A/N: Welcome to the start of the last part of this trilogy. I know I didn't take a long break to start writing this but I couldn't stop it from needing to be written down as soon as I could. There is a bullet point of things but this has more room to be more fluid as a story especially since this will primarily be a story about Kieran with some intermittent pop-ins from this story's trio. I hope you all will enjoy this conclusion story. This story is rated T for adult themes and swearing no there will not be intimate moments like in previous stories. As per usual I do not own any bit of Pokemon this is all just a story in my head.

The golden rays of the morning sun painted the sky above in a brilliant tapestry of colors as they gently caressed the landscape surrounding the airport, not far from the quaint town of Pallet. The air crackled with excitement and anticipation, mirroring the energy that buzzed within the hearts of trainers and travelers alike, all gathered to embark on new adventures in the vast world of Pokemon.

As one approached the airport, a sprawling complex of modern architecture stood proud against the backdrop of lush green hills. The sleek lines and towering glass windows allowed natural light to flood the terminal, illuminating the bustling scene within. Pokemon trainers from all walks of life, adorned in colorful attire and carrying their trusted companions in Pokeballs, weaved through the throng of people, their faces alight with determination and wonder.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the subtle aroma of travel, creating an inviting atmosphere in the bustling waiting area. The sounds of animated conversations, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter, filled the air, blending harmoniously with the soft hum of engines and the occasional announcement over the intercom, guiding passengers to their destinations.

Uniformed airport staff, with their friendly smiles and air of professionalism, guided travelers to the various check-in counters. Behind the counters, the clicking of keyboards and the rustling of papers created a symphony of efficiency as staff members swiftly processed boarding passes and checked baggage. Colorful screens displaying flight information dotted the walls, serving as beacons of guidance for the eager adventurers.

Through the expansive glass windows, the runway stretched out like a ribbon of possibility, shimmering under the morning sunlight. A majestic jet, adorned with the iconic symbol of the Pokemon League, stood proud at one end of the runway, its engines humming softly as it awaited its passengers. Its polished exterior glistened, reflecting the vibrant hues of the surrounding landscape, an emblem of the extraordinary journeys that awaited those who stepped aboard.

Outside, on the tarmac, a flurry of activity unfolded. Ground crew members scurried about, their reflective vests glinting as they ensured the smooth departure of each aircraft. Luggage carts zipped by, laden with bags of all shapes and sizes, while fuel trucks refueled the waiting planes, their engines rumbling with anticipation.

In the distance, a flock of Pidgey soared gracefully through the cerulean sky, their wings casting fleeting shadows on the tarmac. The melody of their chirps intermingled with the distant calls of other Pokemon, creating a symphony of nature's soundtrack, a reminder that the wild wonders of the Pokemon world were never far away.

As the clock neared departure time, the final boarding call echoed through the terminal, punctuated by the excited chatter of trainers and travelers rushing to their gates. With hearts brimming with hope, dreams, and the unwavering spirit of adventure, they stepped onto the plane, ready to traverse new horizons, forge unbreakable bonds, and create their own tales of triumph and friendship in the enchanting world of Pokemon.

Amongst the lively throng of people was Kieran, an almost mirror image of the younger Ash Ketchum. The boy's sapphire eyes sparkled with anticipation, a hint of impatience swirling in their depths. His tuft of unruly black hair, strikingly similar to his father's, bounced lightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, an action that conveyed his growing impatience.

Kieran's attire of choice was a cozy burgundy long-sleeved sweater, a pair of somewhat oversized black joggers, and fashionable sneakers bearing the distinguished Pokemon League emblem. Even though his wardrobe mirrored the casual comfort his father had often opted for, it was elevated with the addition of the league's logo - a proud statement of his aspirations.

By his side stood the one and only, Ash Ketchum, now President of the Pokemon League, and his faithful Pikachu. Ash, looking at his son, saw a reflection of his past self, an aspiring Pokemon trainer full of dreams and passion, waiting to take on the world. Pikachu, now a veteran of countless battles, squeaked in approval at the sight of the young hopeful.

Today was the day before Kieran's tenth birthday, the customary age for starting a journey as a Pokemon trainer. His older sister, Skye, was due to meet them at the airport. Together, they would embark on a flight to Pallet Town where Kieran would receive his first Pokemon from none other than Professor Gary Oak, a revered figure in the Pokemon world.

However, Skye was nowhere to be found, and Kieran's impatience began to grow. Each minute felt like an eternity as he fidgeted, his gaze alternating between the airport's ticking clock and the entrance doors.

"Where's Skye?" Kieran murmured, his anticipation mingling with a thread of anxiety. Little did he know that his journey was about to begin, a journey filled with thrilling battles, friendly rivals, and a showdown with the notorious Team Rocket. His quest to be the greatest Pokemon Master of all time was just about to commence.

Misty, noticing the subtle shift in Kieran's demeanor, gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I know you're worried about Charlie," she started, offering him a gentle smile. "But remember, he's dealing with what happened in Akala. It's not his fault he got controlled by the King of Pokelantis' spirit."

Kieran nodded, but his gaze remained distant, a clear sign of his concern for Charlie, Skye's boyfriend, who had been embroiled in a complex situation. It was a mature worry for such a young boy, a sign that Kieran's empathy stretched beyond his years.

At this, Ash leaned over, ruffling Kieran's hair in a comforting gesture that had always brought him solace in his youth. "We'll get through this," he reassured, his gaze meeting Kieran's. "And tomorrow is a big day for you. Let's focus on the exciting things ahead, alright?"

Kieran managed a small smile, appreciating the comfort his father and mother provided. His adventure was about to begin, an adventure that promised friendships, exhilarating battles, and a quest to outshine even Team Rocket.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the airport, Pikachu's ears suddenly perked up. His electric eyes quickly locked onto a familiar sight in the crowd - a head of vibrant red-orange hair that could only belong to one person. "Pika-Pika!" he squeaked excitedly, pointing with a small paw.

Kieran, following Pikachu's gaze, spotted his older sister Skye emerging from the throng of passengers. A wide grin spread across his face as he made a beeline towards her. "Skye!" he called, his young voice cutting through the airport noise.

Skye's face lit up as she saw her family, her eyes crinkling as she smiled broadly. Despite the struggles she faced alongside Charlie in Akala over the past years, seeing her family always brought a sense of relief and joy.

Upon her approach, Ash and Misty greeted their daughter with open arms. Ash enveloped Skye in a warm hug, while Misty, with a maternal look in her eyes, gently patted Skye's arm. Their daughter had been dealing with Charlie's predicament in Akala, taking intermittent leaves from her duties at the Cerulean City Gym to be with him. It was a tough period, but Skye always put up a brave front.

As the reunion unfolded, Misty's eyes subtly dropped to Skye's left hand. For a fleeting moment, her expression faltered, a slight shadow crossing her features. She was looking for something, a certain piece of jewelry perhaps, but found only bare fingers.

Ash, noticing Misty's sudden change in expression, looked at her quizzically. But rather than ask about it amidst their joyful reunion, he decided it would be a conversation for later. Their focus, after all, should be on Kieran's upcoming journey, a path that was destined to be brimming with friendships, battles, and one monumental goal - to become the greatest Pokemon Master of all time.

Once the initial flurry of greetings settled, Skye turned to Misty with a sincere look in her eyes. "Thanks, Mom," she started, her voice warm with gratitude. "For taking over the Cerulean City Gym in my absence."

Misty waved her off nonchalantly, her signature fiery hair bouncing slightly as she nodded. "Of course, honey," she replied, a determined glint in her eye. "We couldn't have the Gym fall out of the top three for hardest badges to earn in Kanto."

At this, Ash couldn't help but chuckle, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. "Well, Pikachu didn't exactly struggle to beat your Mega Gyarados, did he?" he jested, nudging his long-time Pokemon partner playfully.

Pikachu joined in with a cheeky squeak while Misty shot Ash a pointed, yet slightly amused look. "Oh, hush, you," she responded a playful edge to her voice despite her mildly reproachful expression.

Trying to divert the attention from the playful banter, Skye turned to Kieran, her gaze filled with curiosity. "So, Kieran," she began, her tone shifting to one of genuine interest, "Which Pokemon are you planning to choose from Gary?"

Kieran's eyes lit up at the question, his excitement palpable. "Squirtle!" he declared without a moment's hesitation. His decision seemed to have an immediate effect on Pikachu. With a delighted squeak, the electric mouse jumped off Ash's shoulder, its tail sparking with pleasure at the prospect of a new companion for their family.

As Kieran declared his choice of Squirtle, Misty beamed with a mixture of pride and playful triumph. "Ahh, so you're living up to your water Pokemon roots, huh?" she teased, giving Kieran a playful wink.

Ash, however, countered with a fond smile. "Water Pokemon are cool, sure," he acknowledged, "but remember, it takes a variety to become a true Pokemon Master."

The playful back-and-forth was interrupted by Skye's amused voice. "Alright, you two, enough with the banter," she said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Just make sure to wake up on time tomorrow, Kieran. We wouldn't want a repeat of Dad's blunder."

At this, Ash's cheeks flushed a light pink, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Hey, I still turned out alright, didn't I?" he defended, his gaze falling on Pikachu who squeaked in agreement. After all, if it hadn't been for his tardiness on that fateful day, he would never have partnered with Pikachu, starting the most wonderful journey of his life.

Kieran, intrigued, looked at his dad curiously. "What were you doing the night before you started your journey, Dad?" he asked, hoping to gather some insight. Skye and Misty exchanged knowing looks, wondering if Ash would admit to oversleeping due to his excitement.

As they neared their destination, the sight of Delia Ketchum's house emerged like a comforting beacon from the sprawling greenery of Pallet Town. The quaint two-story home painted a charming shade of soft blue, sat nestled amidst a flourishing garden teeming with various blossoming flowers. The sight was familiar and comforting, bringing forth a cascade of fond memories for both Kieran and Skye.

The house was more than just a structure; it was a treasure trove of memories and a testament to their family's enduring love for Pokemon. The white picket fence that encircled the property was adorned with handmade wooden cutouts of different Pokemon, crafted lovingly by Delia over the years. The old oak tree in the yard, standing tall and proud, still had remnants of an old treehouse, bearing witness to countless laughter-filled afternoons and hushed late-night Pokemon discussions.

For Kieran and Skye, every return to this house was a sweet reminder of their childhood. The warmth of their grandmother's hugs, the aroma of her famous Poffin cookies wafting through the house, and the hours spent in the living room, listening to their father's tales of his own Pokemon journey.

Ash, too, appreciated the unchanged charm of his childhood home. He was grateful for his mother's vivacity that kept the house lively, especially for his kids. Her love for her grandchildren was as infectious as her enthusiasm for maintaining the house, keeping it as welcoming as ever.

Over the years, with Skye spending more time in Akala, Ash's old room had gradually become Kieran's. Still, the room bore testimony to Ash's legacy as a Pokemon Trainer. Trophies from his victorious battles and tournaments adorned the shelves, standing proudly alongside Kieran's own growing collection of Pokemon paraphernalia.

Each corner of the house echoed with stories of past adventures, nurturing dreams of many more to come. And as they stepped out of the car and onto the familiar cobblestone path leading up to the house, the anticipation of the upcoming journey brought an exhilarating sense of promise to them all.

Just as they were taking in the sight of the homely structure, the front door of the house swung open. Delia Ketchum emerged, her face alight with pure joy at the sight of her family. She rushed towards them, her heart full of excitement and anticipation.

First, she wrapped her arms around Skye in a warm embrace, her hands gently grabbing Skye's left hand. A blank expression momentarily crossed Delia's face, but it was quickly replaced by a warm smile. At Skye's confused inquiry, she laughed it off. "Oh, no reason, dear," she responded, her voice filled with a playful lilt.

Turning her attention to Kieran, she enveloped him in a loving hug, her eyes twinkling with pride. "And my nearly 10-year-old grandson!" she exclaimed, pulling away to look at him. "I'm so happy to see you're about to start your Pokemon journey. Just like your dad did."

The sight brought a wave of emotion to Ash and Misty, who watched with joy-filled eyes. Ash's gaze drifted towards an old photo displayed prominently in the living room. It was a picture taken after he competed in the Indigo League, with him, Misty, Brock, Pikachu, Delia, and Professor Oak all beaming widely. The memory of that day, filled with accomplishment and camaraderie, brought a nostalgic smile to his face.

Seeing his own son on the cusp of a similar journey filled Ash's heart with pride and a little bit of awe. The cycle was continuing, the passion for Pokemon and adventure being passed down from one generation to the next. And as Kieran's journey was about to begin, they all felt the same excitement, anticipation, and sense of limitless possibilities that they'd felt years ago when Ash had first embarked on his own Pokemon journey.

While Pikachu playfully tugged on Kieran's burgundy sleeve, the young boy made his way over to greet another beloved family member - Mr. Mime. After exchanging a series of intricate mimed gestures with Mr. Mime, who was busy with his dinner, Kieran turned his attention to Skye.

"Hey Skye," Kieran began, his curiosity evident in his brown eyes, "How's Charlie doing?"

Skye's face softened at the mention of her boyfriend. "He's doing well," she responded, her voice laced with admiration. "He's been really involved in maintaining the houses he built for the less fortunate on Akala. I'm really proud of him."

Kieran nodded, pleased to hear about Charlie's selfless efforts. But another question was burning in his mind. His face turned serious as he voiced his concern, "Do we have any leads on Pierce or Team Rocket?"

"There isn't any solid lead yet," Skye admitted, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow. "But Charlie was thrilled to see the updates we had when we talked over Facetime."

Kieran offered a small smile at his sister's response. Nodding, he finished his dinner and, surprising everyone at the table, announced, "I think I'm gonna head to bed."

Ash and Misty exchanged surprised looks. For a moment, they sat in stunned silence before bursting into laughter. Kieran's early bedtime was a far cry from the late nights Ash was notorious for before embarking on his Pokemon journey.

Delia couldn't resist a teasing jab at her son. "Well, well," she chuckled, "looks like someone doesn't want to repeat his father's mistakes." Her laughter filled the room, a comforting melody that followed Kieran as he ascended the stairs toward his bedroom.

Once inside his room, Kieran went straight for a box tucked away under his bed. It was an old, worn-out shoe box that he had repurposed for his own needs. Pulling it out, he opened the lid and began to sift through its contents.

The box was a hodgepodge of different items - newspaper clippings scribbled notes, photographs, and a myriad of other trinkets. Each piece was a puzzle in itself, something he believed could lead him to uncover more about Pierce. The sight of these clues gave Kieran a renewed sense of determination. Tomorrow, his journey will officially begin. But for tonight, he found comfort in this familiar routine, lost in thoughts of what the future might bring.

As Kieran sifted through his collection of clues, his mind drifted back to a significant conversation he'd had with Charlie about four years ago. It was the last day he'd seen Charlie physically, right here at Delia's house. Charlie had taken him for a walk, a simple moment that held profound meaning in Kieran's heart.

The memory was as clear as day. He could still see Charlie's face, the lines of worry evident as he spoke, "Kieran, I can't prove that I wasn't in control of my body..." Charlie's voice was heavy with a mix of frustration and regret, the weight of his words imprinting on young Kieran's heart.

Kieran remembered listening, a whirl of emotions inside his chest. He was still very young then, but he knew that the world was more complicated than it seemed. That people could be manipulated, controlled, and blamed for actions they didn't commit. He had looked at Charlie, recognizing the pain of injustice that clouded his eyes.

But as he replayed the conversation in his head, one detail stood out above the rest - the mention of a certain person who could possibly attest to Charlie's innocence. Pierce. The name echoed in Kieran's thoughts, intertwined with the mysterious notes and clippings that he was holding in his hands.

Maybe it was the approaching journey or the heightened emotions of the day, but as Kieran sat alone in his room, the determination within him grew. He would start his Pokemon journey, but he would also strive to find Pierce. Not just for his family or for justice, but for the truth that seemed to be hidden just out of reach.

Kieran's thoughts took a different turn as he recalled the tumultuous week following Charlie's departure. It was a period of change, melancholy, and adjustment. Skye was packing her bags, preparing to leave home to be with Charlie. The Cerulean City gym, which had been a shared space for Skye and Charlie to explore their relationship, was going to miss their presence. And so was he.

Kieran remembered walking into Skye's room one day during that week. He was unable to suppress his feeling of loss, his young heart yearning for the family dynamics to stay the same. He had asked Skye, his voice barely a whisper, "Why can't we get Jaxson to talk? He would know Charlie wasn't in full control over his body."

Skye lost in her own thoughts, didn't stop packing as she replied. "Dad said Jaxson wasn't with them in Arbor Town. He just dropped them off." Her voice held a note of finality, effectively putting an end to Kieran's line of questioning.

"What if we were to bring Charlie back here under an assumed identity and disguise...?" Kieran attempted to suggest.

Skye retorted sharply, "This would undoubtedly be one of the primary locations they would search." Skye's expression softened upon seeing the look on Kieran's face. Halting her packing, she walked towards her brother and enveloped him in a warm embrace. As she felt his silent tears on her shoulder, it brought tears to her own eyes.

Arbor Town - the mention of the name brought to mind yet another unresolved mystery. The Masked Marauder, the Team Rocket agent that his Parents, Uncle Brock, and even Professor Oak battled against, had been murdered there. Who was responsible was still an open question. And for Kieran, it was yet another thread in the vast, complex web of mysteries that involved Pierce, Charlie, Team Rocket, and so many others.

Kieran's mind spun with thoughts and theories. As he sat in the quiet of his room, he understood that his journey as a Pokemon trainer would be more than he initially thought. It was not just about becoming the greatest Pokemon Master but also about uncovering the truth that seemed to connect everyone he cared about. As he set his resolve, Kieran knew he had a big day ahead. With that, he finally let himself drift off to sleep, ready for the journey that awaited him in the morning.

As Kieran drifted into the realm of dreams, his mind was filled with images of his future partner, Squirtle. He saw himself on the open road, Squirtle by his side, both of them battling, exploring, and learning together. The vivid scenarios painted by his imagination played out like an epic adventure, a sneak peek into the exciting journey ahead.

In his sleep, Kieran's hand instinctively reached out, grasping the cool metal of his new smartphone. His parents had given it to him in preparation for his upcoming Pokémon journey. It was his ticket to the world of Pokémon, a tool that would guide him, keep him connected, and even help him document his adventures.

Still, deep within his dreams, Kieran mistook the smartphone for something else - a Poké Ball. His dream self was locked in a tense moment, the image of a wild Pidgey flapping its wings defiantly in his mind's eye. With a determined cry, he flung the 'Poké Ball' at the imagined bird Pokémon, hoping to make it his own.

With a swift motion, the smartphone catapulted through the air, its path abruptly halted as it collided with the unforgiving hardness of the wall. The once pristine device clattered to the floor, its screen now a kaleidoscope of shattered glass. The quiet of the night was momentarily broken, the symbol of his imminent journey now lying in fragments on the floor.

His dreams had been so real, so palpable that they had drawn him into actions that transcended the boundary between sleep and wakefulness. It was a testament to Kieran's excitement and anticipation for the journey that awaited him, albeit with an unfortunate outcome this time.

The crowing of a Dodrio shattered the early morning calm of Pallet Town, its cacophonous call acting as nature's own alarm clock. Stirred from his dreams, Kieran's eyes fluttered open. The sight of his shattered smartphone on the floor jolted him awake fully - he was late.

Without a second to lose, Kieran bolted from his bed, still donned his basketball shorts and green pajama shirt. He hurriedly shoved his feet into his favorite basketball sneakers, not bothering to change into his day clothes. His only thought was to make it to Professor Oak's lab as soon as possible.

In the kitchen, Ash, Misty, and Delia had started their day with morning coffee. They had assumed Kieran had left early and was already on his way to receive his first Pokémon. That notion was shattered when a blur sped through the house - Kieran in full flight.

Ash blinked in surprise, a touch of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Just like his old man," he mumbled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. It was a sobering realization - his son was echoing his own mistakes even before his journey had properly begun. Misty chuckled softly, shaking her head in amusement at the father-son parallels.

Pikachu, watching the frantic scene from a corner, let out a soft sigh. The day's events were strangely reminiscent of his first meeting with Ash. The situation, despite its urgency, warmed his heart. After all, it was the start of another exciting journey, not just for Kieran, but for everyone.

With desperation fueling his steps, Kieran sprinted down the streets of Pallet Town, heading straight for Professor Oak's lab. His heart pounded in sync with his rapid footsteps, echoing his fervent hope that Squirtle, his desired first Pokémon, would still be there waiting for him.

As he neared the lab, he could see a throng of people gathered around the entrance. Anxiety surged within him, a stark contrast to the casual curiosity of the crowd. But Kieran had no time to wonder what had drawn the crowd; he had a mission.

With an urgency that rivaled a charging Tauros, he muscled his way through the crowd. Excuses, apologies, and determined pleas spilled from his lips as he pushed through the wall of bodies. His singular focus was on getting past the gate and into the lab where his future partner awaited.

The murmurs of the crowd fell on deaf ears as Kieran struggled toward his goal. His mind, his heart, and his very being was bent on one purpose - starting his journey as a Pokémon trainer, and no crowd or delay was going to stand in his way.

Kieran, still frantically pushing through the crowd, collided with a figure that refused to budge. He stumbled backward, quickly apologizing before looking up. Standing before him was a young girl, Lila Blazebourne, who was his age but seemed to carry an air of confidence that made her seem older. She was a tall and slender ten-year-old, with an unyielding presence that was reminiscent of a young Gary Oak.

Lila's long, chestnut brown hair flowed down her back in gentle waves, catching the morning sunlight. Her sharp blue eyes, always on the hunt for the next challenge, locked onto Kieran's. A healthy, fair complexion complemented her determined expression, adding to her charismatic aura.

She was dressed in an outfit that combined fashion and function, reflecting her adventurous spirit and vibrant personality. Lila sported a fitted, sleeveless black top with a high collar, decorated with a silver pendant shaped like a lightning bolt. Over it, she wore a lightweight, forest-green jacket with a hood, suitable for different weather conditions.

Her outfit was completed with dark-wash skinny jeans, offering ease of movement, and sturdy brown hiking boots for durability during her travels. A wide black leather belt with a silver buckle circled her waist, giving her ensemble an edgy style. She donned fingerless gloves, providing protection without impeding her dexterity. Over her shoulder, she carried a compact black backpack adorned with various patches and pins – trophies from the Pokémon battles she had already won.

Kieran blinked in surprise, taking in the figure of this tenacious young girl before him, momentarily distracted from his quest to reach the lab.

"Watch where you're going," Lila said, a touch of arrogance lacing her voice. She surveyed Kieran, her blue eyes taking in his appearance, from his disheveled hair to his pajama-clad state. A knowing smirk appeared on her face. "You must be the latecomer Professor Oak mentioned."

"I'm on my way to becoming the greatest Pokémon Master," Kieran retorted, not appreciating her smug attitude. The surprise had worn off, replaced with a steely determination.

Lila laughed lightly, but there was no mirth in her eyes. "Good luck with that," she said, her tone laced with a mix of condescension and challenge. "Hopefully, the Professor still has a Pokémon left for you... despite your tardiness."

Her words, designed to belittle, had the opposite effect on Kieran. They only ignited a spark of defiance within him, a need to prove her wrong. With renewed resolve, he pushed past her and continued toward the lab, his heart pounding with determination.

Upon entering the lab, Kieran was immediately greeted by the sight of Gary Oak, now a respected Pokémon researcher. Clad in a white lab coat, his posture held the air of authority that his grandfather once held. A warm smile played on his lips as he said, "So, you finally made it, Kieran. But are you planning on becoming a Pokémon trainer in pajamas?"

Flushing slightly at Gary's jest, Kieran stammered, "It was just a late start... but I'm here now and I'm ready to get my first Pokémon." His voice trailed off into a determined whisper, meeting Gary's gaze with firm resolve.

Gary sighed softly to himself, a reminiscent smile playing on his lips. The scene unfolding before him was like a mirror, reflecting the past when he and Ash had been in Kieran's shoes. The similarity between father and son was striking - their drive, their passion, their late arrival. Shaking off the nostalgia, Gary motioned Kieran further into the lab, his mind filled with memories of the past and hopes for the future.

Inside the lab, Kieran's eyes were immediately drawn to the three solitary Pokéballs resting on a platform. The glossy orbs sat there, one of which was meant to be his first step on the journey to becoming a Pokémon Master.

"Have you decided which Pokémon you want to start with, Kieran?" Gary asked, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

With confidence, Kieran walked over to the Pokéballs, picked up the one in the middle, and said, "I have chosen Squirtle." He pressed the button on the center, expecting the burst of light and the appearance of his new partner. But instead, the Pokéball opened to reveal... nothing. It was empty.

"Oh," Gary said, a touch of regret in his tone, "that one was picked up by someone who was on time."

Kieran felt a twinge of disappointment, but quickly brushed it off. He put the empty Pokéball down and picked up the next one, declaring, "Then I will choose Charmander!"

Yet, just like before, when he opened the Pokéball, there was nothing inside. Gary responded with a sigh, "The early bird gets the worm. Or in this case, the Pokémon."

Kieran was left standing there, his heart sinking slightly. He hadn't anticipated this. But looking at the last Pokéball on the platform, he knew he had one more chance.

As Kieran looked down at the last remaining Pokéball, he felt a mix of emotions. His dream of starting his journey with a Squirtle or a Charmander had been quickly dashed. But in its place was a Bulbasaur, a Pokémon he hadn't anticipated starting with. He knew, though, that without a Pokémon, he couldn't start his journey at all.

Feeling a mix of trepidation and excitement, he picked up the last Pokéball. "Well, I guess it's you and me, Bulbasaur," he said, giving the Pokéball a gentle shake before pressing the button.

A burst of light filled the room as Bulbasaur materialized in front of him. The little seed Pokémon looked around, a bit overwhelmed by its new surroundings and the sheer enthusiasm radiating from Kieran.

Kieran was thrilled, not just because he finally had his first Pokémon, but because he could now officially start his journey. He bent down to Bulbasaur's level, greeting it with a wide grin. "Hi, Bulbasaur! I'm Kieran. We're going to be partners, okay?"

Bulbasaur, still a bit shy, looked at Kieran cautiously. Yet, there was a glimmer of curiosity in its eyes. This was the start of a new journey, not just for Kieran, but for Bulbasaur as well.

Gary handed Kieran a gleaming red Pokédex and a handful of empty Pokéballs. Kieran accepted them with gratitude, but he also noticed the lack of other necessary items for his journey. Just as this realization dawned upon him, the lab's doors opened with a soft creak, revealing a sight that brought a warm smile to his face.

Ash, Misty, Pikachu, Skye, and Delia walked in, their arms filled with gear and clothing for Kieran. They'd come to his rescue with everything he needed to start his journey.

"Guys," Kieran began a touch of bashfulness in his voice. He was slightly embarrassed, but also deeply grateful. "I got Bulbasaur."

Upon hearing this, Ash cracked a knowing smirk, gently nudging Misty. He remembered the day he met Pikachu; it wasn't exactly what he had planned, either. Misty, on the other hand, displayed a hint of disappointment. She had hoped Kieran would end up with a Squirtle, her own favorite Water-type Pokémon. Still, they both understood that sometimes, things didn't go as planned, but that didn't mean it was any less of an adventure.

Misty, teary-eyed, approached Kieran, pulling him into a tender hug. The realization of her little boy, now about to embark on his own Pokémon journey, tugged at her heartstrings. A loving mixture of pride, fear, and nostalgia-filled her heart, spilling over in the form of shimmering tears.

Caught in the emotional embrace, Kieran looked over at Skye, a hint of bemusement in his brown eyes. "Was mom like this when you started?" he questioned. Skye simply returned his query with a warm, knowing smile.

"A little bit," Skye answered, her voice soft with remembrance. "But my journey wasn't quite the same as yours will be."

Before Kieran could delve further into Skye's cryptic response, Ash approached, a gentle smile gracing his face. The boyish enthusiasm and recklessness that once defined him had since softened into the caring demeanor of a father.

"Kieran," Ash began, his voice laced with a lifetime of experience. "I just want you to know that the path won't always be clear, but always strive to do your very best." His eyes, so much like Kieran's, held a quiet strength and a resilient determination. The same traits he hoped his son would inherit and utilize in his own journey as a Pokémon trainer.

Kieran accepted his gear from Misty, his gaze drifting toward Delia. He watched as his grandmother's eyes filled with a nostalgic glaze. He noticed the uncanny reflection she saw in him, an almost exact replay of the day Ash began his own Pokémon journey. It was like an echo of the past, reverberating through time to resonate once more.

"My little grandson, starting his Pokémon journey," Delia began, her voice saturated with tender sentiment. She shot a teasing glance toward Ash and Misty, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hopefully, you won't test the stress levels of your parents as much as your dad did."

A shared wave of memories washed over Ash and Misty at her jest. Recollections of countless near-death experiences, high-stake battles, and dangerous adventures rose to the surface, serving as a stark reminder of the treacherous path they navigated in their youth. They both opened their mouths to retort but then decided against it. Some things were better left unsaid. After all, they knew full well the truth behind Delia's playful words.

Ash then gives Kieran a fresh mobile phone for staying connected during his journey. "Just don't break it while you sleep," Ash playfully remarks.

Kieran shyly responds, "Thanks."

Misty inquires, "Who chose Squirtle from among the new trainers?"

Gary simply replies, "Lila Blazebourne."

Upon hearing Gary's answer, Misty's eyes scanned around the lab even though all the trainers had gone. "Lila?" she echoed, her tone reflecting her curiosity. "She was the one who picked Squirtle?"

Gary simply nodded in response, casually flipping through a stack of papers on his desk. "Yes, a young girl named Lila. She came in quite early this morning."

At this, a spark of recognition flashed across Ash's face. He remembered a small, determined girl named Lila from a training session he had led at one of Gary's summer camps for seven-year-olds. He recalled her vibrant energy, the eagerness in her eyes, and her obvious passion for Pokemon. It was an impression that had stayed with him over the years. "Ah, Lila," Ash mused aloud, a faint smile pulling at his lips as he recollected those times. "I remember her from the camp. She certainly had a lot of spirit."

With a light chuckle, Ash turned to Gary, an amused gleam in his eyes. "You know, Gary, Lila reminds me a bit of you."

Gary arched an eyebrow in curiosity, folding his arms across his chest. "Oh really? In what way?"

Without missing a beat, Ash explained, "She's incredibly confident. It's something I noticed right away when I first met her at camp. There's this unshakeable belief she carries, not unlike the one you used to have when we were kids. I can't help but feel that it's going to help her win a lot of battles."

Gary, absorbing Ash's words, let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards. "Well, confidence certainly helps. If she's anything like how I was, she's in for quite the adventure."

Donning his new adventure gear, Kieran stepped out from the changing room, resembling a young Gary Oak from yesteryears, but with his personal touch - a burgundy sweater that clung to his frame, giving him a distinctive appearance.

Skye, looking fondly at her little brother, walked over to him, her hands on her hips. "Remember, Kieran, if you need anything or have any questions, don't hesitate to call me," she said, her voice laced with the protective warmth of an elder sibling.

Giving a cheeky grin, Kieran replied, "I'll probably just text you, Sis."

But as he spoke, the realization hit him that Skye would soon be leaving for Akala again. His face fell slightly, but he quickly shook off the sadness and enveloped her in a tight hug. As he stepped back, he gave a final wave to his parents and grandma.

In the background, Pikachu let out a series of enthusiastic "Pika Pikas," cheering Kieran on as he embarked on his journey, just as Ash had done years ago. The echoes of his adventure were resounding, but this was Kieran's story, and he was ready to write it.

Donning his new adventure gear, Kieran stepped out from the changing room, resembling a young Gary Oak from yesteryears, but with his personal touch - a burgundy sweater that clung to his frame, giving him a distinctive appearance.

Skye, looking fondly at her little brother, walked over to him, her hands on her hips. "Remember, Kieran, if you need anything or have any questions, don't hesitate to call me," she said, her voice laced with the protective warmth of an elder sibling.

Giving a cheeky grin, Kieran replied, "I'll probably just text you, Sis."

But as he spoke, the realization hit him that Skye would soon be leaving for Akala again. His face fell slightly, but he quickly shook off the sadness and enveloped her in a tight hug. As he stepped back, he gave a final wave to his parents and grandma.

In the background, Pikachu let out a series of enthusiastic "Pika Pika," cheering Kieran on as he embarked on his journey, just as Ash had done years ago. The echoes of his adventure were resounding, but this was Kieran's story, and he was ready to write it.

Gary retreats back into the safety of his lab, while Ash, Misty, Pikachu, and Delia watch Kieran disappear from sight, embarking on his grand adventure. A serene silence befalls them, only to be broken by Delia's gentle voice directed towards Skye, "Are you doing alright, dear? I heard you during the night."

Ash and Misty whip their heads to face Skye, expressions of surprise etched on their faces. Pikachu's ears perk up, his eyes wide with shock as he gazes up at Skye, a beloved family member.

Skye gives her grandmother a sincere smile, appreciation shining in her eyes. "Thanks for your help last night, Grammy," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. "You were really there for me when I needed you."

The context of her statement hangs heavily in the air, a shared memory that brings them back to a time filled with fear and uncertainty. A time when Skye and Misty were taken hostage by the nefarious Team Rocket, right after Skye, Charlie, and August returned from their voyage around the Orange Islands.

Misty, her eyes soft with concern, breaks the tense silence, turning to Skye and inquiring gently, "Has... has the PTSD started to surface again, sweetie?"

Skye takes a deep breath, looking at her family gathered around her. She knows they'll support her, but it's still hard to talk about. "Can we...can we go back to Grammy's before we get into it?" she asks her voice barely a whisper.

Ash, understanding the weight of what she's asking, simply nods. "Of course, Skye," he says, wrapping an arm around her shoulder for comfort. The journey back to Delia's house is a silent one. Each one lost in their own thoughts. Ash's own struggles with PTSD due to his horrific time as a captive of Team Rocket resonate with what Skye is going through. He knows all too well the nightmares that can haunt a person, even in the safety of their own home.

Upon their arrival at Delia's house, they all settle down in the comforting atmosphere. Mr. Mime, ever the helpful hand, begins preparing a comforting pot of tea, the warm aroma filling the house. It's Delia who breaks the silence, her voice steady, yet gentle, "Skye, dear, why don't you tell us about the dream? What made it feel so real to you?"

Skye glances at Delia, noticing a flicker of fear in her eyes that she hadn't perceived before. A flashback sweeps over her. She remembers the day when they were abducted by Team Rocket, the dreadful uncertainty that hung over them all when Ash was presumed dead, the joy and relief that they all felt when Misty and Skye were returned safely and a scarred but alive Ash and Pikachu showed up at Delia's doorstep. Skye can remember Delia's face at that moment - the pure relief, the tears of joy - it was the first time in a long while that she felt her family was truly whole.

Drawing in a deep breath, Skye begins to explain the nature of her nightmare. "It's about Kieran," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm afraid for him, afraid that Team Rocket could...could get to him like they did with us."

The room is heavy with a silence that's only broken by the soft whistling of the kettle on the stove. Skye swallows hard, "I never thought that this fear would manifest into a nightmare of him being taken by Team Rocket. It was so vivid, so real... it felt like I was living it rather than dreaming it." She finishes, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the room, a stark reminder of the dark past they've all experienced.

Misty breaks the silence first, her eyes filled with worry. "Skye, have you spoken to Charlie about these nightmares?" She inquires gently, knowing all too well the struggles her daughter has been facing.

At her mother's question, Skye is pulled back into a memory from years past. They were in Blackthorn City then, riding high on the thrill of earning their 8th Johto League badge. But beneath the surface of the triumph, something was stirring inside Skye - night terrors, flashes of past traumas, feelings of fear, and anxiety that seemed to come out of nowhere. The symptoms of PTSD had begun to manifest.

Skye had confided in Ash about her struggles on her 12th birthday, begging him not to tell Misty. It was a desperate plea to shield her mother from worry and to keep the complex dynamics of their co-parenting situation from being further complicated. Ash, torn between his daughter's request and his loyalty to Misty, reluctantly agreed to keep the secret.

This decision nearly shattered the fragile connection that was slowly being rebuilt between Ash and Misty. The situation became untenable when a terrified Charlie, helpless in the face of Skye's escalating symptoms, reached out to Misty for help.

Coming back to the present, Skye feels the comforting squeeze of Delia's hand on hers. "Not yet, Mom," she answers after a moment, "But I will." As she makes this promise, the memories of those past struggles remain vivid in her mind, a stark reminder of the battles they've faced, the victories they've won, and the healing that's yet to come.

Misty, picking up on her daughter's anxiety, offers a supportive solution, "Skye, if you ever need any extra help back on Akala, I would be there in a second."

Skye quickly responds, trying to dissuade her mother's concern, "Oh Mom, please don't. I'm sure you can't leave the gym for long..."

Misty counters, gently but firmly, "Aunt Daisy and Uncle Tracey would definitely help and cover at the gym."

Skye's concern shifts, "But that would be too hard on Rose," she says, referring to her young cousin.

Delia, ever the perceptive grandmother, adds, "Skye, you know for a young 5-year-old, Rose is quite an empath. She would understand."

Seeing Skye's growing discomfort, Ash steps in with a suggestion, "How about before you go home, you see my therapist? It could be helpful before you go back to Charlie." His tone conveys the concern and empathy he has for his daughter's struggles, and a sincere desire to support her.

Transitioning back to Kieran, we find him in the midst of a Facetime call with Charlie. Kieran's face brightens as Charlie compliments his choice of Bulbasaur.

"That's a great choice, Kieran. Many trainers given the choice rarely pick Bulbasaur," Charlie remarks, a note of pride in his voice.

Kieran, his grin faltering slightly, admits, "Well, I woke up late and was left with no other choices."

Charlie doesn't miss a beat, his positivity shining through the screen. "Either way, I just wish I was there to see you off like the rest of your family did."

Kieran's determination is evident in his response. "I'm going to be working on that," he asserts.

Charlie laughs a lighthearted sound that belies the weight of the situation. His laughter cuts off abruptly when he realizes what Kieran has just implied. However, before he can respond, Kieran concludes the call, leaving Charlie with a sense of anticipation.

"Look forward to seeing you," Kieran says, ending the Facetime call with a final wave and a determined grin.

Looking up from his phone after ending the call, Kieran noticed a Pidgey pecking at the ground a short distance away. Noticing that Pidgey was still oblivious to his presence, he quietly pulled out his Pokedex, a small grin playing on his lips.

He tapped the screen and a holographic display of the Pidgey came up, with Dexter's voice chiming in, "Pidgey, the Tiny Bird Pokémon. It is a Normal and Flying-type Pokémon. Pidgey has an extremely sharp sense of direction and is capable of returning to its nest from any location, no matter how far away."

Intrigued by the new information, Kieran's eyes sparkled with determination. This was the perfect opportunity to initiate his first Pokémon battle and potentially catch his first Pokémon.

"Bulbasaur, I choose you!" He declared, throwing Bulbasaur's Poké Ball into the air. The Pokémon materialized from the ball, landing on the ground and turning to look at Kieran with a confused expression.

"Use your Tackle attack on Pidgey," Kieran commanded, pointing at the still-oblivious Pidgey. The command seemed to take Bulbasaur by surprise, but after a moment's hesitation, it nodded, turning to face its opponent.

The initial attack by Bulbasaur took Pidgey by surprise. It squawked in alarm, flying upwards before swooping back down in a Quick Attack. Bulbasaur tried to dodge, but it wasn't fast enough, and Pidgey's attack landed, causing Bulbasaur to recoil.

"Bulbasaur, hang in there!" Kieran shouted concern etched on his face as he saw the hit affect his Pokémon. The Pidgey wasn't giving them any rest, though, launching a Gust attack toward Bulbasaur.

Then, something clicked in Kieran's mind. "Bulbasaur, use Vine Whip to hold Pidgey down!" He called. Bulbasaur, despite the hits it took, seemed to catch onto Kieran's determination. It nodded, vines extending from its body and whipping towards Pidgey, wrapping around it and holding it down.

Seeing the moment, Kieran grabbed a Poké Ball, throwing it at the immobilized Pidgey. The ball opened up, drawing the Pidgey inside before snapping shut. It landed on the ground, shaking violently as the Pidgey inside tried to escape.

Kieran approached, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the ball shake. He held his breath, time seeming to stretch on until, finally, the ball stilled. The blinking red light turned solid, indicating a successful capture.

His heart soared. Kieran picked up the Poké Ball, grinning ear to ear. "Yes! I caught a Pidgey!" He exclaimed, jumping in joy as Bulbasaur joined him, their excitement echoing through the quiet route. His journey was truly starting now.