Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with a new update. This month I will be uploading every week because I have a lot to get out before PokeShipping Month in November. This one is exciting for me. It's rare for me to upload one that I have written within the last week. It also introduces a lot of new characters. Georgina. Jonah. George. Jack. Peter. Michael. And Wendy. I hope you all enjoy! I'll explain more after :3

Ages:

James: 33

Georgina: 53

Jonah (Mentioned): 61

George: 13

Jack: 11

Peter: 9

Michael: 7

Wendy (Mentioned): 3

Disclaimer: I own Georgina, Jonah and the boys with AAML-TAML. But her and the boys are inspired by the mother and boys in Finding Neverland :3

I let out a quiet sigh of contentment as I continued being perched on the lavender haired male's shoulder and enjoying the scenery around us. How I enjoyed being carried! My legs and heart did still work the exact same as they once had but it was fun being so tall. And even more fun being closer to humans. I could see what they were seeing. Perhaps even feel some of what they were feeling.

I started feeling that way with Ash. And then Misty. And Brock too. Most of Ash's companions in fact. I never dreamed that decades after our journeys, I'd be perched on a Team Rocket member's shoulder. Let alone enjoying it!

James gave me a thoughtful smile as he continued his stroll through the park a short while from his home, me on his shoulder, his Growlithe trotting at his feet and a newspaper in hand. He hadn't really spoken to me the entire time I joined him for a walk on his lunch break but that didn't surprise me. He was often a quiet fellow. Very thoughtful too. And he was the type who appreciated your company without needing to fill it with speech the entire time. We both enjoyed the sights as he walked towards his usual bench to sit and ponder at. He either went here or his favourite little nearby corn field.

It was a lovely early Autumn Day. Unusually cold for the time of year but the sun was shining and the sky was blue. Children from Kanto had gone back to school or started a new journey of theirs but there were lots of very little children about. Some older ones but mainly ones around the age of the Ketchum children. They were having picnics with their mothers. Flying kites with their fathers. Looking at the clouds with their siblings.

James smiled at this and let out a wistful sigh but we continued on our walk. There were Pokémon. There were people. The area was surrounded by smiles and laughter and chatter. It really was a pleasant time of year. But the lavender haired male remained in his quiet mood as he sat down with Growlie on the bench. I understood.

He and his wife Jessie's clothing line had just recently released their latest line. The Autumn one. It hadn't been well received. They were known for being out there. They were known for trying something new. But for the critics, it was a little too out there. Jessie had been rather unbothered by it. Deal with it and move onto the next thing was her attitude. It normally was James' attitude too. But this time was different. At that moment he turned to give me an almost sad smile and I understood even more.

Over the summer, Jordan and Lynne had paid a visit. He was enjoying getting to know his best friend's angel parents even more with each time. He had become fascinated how Jordan was a very shy person yet he wore exactly what he wanted. He was even more intrigued by how Lynne had a flair for clothes making herself and made them out of old curtain material. He wanted Simply J's fall line to be inspired by Lynne's creativity. He felt like he had achieved that. Jessie did too. But the public was harsh. It was inspired by making clothes out of curtains but it didn't mean they had to look like them, they said.

James let out a sigh as he unfolded his newspaper and began flicking through it, getting Growlithe's attention too. He was one of the only people (or Pokémon) who knew of James' creative streak when he was a little boy. He hadn't trusted his parents to know. If they knew he had a hobby, they would turn it into a career option and tutor him in every way. It would have sucked him dry of all passion, he said. I understood that too.

Instead of focusing on the views around us as I perched myself on the bench with them, I focused on James. It was an interesting time in his life. His youngest four children were still children but definitely not rather little children anymore. They were developing into very much their own people. He had just become an Uncle again seeing as Misty had given birth to baby James a few weeks ago. And just a few days before that, his eldest daughter had given birth to his third grandchild, little Dylan.

And Jordan and Lynne had had a heart visit through spring and summer, filling him with memories and inspiration. But still, I knew, he felt like there was something missing. He was so fulfilled. He had two great jobs. An amazing wife. Brilliant children. Wonderful friends. But still. He felt like there was still something missing. Or some things missing. And I knew he hated that empty feeling. He didn't like seeming ungrateful.

As if James could very much tell I was pondering about him, he shook his head slightly before giving me a smile and a nod, almost telling me to stop. That he was fine. I knew he wasn't not fine. But he wasn't completely fine. But I didn't have time to continue my thoughts. His expression changed as soon as he went back to reading the newspaper. Scanning the object between his hands, at first I thought it was the giant gaping hole in it.

Growlie spoke to me. I nodded. That didn't seem unusual to either of us. Lynne had noticed James would get affected sometimes by bad news in his paper about him in his family so she would cut them out for him before he read them. Jessie did it as well when she went back up. But that wasn't what his expression change was about. I moved to his shoulder and then I saw for myself.

The way he was holding the newspaper right up in front of his face allowed him to see a scene in front of him through the hole. That scene was intriguing him, I could tell it. And so could Growlie. But I believed the other Pokémon understood why so more than me at first.

James tilted his head on one side and continued studying. I shrugged. I didn't get what the fuss was about. It was a usual scene that I had described before. It was seemingly a mother on a picnic with her sons. The wind was blowing so it rustled the newspaper and the son's he was looking at had to clutch onto their hats in case they blew away. I thought he was focusing on them. Maybe they reminded him of his boys. But then I saw he wasn't looking at them. He was looking at the mother.

I blinked. Growlithe smirked. The mother wearing her own hat had red hair and James had indeed often had a soft spot with women for unusual coloured hair. But I remained blinking. She seemed a bit too old for him. And very motherly. It was then that I wondered whether she reminded him of someone. An even more grown up version of Misty? His Nanny as a younger woman? Perhaps even Lynne?

I didn't have time to ask aloud. He was about to stand up off the bench and possibly get a closer look at the family when suddenly there was a voice from under the bench. James leaned over with his newspaper as soon as he heard it.

"Um Sir?" the voice asked in a sweet timid voice, causing James and I to smile already before we were even acquainted. "I'm sorry to bother you but you're standing on my sleeve."

James was quick to let out an apologetic gasp and moved his shiny shoe off the little boy's sleeve before he leaned further over, smiling playfully at him.

"Sorry about that." He dropped his newspaper next to him and scratched his cheek, still apologetic and playful. "But I might have to say that you are lying under my bench."

I giggled softly to myself as I saw the little blonde boy's eyes go wide as if he was taking James literally. The lavender haired male didn't have time to reassure him that he was only joking because he folded his arm over his chest while pretending to zip his mouth.

"My mommy said that I mustn't talk to strangers." He said and with that, he shut his eyes and turned his head away like he was blocking the older male out.

I turned to share a laugh with Growlithe but laughed alone when I realised he had darted off and was now playing with two of the other boys in the hats. I wondered if the boy under the bench was a third. James was too busy smirking softly at the younger male beneath him. He was surrounded by many children so he was fond of them. Not to mention he had a childlike streak in him.

"Very wise." He nodded in agreement before becoming even more quietly amused when the little boy opened one eye to spy on him when he thought he wasn't looking.

James playfully copied his looking away and folded arms action.

"That's funny that you should say that because my mom said that I mustn't talk to little boys."

I rolled my eyes fondly at him and giggled all the more when the little boy became even more confused but perhaps intrigued by the older male. I didn't get a chance to have a proper look at just him because Growlie came bounding over with the two other boys in the hats.

"Do you mind us playing with your Pokémon?" the first one asked James and showed off a boyish grateful grin when the ex-rocketeer shook his head and assured him that he didn't mind at all. He enjoyed seeing Growlie having fun with children like they once had together.

The second boy and the taller one rolled his eyes at the little boy under the bench but not in the fond way like I had rolled my eyes at James. The seemingly eldest let out a sigh and tugged on his arm, yanking him in a big brotherly way from out of the bench. They were all definitely related.

"Michael get out from there!" he hissed and dusted him down, his gentle big brotherly side taking over once the younger male was out from under the bench. He wrapped his arm around him like he was almost worried in case something happened to him.

I saw James nod. So Michael was the name of the youngest one.

The boy who asked to play with Growlithe was still running around with the Pokémon holding his stick and asked James questions about the dog as he ran around in circles. James didn't hesitate to answer them, his newspaper still on the bench as he stood.

He was too busy in amusement with the boys that he didn't see the mother come up behind them all. He certainly did, however, when she spoke.

"Jack! George!" she called their names but not in a cross way, looking at the boy playing with Growlithe first and then the taller one second. So that was all their names. Michael youngest. Then Jack. Then George.

James didn't have time to study the red head now that she was in front of him because she spoke to him. She held onto her hat with one hand and held Michael's hand with the other. She smiled up at James.

"I'm so sorry. Are my boys bothering you?" she asked, already with an apologetic smile as George snatched the stick from Jack's hand and began jabbing him with it.

I didn't hesitate to study how James reacted. When he didn't blush back and just smiled and shook his head in response, I could tell he was intrigued by her in an innocent sense. Maybe she did remind him of a young version of his grandmother. I could see it.

"No, not at all." He said reassuringly, picking his newspaper up from off the bench when it almost blew away with the wind but kept his eyes on her and her children the entire time. "Jack had some clever questions about Growlithe and Michael told me he can't talk to strangers. Then George was trying to round them up I think."

The orange haired female laughed and shook her head fondly upon hearing the antics of her sons while she was packing the picnic blanket away, pulling Michael closer to her side before frowning.

"Wait, you said George, Jack and Michael?" she asked, still with a frown, causing James to nod in confusion. She let out a quiet breath and shook her head again, letting Michael join in the chase with his brothers before looking around while holding onto her hat. "That means Peter has gone walkabouts."

Both James and I went slightly wide eyed that she seemingly had four sons with her. She didn't seem old enough. But James was quick to focus on the deeper part of her words. He didn't want her to deal with the worry of thinking one of her sons was missing.

"I can help you search for him if you'd like?" he asked and she turned her head to look at him gratefully before suddenly shaking her head and pointing. She was pointing to another little boy on a bench not too far behind James' and to the left. "Not to worry. There he is."

James, the mother and I were relieved that the fourth brother had been located but Jack didn't seem to share our joint reaction. He rolled his eyes from playing tug of war with the stick from Growlithe.

"He probably just went off to be boring." He muttered with an eye roll and a shrug, causing the mother to give him a glare.

James blinked upon hearing this but soon just nodded and smiled when she excused herself to fetch the boy known as Peter. I couldn't help but notice the fourth boy was sitting in the exact same position and pretending to read a newspaper like James had been doing earlier. But like the lavender haired male, I got distracted with the boys.

The little blonde boy, Michael, had seemingly forgotten his mother's advice of not talking to strangers and tugged on James' sleeve, causing him to go down to his level.

"You know we're Michael, Peter, Jack and George." He began in his sweet voice, causing James to smile. But his mother got back with Peter to only hear his last words. "Who are you?"

She repeated the little boy's name as a warning not to be rude but James just shook his head and smiled. He held his hand out and shook Michael's hand.

"Hello Michael. My name is James."

Little Michael gave off such a big beam from feeling grown up that the lavender haired male shook his hand that it caused his mother to melt. James then proceeded to shake all of the boy's hands and introduce himself, including a hesitant Peter.

James finally shook the mother's hand and found out her name was Georgina. Georgina. That was a pretty name. And for some reason I felt like we were both going to be saying it for some time into the future. And for it to mean something to the group.

Michael seemed to scowl after James spoke to the rest of his family because he tugged on his sleeve again, making him crouch back down so he was eye level with him.

"James? Your name is James?" he asked in a high pitched voice, causing his older brother's to roll their eyes at him but Georgina to smile softly. Michael didn't care. He was talking to James. "Our daddy's name is Jonah." He proudly told him.

The green orbed male smiled softly at the little boy and ruffled his hair. Peter was quick to burst his bubble. The other boys just rolled their eyes but Peter bought him down a peg or two with words and an eye roll.

"Jonah is not our father." He muttered before trying to go back to his bench but Georgina directed him so he had to sit on James' one. He scowled even more. She shook her head at him sadly.

"Yes I know that Jonah is not your real father but that doesn't mean he isn't good to you." She let out a quiet sigh before blushing slightly when she realised she was still in the presence of James, getting ready to explain herself.

Michael clearly wanted attention for himself because he tugged on James' sleeve again and spoke to him. Yep, he had to be reminding James of Jazmyn or Jaxon.

"We were never in our mommy's tummy." He said with honesty, causing Georgina to breathe out his name yet again and gently tug him back to her side. She went back to explaining to James the words she was going to say anyway before she got interrupted by the youngest little boy.

"They are very much my boys but my partner Jonah and I are fostering them. They'll probably end up telling you themselves but they haven't had the best start in life."

Georgina was telling James gently and obviously didn't mean the boys would tell him right there and then but they found themselves telling all to a stranger. But it was impossible for James to be a stranger to anyone really. He was so warm and open, people often talked to him in public.

The lavender haired male, Growlithe and I found out that the boys had a sister and she was at home with their foster father, Jonah. Their real parents had sadly died. Their father when Wendy was born and their mother when Wendy was one. She was now two. They had lived a bit with their grandmother but she couldn't handle five children. Michael clung to Georgina when George truthfully said they'd probably end up getting adopted by other families. Peter looked at her worriedly also.

Jack saw and couldn't help but roll his eyes at little Peter who, despite not being Georgina's biological son, was also a red head. He gave him a slight shove.

"Yeah, you refuse to call Jonah 'dad' but you won't hesitate to call Georgina 'mom'." He muttered somewhat bitterly, causing their mother to try and hush them before anything else happened. She failed. "You are picky, aren't you? Now they're gone it's perfectly clear which parent you preferred."

All of a sudden, it was chaos and it felt like I was back home in the group house. Chaos should have frightened me but it didn't. It was a part of life. Michael gasped like he perfectly understood what they were bickering about. George groaned with embarrassment. Jack slapped his brother lightly around the face and Peter slapped him properly back. Georgina gasped for real.

"Jack! Peter!" she cried, her hand going to her mouth and her hat almost flying off when a gust of wind hit just as soon as he hand left her head and went to her mouth.

It then suddenly hit me. I could see far more than I saw before. Those actions just there were like Lynne. And she did indeed look a lot like Josie. But she also looked a lot like James. I couldn't explain why or how.

She was ginger. He was lavender. She was shorter and plumper and he was taller and sleeker. She had a rounder face and he was famous for his cheekbones. But they both had green eyes. They had the same exact soulful green eyes. And I figured that's what my heart was saying. Their eyes were the same. I should have listened when my insides were singing that it was far more than just that.

James had looked very sad and sympathetic upon hearing the boys little lives story before but now he was suddenly almost amused at the fighting. He couldn't help it. His children were around the same age as the older boys and his life was seemingly similar to aspects of Georgina's. But he looked sadder again seeing her embarrassment. He was about to try and help when Growlithe suddenly yapped, causing the boys to stop rolling around on the floor fighting.

Jack leapt up and beamed, obviously thinking Growlie wanted attention and began chasing him all over again. Meanwhile, Peter had a very different reaction and hid behind his foster mother. He almost burst into tears.

"I'm sorry…" James mumbled apologetically, his own cheeks flushed a delicate pink like hers had before with embarrassment.

Seeing the very adult man looking so guilty and almost as childlike as her sons, Georgina didn't hesitate to reach out reassuringly at him but she didn't touch him. She shook her head as she held onto her hat.

"It's no problem, really." She said, causing James to believe her the first time for once before looking at him sincerely. "Thank you, James. Thank you." She nodded her head and I didn't know what she was quite thanking him for but James could obviously feel it.

Perhaps it was for being so patient with her sons. Maybe it was for being so kind that they felt like they could be honest with him. It could even be a thank you for not judging Peter for being so mixed up with men since his father had died.

James just smiled. Georgina looked almost reluctant.

"I suppose we should be heading back." She tried to say airily but she pulled a face when she caught sight of the time on the clock in the bath. But she laughed nonetheless. "We really should be getting back. The boys will be little monkeys if I give them their lunch too late."

James paused to look at the boys running a riot anyway and inwardly noted this but just nodded, smiling understandingly. He really did understand. And I found it sweet how he truly did. He was a father but he often understood the woes and problems of a mother because he was so paternal. A parent was a parent. And he connected with them. He had connected with Georgina.

Michael let out quite an obvious whine upon hearing that they were going to be leaving but tried to hide it. He tugged on James' sleeve again and for yet another time, the lavender haired male crouched so he could be on his level. I suddenly wondered if my knees would have given up after that many times of doing it.

Michael tugged on James' sleeve many times as he turned around to peer up at his mother with hopeful eyes. He held onto his beanie like she did to her sun hat when the wind blew as late afternoon approached.

"Can we have him for lunch?" he asked innocently, not understanding why his mother and his brothers laughed. James wanted to but he didn't. He smiled softly at the little boy. Georgina covered her mouth with her hand and finally lowered it when she was ready to speak without giggling fondly. She gently held his hand and tugged her back to his side.

"You mean have him stay for lunch, Michael. We are not cannibals." She held his hand before smoothing down her skirt when the wind finally stopped blowing. She smiled shyly but she seemed to really like her son's idea. She nodded at James. "You are more than welcome to come."

The lavender haired male blinked in surprise at being invited to a stranger's house even though she and her boys didn't really feel like strangers. Michael looked worried that it'd be a no at his hesitance but James nodded. It seemed like a yes but it wasn't. His cheeks blushed shyly before he ran a hand through his shorter locks than normal.

"I was going to actually ask all of you lot to mine." He mumbled and I tried not to blink at him with surprise. He was definitely the less social out of he and his wife. I assumed he only thought of it when he got invited to theirs. He remained casual and humble. "I think my house is big enough for you all."

I felt as though maybe they should be told who exactly he was and how big his mansion actually was but that didn't need to be addressed. Suddenly Peter gasped from holding James' newspaper and spoke with more emotion than I ever had heard. He had found a photo of the lavender haired male in the newspaper and pointed to it.

"Look! It's him!" his eyes shone in disbelief, for once coming out of his stubborn and almost adult self for a few moments as he looked between the real life James and the photo.

James groaned upon seeing that it was an inappropriate article for a boy of his age to be reading and wondered whether he should snatch it off him. But he didn't have to. He smiled gratefully at George when he did it for him. Peter soon went back to sulking.

The green orbed male looked at the green orbed female hesitantly. He scratched his cheek. He wasn't sure how she was to react. He doubted she'd be a fan. He hoped she didn't judge him for the false story that was in the paper. He really wanted to get to know her family more. She was looking back at him. But not in a way that he was expecting. It was like she was trying to figure who exactly he really was, even though she had been informed he was James Morgan. She swallowed as bells began to ring in her head but Michael was looking worried and Peter too so she pushed them away.

Georgina soon smiled at James and smoothed down her skirt again.

"Lunch at your house would be lovely." She nodded her head and held onto Michael's hand once again and took off her hat to hold with the other.

James couldn't quite get over how she had been looking at him before but he made himself. He nodded back and reassured her that she and her boys were more than welcome at his for food. And with that, we all took off back to the Morgan Mansion.

George carried the picnic supplies for his mother. (They were still clearly hungry for a second lunch.) Jack trotted with Growlithe. Peter trudged thoughtfully behind. Michael ran ahead after James directed him, wanting to be the first to see his new best friend's house.

After the two adults got onto the conversation of how Georgina had been a surrogate thirty three years ago as well as fostering now while I walked behind them, she stopped. She shook her head and couldn't help but smile at James.

"There hasn't been a day that has gone by that I haven't thought about the little boy called James that I gave up." She sighed truthfully and I should have seen it then as she looked at him. I was touched hearing that she had carried a child for her brother and his wife without hearing the circumstances.

James of course felt the same as me. He adored mothers even though he didn't exactly adore his own. He nodded his head understandingly but he wondered why she had stopped to look at him solemnly while she spoke. He didn't mind, however.

Before he turned to begin walking after Michael again, he squeezed her hand and smiled.

"I hope you find him." He told her while he was by her side before calling back to her while he walked with her little blonde son. "I hope you find your little James." He hummed innocently and only I could hear her as she stayed standing on the gravel with a hand over her heart and a lump in her throat.

Emotion filled those soulful green eyes that she shared with him.

"I think I already have."

The End.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 So yes. More stuff to this universe introduced. James' parents - Johanna and Charlie - had him via surrogate because Johanna didn't want to go through carrying and birth. Charlie's little sister, Georgina, kindly offered to carry him and had the hardest time giving him up. She ended up fleeing. She and James get reunited here because I reckon Lynne had a little something to do with it up there :P Georgina and Jonah's boys and little girl end up being adopted by other people but they keep Peter, not wanting him to become more unsettled. He struggles bonding with men since the death of his real father and has a hard time when Georgina and James become close after realising they're related and she mothers him. I will definitely write more about this all soon :P Thanks again for reading and I will be back on Wednesday so see you then!

AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3