What Lance said was instantaneous.

Jasmine tensed up, chest tightening like a knot. Her mouth widened at his proposition. Was this real? The Champion of the Indigo League wanted to help raise Dratini? What she dealt with that night in Mahogany Town reached its endpoint. This felt like a feverish dream if she put it into words.

It wasn't.

"I see you're caught off guard," said Lance.

"I… don't know what to say…"

It wasn't right, a plethora of thoughts whispered how it was unjust. How could Lance settle for the time, with what she had learned? Was there any truth to his words? It just sounded so…

…impulsive. He had plenty of tasks lined up from his profession. Those duties deserved his allegiance, not this.

Lance thought otherwise. "I'm serious," he replied. "It doesn't bother me since I'm the one proposing it. I want to repay you back. In return, you must swear your secrecy. No one beyond the Pokémon League must know what you learned."

That would be part of the bargain. A secret she must keep. Jasmine had no interest in starting idle prattle anyway. She twiddled with the folds of her turquoise dress. "I… I wasn't planning on telling anyone but…"

"But?"

"Is… this truly what you want? I couldn't possibly allow you to – "

"I figured you would be hesitant." Lance edged over Jasmine, she shifted her footsteps in reverse. "Granted we don't know each other well, but that changes from here out. It's only fair after what you have done for me. If it bothers you that much, I won't be around constantly. Maybe once or twice a week. Just until things settle down. So please, I ask not as Champion, but as myself… let me."

He was firm with his reply, his gray eyes studying her. His lips locked in a frown through that low gaze. Jasmine's eyes darted elsewhere, agitated.

Lance pulled away. "Did I scare you?"

"Um…"

"My apologies, it wasn't my intention. I just…" His eyes went down to the floor. "…I want to make things right. That's why I made the offer. However…"

He peered back at her directly. "…I won't force you into it. I have no right to do that."

Jasmine conjured a reply, unable to speak when Lance gave her a folded note. "I'll give you time to think about it. Once you do, call me."

She opened it, there was a phone number written. She bit her lip, surveying the note. She thought she needed the time to contemplate Lance's proposal. Oddly, the answer came fast.

What could have been the reason? Jasmine didn't ponder much on it. From this conversation she had with Lance… she could feel his remorse. A persistent feeling that he was serious. He had just saved Janina, and she saw no reason if he was faking sincerity. He had offered help in the past before. Would it be wrong to decline it? It would be beneficial if she received tutelage from the Dragon Master. She could have done it alone, but with Lance around it would be easier. Not to mention, how much her baby dragon loved his company…

…she didn't want to take advantage, but the offer was tempting. Olivine City would be much safer if he was there too. Wait, was she… considering it?

Lance whistled for Garchomp. The hammerhead dragon appeared at his beck and call, bowing as his steed. It was time to return home, Lance mounted over his back.

"Wait!"

"Hm?" Lance peeked back.

"Um… you want to make things right," Jasmine responded. "…and you did save Janina. You seem honest with your intentions. I would appreciate help in raising Dratini…"

"Does that mean you will accept?" Lance asked.

Jasmine gripped the note in her hands. "…I suppose. If you truly want to repay me… then…"

There was a brief silence. Jasmine looked at him, determined. "…I accept… huh?"

Lance jumped out of his ride with a large grin. "It's a deal, thank you. Now then, what day works best for you so we can start training Dratini?"

"I'm free Wednesdays."

"Wednesdays? I could make that work. Very well, your phone, please."

"Wait, what?!" Jasmine was flabbergasted – her face flushed a bright crimson. "But I have your number on the note!"

"It would be better if we just exchanged our numbers here and now," said Lance, arching an eyebrow. "Unless… oh…"

The Gym Leader shyly presented her phone, and he laughed lightly. "Allow me to give you mine."

It was a brief exchange, Lance returned Jasmine's pokégear to her. "You are free to call me when needed. Especially when trouble arises. Just know I may not always be available. League duties and all."

"Okay." Jasmine traded his phone back. "My number is in there. Feel free to call… or text…"

"I'm not a big texter, but I'll consider it. Our first lesson will begin this Wednesday, Jasmine. I look forward to it." He flew off into the skies with Garchomp shortly after. Out of sight, Jasmine walked back to the Olivine Gym. Their meeting ended, both unaware of what was to come.

In time, they would find out.

The Dragon Holy Land remained blessed with its buoyant plains, rigid canyons, and fresh river streams. Plenty of wild pokémon roamed freely in their habitat. From jumpluffs bouncing in the meadow to flying butterfree spreading their pollen throughout the flowers. Its colors stretched throughout most of the land, gracing the plains with hues of yellow and orange.

Its most prominent residents were dragon pokémon that remained scattered about. The Blackthorn clan guaranteed the safety of their home. With Clair in power, she mandated every inch of the place was safely guarded against toxins. Every day, clan members inspected the area for any contamination from Dragon's Den. So far, it was clean. If any abnormal substances were detected, the area would be scorched down to the earth. It wasn't a measure the clan wanted to take, but in their hearts, they feared the worst. The holy land was a sanctuary for the dragons. If those toxins reached the holy land, it would lead to a major disaster. Perhaps, it was a punishment from the Gods. Clair could hear their hitched breaths deliver words of divine retribution. Panic within the clan rose.

They stayed vigilant, and Clair was going to protect the site they treasured deeply.

Especially for Tiamat.

She scowled when members of the International Police intruded Tiamat's territory. While the dragonite welcomed them warmly, she was tired. Clair marched up to them.

"Excuse me, but you must leave this place," She demanded. "Our Great Mother needs rest."

"Just give me some more time," Looker said. His fellow officers had scrambled around the plains, intimidating some clan members who cared for the ill dragons. "We just need some information."

"It's ridiculous that you believe someone from our clan secretly helped Team Rocket with the poisonings," Clair spat.

"I already told you, Clair. It's because we found traces of the toxins from the Ice Path that leave a trail to that ruined shop in Mahogany Town. We've also received reports of some shady business going on here. An anonymous tip told us it could have connections to the Blackthorn clan."

"You're insane! Do you realize who we are?! We are dragon tamers first and foremost! Do you know why Blackthorn City was built?! You dare question our purpose?!" Clair was yelling at the top of her lungs, but Looker kept his grounded stance.

"I never wish to accuse or demonize your people," he said. "We only have suspicions. That is what we do when we receive any new information on an ongoing case. We investigate. I'm sure if it's some baseless rumor it should be cleared up. Which thankfully, seems to be… we haven't found anything so far."

"Then why don't you go to the Ice Path and investigate there instead?!"

"We are."

"But you just said you found no evidence that our own clan is behind the poisonings! Do you think we would do such a thing to the dragon pokémon we care about and worship?! All of this is so pointless!"

"Easy there Miss Clair," Kaburagi interjected, pulling her aside. "I am sure everything will be cleared up as Agent Looker said."

"How can you be so calm about this, Kaburagi?!" Clair exclaimed, shoving his hand away. "I can't believe you're okay with the International Police barging in here because of some baseless claims! Grandfather almost had a heart attack when he found out!"

Her eyes darted back at Looker's. "You're lucky Lance isn't here. Otherwise, he would - !"

"Or else what? I am sure he would have understood." An older woman made her presence. She lifted up her sunglasses, revealing her dark red eyes. Her lips curved to a sly grin.

"Hall Matron Argenta?!" Kaburagi exclaimed.

"W – what?" Clair stammered. She was stunned by the Frontier Brain's cunning presence.

Argenta snickered. "You have quite an attitude, young Clair. No respect for your cousin's colleagues? After all the work he does, you should at least try to understand where Looker is coming from."

Looker intervened in Clair's defense. "Clair has every right to be upset – "

" – and what good does her outburst do for Lance? Or anyone else for that matter. It will only cause more panic. Must I mention that he is here?"

"He is?!" Clair cried out.

"Yes, he is with your Grandfather," Argenta explained. "They're at the Pokémon Center with a gabite he rescued from Team Rocket. The poor thing endured so much, at least they found the original trainer. He's on his way to Blackthorn as we speak."

"So our Master Lance has returned," Kaburagi said, relieved. "And with The Elder, I am sure they must have much to catch up on."

"As does someone else," Argenta said. Looker glanced at her.

"Ah… yes." Looker trailed off with his voice.

"Something the matter?"

"I'm no longer going to be in charge of this case. I'm being relocated to focus on what is happening in the Sinnoh region."

"What?" Kaburagi asked, surprised by the revelation. "But, what about this case?"

Argenta smiled, making a quick wink at the detective. "Oh, is someone else taking over? Do tell. Is it who I think it is?"

"Yes," Looker said, nodding. He paced away. "It will be her first solo mission. I'm a little worried, but Agent Triple Zero has so much confidence that she will succeed due to her extensive training. She may be Interpol's next brightest star. She's so intelligent and very dedicated to her role."

Argenta chuckled as she followed him, imagining how the new recruit would fare out. "Looks like Lance will have a wonderful ally in the upcoming weeks."

"I wonder who it is," Kaburagi remarked. Clair huffed, walking off to check on Tiamat. "Hopefully, not as intrusive."

Looker wandered to more a secluded section of the holy land. A small dense area surrounded by trees, he inspected for anyone else in the vicinity. It was clear. "Now that we're alone… I need to speak with you on something, Hall Matron."

Argenta sat on a nearby flat boulder, crossing her legs and folding her hands. "I'm listening."

Looker sat on an old log across from her. Patches of moss were growing over it along with some fungi, but he didn't care about its rugged state. "So, any updates about the mysterious renegade that has been terrorizing Team Rocket behind our backs? Have the G-Men found anything of value? I know you are mostly busy with cases involving pokémon directly…"

Argenta sighed. "Unfortunately not. This man is a crafty one, aside from some Team Rocket grunts we interrogated still claiming that man is Lance."

"The G-Men find that absurd, do they?" Looker asked.

"We have always worked in the shadows regarding crimes against pokémon," Argenta explained. "It's no surprise that we are known for some sly tactics… but this renegade is taking it a step too far. Capturing and arresting criminals is one thing. It's another to completely use brute force on them into submission to the law. Especially without government approval. It only makes us look like tyrants."

"I am aware Lance is a very intimidating man and a powerful trainer, but would he truly go to such lengths? He is always so respectful and professional. He has done work for us with diligence. It would be natural he would acquire many enemies trying to defame him, given his position as Champion."

Argenta arched an eyebrow. "So you find what the Team Rocket grunts are saying… hogwash? Is that why you haven't interrogated Lance fully?"

"Criminals are often cowardly and superstitious. They will pit the blame on anything, especially on the law we work so hard to protect," Looker answered.

"What if there is truth to it? What happens then?"

"Do you want it to be, true? Argenta?"

"Of course not. I hold great respect for Lance. He is such an honorable man. After all, he trained with me for a while. I owe a lot to the people of Blackthorn City. It's a wonderful place in Johto and it saddens me what has happened."

She uncrossed her legs, pulling down her shades. Looker could barely see her eyes narrowing behind them. "However, we never truly know a person. Perhaps it is due to my many years of working in the G-Men that I have become skeptical of people. I have witnessed some betrayals beforehand. That is why I would keep a close eye... when I can that is."

"I see. Very well, even if we don't completely believe it we shouldn't rule it out. I will be sure to tell my successor about this, I'm sure she will figure out what to do from there. I've been so behind on this case, I've been mostly in the Sinnoh region this past week. It does not help Lance got into some training accident, so little progress was made."

"Is that why he has been absent?"

"Kaburagi explained everything to me. He had been out due to an injury, I didn't have time to see him when I was called back to the Sinnoh region. Now that he is back, we can catch up." Looker picked himself up from the log. "We will catch that vigilante, Argenta. While I detest criminals, I cannot allow an outlaw to interfere with our work while ignoring the law. He may believe what he is doing right, but he is wrong."

He placed his hands into his pockets as he left the trees. "Who is he to determine what is just? No better than the criminals we go against."

Argenta stayed behind, a sublime smile escaped her lips. She said to herself, "The law isn't always correct, there is always a reason behind a renegade. Perhaps because… we may be failing the very thing we swore to protect."

Later in the afternoon, Kaburagi reached the estate of Lance. He tapped a door. His other hand held a tray of food, he had prepared dinner. The attendant presumed he was in his private quarters. The long day and reunion with his Grandfather must have tired him out.

No response, he knocked again. "Master Lance, I am coming in." He slid the door open and entered.

The living room was empty when he stepped into the tatami mats, but the lights were on. He went into the bedroom, untouched. From the orderly bed to the neatly shelved books over the bedstand. Kaburagi scrolled his eyes over the wall scrolls and paintings around the room, mostly of dragons and tales from the Blackthorn clan. Yet, he was looking for a key element here.

He found the first clue. The bonsai tree was recently watered, something Kaburagi would generally do in Lance's absence. "So, you are here."

He set the tray down on the low table nearby and moved to the right. He stood in front of another door next to the closet. He had found it. There was a wall scroll containing a painting of a mountain. If the scroll was flipped to the other side where it contained a serpent being slain by a warrior, then it would indicate Lance wasn't here. It was a secret code regarding his presence nearby.

Kaburagi was one of the few who had access to this point. He opened the door that contained a closet full of Lance's capes, only for that to be a cover-up. He looked up at the ceiling where the light was off and the pull cord below it. This was the tricky part, it was too high within reach. Luckily, Lance always left a stool in the closet. Using it, Kaburagi managed to pull the chain, triggering the lights. He tugged it to the right, pushing the wall to his left. It opened up a passageway, which he went through before the wall slid back into its original place. The passageway was dimly lit, with statues of various dragon pokémon on each side. It was similar to the Champion room back at Indigo Plateau but lacked drapery and a carpet. Kaburagi deduced that Lance wanted to keep this secret passageway minimalist.

When the attendant reached the end of the hall, there was a final door. He slid it open.

"Master Lance, your dinner is ready." Kaburagi made a bow out of courtesy in front of the desk chair he encountered. It spun around, revealing the Champion leaning back against the chair's leather. His hand resting under his chin.

He had been in deep thought from staring at the computer screen on the desk. He welcomed his attendant with a small nod.

"Be sure to eat it. Otherwise, it will get cold," Kaburagi said. "I made brown rice with barely, topped with cooked shrimp. With curry on the side and a boiled egg, left it in the main room as always."

"Thank you, Kaburagi."

"Of course, Master Lance. You must be hungry if you have been cooped up in here. While we're at it, it's time for your physical checkup."

Lance rose out of his chair, passing by Kaburagi and sitting on the exam table at the corner. This space was Kaburagi's own private infirmary. He unclasped the buttons of his cape before Kaburagi unzipped the jumpsuit. "Right…"

Kabruagi examined his open chest covered in bandages. "Hm, I see no inflammation, that's good. You have been changing the bandages and keeping it clean… excellent."

Lance sighed. "Of course, I don't want any infection."

"To remind you how important it is, I am sure you heard the tale of what happened to your grandfather at your age?"

"Oh no. Kaburagi, I don't think I want to hear it – "

"Back when wrestling with pokémon was popular mid-last century, your grandfather participated in several matches. One of his opponents was a haxorus almost twice his size! Well, his first mistake was trying to fight with such a beast! Near mid-match, his back got pierced by one of its tusks. Of course, that marked the end of his wrestling career. Unfortunately, he did not take care of that tunneling wound. It got so infec – "

" – Kaburagi, you made your point. I don't want to hear about it anymore," Lance interrupted, face wrinkling in disgust.

"Just a cautionary tale," Kaburagi said, chuckling. "Can you believe it is still practiced? I hear the Unova region holds matches. The Gym Leader of Opelucid City is quite fond of it…"

"It's still practiced here, just underground."

"How do you know that?"

Lance stayed silent. Kaburagi's eyes widened in response. He groaned. "You're just like your Grandfather…"

"It was only for a little while…" Lance prattled, prying a small smirk.

"You're such a source of my stress levels," Kaburagi muttered, finishing up the physical exam. "Well, I see no complications. You can resume your physical activities. Although, I hope you aren't going on another major mission soon…"

"Not to worry Kaburagi, I plan to lay low for now." Lance dressed, his arms slipped into the jumpsuit's sleeves.

"My, this is a surprise. What gives?"

"There has been a change in plans. Before I start, do you have some information you wish to disclose to me?"

"Ah, yes. Of course. Well… I am not sure if you know… but the reason why… you're even here is – "

Lance clasped the buttons on his cape, giving the finishing touch. " – I know. I spoke with Jasmine."

"I was hoping you would."

"I learned what Team Rocket was planning. They were after me, Kaburagi. Everything that happened that night was revenge for stopping their Radio Tower plans. They're not backing down, even without Giovanni they will continue operations. They're that insane."

"It never is easy to completely wipe out power from a large organization as Team Rocket. The main leader may have stepped down, but his influence remains that the foolish men eat it up like candy."

"Then my mission is not over." Lance approached the computer on his desk, staring at the documents from the bright screen.

Kaburagi followed. "What do you plan to do now, Master Lance? I am sure Agent Looker told you the details of his visit earlier. That we have a possible traitor in our midst?"

"It's just a rumor, but I did speak with Grandfather about it. The Blackthorn clan has dealt with power struggles from time to time. I do trust most – if not, all the members of our clan. However, Interpol's visit today disturbs me. Grandfather told me that during his time, he had exiled several members after an attempted coup."

"Ah yes… I remember. It was a dark time during my youth. Such horrible people, acted like spoiled children because your grandfather didn't concede to their demands. He tried to be diplomatic but it wasn't enough. They wanted more than the plot of land they were given and main control of the Blackthorn Gym."

"They were foolish to try," Lance grumbled. "I suppose the greed ran over their heads. Kaburagi, I want you to stay vigilant. If you see any suspicion, you are to tell me right away. Our clan's stability must remain intact. Grandfather has enough pressure given the current circumstances. I worry it may affect his health."

"As you wish. Ah, did Agent Looker tell you he was stepping down from our case? Someone else is taking over."

Lance nodded. During their short meeting, several questions were given about his whereabouts. He had studied Looker's inquires, he did not appear suspicious, just worried. He still placed trust, he hadn't caught on yet. With him leaving, that would leave a dent. Lance had to be careful with his successor.

Kaburagi asked, "Do you worry they could interfere with your own plans? Unless you will work with them – "

" – I'll deal with them when we meet, but for now – I want to focus on something else."

"What is it?"

Lance chuckled. "My next mission. It is something beyond my usual routine. I am to be a father."

Jasmine felt the days go faster than the changing of the ocean's tides. Mornings had the routine of her cooking breakfast. Myron would indulge in the tasty dish his granddaughter made while she would savor a cup of coffee. Never bitter, sweetened with a flavored creamer of her liking. Today, the tradition was broken.

Myron didn't mind. He would make his own breakfast if he had to. It would only be on Wednesdays anyway, Jasmine hadn't given the explicit amount of details. Only she would train and raise Dratini with tutelage and assistance. Had she found a teacher during her trip to Blackthorn City? He was curious but happy for his granddaughter. Jasmine had waved goodbye before she left the house. She ran into the streets with her handbag strapped to her shoulder. She clutched her pokégear with her right hand.

It was last night that she received a call from Lance to confirm their meeting. It was short, but one question he asked remained.

"Are you nervous?"

She admitted she was, and he laughed. He was calm on the phone, promising that he would go easy on the first day. Which she found surprising, given his general imposing demeanor she thought he would be strict. In fact, that was one of the leading reasons for her nervousness. She didn't want to leave a bad impression if she was going to work with Lance now. He was the Champion. He also placed faith, due to her own knowledge and expertise on pokémon she would succeed.

"But I have no experience with dragon-type pokémon…"

Jasmine turned right on the corner of the road. Olivine Gym was only a block away. That was their meeting place, a perfect one due to its closure on Wednesdays. No distractions.

"Experience or not, I assure you… you will do fine, Jasmine. I will be there to help you if you need it. After all, we will be sharing the responsibility."

Only a few steps away, Jasmine's feet raced through the concrete. She grabbed the keys to the gym. Lance had to be at the entrance, waiting. She couldn't be late.

At the doors stood no one. Jasmine stopped and skimmed around. She looked at the time on her phone. Two minutes until six in the morning. Had she arrived first?

"Pleasant morning, Jasmine."

She shrieked from the surprise voice, her hair almost rising. Behind, Lance stood with his cape covering the rest of his build. "Olivine is certainly chilly in the morning. Luckily my cape keeps me warm – "

"You scared me!" Jasmine exclaimed.

"I did? Was it my cape?" Lance pushed it toward his back. "It makes me look intimidating, does it?"

"Um…"

"My apologies. Just know it's part of my fashion sense. I know people can find it off-putting..."

"It's not that, it's just you came out of nowhere."

"I was trying to make a grand entrance... well, there goes that. Ah, pay it no mind. Anyway, are you ready? There's no turning back from here. Let's give it all we got for Dratini."

There was no backing out, Jasmine had agreed to the deal. Starting now, was a new chapter in her pokémon's life. "Yes."

The doors to the gym opened. Jasmine turned on the lights before leading Lance to the main battlefield. It stood, clean and prepped. No obstacles or a trace of debris or trash. Even the dirt wasn't dry, devoid of cracks.

"I made sure it was ready for this event," Jasmine said.

"It looks great. Here, I would like to give you this." Lance presented a small brown book to her. Jasmine accepted the gift, eyebrows arching as she read its title.

"Taming The Beast - A Guide Into The Hearts of Dragons," she read. "By, Uther."

"I figured it would be appropriate given the circumstances. It is a very popular book for dragon tamers and masters alike. I highly recommend you read it to get more insight into dragon pokémon," Lance explained. "Do take care of it, it's a personal treasure of mine. I trust you will."

"Oh, of course." It made sense. Jasmine could see the creased folds of the cover and yellowed pages from years of usage.

"Uther was one the earliest dragon trainers in history," said Lance. "He is known as The First Dragon Master. I've come to read much of his work, a fascinating man if I say so myself."

"I see, I will definitely give it a read in my spare time." Jasmine placed the book into her bag to keep it safe.

"Excellent. Now, will you bring out Dratini? I'm sure he would like to come out."

"Okay." Jasmine pulled out dratini's capsule, tossing it into the air. "Come out, Dratini!"

The burst of white light sent out the sleepy dragon – eyes widening when he saw Lance. Dratini trilled, eyes glistening with happiness. He jumped into Lance's arms, now under a warm embrace by the Dragon Master. "Haha, it's been a while!"

Dratini nuzzled around his chest, he had missed Lance greatly. In fact, he had no idea he was coming today! It was a dream come true, so much he was under a trance of euphoria. Hopefully, Lance would stick around much longer.

"He likes you a lot," Jasmine remarked.

"I can tell," Lance said merrily. "Very friendly, how have you been Dratini? Doing well, I hope?"

Dratini cooed, before sliding into his shoulder. "I take that as a yes. Jasmine?"

"Yes?"

"Before we begin, I figure it is in my best interest to understand… what is your goal for Dratini?"

Jasmine blinked. "My goal? Well, originally I wanted to raise a new pokémon to use for contests. That is why I made the trade."

"Pokémon Contests? I see. That's certainly an interesting path he could take. I'm not well versed in that but I have seen them live before. Not too many dragon pokémon compete in those."

"Do you think he could do it?"

"That depends," Lance replied, supplying head pats to Dratini. "He may or may not like it, and you might have to think of an alternative. However, I don't want to discourage you. I have no expertise in contests. So I will only provide the basics of training dragon types. If you ever decide to go in competitive battling, then I will gladly go much further."

"No, just contests for now."

"Very well, then we'll keep things simple. You know, I believe the reason for the lack of dragon pokémon in contests is due to their difficulty to train – many trainers lose patience. Contests are more for showing a pokémon's moves than power, correct?"

"Yes, but battling can happen during contests. Mostly in the second round," Jasmine said.

"True, but from my observation… it's not the battle itself that matters – rather the execution. The style and elegance when your pokémon performs. That is what judges look for, I believe. Dragon pokémon prefer a competition of power."

"Yes, that is very true. Um, maybe you can help Dratini learn some unique moves?"

"Absolutely. Has he learned any moves recently?"

Jasmine told the truth. While she gave Dratini plenty of attention, such as grooming, feeding, and playing – he had been quite sheltered, away from the sport of combat. "I haven't brought out him to battle yet. I just thought it too early since he is still so young…"

"While it's true that you should let a baby pokémon adjust to their surroundings, I say Dratini has had enough time." Lance handed him back to Jasmine. "He's ready."

The Gym Leader observed the Champion with a small piece of chalk. Lance set a straight line in front of his feet. He kneeled down and took out a bag of crunchy snacks. Opening it, he set a piece of the treat down. "Let's start easy."

He called out, "Jasmine, have him come over!"

"Right!" Jasmine set down her pokémon. "Dratini, Lance wants you. Go ahead now." The baby dragon slithered toward him, Lance halted when he reached the line. His request was ignored – Dratini went over the line and ate the treat. Lance frowned over his mischief. "No, no. You're supposed to stop right before the line."

Seeing the disappointment, Dratini's head went down. Lance made a small pat to console him. "It's all right. Let's try again, go back to Jasmine."

Dratini listened, going back. Lance placed another piece down. "All right, and go!"

"Again Dratini," Jasmine ordered. Dratini went across the distance between the two. He remembered to stop at the line, hoping he did it right this time. Lance smiled at the obeyed command. "Impressive! Good job, Dratini." He gave the snack as a reward, in which Dratini happily munched it.

"Let's change the distance." Lance erased the line and made a new one, farther than the last. "And... go!"

Jasmine watched her Dratini comply with Lance's demand – slowly reaching the next stop. He was greeted with affection and another treat. "Okay, another try! This time, with Jasmine."

She was ordered a few steps back, Jasmine then drew a line on the field with her sandal. She kneeled down, clapping her thighs. "Come here, Dratini!"

Dratini slid again, Lance urged him to speed up. "Go a little faster Dratini. Just a bit." He picked up the pace, Lance encouraged him with gentle praises. "That's it, good boy!"

The pokémon encountered Jasmine at the finish line, receiving a hug as a reward. "You did wonderfully!"

"Here," Lance said, handing over another munchy. "For Dratini."

"For you sweetie," Jasmine said kindly. Dratini took another bite of the crispy snack, pleased. He couldn't get enough of the delicious treat.

"Time to pick up the pace," Lance declared. He went across midway the battlefield and drew another white line. "Dratini – I want you to do it again but faster. Can you do it?"

"Dra!" Dratini turned around and moved swiftly – only to feel fatigued near the end. "Oh, are you tired Dratini? Was it too much?"

The pokémon whined.

"Okay, let me lessen the gap. Jasmine, will you?"

"Of course." Jasmine drew another line. This time with less space. Shortly after, Dratini was able to make the race. No complications.

"Excellent!" Lance cheered. "Do you wanna try going a longer distance again?"

Dratini made a quick nod, and Lance put the challenge up to the test. The pokémon managed to make the next race feasible. More rounds would continue. In each, Dratini's speed rose. He was pushing himself on these long-distance races.

Eventually, Lance stood next to Dratini. Jasmine was on the other side behind the line. "Now, let's see who can reach Jasmine first. And… go!"

Dratini did his best, shuffling quickly while Lance sprinted. In the first round, he won. Dratini pouted, Lance sensed a competitive side to the pokémon. He didn't seem to take a loss well and slid back to the beginning. He wanted to try again. Lance laughed, making his way back to the starting line. "All right, prove that you can beat me! Jasmine, will you do the honors?"

Jasmine nodded. "Yes. One, two, three, go!"

This second round brought a change. Dratini was slithering faster than anticipated, he made it a few seconds before Lance arrived.

Lance took the defeat. "You had bested me, Dratini. Well done."

Jasmine wondered about the purpose behind the training. Was Lance testing Dratini on certain abilities?

"Let's take a small break," Lance announced. Dratini cooed and rubbed against his boots lovingly. "You're still filled with energy, are you? Must have been those treats!"

"I think I know what you are doing," Jasmine mumbled, approaching them.

"Speed and endurance are important in a pokémon battle," explained Lance. "I wanted to see how Dratini fared in that, we're starting out with how his abilities fare in general. I say he has great potential and is a fast learner. This will serve him well when he enters contests."

A clever move. "So I was right," Jasmine said. "I appreciate this."

"It's part of the deal. Now I want to focus on his attack power, a training doll should do the trick. A simple tackle or bite should be enough. Best to minimize stress before we move to more advanced moves."

"I assume learning dragon moves won't happen for a while?"

"Correct. It's best to have him learn easier moves first. With dragon-type pokemon, you don't want to rush them. Patience is key. I am sure that principle applies to many other types as well. With dragons – if they learn advanced moves prematurely they may not be able to control their power. That would be dangerous."

"I see," Jasmine said. "With steel types, they also take their time but because of their high defense, they can tank so many hard-hitting moves when young. The learning curve is easier."

"That is quite the difference," Lance remarked.

"I am very eager to see what you have in store for Dratini."

Lance snorted, delighted by her subtle excitement. "Easy now, Jasmine. We have to take it slow."

The next set of training involved using a clefairy doll as target practice. Jasmine quietly watched Lance set it a few meters away from her pokémon. "Dratini, your task is to sprint and hit this doll as hard as you can," he said. "Ready?"

Dratini was pumped, chirping before slithering fast toward the doll. Once in reach, he tackled the doll with his head - knocking it a few spaces away. A soft blow.

"Let's go again." Lance picked up Dratini and set him in the prior spot. "This time, put more energy. Go!"

Dratini rushed toward the doll, swinging it with his tail across the battlefield with extra force. The clefairy doll was launched farther away. Jasmine covered her mouth in surprise. Lance's eyes narrowed.

Such power, he thought, walking towards the thrown doll. He brought it back into its position, then nodded at Dratini for another round.

At first glance, Dratini appeared the same as in previous rounds. Then came a great change of speed – he transformed into a blue blur and went in different directions. Dratini knocked the doll hard with his tail, slamming it against the gym's wall. The doll was torn in half, impossible to sow back together when its stuffing fluttered down to the floor. Jasmine was astonished by the end result. "Wow, that was amazing!"

There was no comment from Lance. He stood silent with widened eyes. No, that can't be… that was….

The quick flash of speed, the piercing force… it was impossible. Utterly unthinkable that Dratini had just done the move extreme speed. That was a move rarely seen, only a few pokémon can perform it. The Dragonite line generally wasn't one of them. The only way they could, would be through selective breeding and special tutelage by a dragon tamer. Unless…

…who traded Jasmine this dratini? She said he was traded. If so, then who traded it? Lance was starting to be lost in his thoughts, mind wandering to any sort of explanation. There was only one that was plausible…

…his thoughts interrupted Jasmine called out his name.

Lance bopped his head up.

"Everything all right?" Jasmine asked.

"Ah, yes… everything is fine."

"That move he just did… he learned it, did he?"

"Yes, that was… extreme speed…" His tone sounded frigid, averse to saying the move's name.

"Extreme speed? Wow, I've heard only a select few pokémon can do that! Did you hear that Dratini, you learned a very special move!" She picked up Dratini and twirled around, giggling. This was a remarkable achievement! "Oh, this is wonderful! You should be so proud!"

While Jasmine and Dratini engaged in their celebration, Lance's eyes darkened. He should be joining the fun but felt something was off. A gut feeling told him to be suspicious of the origin of this particular dratini. More so when his mind became entangled with faint memories, like glass shards trying to piece themselves back whole.

He could trace it back to several months ago, there was egg that was under the protection of a female dragonite. Next, he remembered another – a male twice her size. Lance could recreate the water droplets that hit his injured body. The dragonite's eyes struggled to keep open as he strained his broken wings to fly under the dreaded storm. Even when the Dragon Master commanded his own dragonite to stop him – he managed to break free with his rage and flew off.

It would be the last time Lance saw him alive.

He wondered why the memory came now. No, there couldn't be any relation to that. He could trick himself into believing otherwise, but his wary nature would fight back at full force - it would cost him in the end. But there was no evidence, that was his escape from arguing with himself any further. He made a feeble smile, brushing off his sentiments.

"Congratulations."

The morning went fast due to the training. Dratini had excelled with speed and power. By afternoon, there was a test for defense and agility – in which Dratini was tasked to react to certain elements and evade them. Jasmine was more than happy to have Magnemite out on the field throwing out thunderbolts. Electricity was one typing Lance had recommended.

"Since he is part of the dragonite line, he must learn to deal with electricity," he said. "It will be crucial when he evolves."

Dratini was swift, evading most lightning strikes. Lance contemplated on what to pull next. "Does your magnemite know thunder wave, Jasmine?"

"Yes, wait – do you want Magnemite to - ?"

"Absolutely."

"But are you sure?" Jasmine asked. "Won't it put more pressure? Oh, wait! He has the shed skin ability, he should be able to shake it off rather quickly!"

"Exactly, but don't rely on that completely," Lance added.

"All right, Magnemite... use thunder wave!"

Magnemite shot out a weak jolt of electricity toward his opponent. To Dratini's advantage – his speed rescued him and avoided the attack.

Lance surmised on Dratini's movements. "I have a feeling he might have a natural talent for speed. It's almost as if it is second nature."

"I can feel it too," Jasmine said. "Perhaps I can have him learn moves that help his strengths during contests."

"I see you're thinking of potential strategies. Quite bold of you when we just started, but admirable."

"Huh? Oh, I am sorry if I am getting ahead of myself! I know I should ask for your input - "

Lance made a hearty laugh. "No, no. Please, don't be ashamed. I am interested in whatever you come up with, Jasmine. If anything it shows how serious you are with this. I appreciate that."

Jasmine timidly accepted the compliment. "All right, if you say so." It was certainly nerve-racking given she had barely been this close to the Champion until this point. She didn't want to make a fool out of herself. Even so, Lance didn't care as he resorted back to watching Dratini's training. He was keenly focused on that.

Somehow, she smiled over it.

The growth Dratini showed was immense from the training cycles throughout the day. By later in the evening, Lance decided he would be ready to face another pokémon. That proposition never came. Dratini was too fatigued and rested on Jasmine's lap. He was curled up, fast asleep.

"I think he should rest from here out," Jasmine said. She placed gentle strokes on her pokemon's curled body. "My poor Dratini… he worked so hard today."

"He certainly made much progress. I can't say I am disappointed," said Lance. "He is showing so much potential."

"I'm glad." The amount of happiness Jasmine felt for Dratini's accomplishments throughout today was shown through her wide grin.

"And it's only the first day," Lance reminded, poking out a smile. "Just imagine what else he will achieve in the near future."

"I agree." Jasmine rose up, keeping Dratini close in her arms. Lance followed suit, meeting up to her level.

"Do… you want to wrap things up?" She inquired.

"Yes, I believe we got enough training for today." Lance pressed his fingers against the dragon's head, leaving gentle caresses. "Maybe next time we can add some leisure activities too."

"I think Dratini would like that."

Not long after did they depart the gym, now locked and shut down until tomorrow. Jasmine would resort back to her duties as Gym Leader. Yet, she felt her heart was heavy... not even thinking about tomorrow. The sun had already set as the stars began to seep into the night sky.

She wanted to go back, to turn the clock back to six in the morning. To relive it all over again. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she enjoyed today. A warm feeling of bliss over the accomplishments made. Dratini was finally beginning to grow, and she couldn't have done it without...

...he was right there. Next to her, so ended the first day. This deal was off to a good start.

Lance looked up at the starry sky with a grin. "Ah, it's been a while since I've seen some constellations."

He would be leaving Olivine City soon. They would see each other next week. That was the plan, right? She wondered if Dratini could wait that long. Wait, could she?

"Oh, how lovely," She commented, gazing above. "They're so beautiful..."

Lance made a nod. "Agreed, I am very pleased that they are visible here. Seems the light pollution is less, much better forecast here than in Goldenrod City."

"Yes, you can see the Milky Way if you head to the beach. Many people love going there for stargazing."

"Ah, fascinating. I will have to take a trip there myself sometime."

"I highly recommend it... ah! I can't believe it!" Jasmine traced the outline of connected stars. "That is one of my favorites. Do… you know the legend?"

It took several seconds for Lance to figure it out. He was surprised. "That's… the constellation of Draco…"

"Yes, when I was younger my father and I would often go stargazing. He told me the story of Draco one night. I was fascinated with it for a long time."

"I see. So, you know the story as well. It's very famous in Blackthorn, I am glad it expanded to the rest of Johto."

There was a short pause, Jasmine broke the silence after.

"They say that Draco is always watching over the earth. Do… you believe that?" She asked quietly.

Lance focused his gaze on the constellation.

"It may be a myth but… yes…" He admitted softly.

"I always said to myself that one day I would like to name a pokémon after it… ah!"

"What is it?"

"I think… I figured out a new name for Dratini!" Jasmine exclaimed. Lance raised an eyebrow.

"Draco, I want to name him Draco," she confessed. "It fits him, don't you think?"

Lance glanced at Dratini, still sleeping soundly under his trainer's arms. He shrugged. "I suppose."

"I know it's not the most original name… but I get to make a childhood wish come true. I hope you… don't mind."

"Not at all," Lance replied, smiling gently. "It's a nice name."

"In that case… it is settled." Jasmine tightened her grip on Dratini, kissing his forehead. "Your name will be Draco."

She faced Lance again. "I cannot thank you enough for the opportunity, Lance. I have come to learn a lot too, even if Draco was the one training. Truly… I am grateful for everything today."

Of course, he should take the gratitude, but Lance had a different stance on the matter. "That's nice of you Jasmine, but… you really shouldn't be thanking me."

"How could I not? You have decided to help raise and train my pokémon. You deserve such credit – "

" – no, if anything… I don't think I ever gave a proper thank you for you saving my life."

Jasmine blinked. "Huh? Oh… well, I did it because it was the right thing to do. I couldn't possibly leave you behind."

"You still risked your life, for my sake," Lance argued. "That's why I can't fully accept your gratitude, I want to own up for what I have done. I will ensure the best for Draco for as long as I can."

Jasmine giggled at his modesty. "Hehe, you are quite hard on yourself, are you?"

"What?"

She explained, "Listen, it's true that I got into your private affairs. I know you never intended that – but you shouldn't let that drag you down. If anything, just know your secret is safe with me."

"Jasmine…"

"If you trust me that is, we still don't know each other… quite well..."

"That's fair, but I do give you the benefit of the doubt. It's just… there is a weight of guilt that I can't shake off. It shouldn't have happened to begin with. I'm sorry."

"I understand. Um… how about this? I know we made a deal but, perhaps I would like to add to it…"

Lance folded his arms, puzzled over this new ordeal. "I am listening."

Jasmine revealed, "I want you to strive the best you can be. For Draco's sake. Even if you feel indecisive, please… keep doing what is best."

It took several moments for Lance to digest what he heard. He couldn't even look away… wait, was she smiling? It was odd, he felt less… tense. As if something was lifted off his shoulders. He could have argued that it wasn't enough to atone for what he did, but suddenly no words came out. Instead, his eyes softened after observing that delicate smile Jasmine had.

Perhaps, he can rest easy… just a bit.

"You have my word, Jasmine."

A/N: Erm, long time no see. I hope you have been doing well. There are a couple of things I want to explain about this chapter.

First, Looker mentioned someone named Agent Triple Zero... you probably know who that is if you played Gen 7. If not, you will soon enough.

Second, Lance has his own personal Batcave and I am not ashamed - ahem, pardon me. Lance's private estate has a secret office that he uses for his G-Men work. As for the hidden passageway... I took inspiration from ninja houses during Feudal Japan with a modern twist. I figured since Lance is so secretive with his work, he would have a similar layout.

Third, regarding the wall scroll paintings Kaburagi encountered in Lance's room. It is his secret message to Kaburagi on whether he is available or not. As for the paintings themselves, the warrior slaying the serpent is supposed to represent Lance when he is away... an odd way to convey it. But I based it on the story of Susanoo and Yamata no Orochi. An ancient Japanese tale of a man who goes on a long journey and ultimately saves a princess from a monstrous serpent/dragon. It's a great tale of heroism and achieving greatness - something Lance sees himself doing whenever he goes on missions. Hence, why he uses that painting. It's a popular story in Japan too.

On the flip side - the painting of the mountain means he is available. The mountain painting represents calmness. No battles or crime fighting, just peace and freedom. This one was largely influenced by the paintings of Hokusai, a famous Japanese artist of the Edo period. If you are familiar with the painting - "The Great Wave off Kanagawa", that is his most famous work.

Finally, the book Jasmine was given. The author's name is Uther - which yes, I'll admit I got it from Uther Pendragon. The father of King Arthur, who is known for being an important literary figure in Medieval Times, especially with the Knights of The Round Table. Pendragon means "high commander" (figuratively) and "head dragon" but I went with just Uther. I figured it would be appropriate name-wise for a Dragon Master of ancient times.

By this point in reading the story... you probably have figured out that I like to make historical references.