(A/N: I'm not too happy with the title of this chapter, but I was completely drawing a blank on it. I'm open to renaming the chapter, so I'll take any suggestions, and if I get one I like, I'll change it and give the person credit next chapter. For now, lets see how things are going between Mew and Mewtwo.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 3: Irritation

For the next few hours, Mewtwo simply flew along. Mew kept attempting to strike up a conversation, but he simply ignored her. He knew that Mews had a very short attention span, got easily distracted, and became bored very easily. He had hoped that she would get bored with him and find him uninteresting enough to seek amusement elsewhere.

No such luck. If anything, she became more talkative and active, declaring that she would bring him out of his shell.

"I am not in a shell!" he insisted. "I am perfectly fine as I am."

In response, she transformed into a Shellder and stuck her tongue out at him. He'd responded by bopping the top of her head, causing her shell to snap shut on her tongue.

"Meanie!" she declared, resuming her normal form.

Flying along, he came across a bald spot of the forest and went in for a landing. Looking around, it was easy enough to see that the area had been damaged by a wildfire and had yet to heal. He wondered what could have caused it. Fire Pokémon battling each other? A lightning strike? Human activity?

"Oot-oot," came a cry from a tree.

Mewtwo looked up and saw a Hoothoot on a burnt branch. On the trunk was a hole, which undoubtedly had been he poor creature's home before the fire.

'Several Pokémon must have lost their home in this fire,' he realized.

Well, he could do something about that. He may not have the power of creation like Arceus or the gift of life like Xerneas, but he could still use his own power to help heal the land.

Closing his eyes, he reached out with his psychic energy. A blue aura surrounded him and began spreading out over the damaged area of the forest.

"Hey, Mewtwo."

His eyes snapped open, his psychic aura vanishing. He turned to glare at Mew. "What is it?"

Mew looked around. "What happened here?"

He sighed. "It seems there was a fire. I do not know the cause though. Now, if you'll excuse me."

He began again, his psychic aura expanding outward.

"Hey, Mewtwo."

He stopped again. "What?"

She cocked her head to the side. "What are you doing?"

He grumbled irritably. "I am attempting to heal the area."

Ignoring her, he went back to his task.

"Hey, Mewtwo."

Ok, now he was getting annoyed. "Now what?"

"When are we going to mate?"

Again with this? "Never. Now stop bothering me."

Once again, he summoned up his power.

"Hey, Mewtwo."

A vein throbbed in his temple. "What?!"

When he turned to her, he saw that she had transformed into what was meant to be a female Mewtwo. "Is this better?" she asked, getting into what she hoped was a sexy pose as she batted her eyes. "Do you want to mate now?"

In response, he threw a Shadow Ball at her, knocking her away. With a sigh of frustration, he tried, once again, to mend the damage the fire had caused.

"Hey, Mewtwo."

She was back again? "Can you not see that I am busy right now?"

Mew pouted. "But I'm hungry."

He turned away. "Then go find something to eat."

She flew over to him, landing on his head. "But it's the male's job to gather food for his mate and children."

Mewtwo shook his head, knocking her off. "I told you, I am not your mate, and we will never have any children."

"Aww, come on, I'm hungry." She began yanking on his ears. "Hungry, hungry, hungry!"

He smacked her hands away. "You have been perfectly capable of finding your own food all your life. I'm sure you can do it again."

Mew humphed. "Fine, I'll get me own food, Mr. Grumpy." She began to fly away, but hesitated. "I'll just teleport to you if you try to run away."

Mewtwo rolled his eyes. "I will not flee." He had accepted that he would have to wait for her to leave on her own.

Mew beamed. "See, I told you you'll be my mate."

With that, she flew off.

"I did not agree to that!" Mewtwo shouted after her.

But she was already gone. Mewtwo sighed. At least now he could focus on the task at hand. So now, for the sixth time, he returned his attention to the forest and focused.

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Mew flew around happily, going up high, then flying down low. Though food was her agenda, she was easily distracted. And she soon found herself up in the clouds, marveling at how their shape changed as she flew through them.

Coming across a large one, she smiled before flying around it in an upward spiral. When she reached the top, she had shaped it into what humans called soft-served ice cream. She giggled at the sight before it made her stomach grumble, reminding her that she was hungry. Mewtwo really was a meanie for not providing for his mate.

Well, mate-to-be.

Flying back down, she began searching for food. Sensing some wild Pokémon nearby, she read their minds, pinpointing where there was food. Following the mental map from their memories, she came across berry bushes. She smiled and plucked one, popping it in her mouth. It was nice and sweet, and she cupped her cheeks in delight.

She grabbed another berry… and ended up lifting up a Caterpie. It had been inside the bush, the end of its tail sticking out, which Mew had mistaken for a berry. She would have sensed it if she were paying attention.

The Caterpie wasn't too happy about being picked up, and it fired a String Shot at her. Startled, Mew dropped the Caterpie and began brushing away the sticky substance. The Caterpie ended up landing on its head and began crying.

From out of the bushes and down from the trees, more Caterpie emerged, looking at their fallen comrade. No, not comrade, sibling. That's what Mew was picking up. These Caterpie were all siblings.

"Free!"

And right on cue, here came Mommy and Daddy, and neither were happy about one of their children having gotten hurt.

Mew noted how the male Butterfree wore a yellow ribbon around its neck, and the female was pink, meaning it was Shiny. That was incredibly rare. The odds of a Shiny Pokémon being born was one in 8,192. Wow.

"Free, Free? B-Free?" the male Butterfree demanded. As a fellow Pokémon, Mew understood what was spoken as if the Butterfree had used Mew-speech. Translating into human words, it would have come out as, "What's going on? Why is your brother crying?"

"Raaaa!" one of the Caterpie replied. Translating to, "That mean Mew hurt him."

As the mother Butterfree flew down to her child, the father turned his angry eyes upon Mew. Though this wasn't his and his mate's first batch of children since his master had released him, he was still fiercely protective of his family. And while attacking a Legendary was perhaps the most foolish thing a non-Legendary could do, Butterfree's protective parental instincts had kicked in, and he flapped his wings erratically, unleashing a shower of Stun Spore.

Being a Mew came with many advantages. Along with being one of the most powerful Pokémon of all, she also had the ability to learn just about every Pokémon attack there was. So it was a simple matter to blow out a puff of air to cast Gust in order to blow away the paralyzing dust.

"It was an accident," Mew told the Butterfree. "I thought his tail was a berry."

"You hurt my son!" Butterfree declared, and fire a Psybeam.

Mew held up her hand, blocking the attack, and tossing it aside. It would be best to end this so no one got hurt. Her eyes began glowing pink as she used Hypnosis. The air itself seemed to ripple as she sent out a hypnotic wave. One by one, the Caterpie fell asleep. The mother Butterfree soon joined them in slumber, followed by the father.

"Nighty Night," Mew told them.

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Mewtwo floated to the ground as his psychic aura faded. That would have to do. He'd done what he could for the land, now it would have to recover on its own from here. He knew it would eventually, but he hoped he'd helped it along. Rearranging the ground, reworking the water system, and bringing in new vegetation, all this would help the forest to heal faster.

"Well, that's done," he decided, looking at his handy work. "I'm sure the residential Pokémon will do more. Unlike humans, they care for their environment a lot more."

He glanced around, noticing that Mew still wasn't back yet. Not that he cared, but he wondered where she had gone off to. Surely it didn't take this long to find some food, especially for someone who could fly, teleport, and read the minds of others to find out where there was a food source. Knowing her, she had most likely gotten distracted by something fun and was still playing.

His own stomach rumbled, and he placed his hand on it. He must have been at this longer than he thought. He supposed he should find his own nourishment. Perhaps Mew could tell him where a food source was when she got back.

If she came back. Maybe after filling her stomach she had been able to think more rationally and decided that he wouldn't make a good mate after all, and so went to seek one elsewhere.

"Mewtwo!"

Or maybe that was hoping for too much.

Flying down, she hovered in front of him, a pile of food floating beside her consisting of berries, seeds, nuts, fruits, and mushrooms. A rather large pile for a single Mew.

"I found food!" she declared happily.

Mewtwo glared at her. "I see that. I told you that you were capable of doing it yourself."

She reached into her pile, grabbing a mushroom, and popping it into her mouth. "It's not a matter of capability, but a matter of duty."

He knew where this was going. "I have no duty to you."

"But as my mate-"

"I am not your mate. Can you not get that through your head?"

Mew giggled. "You mean not yet."

Grumbling, Mewtwo pinched the bridge of his nose with his sphere-shaped fingertips, feeling a headache coming on. "Why are you eating so much anyway? It's wasteful. The fire has already destroyed a portion of this forest, including its food sources. You should not take more than your share."

Mew glanced at the floating pile of food. "Oh, don't worry." The pile split into two, the second one flying over to Mewtwo. "I got some for you as well."

Mewtwo was taken aback, his annoyance instantly forgotten. After her had refused to "provide" for her, she had not only gathered her own food, but had gotten enough for him as well? And his portion was even bigger than her own! She had taken that into account.

"Oh…" He was glad he could speak telepathically since he probably never would have gotten the words out otherwise. "Well… thanks…"

He was aghast to feel himself blushing. He was Mewtwo! He did not blush! It was just not something he did. But then why did his face feel so warm? Thank goodness he was covered in fur, otherwise Mew would see and-

"Your cheeks are red," she noted curiously, then giggled. "You remind me of a Pikachu."

Mewtwo scowled. So much for her not noticing. "S-Silence!"

He mentally reached out, causing a nut to float over to him and into his mouth. Mew was currently nibbling on a berry, and she gave Mewtwo a joyful smile. "Try the berries. They're really good."

Mewtwo's scowl deepened. He was about to have a berry next anyway. It was not because she suggested it. It wasn't!

But she was right; the berry was very sweet. And when he saw Mew staring at him expectantly, he diverted his eyes. "They're not bad…"

Mew made a joyful squeal and did a flip in mid-air. Mewtwo felt another blush threatening to come on, and he willed the warmth out of his cheeks before it was noticeable.

Once he was full, Mewtwo felt his body requesting another need, sleep. And so he left the fire-damaged part of the forest and settled in the soft grass against a tree. Closing his eyes, he prepared to sleep.

Mew, however, had other ideas. Flying over to Mewtwo, she settled on his head, reached down, and opened one of his eyes. "So, what are we going to do now?"

Reaching up, he plucked her off his head, holding her by the nape of her neck like a mother Persian might carry her Meowth cub. "I am going to sleep. I care not what you do."

He tossed her away from him, but Mew simply floated back over. "That's fine, I could use some sleep too."

She settled down beside him, curling up next to him. Mewtwo's eyes narrowed down at her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Snuggling," she replied, as if this were obvious.

Mewtwo scowled. How presumptuous! He was Mewtwo; he did not snuggle! But it seemed Mew had already fallen asleep. How could she fall asleep so fast? And why didn't she form a protective barrier around herself? Didn't she realize how vulnerable she was when asleep?

He shifted slightly, moving further away so she wasn't leaning against him anymore. Without his body to support her, she remained upright for a moment before falling over. Her eyes popped open in surprise for a moment when her head hit the ground. This didn't seem effective though as she, still half asleep, simply crawled into his lap and snuggled up against him again, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Mewtwo sighed in aggravation. This was even worse than her leaning against him. Now she was actually in his lap, sleeping with her face nestled against his belly and one arm draped over his leg. He considered pushing her away, but noted how peacefully she was sleeping.

"Whatever," he mumbled.

Creating a bubble of psychic energy around them, he closed his eyes, and soon he too was asleep.

(A/N: There you go, a bit of fluff between them. Ever since the first movie, Mewtwo has pretty much become a lot of talk and a bit of a pacifist, but he's really just a big teddy bear. Also, in case you didn't catch it, the Butterfree Mew ran into was Ash's Butterfree and her mate. Lets see how things progress between Mew and Mewtwo next time.)