you?"

"It's better than leaving you all alone again."

"What are you talking about?"

"I only have a week or so left," Uncle Smith sighed to himself, "before I face your little boyfriend in a match."

I don't know why, but I tripped over nothing. I took a moment to recover from my fall, before I yelled at him.

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Then you wont mind if I beat him in a week," Uncle Smith laughed, "guess I worried about nothing."

"You'd have to be going senile to think that something as little as that would bug me," I sneered at him, "but you and I both know that you aren't going senile."

Uncle Smith only grinned. It was obvious that I had caught his lies and threw them back in his face.
Slowly, his grin shifted back into a smile. He wasn't lying, he just wasn't telling me everything.

He slowly pat me on the head.

"What are you not telling me?"

"I hope that you'll come see my fight. I really want you to be there."

"Ready or not. Here I come," this woman called from down the hallway.

"Until then bye," Uncle Smith slipped past me and disappeared. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out how he did that.

"Oh, you better hope she finds you before I do," I growled.

This chapter was slightly inspired by the movie and book Coreline.

The 'Other Mother' liked games too.

But no, she's not going to turn into a monster with button eyes.

We're going to focus back to our favorite little Torchic in the next chapter.

Until next week, please review!