Flame's out of body experiance continues. This time it is Scout's turn. A lot less mushy stuff this time, with a nice bit of action thrown in.

Episode Thirty-Nine: Atonement and Scout's Revenge

This time, the weird pool showed Scout. He was flying just below the cloudline, and seemed to be watching something on the ground.

"What's he looking at?" I asked, scratching my head again.

"Not a clue. And I thought I told you to stop that," Mew said, smacking me over the back of the head, "lets go have a looksie. Oh magic pool of the sea, show us what Scout can see."

The pool's viewpoint suddenly changed, we seemed to be looking through Scout's eyes.

"Bloody hell, he can see far," Mew said. I, however, was more focused on the thing that was in the center of Scout's view.

"It's that Rocket member who owned the Hypno."

"So it is. Looks like we caught Scout at a bad time," Mew sighed.

"Well, can't we go catch us some Human bastards ourselves?"

"I could let you, but I'd have to be visible too. And I really don't need the publicity."

"Well, we just hit them so much that they are in no position to tell anyone about you," I said, feeling the rage boiling in my veins.

I found myself standing, on solid ground this time, on the side of a pathway. Mew was hovering just behind me, out of sight to anyone coming our way. I was still seethrough but, after a trial run on a apple hanging above me, my fireballs were in perfect working order.

It wasn't long at all before we heard running footsteps heading our way.

"Mew, is there anyway to be understood by Humans?" I asked, a plan forming in my head.

"Yeah, why?"

"Just do it."

"Calm down. All done," Mew said, giving me a thumbs up.

The two Rocket bandits shot into view. They had obviously been running a while, they were panting for breath.

"Well well well. We meet again," I laughed as I stepped out into the middle of the road. The Rockets came to an arupt halt and stared at me.

"What? What are you?" One asked, he looked about ready to faint.

"Oh gee, that is a toughie," I said sarcasticaly, "I'm a bloody Charmander. What does it look like?"

"But you're transparent," the other Rocket stammered, in a similar condition to the first.

"That's just a minor detail. Anyway, I believe I still owe you an arse kicking for being imprisoned," I said, chuckling at the look of horror on their faces.

One quickly stepped foward and lobbed a Pokéball in my direction, suddenly the Hypno stood before me once more.

"We meet again, Charmander."

"We sure do and this time, I have the advantage," I said, as Scout appeared out of no where and slammed the Hypno to the floor before attacking with beak and talons.

"Now, where were we?" I asked the Rockets, one of whom's eyes rolled as he fainted on the spot. The second turned tail and began to flee, and tripped up over Mew's tail.

"Sorry, I had to get a piece of the action. Now, do we boil his head or just rip him limb from limb," Mew laughed as he jumped onto the Rocket's back. My reply was cut short as Scout was slung strait through me, which was slightly disturbing. Although that as disturbing as Hypno's psychotic laughter.

"You really think that I can be beaten that way?" It laughed

"It worked the first time. You really oughta get that look at," I countered, staring at Hypno's slightly squashed nose.

"Ha, you may not be solid, but your mind is still intact. I still have power over you," came the reply as Hypno raised it's hand. Its laugher turned to a cry of shock when it realised that it's shiney medalion had vanished.

"You may be powerfull but you needed a catalyst. Lose that, and you are useless," Scout muttered as he walked fowards , the medalion held firmly in his beak.

"You're outgunned and outnumbered," Mew said, as he floated up right beside me. The Hypno was close to wetting itself by that time.

Scout glared it in the eyes and calmy said, "you have ten seconds, if you are still in my sight then we will come after you."

The Hypno didn't need to be told twice and legged it as though there were ghosts after it. Although, in a way, it was right. I heard a muffled cursing and turned round too see the two Rocket's tied up and gagged with vines, while being hung from a large treebranch.

"Well, whadda we do with them?" Mew said, patting his handiwork.

"Joanne'll be here soon, with the proper authorities. They'll deal with them. May I ask who you are?" Scout asked.

"I'm Flame's guardian angel," Mew laughed. Scout looked at me.

"He loves being cryptic," I shrugged.

"Yeah. But I am right. Flame here needed one, can't go more than a day without getting himself killed. Yeesh, even Kenny isn't that bad," Mew laughed

"Who?"

"Never mind."

"Wrong time, wrong place again?" I sighed

"Pretty much. I really need to show you that sometimes, somebody needs to understand my jokes."

"Okay," Scout said, looking confused, "what are you doing here? I presume this isn't a formal visit."

"Actually I just wanted to see what you were up too and clean up any messes between us, just incase I don't make it out of my current near death experiance intact."

"There are not any messes between us. I told you before that you had atoned for your mistakes, hell you've over atoned."

"Very honourable, ain't he," Mew laughed and patted Scout on the back, "anyway, we better be going. We've got a few more stops too make and I don't want to hang around longer than needed."