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Angel is lightly shaken and she flutters her eyes open. She groans at her mother's face filling her vision and she hmphs before burrowing herself into the car cushion. Cynthia crosses her arm at the adamant child's actions and forces her hands under the small figure. The platinum shifts to readjust and buries her face into the crook of the champion's neck.
"Long day eh Boss?" Flint asks as he goes to meet the duo outside Rowan's lab.
"I have the aching suspicion that my arms are going to be tired by the end of the day." The blonde replies.
"You'll get used to it again," Aaron interjects from the threshold and holds the doors open for the two girls.
"Cynthia," Rowan greets as the four enter the room. "Can I get you anything?"
"Something a child would eat. I need to get a meal in her," Cynthia replies as she sits on one of the sofas.
An assistant runs off to fill the request and skids to dodge the gym leaders streaming into the room. Candice plops down next to Maylene opposite the two blondes and waves to a drowsy Angel who was making an attempt at not appearing dead. A plate was dropped onto the table, stacked to the capacity with whatever the aid could find. Cynthia nudges the platinum, who shifts to look at the food, and promptly scrunches her nose in distaste at the thought of swallowing so much food after not eating anything substantial in awhile.
"You don't have to eat a lot. Just eat something," Cynthia pleads and hands her a piece of bread made out of various berries. Angel grumbles but nibbles on it begrudgingly.
"What happened?" Lucian asks from his position by the wall.
"We warped to a dimension I believe is parallel to ours. It's all distorted. Gravity keeps you grounded, but land masses float every which way… We found Cyrus."
"No way!" Flint yells as he jumps up in excitement.
"What happened?" Candice asks as she leans forward in her seat.
"Angel defeated him, but I'm not sure what happened to him. He gave Angel his pokeballs and just disappeared."
"We won't have to worry about him anymore Mama… I felt Crobat's cry through its pokeball. He jumped…" Angel mutters.
"What do you mean kid?" Byron asks.
"He jumped off the land mass."
There's a moment of silence and Cynthia automatically pulls the child closer to her side.
"What are you going to do with his pokemon?" Rowan asks Angel.
Angel smiles slightly and looks up, "I'm going on a trip. You can't come." She states as she looks up at Cynthia.
The champion furrows her brows, "What do you mean I can't come?"
"You can't come." Angel replies and gives a cheeky smile at the blank face she receives. "I have a few loose ends to tie up. I'll be back in a few days."
Cynthia wraps her arms around her waist to prevent her from leaping off the couch, "No way are you going anywhere."
The child's cheeks puff and she widens her eyes at the adult. They stay in this position for a few moments, Angel staring at her mother with lillipup eyes and Cynthia trying to look stern.
Cynthia grimaces, "Fine."
"Yay!" Angel jumps off and skids to the door. She makes a turn when the champion reminds her to go heal her pokemon.
The gym leaders are chuckling at the encounter that just occurred. Lucian looks at the blonde.
"You're following her, aren't you?"
"Yup."
…
Calamity rubs up against her trainer as they approach the house in the rural outskirts of Hearthome City. She raises a small fist to knock on the door and smiles slightly at the two fourteen year olds that open the door.
"Hi. I have a delivery for you!"
"Uh," the male responds as the duo leaves their house.
Angel unlatches two pokeballs on her belt and the female straightens at the sight. The spheres unlatch and Glameow and Houndour attack their trainers in gleeful excitement.
"Glameow!"
"Houndour!"
"Where did you find them?" The sister asks as her twin brother rolls around on the ground with his pokemon. Glameow clutched in her arms.
"Let's just say I infiltrated Team Galactic. These two wouldn't stop talking about you two and I promised to return them to you." Angel replies as she leans down to pet Glameow.
The feline chatters at Angel in thanks and Houndour howls in the background. The twins stare at her oddly, but ignore the unusual fact. Angel stands up.
"I have to go now. I have another pokemon to return."
"You sure kid? Our mom would give you something to eat." The male asks as he walks over.
"Yeah, thanks though. I have to get to a Pokemon Center and make a call."
"Okay kid." The twins wave goodbye as Angel flies away.
In the distance, Cynthia pats Garchomp and bids her dragon to follow the little girl.
…
The next morning Angel yawns as she shuffles out of the Pokemon Center in a delirious haze. She tiredly munches on the remainder of her breakfast and dodges Mystic's attempt to eat it.
"We're going to Snowpoint… No we're not going to get lost again!" The platinum hisses at her dragon's jeering.
She clambers onto the pokemon and settles between the ruffle of wings. A small hands gives a reassuring pat as they lift off. Angel has Mystic slow and turns to look behind her. She shrugs before returning to her business.
Cynthia and Garchomp release a relieved sigh from the shadows of a building.
Angel sits at a table in Snowpoint's Pokemon Center. Calamity lays at her feet and nibbles at the kibble in her dish. The platinum munches on her own lunch, kindly provided by Nurse Joy as an elderly man enters the building through the automatic doors to sit opposite her.
"I assume you're Angel."
"Hm hum. That's me," Angel replies with a cheery voice before she sombres, "I have something for you."
The child gingerly places the cloth bag onto the table. She grabs one of the pokeballs residing inside and unlatches the device. A white glare blinds the man before he stares at the pokemon is astonishment.
"Crobat! Why, I'd recognize that chipped tooth anywhere! But, if you're here then where's…" The man stares at Angel. Waiting for answers.
"I infiltrated Team Galactic who planned on reopening the portal your grandson had disappeared into. I confronted him, battled him, and he gave me his pokeballs. Cro-crobat and I have come to the conclusion that-that he jumped… I-I'm sorry."
The elderly man patted Crobat on the head and took the bag of pokeballs. He looked inside and gently stroked each one, "I see. Don't fret, young one. Cyrus was always a lonely and anti-social boy with a grudge against the war. I should've taken him with me when I moved. I made my decision. You did what was right, and I can see you are sad at the final outcome for my grandson. Thank you."
There is a moment of silence as Angel considers his words. Her violet eyes jerk up when the gentleman stands and points a thumb over his shoulder.
"Im'ma gonna go so your mother will stop staring at me like I'm a kidnapper. Thank you," Angel and the man shake hands before he leaves. The child follows the direction he tips his hat in and puffs out her cheeks when she makes eye contact with Cynthia.
The champion smiles sheepishly as she approaches her pouting daughter. She slides into the seat beside Angel and laughs at the annoyed expression.
"I'm sorry?"
"No you're not," Angel grumbles.
…
Cynthia stirs and rolls over in her bed at the persistent jabbing at her shoulder. Her blurry vision shows Angel staring at her hesitantly and Calamity matching the expression at her bedside.
"What's wrong Love?" She asks as she sits up and pulls the child into her lap. Cynthia wraps her arms around her baby's midsection and resists the urge to fall back to sleep.
"I'm going out. You want to come?" Angel asks.
"Where are you going? Can't it wait 'til sunrise at least?" The end of her question is cut off by a yawn.
Angel viciously shakes her head no and wriggles out of Cynthia's grasp and onto the floor. She hops around impatiently as Cynthia dresses and drags her mother out of their room and up the pokemon center's stairs. The blonde doesn't question where they're going, but does furrow her brows when Angel pushes through the door leading to the roof.
The platinum returns Calamity to her sphere and unlatches another pokeball from her waist, throwing it skyward. The white glare clears to show the renegade itself and it hovers over the top of the roof to avoid possibly collapsing the building. It stares at Angel in confusion and a quiet murmur escapes its mouth.
"I said I'd let you see the sunrise again didn't I?"
It phantom wings, an accessory that comes with its altered form, fidget at the gesture and returns it gaze toward the general area of the upcoming sunrise.
Cynthia stares on in slight awe and slight discomfort at her daughter being so friendly with a creature that would have destroyed their world and them in the process had it not been reasoned with. Her stare causes Giratina to turn to look at her and she freezes under the red eyes.
"Don't worry Mama. She won't hurt me," Angel reassures and gives the legendary a pat.
Cynthia with holds her surprise over the gender and nods at her daughter. All three huddle together to fend off the cold. The legendary pokemon straightens when the first warm ways seep over the white horizon and its wings flutter in excitement. Angel cuddles into her mother's side as they watch the sun begin to ascend.