This is Chapter 22.
So, I'm gonna start by clearing something up. A lot of you asked about the whole Damien thing, and Misty understanding. No. Misty does not understand Pokémon speech. If you look closely, "Damien" is not in italics. Sorry that confused people. I'll try to make it more obvious in the future. Misty just caught that word and, remembering their conversation from earlier, wanted to reassure Ash.
Also, Brock and Misty would've "found out" about Ash's ability, and maybe his backstory in the last chapter, but I didn't want Meowth to know just yet, and he just wouldn't leave! And Brock and Misty already know, remember? They figured out Ash could at least speak the Pokémon language back in chapter 19, with Bulbasaur.
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So, here's the medicine run, the fire, the bombs, and other shenanigans. I hope it lives up to your expectations.
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"Huff, huff…Slow down." Squirtle panted as he followed close at Ash's heels as the boy sprinted toward the town.
"You were the one who wanted to come." Ash gasped back. They were almost at the bridge now.
Squirtle almost lost his footing. "What did you say?"
Ash glanced back, irritated. "I said—" Whatever he was about to say was cut off as he tripped and fell to his knees, smashing his elbow and chin into the ground as he went.
Ash lay there wheezing for a moment, before an image of Pikachu fighting for breath, bruised and bleeding and waiting for Ash to come back with medicine and save him, flashed across his mind's eye.
Squirtle watched as the human groaned in pain and forced himself to his feet. The boy's chin was scraped, and he was holding his right arm gingerly to his side. Ash staggered, trying to start running again, his knees screaming at him.
"You don't have to run, you know." Squirtle commented.
Ash froze and glared down at the water Pokémon. "If you hadn't noticed, Pikachu needs medicine. He's in a bad way, and it's your fault."
"Hey, I didn't tackle him." Squirtle objected.
"No, but that female was doing it because you said so." Ash responded.
"If Pikachu gets that bad, my squad will take him back to town themselves." Squirtle scoffed. "Just because he made the bad decision of staying with a trainer, doesn't mean we'd let him die."
Ash's glower increased. "Pikachu is my best friend, and I'm going to help him. You shouldn't have attacked him in the first place. And what's worse, we've left him with Meowth and my friends tied up."
"Why do you hate Meowth so much?"
"He and the rest of Team Rocket keep attacking us. They want to steal Pikachu away, and Pikachu doesn't want to go, so I won't let them take him."
"Why do they want him?"
Ash shrugged, starting to limp toward the bridge, which was finally in view. "They think he's powerful. Which he is, but so is every Pokémon. Meowth's been with humans too long; he's started thinking like them."
"And what about you?" Squirtle asked, genuinely intrigued. This boy was not acting like a human trainer did, and it was interesting. "Where did you learn to speak so well? Your Pikachu?"
"No." Ash eyed the long bridge cautiously. The ropes were fraying and worn, and the wooden boards had holes and were rotting through. "We can't go back on this. We have to find another way."
"I know one." Squirtle led Ash away from the bridge. "Follow me."
"How did we even get over that before?" Ash grumbled.
"We walked. One at a time."
Ash made an irritated clucking noise. "We could all have fallen and died." He pointed out.
Squirtle shrugged as best he could. "We never noticed before. We won't be using it again, I can tell you that. I don't want anyone falling in."
"Good."
There was silence as Ash followed Squirtle through the forest. "You never answered my question." Squirtle broke the silence to say.
"What question?" Ash asked absently, mind still on Pikachu. He hoped his friend was okay.
"Where did you learn to speak? You said it wasn't Pikachu, but I've never met any human that spoke it, let alone without behind taught."
"How would you teach it?" Ash mused, before shaking his head. "No, I was raised by Pokémon when I was a hatchling. I learned it then."
"Where are the Pokémon now?" Squirtle asked.
Ash's expression darkened. "Most of them are dead. Humans came and killed them. Butchered them. One of my kin, a Charizard, protected me from them."
"Then why do you trust them? You travel with humans, but they killed your kin!" Squirtle was outraged.
"Because not all of them are bad. My Mama saved me from the men who killed my kin. She rescued me and took me home with her. She raised me, along with my Gran." Ash explained.
Squirtle considered Ash's words. His trainer had left him, and the others had likewise been abandoned, but at least the trainers hadn't killed any of their fellow Pokémon. Squirtle didn't know how Ash could interact with humans, after they'd taken away his family. This 'Mama' and 'Gran' –who were obviously filling in roles Ash had had stolen from him by the very same people. Or similar.
"Does Meowth know? Or your friends?" Squirtle grimaced as he said 'friends,' but Ash didn't seem to notice.
"No. Mama said not to tell others, because they'd try to use me to hurt my kin. I know Pokémon won't do that, but Meowth acts like he thinks he's human, and I'm worried about what he'd do if he knew."
By this time, Squirtle understood that kin meant Pokémon. He had to admit, from what he'd seen of humans, and of Meowth, that was an accurate summary. Squirtle just hadn't wanted to see it, hadn't wanted to think that a fellow Pokémon could do something like that. But it did make sense, in a terrible way. Meowth and the humans he traveled with were just the type to do horrible things to both humans and Pokémon, and whatever Ash was. Because he wasn't a Pokémon, but he certainly wasn't a human.
He could tell that Ash's thoughts were now focused on his past, and still on Pikachu, and Squirtle wanted to wipe that pained, aching look off of the young boy's face. "So, Bulbasaur calls you a hatchling."
Ash groaned. "I know. I can't get him to stop. I'm not a hatchling!"
Squirtle sniggered at the petulant tone to Ash's voice. Oh yes, that was exactly how a hatchling would answer. Squirtle himself wasn't considered a hatchling anymore, but it hadn't been long since he had been, and he knew how galling it could be, being referred to as if he were an errant youngling.
Although, from what he'd seen so far, there was no better title for Ash. Hatchling, or errant youngling, they both summed up Ash's apparent ability to get into trouble adequately. Squirtle said as much.
Ash shook his head in despair. "You just met me!" his voice was choked with something that sounded suspiciously like laughter as he stepped over a large pile of rocks. The forest around them was thinning, slowly turning to rock and brush.
"And I can tell even now. Errant youngling, that's exactly what you are."
"I thought I was a hatchling."
"Oh, so you're admitting it now."
Squirtle gloated while Ash muttered insults under his breath.
"I do get into trouble a lot, though." Ash admitted finally. "It just finds me, I guess."
"Well, there you go." Squrtle said matter-of-factly as he and Ash walked into a scrubby cave so small Ash had to stoop to enter.
After nudging aside some branches and dried leaves, Squirtle pointed out an opening in the wall to their right. Ash squinted at it in the dim light filtering in from outside before gestured for Squirtle to go in first.
When Squirtle shot him a suspicious look, Ash rolled his eyes and reminded, "I don't know the way."
Squirtle blushed and quickly crawled inside. A moment later, he heard a few scuffling noises that he assumed were Ash following him.
They stayed quiet for a long while before Squirtle said softly, "I won't tell Meowth about you. And I'll makes sure the others keep their mouths shut about it too."
There was no answer from Ash, and then a quiet, yet heartfelt. "Thank you, Squirtle. Thank you."
"Mhm." Squirtle answered noncommittally, as if the tone and the emotions behind the simple words hadn't affected him in any way, despite the warm feelings he had now, and the absolute knowledge that he was making the right choice. "If he's stupid enough to have not figured it out yet, he doesn't deserve to know, anyway."
Ash laughed. "You're probably right."
"In any case, Bulbasaur was right."
"About what?" Ash asked, curious.
"About us hurting Pikachu, and making you cry. It wasn't right."
Ash's near-silent breathing filled the small tunnel for a moment, before he said, "I don't like Pokémon hurting each other for no good reason."
"And battles?"
"I don't know." Ash thought out loud. "I don't want my friends hurt."
"Ash, other trainers hurt their Pokémon. And even if they don't, they aren't friends. They don't look at us as their equals. You do." Squirtle thought a moment. "I think you should battle. Show them how it can be done; how it should be done."
"But that wouldn't be fair to my friends. My Pokémon friends." Ash added that last part when he heard Squirtle's rumble of disapproval. He made a mental note to discuss his human friends with Squirtle, because he loved them just as much as his Pokémon friends.
"Have you asked them?"
"No…"
"Well there you go." Squirtle said decisively. "Ask them, and see what they say about it. Then you can all decide together."
"That's a great idea!" Ash cried, hugging Squirtle's foot—the only part of the Pokémon he could reach from his hunched over position behind the water Pokémon.
"Let go youngling. We're at the exit."
"Don't call me youngling."
"Why not? It's what you are." Squirtle teased as he crawled out of the cave. Ash climbed out after him, and Squirtle snickered at the sight of Ash covered in reddish-brown dust. Ash scowled at him and tried to brush himself off, with almost no effect.
"Come on. Town's this way." Squirtle started forward again.
"Squirtle, you know I can't talk to you in town." Ash told him, before rushing to clarify. "I mean, not like this. They can't know. If they used me to hurt you, I—"
"It's fine… Ash."
Ash smiled faintly at the name. It meant more than he could say, to have Squirtle see him as an equal, and that was what Squirtle was doing by using his name.
The people in town stopped and stared as they watched the young boy walking side-by-side with the leader of the Squirtle Squad, who were notorious for holding grudges against all humans because of their abandonment.
But Ash didn't notice any of it. He was purposefully striding toward the general store near the center of town.
Squirtle did though, and thought it was both rude, and amusing.
The amusement vanished when Ash swore and pointed at an air balloon that was shaped like Meowth's head.
"Team Rocket." Ash muttered to Squirtle. "We have to get back before they get Pikachu."
Ash hurried into the store. "I need—whoa!" he shouted as several guns were pointed at him the minute his foot hit the tiled floor. He backed up instinctively.
Squirtle took one look at the scene and growled, stepping protectively in front of Ash. "Get back, humans." He snarled.
"Stop! He's not with Team Rocket." A voice called from behind them. Ash glanced back to see Officer Jenny running towards them.
When Officer Jenny reached them, she was panting, and her eyes went wide as she spotted the Squirtle at his feet. "What's going on here?" she demanded.
One of the townspeople lowered his gun and rubbed the back of his head. "We, uh, thought he might be another of those Rocket people." He answered. "We weren't gonna take the chance."
"Well he's not." Officer Jenny snapped. She turned to Ash as the rest of the guns were lowered and stored away. "What do you need, Ash." She valiantly tried to ignore the Squirtle watching her suspiciously.
"Some medicine. Pikachu's hurt real bad, and I need to bring it to him."
In response to the pleading tone to his voice, a young woman stepped up. "What kind?" she asked briskly. "What's the matter with him?"
"He's bleeding some, and he's got bruises. That's the worst of it, I think." Ash thought out loud.
"Why didn't you just bring him here?" Officer Jenny asked, and then sighed as Ash shot Squirtle a look. "Never mind. We've got to get you back to your Pokémon."
The woman from before pressed a bottle and a sprayer into Ash's hands. "Here. On the house. You know, for aiming a dozen guns at you."
Ash smiled weakly. "Thanks. C'mon Squirtle." He took off out the door again, Squirtle hot on his heels.
"Wait! I'll give you a ride!" Officer Jenny shouted after him. She desperately wanted to know why the leader of the Squirtle Squad was with him, and not causing trouble for him or the rest of the townspeople.
"She can't. Bridge's not safe, remember? We'd still have to use the tunnels." Squirtle reminded Ash. "And you still don't have to run."
"Pikachu needs this medicine." But Ash slowed down slightly, allowing the small Pokémon to keep pace more easily.
They quickly left Officer Jenny and the town in the dust as they traveled back to the tunnel they'd used to get there. But it was getting darker now, and even Squirtle was having a hard time seeing.
"Hang on." Ash said, reverting to Pokémon. "I know someone that could help."
He pulled out Charmander's Pokéball and released the Pokémon. "Charmander, I need your help."
"What's wrong, Ash?" Charmander questioned.
"Pikachu's hurt, and the only way to get to him is through these caves. But Squirtle and I can't see—it's too dark."
"Well then it's good you called me." Charmander said proudly. "I'll light the way. Let's go."
True to his word, Charmander lit the tunnels, allowing Squirtle to guide the three back through the tunnels and out through the original cave. Ash pushed some rocks out of the way to widen the opening. He was pretty sure they'd all have to go back this way, and Brock was taller than him.
Leaving the cave completely, Ash couldn't help himself. He ran for the cave where he'd left his friends. It was a slower run, not a sprint, but he could still hear Squirtle complaining that he didn't have to and Charmander demanding to know what was happening now.
When Ash reached the cave, he panicked. "Misty, Brock, Pikachu?" he called, not seeing any of them. Even the rest of the Squirtle Squad and Meowth were nowhere to be seen.
"Pikachu? Brock? Misty?" he yelled.
"Ash!" Charmander called. Ash raced outside of the cave to see Meowth standing with the rest of the Squirtle Squad. They were facing Squirtle and Charmander, the latter who was glaring at Meowth.
"What are you doing here?" Charmander growled. He clearly remembered this Pokémon as the one helping the humans trying to kidnap Pikachu, and he wouldn't put up with another try. "Where's Pikachu?"
"Hey, watch how you talk to me." Meowth snapped. A whine built up in Charmander's throat, signaling a building flame.
Squirtle stepped in quickly. "Ash's fine. That Meowth has been working with those two humans from earlier. They're not his pets. And he's been trying to steal Pikachu away, even though Pikachu doesn't want to go."
"He trapped Pikachu last time." Charmander added. "In a bubble so he couldn't get out or fight back. Ash was trying to protect Pikachu, but those…they dug a hole and the rest of our friends got stuck."
"A trap for Pokémon?" One of the female Squirtle, the one who'd attacked Pikachu, asked, aghast. "Even we don't set our traps to catch Pokémon on purpose. We just want to punish the humans, and pranks are good."
"Where's Pikachu?" the lead Squirtle demanded of his friend.
"Ash?"
Ash whirled around. Misty and Brock were coming out from behind a copse of trees. Pikachu lay in Brock's arms.
"Sorry we were hiding." Misty apologized. "We thought you guys might be Team Rocket. Or the rest of them." She said, eyeing Meowth.
"Did you bring the medicine?" Brock asked hurriedly.
Ash rushed forward. He dug the bottle and spray top out of his pockets and passed them to Misty before taking Pikachu carefully into his own arms. He pressed his face against the top of Pikachu's head, just breathing his in the scent of his friend.
"Hey buddy." He mumbled into Pikachu's fur.
Misty quickly removed the cap from the bottle of medicine and attached the spray top. She held it over Pikachu and began spraying a steady stream of the light silver medicine over the ailing Pokémon. Ash lifted his head so she could get Pikachu's head, and then gently shifted his friend around so that she could get his other side and stomach.
"All done." Misty said, taking off the spray top and recapping the bottle.
Ash cuddled Pikachu to his chest. "He's gonna be all right? You're sure?" he croaked thickly.
Pikachu chose that moment to stir. "Ash?" he mumbled, before snuggling closer. "Knew you wouldn't leave me."
Ash gave a choked laugh and nuzzled Pikachu's fur. "Never."
An explosion interrupted this tender moment. Ash instantly bent his top half over Pikachu, eyes alertly searching for the danger.
He instantly caught sight of the hot air balloon in the sky. So did Misty. "It's Team Rocket!" she cried.
"To protect the world from devastation." Jesse started. James continued it.
But this time, Ash took advantage of their stupid motto. The small explosive had blasted away part of the rock, and shale and dirt rained down.
Ash thrust Pikachu at Misty, who curled her arms around him in surprise, eyes wide. "Ash, what?"
"Get him away." Ash hissed at her.
"Meowth, carry Pikachu up the ladder!" Jesse yelled, throwing down a rope ladder.
"And the rest of you are in for a real blast." James punned. "Get it?"
Meowth looked at Pikachu, debating whether he could get to him in time.
Charmander growled, reminding Meowth of the burns he'd suffered last time he'd tried to fight that particular Pokémon, and he decided to just cut his losses. He ran for the rope ladder and climbed it at a record pace.
Jesse and James dropped two more bombs.
As they hit and detonated. Ash yelled, "The caves." Softer, but no less forcefully, he said, "Head to the caves."
The Squirtle gaped at him. "What—how—" the female sputtered.
"That doesn't matter." The lead Squirtle snapped. "He's right. Run!"
As the humans and Pokémon made a run for the cave, several explosions rocked the ground. Dust and rocks were flying through the air. It was hard to see, and they coughed and squinted as they ran.
"Help!" a voice cried out. Ash stopped and whirled around. Squirtle, the leader, was on his back, his shell making him unable to turn over and run for cover.
Ash didn't hesitate. In a move he knew Bulbasaur would scold him for later, he sprinted back to Squirtle's side. Brock had to hold Misty back when she realized what he was doing.
"Look after Pikachu." He told her. "Ash'll be fine."
Ash narrowly dodged a bomb and dropped to his knees beside Squirtle. "Here." He tried to turn the Pokémon over, but several more blasts caused him to simply flatten himself over Squirtle to protect him as best he could.
"Ash, no. Go back to the others."
"Not without you." Ash argued. He gasped as several rocks pummeled his back.
Squirtle had had enough. "Flip me. Now!" He roared.
Ash gave Squirtle's side a huge shove, rocking the Pokémon over enough so that Squirtle could complete the rotation himself. On his feet, he pushed at Ash.
"Run!" he hollered.
Ash wasted no time. Making sure Squirtle was with him, he dashed to the cave, taking shelter inside.
"Bulbasaur's going to kill you." Charmander commented as soon as the pair made it in. Ash made a face.
"Through the tunnels." Squirtle directed. "Charmander, can you light the way again?"
"I sure can." Charmander took the lead. "Just tell me where to go."
As the female Squirtle got behind him and began to issue instructions, Ash looked at his friends.
"I'm going to kill you." Misty vowed. Brock nodded in agreement. Ash winced. "But later. How are we getting out?"
"We follow them." Ash gestured to Charmander, who was entering the tunnel. "But we'll have to crawl. It's a tight fit."
They all crawled through, this tunnel letting them out in the forest. The group ventured closer to the edge, peering down into the area they'd just left.
Team Rocket had stopped throwing the bombs. They gazed around the empty clearing.
"No more Squirtle Squad." Jesse gloated.
"Yeah, but we didn't get Pikachu." James said morosely.
"Who cares? We'll do it later. Right now, the town's going to give us medals and we'll be heroes." Jesse said cheerfully.
"Not so fast." Ash called up at them.
"Who said that?" Jesse demanded, shading her eyes with her hand to try and find him.
Team Rocket's jaws collectively dropped.
"Weren't they—"
"Didn't they—"
"How did they—" Jesse, James, and Meowth seemed at a loss for words.
"Water gun?" Ash volunteered tentatively, not knowing hoe Squirtle would take the suggestion.
Squirtle saw the worry on Ash's face and mentally shook his head. This boy….
Water gun sounded like a great idea anyway. These humans and their Pokémon (and he only called Meowth that for lack of something better: Ash had been right. Meowth did act more human than Pokémon) had tried to use the Squirtle Squad to hurt a Pokémon (two, if he counted Ash). That was unacceptable. And now they were trying to hurt, possibly kill, the entire group.
Squirtle shot his water in a focused beam at the Meowth-shaped hot air balloon, wishing he could do it to the real Meowth instead. It blasted a hole, and the balloon swerved and flew aimlessly around until it disappeared out of view.
"We need to move." Brock yelled at them. "The forest's on fire."
"But it might reach the town." Misty objected, reaching for her Pokéballs.
"We've got this." Squirtle said. He turned to his fellow Squirtle. "We're using our water guns to put out the fire."
"To help the humans?" one of the males asked.
"We live here to, idiot." The sassy female snapped back. She nodded to Squirtle. "Fine. Let's do this."
They began. They contained and doused the fire.
Officer Jenny managed to get there to watch the rest of the fire being put out. She'd seen the smoke, and had raced over on her motorcycle in a panic, although she made a mental note to fix the bridge, as it had given was just as she'd reached the other end.
But now she stared. "They're helping us?" she gasped.
"Looks like it." Brock agreed, a dreamy smile on his face as he gazed at the officer.
Misty rolled her eyes and observed Ash, who was watching the Squirtle Squad as they came back to the group.
Officer Jenny got on her knees. "Thank you!" she gushed. "That was incredible, what you did. Will you stay in town and help us with the fires there? We'd give you food, a place to stay, and you could come and go as you'd like, but you just did us an incredible favor, and I'd like to repay that."
"If you work together, you wouldn't have to fight each other so much." Misty added.
Ash said nothing. This was their decision, not his. He just stood there, offering his silent support.
The Squirtle huddled to discuss the offer. They turned back and nodded at Officer Jenny, who leapt to her feet.
"This calls for a celebration. I'm heading right back to town to tell everyone the good news. Meet me there." She hopped on her motorcycle and drove away, tires squealing.
The ceremony to make the Squirtle Squad the town's official firefighters was held soon after the group made their way back to the town. It was a nice little thing, and Ash was happy for the group of Pokémon, but he was also incredibly bored.
"And so, we gratefully award this certificate to the Squirtle Squad." Officer Jenny said finally. "Thank you for saving our town from the fire. Because of your skill, and bravery, we proudly appoint you the town firefighters."
Ash cheered and clapped (carefully, as Pikachu was still in his arms, and the Squirtle Squad let out a few whoops of their own.
"Good luck." Ash murmured under his breath as quiet recalled Charmander, who had requested to see the ceremony, and then take a nap.
"I think it's time we go." Brock said, smiling.
"Yeah." Misty agreed. The friends started back on the path they'd been on before meeting the Squirtle Squad, still determined to get to Vermillion City.
"Wait! WAIT!" a voice shouted, and Ash stopped and glanced back.
His eyes widened. "Squirtle?" Misty and Brock moved to see what he was staring at.
Squirtle was running after them on the path, arms flailing wildly. "Wait!"
They waited. Ash wasn't going to move until Squirtle caught up, and Misty and Brock were curious as to what he wanted. And a little wary, considering what this Squirtle had done before.
"I want to come with you." Squirtle finally panted out when he reached them. "I want to help you prove what we were talking about, with the battling. And I want to be your friend."
Ash gaped for a moment. Then a wide smile almost splitting his face in two appeared. He knelt down and swept Squirtle into a hug, mindful of Pikachu in his arms. "I'm so glad." He whispered to Squirtle.
"I think he wants to come with us." Misty said with a laugh.
Ash pulled out a free Pokéball and held it out to Squirtle, giving the Pokémon a chance to change his mind.
Squirtle didn't. He touched his cheek to the Pokéball and was sucked in in a red light. Ash hugged the Pokéball, before hooking it back on his belt.
Ash started off again, grinning like a loon. Misty and Brock trailed behind him with indulgent smiles on their faces. Both were pleased that Ash had made yet another Pokémon friend, and that Ash was happy, especially after everything that had happened.
It seemed like things were finally looking up.
So, that was the rest of the chapter. Hope everyone enjoyed it.
Brock and Misty will be finding out both the part they know, and the parts that they don't, very soon now.
I wasn't going to really get into battles, but people expressed concern about if Ash was going to battle, and that he both needed a reason, and that it would be boring if he didn't have at least some wish to battle. So we'll see what his Pokémon have to say about that soon as well.
Oh, and some people asked what exact dialect Ash speaks when he's speaking the Pokémon language. Basically, he speaks whatever he's talking to at the time. He was around a lot of Pokémon as a child, so he speaks the Pokémon's dialect, and if it's more than one, it just depends on the circumstances.
Suggestions and ideas are great, reviews are amazing. Even one-word reviews are appreciated. Constructive criticism is good. Flames will be used to give the rest of the Squirtle Squad work in town. Wait….
Thanks for reading. See you next chapter! I don't know when it's coming out, but hopefully soon. Leave your suggestions in the reviews about what you want to see, and I'll see if it'll work in the story.