Still haven't been writing much lately. I've been making a ton of sprites though! =D

Disclaimer: Pokémon, along with any people, places or things from it are not mine, nor do I claim it to be. The only thing I do own is myself and the dream this all started from.

Mew's POV

The grunts took Jenn out of the cell once the one on guard duty informed the others that she was awake. They were probably going to take her to be questioned. I knew she underestimated the team of black clad Pokémon gangsters because all she had seen were the grunts.

The grunts were the ones who did all of the dirty work above the surface to keep the real organization running. I knew the rest of Team Rocket was a lot tougher than the grunts they fed to society. The goal was to get people to underestimate them while keeping things running, which they did very effectively.

Maybe I should have told Jenn what I knew about this, surprisingly dangerous team. It possibly could have given here something to work with, rather than just going off of the knowledge she had, which was from her world. In her world, while we were still a game all Team Rocket had done was attempt to do things, and fail. All she had seen was the weakness, which was a ploy.

I heard screams from above me, screams of agony. Above this screaming I heard the same male voice that Jenn and I had heard from outside of our cell before she had been taken to questioning.

"You will tell us," I heard this male's voice shout over the terrible screaming, which I could only imagine was coming from some sort of unimaginable torture they were putting my trainer through.

The screaming stopped, presumably to let her tell them something. Silence followed for a while before I heard Jenn's voice yell, "You'll never get me to tell you anything!"

Again the screams started, just as loud and filled with pain as before. I desperately hoped that she would be able to pull through this without telling them anything, and without being permanently damaged.

I knew it was selfish to ask her to endure this torture to keep me safe, but she knew that if she told them anything she'd become useless to them, and that they would kill her. I hoped she would decide that enduring the torture, living, and possibly finding a way out of here would be a better option than being killed.

After what seemed like hours all noise from above me ceased, which worried me. What was happening? If only there wasn't a wall between me and the floor above I would be able to tell what was going on. Whether she was telling them anything, whether they had given up for the day, I couldn't tell.

I waited through the silence. Eventually I heard footsteps along the hallway that was attached to the cell. Some grunt appeared by the gate to the cell and opened it, throwing something through the door.

Once I was certain he was gone I went over to investigate. What the man had thrown in was Jenn, though she was out cold, cut deeply many places on her body, and bruised to the point that her skin looked purple with small patches of her usual flesh colour. I continued to look at the damage they had done to my trainer, cringing at every cut I found.

Eventually I looked at her left hand, which was mangled beyond recognition. It looked like every bone in her entire hand had been broken. Upon further inspection it looked like each bone was broken in different places. Almost like a different force broke every bone.

I wondered if my healing skills were still working properly. It had been a while since I had taken a healing lesson from Arceus, but I thought I could still partially heal the bones, making them at least usable, though not for anything too stressful.

I focused on the psychic energy I could feel coursing through my body, eliminating all distractions and amplifying the feeling of this power. Once the power had grown to fill my whole body I focused the entirety of it into my front paws.

"Heal" I breathed as I placed both paws onto my master's mangled hand.

This worked better than I thought it would, her bones placed themselves and almost completely healed. While her hand wasn't fully healed, she would be able to use it, unlike before. The healing energy had also healed some of her bruises, making them dull in colour a little and causing some of them to disappear completely. Some of the cuts started to heal and close up as well.

Obviously she had passed out because of the pain, which would have been partially gone now. Just as I had thought her eyes flew open as the last of my psychic energy I had released had vanished from her body.

Jenn's POV

Where was the pain? My body should have been in terrible pain because of all of the cuts and bruises I had acquired from withstanding the rage of my 'questioner'. A better title for him would have been 'torturer' because he didn't even ask a question, only making one demand, 'Tell me about Mew,' then tortured me if I refused.

My attention then switched over to my left hand. This should have been the place I was hurting the most, all of the bones had been broken. My hand was in the least amount of pain.

"You're welcome," I heard a voice echo in my head, the voice of Mew.

She wasn't visible, but I knew she must be nearby, 'You did this? How?'

"How do you think?" she replied, "The same way I can disappear and read minds."

"Awake already?" I heard the serpent-like voice of my 'questioner' outside of my cell.

"Yes," I said, instantly getting to my feet, "You can tell your boss, Giovanni, that I'm never going to say anything, no matter how long you keep me here."

Though his face was shadowed over I could see a dramatic shift in his features, from a sneer to an expression of astonishment, "How do you know our boss's name?"

I almost slapped myself; no one had even uttered the leader of Team Rocket's name. How could I explain how I knew?

I returned my gaze to his face, which was now showing an expression of something resembling fear as he looked down at my hand, "And your hand, it's not broken anymore."

An idea hit me, "You underestimated the trainer of Mew? You think that some ordinary girl could just be chosen by such a powerful legendary out of the blue? I have powers of my own. I healed myself and I can read your mind. That isn't the full extent of what I can do either."

"Then why are you still locked in there?" he asked.

"I haven't found a way out, though I think I may have found one," I said, a lie, but I needed to do something, "So I could escape whenever I want to now."

I looked back at him, the look of fear spreading across his face, "I'll make you a deal," I told him, "You give me my Pokémon, Pokédex, watch and bag back and let me out. Then when I destroy this place I'll spare you. If not, I'll show no mercy when I blast myself out of here."

He quickly composed himself, "How do I know you're not just saying that to trick me into letting you out."

'Mew,' I thought to her, 'Can you do some sort of psychic effect on my right hand when I snap my fingers?'

"No problem," she replied through telepathy. I could feel her move her hand into mine, ready to create some sort of effect. Luckily her hand was small enough to snap my fingers around.

Once I had snapped a flame like ball of purple light shot out of my hand, "Believe me now?" I asked the man, putting as much malice into my voice as I could.

I could hear him gulp before answering me, "I'll be right back."

I heard running, which got quieter as he got further away. It stopped eventually then continued, getting louder this time. The man soon appeared with what I had asked for, along with a key. He unlocked the door and handed me my things.

I took everything back, securing my stuff on my belt, on my wrist, or over my shoulder, and then asked, "How do I get out of here?"

The man led me to a door, which took me back out to the floor I had been captured on. I walked back up the stairs into the Game Corner and over to the Pokémon Center.