I was playing Black 2 when the Unova feel just gets me. Then I started to write something short just for the hell of it, and now look what happened.

Not much comedy here though. I wish I can slip some random craps like Power Golurk or The Simipour-sons. I should stop making really bad puns.

This event takes place before chapter one.

Ninja edit : I forgot Reuniclus can't use Hypnosis. I mixed it all up with Munna.

Disclaimer : Noo I don't own Pokémon, thank you very much.

Midnight Visit

A day before...

"Oh, not again!"

"Great, will they ever quit?"

"Someone needs to teach those punks a lesson."

He noticed the crowd and murmurs coming from the TV and LED screen. Intrigued, he picked up his drink, left his seat and walked towards the masses.

"Excuse me," he tapped an older man's shoulder, gaining his attention. "What happened?"

"You don't know? Team Plasma does it again."

"...huh?"

"It's the main news right now. They attempted to sneak to Driftveil City again. This time they failed though." The man answered, gesturing to the LED screen. True to his words, it is showing something about Team Plasma.

"Oh." He blinked, expression almost scowling. "Well, they have been awfully active these days. What makes it so different?"

"Well..."

"Let me tell you!" A girl suddenly chimed. "The gym leader really don't want Team Plasma in his town again, and he decided to raise the Driftveil Drawbridge, and..."

"Let me guess, someone was still on the bridge when he did?" The boy crossed his arms.

"Yeah. We still don't know the details though." The girl affirmed.

The crowd's murmuring suddenly got louder. "Hey, it's a girl. A young female trainer. Apparently she was fighting those criminals when the bridge was raised."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it said that she's a trainer from Nuvema..."

That quickly got the boy's attention. He pushed his way through the crowd, murmuring apologize along the way. The TV screen showed him a face that is awfully familiar to him.

...she is now taken to the Driftveil hospital by the city's gym leader. Meanwhile...

"Oh, great."

"Okaay... can I go outside now?"

"I'm afraid not, because - "

"Just a tiny bit?" The girl's tone was almost pleading, a rarity for whoever knows her personally.

The man gazed at her sternly before he shook his head. "No, miss Hilda. You are not allowed to go outside, at least for two-three days..." he paused, crossing his arms. "I mean, at least a week."

"Wait, what! I heard from the nurse that it won't take a week!" Hilda can't stop herself from yelling. "It wasn't really a fracture, I'm feeling just fine, and - "

"You should be fine in a few days, yes. But we just received a phone call from your mother. She requests that you stay at the hospital longer."

"...what..."

Rather pissed, Hilda is. She declared that today is her unlucky day. First, she broke her oversleeping record, causing her to lose the morning breeze (read : she woke up in the afternoon). Second, the vending machine that sells MooMoo milk is either in repair, or the milk are sold out. Third, she lost her cap back at the Gear Station, and she spent full three hours looking for it (that cap's a limited edition, no way I'm letting it go! Hilda had said to herself). Then she encountered Team Plasma on her stroll to Driftveil, and she had to fight a dozen of them. Of course, to add the insult to her crappy day, Clay just had to raise the drawbridge before all the people in it evacuate. Like herself and some other Plasma Grunts.

"Can't help it. You young 'uns didn't hear the warning. Kind of your fault." Was the gym leader's response, though he did pay all of her hospital fee.

Now here she is, sitting on a bed, left arms laid stiff on a board beside her bed with bandages all over it. She's not allowed to go outside, she's advised to stay in her room and take a rest. Which translates to boredom for her.

She squints to check the clock that was placed just across her bed. "It's almost 10PM. I guess I should get some sleep." With that, she slowly reached for the lamp switch, moving her right arm carefully so the left arm won't hurt -

"YEE-OW!" Hilda yelped a pitch too loud. "Arceus, help me and guide me through this."

After several flimsy attempt to reach the switch and a few yelp accompanying the failure, a nurse eventually came after hearing her loud voice. The woman gave the Pokémon Trainer a good scolding before kindly flipping off the switch.

"Alright, time to try and sleep."

Hint : try.

Hilda found herself staring at the dark ceiling, blinking every now and then. She had been lying on her back for who knows how long, and sleep seems so far away from her mind. Her left arm is making her uncomfortable, and the fact that a small movement makes it hurt so much probably did a good job steering her away from a beauty slumber.

Eventually she gave up, and positioned herself slowly to lean against the pillow, with occasional frown escaping her lips (ouch!) from the wounded arm. There's no way she could flip the switch again, so she was thankful for a bed lamp nearby. She pulled the string, and the lamp glowed a faint yellow, illuminating the dark around her.

She reached for her Xtransceiver and found a few new messages waiting for her.

"Oh wow, I'm a celebrity now. Awesome. " She murmured sarcastically and proceeds to check the e-mails.

I thought I told you not to get involved with those guys again. They're a trouble and a waste of oxygen.

"Thanks, Cheren. Way to cheer up a friend." Hilda mumbled to herself.

Hilda! I just heard the news! Are you OK? Can you stand? I'm so worried! I'll go visit you tomorrow morning!

She laughed dryly for a short while. "Well, I'm hurt in my left arm, of course I can stand... Thanks, Bianca. Who's next..."

*tap*

She tensed slightly from the foreign sound, warily looking at the curtain. She waited for a few seconds - a long time - with a heavy breathe.

Nothing, and she relaxed herself. "Is it just my imagination?"

*squish*

Her neck snapped back to the source of the sound (still the window), her surprise and wariness clouded her thought to complain about her wounded arm. A few more vague sounds was heard, and slowly she could make it out as a footstep. Footsteps that are coming closer.

"Great... Don't tell me it's a thief?" Hilda murmured to herself. "Or one of those Plasma grunts wanting some revenge. Whichever it is, I'll beat their face off - oow!" She bit her lip, for a moment forgetting that no, she's in no condition to beat people down. But the footstep didn't seem to cease, only getting louder, and her anxiety raises by every second.

Then, she could make out a shadow behind the curtain.

Great, what do I do, what do I do... She quickly examined the whole room. She can't call someone (more like she don't want to, since the last nurse is... noisy), she can't defend herself if anything bad happens. Then, a thought came over her head.

She grabbed a plastic mineral water, conveniently placed at the end table. The grip tightened when a kafuffle coming from the window that is now attempted to be opened - or so she thought. She took a sharp breath since the noise did not cease, only getting a bit louder. Aany moment now...

After one good, suspenseful minute, came the sound of the window being slid open and the curtain pulled open, and Hilda flings the bottle with all her might.

*SMACK*

"Ouch!"

Bullseye...? But that voice sounds so...

The person bent down to pick up the ammunition before straightening himself. "A water bottle? Seriously?" He rubbed his forehead - where he was hit, she presumed - with his hand, brown eyes looking at the bottle oddly. He looked up, scowling slightly. "What was that for?"

Hilda quickly recognized the blue-clad 'intruder'. "You!" She pointed at him, but quickly covers her mouth when she realized her voice is a bit louder than she wanted it to be, and turned her attention to the door.

"What was that voice?" Came a voice from the corridor.

"Never mind." A woman's voice grumbled. It's the nurse from before, Hilda thought. "Probably just the kid with a fractured arm. She's making an awful lot of noise."

"Okay..."

A pair of footsteps was heard, the sound fading away with each step. Hilda kept herself frozen until it was completely gone. Slowly, she turned to the window with an awkward smile and waved slowly. "Umm, sorry about that. Hi there."

Hilbert crossed his arms. "That hurts, you know."

"Sorry!" Hilda said a beat too quickly. "I was just surprised!"

"Well then. Can I go inside?"

Hilda nodded profusely while the boy removed his shoes and climbed the window, shutting it close after he's done. Hilda, still giddy and flushing red after her mistake, looked at everywhere that is not her friend's face (and she can tell he's glaring) until her mind could make up a word to say.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. How am I supposed to know it was you out there? It might be a thief, so I just..."

"Well," he interrupted, leaning against the window. "I don't blame you for being cautious, but chucking a filled water bottle at someone's head?" He scanned the room. "Thankfully there is no sharp items nearby."

"Hey! I won't go that far!"

"Am I holding you to sleep?"

"Nah. I can't sleep," Hilda said as her visitor pulled a vacant chair closer to the bed. "I guess you heard the news."

"One have to be hiding in a very large rock not to hear it," he remarked as he sat down. "It was all over the news, for at least two hours."

Hilda raised her eyebrows. "Really. But I thought they've been rather active lately. What makes this particular one so special?"

"At first it's because a civilian - in this case, you - was involved and got hurt. Then Clay threw a tantrum about the incident. You know how medias love that."

"Great, just great." Hilda let out an aggravated sigh, kicking the blanket over. "But you got here awfully quick. Where were you when you heard?"

"Just past Nimbasa, actually. I was resting by Route 5's gate by then." He contemplated for a bit before adding : "Though its probably awhile since the incident take place, since the police were already all over the drawbridge when I checked. I went back to Nimbasa for a bit before I flew here."

"I see... But do you really have to visit so soon?"

"You don't want me to?" He asked rather innocently.

"No! I'm glad that you're here and... uh..." The topic become awkward before she knew it, and she struggled for a mundane sentence. "I'm having a hard time to sleep, and I could use having someone to talk to, and you know, this and that."

He shrugged in response. "The news made it sound that you were wounded heavily, so I couldn't help but worry, and oh. Almost forgot," he opened his bag and searched inside. "Where is it..."

"Uh? Forgot what?"

"Ah. There it is." Taken out from his bag was a pair of white flowers, and he quickly placed it in the flower pot by the end table. "Its Oran and Sitrus flower. People bring those to wish for someone's recovery."

Hilda was rather taken aback, since the brunet boy didn't strike her as a person who really bothered with flowers. She wasn't sure what to say, so she tried to focus on the flower instead of anything else, lest her mind thought up something crazy.

He likes you, he likes you~ Bianca's sing-song voice played on the back of her mind, but she dismissed it.

"Well, thanks. Oran and Sitrus do recover a Pokémon's health but..." She congratulated herself for thinking up a topic, which is : "Didn't you put this in a bag? How does it remain intact?"

Hilbert was unscrewing his water bottle to fill the vase when he gave a response : "Then let me ask you this : you put a lot of stuff and berries and potions and craps inside your bag, how do they stay intact?"

His words struck her and she did a double take at her bag. "I can't answer that one," she eventually replied.

"Neither can I."

Both held their laughter as hard as they could, though Hilda eventually winced at her arm, effectively ruining the moment. Hilbert looked at her left arm and gently landed a hand on her shoulder. "Does it hurt?"

Hilda nodded slowly. "A bit. It's not so bad, don't worry about me. I'm fine, really." She tried to smile, but even she can tell that her so-called smile is not convincing.

He shook his head and retracted his arm. "You know, maybe you should rest. I'll come back tomorrow if you want to, I'm not too busy anyway." He said uneasily while rubbing his head.

"Don't." Even Hilda herself was surprised when she let out that word, and she quickly covers her mouth. Hilbert looked at her weird, not sure if his ears needed some check-up.

In the end, she blurted out her wish. "I mean, if you're tired, of course you can go. But I really don't feel like sleeping any time soon, and as I said, I want someone to talk to..." She felt very, very awkward, but there's no point stopping now. "Please?" she added.

He just looked at her without blinking, and she started to think that her plea was out of the blue; or just plain crazy. Though eventually he smiled a little and he relaxed his position. "If you don't mind me, of course."

She perked up like a Munchlax given some foods, though she did wonder if she's feeling a bit too happy about it. "Thanks!"

"All the vending machines are either broken, or their MooMoo milk's supplies ran out! I searched all over Nimbasa for one! Even to the Gear Station!"

Hilbert held his laughter. "And you still didn't find one?"

Hilda sighed in defeat. "None, not even a single bottle. And to top it off, I forgot about my cap when I left the Gear Station!"

The brunet looked at said cap, placed just beside her traveling bag. "Isn't it one of the limited editions? That aside, how did you find it?"

"I put a request on the Lost and Found counter. Then I looked all over the Gear Station. Long story short, the person who took it was actually on their way to Anville Town to do some trading, and I waited until they came back. Took me around three hours." She paused to catch her breath. "That's not the worst part though. When I was on my way to Driftveil..."

"You encountered Team Plasma. What a beautiful day." He clapped slowly, to which he snorted in response.

"Yeah, beautiful alright. You know the rest." She felt thirsty after throwing her tantrum, so she reached for a water bottle - the same one she used to whack Hilbert, I mean, defend herself - and fumbled with the plastic seal in a pathetic attempt to open it. Having one hand is much harder than she first thought. Maybe I'll move my left arm a bit... ouch! She winced slightly. What was I thinking, of course it wouldn't work.

And before she could embarrass herself further, Hilbert took the bottle and did the job for her. "Here you go," he placed the water bottle to her hand.

"Uh, this. Aah... I mean, thanks?"

"You know, if I had a coin of Pokédollar for every time you act weird, even my bag won't be able to contain it all."

Hilda flushed a bright red. "That's not nice!"

"Sorry, sorry. Can't help making that remark." He waited for her to finish drinking before he continued. "So, how's your journey? Any new Gym badges?"

She placed the bottle aside, nodding. "Yeah. Challenged Clay and got the Quake Badge about two weeks after we parted ways at Nimbasa. Getting past Chargestone Cave was a pain, too. I've been mostly slacking off, and Cheren bragged about his shiny new Jet Badge just recently."

"That's only five badges then. Quit slacking off, really."

Hilda stuck out her tongue childishly. "What is it to you?"

"I wonder..." He smirked for a bit. "Maybe so you can't use the badge excuse if you lost in a battle against me."

Hilda rolled her eyes in response. "Boo, so confident." Even though the only battle she won against him is just some quiz battle. "Not like I'll be caught dead using that sort of excuse. Well then, how's yours?"

"Let's see... I'm already finished with both Nacrene and Striaton, and I'm now preparing to challenge the Icirrus Gym. So that makes six badges." He grinned widely. "Two more 'till I can challenge the Pokémon League."

"That's nice." She wasn't sure what to say, but looking at him smiling like that, she couldn't help but feel happy herself. He looked very excited when he talks about this sort of thing; his dream, and it made her feel jealous since she never thought of one. And now she started to think what's his reason to challenge the League. Unlike me, he has something to strive on. How nice would it be to have a definite dream, anyway?

He noticed her weak smile as she started to wander in 'Munnaland', as he liked to say it when she started dozing off. But her spacing out feels somehow different this time, so he tapped her lightly to snap her out. She jolted in a faint surprise, looking at him and was about to say something as he held out his hand.

"What's wrong?"

The surprise was back to her expression, though she quickly hides it as she turns to the other way slightly, still having that solemn smile that was so unlike her. "No, nothing." She attempted to wave him off.

Which isn't working. "You're rather bad in this lying thing. Spill it."

"Whatever."

"Did I bore you with the League thing?" He asked instead.

"No, of course not..."

"Then, what got into you?"

She sighed quietly, blue eyes gazing at her bag, at the Pokéballs by her belt, at the ceiling, at the window, before returning back to her friend. "I was just thinking. It must be nice to have something to strive and reach."

"Meaning?"

"Because I..." she closed her eyes, right hand gripping the blanket. "I don't really have one. I passed each day without any vigor to do something in particular." She took a long, deep sigh before continuing. "Cheren travels because he wants to get stronger. Bianca wants to see the world. Meanwhile, I don't really know why I travel. Mom said it'll be a journey to be an adult. Professor Juniper said that I'll be helping a lot with her research. I just don't know." Her next word carried a sad tone. "I feel very late and left out, sometimes."

She didn't say anything else until she felt something warm over her hands and she opened her eyes. Hilbert's hand was on top of hers. "But you liked it, don't you? Or you won't continue your traveling," he started to say.

"Liked what? Travel?" She didn't notice a faint blush crept to her cheek, her thoughts only focused on her warm hand.

"Traveling, duh. Don't you find it exciting to see new places? Or new Pokémon, perhaps?"

"...yes, I do. But that's it. It's like a child's dream. When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a lot of things that now I don't think I want to, after all consideration."

"You're thinking about this too hard. A dream isn't something you can plan, you know."

Slowly she looked up at his face, his warm brown eyes. "You just start by doing what you like. If you like traveling, just continue it. If you feel thrill by battling and getting gym badges, then there's no reason to stop, is there? It'll come to you eventually."

"I've been doing that, I think. But nothing really comes to my mind even after this far. It might be too late."

"Don't think too much about it. There's no such thing as being late to discover a dream."

"No... such thing," Hilda repeated absently as his words keeps repeating inside her head. Maybe I just need to keep on traveling?

"That's all you have to do," he said as if reading her thoughts. "It might come tomorrow, the next day after, next week, who knows? But it will come, and that's all there is."

"Okay..."

Both of them were enjoying their own solitude when Hilbert's Xtransceiver suddenly rang. The brunet boy almost let out a curse from his surprise, and Hilda accidently pushed the board that was holding her arm (ouch!). "What was that?" Hilda said, still recovering from the shock.

"Damn moment killer," Hilbert gave the device a withering glare. Then she realized that his hand never left hers, even as he checked what was this 'moment killer' all about. "... a spam message. Brilliant."

"Oh." Was all she could say. She let out a small yawn, which she made no attempt to cover with her hand - said hand was... occupied, anyway.

"Look who's about to go to Munnaland," he remarked, letting go of her hand. He did a quick stretch before he grabbed his bag. "I'm off, then. Can't afford to be caught by the guard outside."

"The guard? Oh yes, I remember hearing a Herdier's growl back then..." she paused to look at her friend dumbly. "Was that you?"

"Oh, you heard? Well, a Herdier did chase me when I tried to sneak in. I had no choice but to knock him out."

Hilda giggled. "You sneaky little..."

He only shrugged in response. She didn't even ask, but he helped her to go back to her sleeping position, and after its done, he playfully flicked her forehead. "Okay, good night, Hilda."

She gave him a wide grin, gently shoving away his fingers. "Night too, Hilbert. Guess I'll you tomorrow?"

"Count on it." He gave her a wave as he opened the window, letting the cold breeze blew inside. She was watching him blankly when she thought she heard him murmur.

"...get you some MooMoo Milks tomorrow."

"...huh?" she blinked repeatedly, but when he jumped out of her room without any response, she decided that its probably her imagination. She decided that her mind's suddenly getting cloudy, anyway. Time to enjoy a good night rest.

"Might be nice to eat some choco pudding for tomorrow... ah, who am I kidding? They don't serve that kind of stuff in hospitals, right?" She spoke to herself a bit too loudly, unaware of a certain brunet still near the window.

When she was sent to this room before, she decided that it must be her unlucky day. She broke her overslept record and woke up in the afternoon, she couldn't get her hands on some MooMoo Milks, and she forgot her cap when she was looking for the drink. Then she just have to deal with Team Plasma. And the drawbridge, of course. Then her mom made her stay a bit longer. It was like a really bad joke.

But as she looked at her warm right hand, she wasn't sure if it really is a bad day. For once in a while, she felt free to show her uncertainty to someone, and she didn't feel one bit embarrassed about it. Hearing some nice words to placate her feelings was a great plus too.

Maybe its her lucky day.

He likes you, he likes you~ Bianca's sing-song voice played on the back of her mind.

"Shut up... Bianca..." Was her quiet words before the sleep got her.

Yay another ST filler. I swear I'll update it... *sigh* Its much easier to write random stuff that pops into my head, but I'll try my best, honest.

Thanks to OldRivalShipper, ilovemusic10811, Amulet Misty, gonelikeme, Chibi-Pandora-Hime, Pokemon Guy 84, Amy47101, IamaMajorfanaticofPokemon, and all of you that have read the story. I'm glad that you find the previous chapter entertaining and (hopefully) worth your time.

And I'm going to repeat it : I'll be continuing ST, of course. I'm mid-exam at the moment (and I still have the time to write pointless one-shot, of course!), but I'll try to get it done.