"This is simply incredible!" The excitable elder Oak exclaimed with a wide smile on his face, showing a light into Brock's mouth.

Brock glanced over at the embarrassed expression of Delia, feeling awful about the two Oak's excitement being directed at the boy, before speaking up. "It is…?"

Gary, holding a stethoscope to Brock's stomach, scoffed lightly. "Well, yeah! Of course, it is! Not only are there other people like Ash, but you guys have wholly different, like…" The nine-year-old trailed off while trying to find the right words. "Who different insides!"

At the non-scientist's looks of confusion, Professor Oak chuckled lightly. "I believe what Gary is trying to say is that Ash, Serena, and Brock have such different physiologies and biologies that it's incredible!"

Well… I guess that makes sense…" Delia mumbled to herself while glancing out into the corral to watch Ash and 'Serena' run around in the cool, morning air with Dracovish. It hadn't been but two hours since Lance had left but Delia had a feeling that the craziness of the day was just getting started. "We did this that Ash was one of a kind, after all."

"That idiot still is one of a kind," Gary smirked while rolling his eyes. "A one of a kind moron." While his words were meanspirited, his tone was light enough that it was clear that the young boy was just playing around.

"Well, that feels a little mean…" Brock remarked with a frown while looking at Gary. "He's been nothing but nice to me since yesterday. Please don't speak about him like that."

"That's just Gary's way of showing affection, my boy." Professor Oak stated while placing a hard on Gary's head and ruffling his grandson's hair, causing the boy to let out a groan as he shook his head. "It's just their dynamic. Gary doesn't mean that, right?" The elder Oak asked with a small glare at the boy.

"Yeah, yeah…" Gary answered his grandfather with an eye roll. "Now, can we please refocus, here?" Gary pleaded while gesturing at Brock, who was sitting on the examination table and watching this exchange with a puzzled expression.

"Ah, yes. My apologies, my boy." Professor Oak apologized while rubbing the back of his head. "You know how I get…"

"Scatterbrained?" Gary smirked as he walked to the nearby computer.

"Overexcited?" Delia sweatdropped with a light laugh.

"Driven?" Brock sighed.

"Driven! Yes!" The elder Oak responded, now red in the face from all the teasing. "A-anyway… Yes. You said that you chew rocks, correct?"

"Yeah," Brock answered with a plain nod. "I guess that my teeth are just special I guess. The only thing I can't really chew are diamonds. But I've only tried that once."

"Well, the reason that you've probably had trouble with diamonds is because your teeth are diamonds," Oak exclaimed with a smile. "Well, partially, at least I'm no dentist or archeologist but this does seem to be diamond coating your teeth."

"And to add to that…" Gary mumbled while typing away at the computer. It wasn't too long before two images were shown on the screen. One being a side profile of Brock and the other being a side profile of a Sableye. "Your jaw muscles are, like, mega strong. Just like Sableye's."

"So you think that… what?" Delia asked while tilting her head. She was trying her best to keep up with this conversation but, sadly, she was no scientist.

"Well," Oak started, his hand coming up to rub his chin as he looked at Brock. "I have a theory that these aren't just strange mutations, but more… specific, somehow. But please, just humor me: If we were to use Pokemon as points of comparison for Brock's and the others… differences, what would they be?"

"Well, Sableye for sure. I researched that pokemon to help with things like my diet. But that can't be the whole thing, right? I mean…" Brock opened his eyes once again, revealing his ruby eye as well as the tiny flower bud which had already begun to grow back. "What about my flower?"

"And should we be using it to make tea?" Delia asked, causing everyone to turn and look at her for a few seconds. "What? It's good tea…"

"Well, hold on." Gary sighed and turned back to begin typing at the computer again. It wasn't long before the x-ray of Brock was shown, just being Brocks's head for now.

"You see this?" Gary asked as he pointed to a thin line connecting the top of Brock's neck to his eye. "That isn't normal. Well, I mean, I think it isn't. Gramps and I aren't exactly people professors-"

"You aren't even a professor yet, Gary!" Ash yelled into the room while he poked his head through the door while giggling. "Quit jumping the gu- Ah!"

Ash let out a yelp as he ducked back out of the door as Gary threw a pen at his head. "Shut it, Ash! Ugh! I hate that idiot sometimes." Gary sighed, shaking his head slightly as Brock was trying, and failing, to not giggle at the duo."

"I think I'm getting 'their dynamic' now, Professor." Brock turned to the elder Oak with a smile before refocusing on a very annoyed Gary.

"Can I continue?" Gary asked with an exasperated groan. "Anyway, that line isn't there normally."

As Brock squinted to try and see the 'line' that Gary was talking about, Delia walked over and gently rested her hand on Brock's back. "So it's… connected to his spine? Isn't there an erm… health thing or diseas-"

"Kuru, and no. There isn't an issue about that at all." Professor Oak answered before Delia could finish. She could hear Brock let out a sigh of relief as the tension left his body. "I was looking at the flower that you brought in while we got Brock's x-ray. And found none of the signs that would make using Any part of the flower dangerous in any way."

"Okay… Okay…" Brock sighed in relief again as Delia kept rubbing his back and presenting a hand for him to hold, which he thankfully took. "So… I'm sorry if I'm asking too quickly but, what is the flower?"

At that, Professor Oak let out a small grunt as he sat down in the chair which he had shoo'd Gary out of. Typing away for a moment before the picture of a Pokemon appeared on the screen. "Let us assume that your right eye and means of consumption are patterned like a Pokemon. Do you know what Pokemon this is?"

The Pokemon on the screen was one that Delia had never seen before, but she had to admit, it looked quite beautiful. It seemed to be humanoid with leaves as hands and dress frills with orange eyes. However, what caught Delia's attention at first was the giant, crowned, excentric orange flower resting on the Pokemon's head.

"No. I can't say that I have, Professor." Brock answered while asking his head.

"Woah! Pretty!" A voice yelled from behind them, causing the group to turn and see 'Serena' poking her head through the door. "It's a Lilligant!"

Oak, looking quite surprised at the girl, smiled wide. "Why yes, my dear. It's a Pokemon from the Unova Region, across the ocean. How did you know?"

"Mister Steve sometimes has one. I always think that it's super pretty." The young girl answered as she walked through the door and into the examination room. Serena stopped beside Delia as she looked up at the woman with a smile, which Delia returned in kind.

"Oh shoot!" Delia blurted out in sudden realization. "We never told 'Mister Steve' where you are! He must be so worried about you! Do you have his phone number or anything, sweetie?" She asked 'Serena' gently, worried that she might have startled the young child at her revelation.

"No." Serena shook her head, seemingly unbothered by the outburst. "I sometimes don't see him for a while, so it's fine. He always seems happy to see me no matter how long it's been." The young girl answered with a wide smile. "And he gets a lot of phone calls and letters from people but I don't know his number…"

"Wait, so he doesn't always take care of you at night?" Brock asked as he turned to face 'Serena' fully. "I thought that you said that he has a place in Pewter City?"

"I have a place where I see him, yeah! But he isn't around sometimes so I just sit nearby and hope he comes by usually…" Serena trailed off with a small frown as she looked to the ground, causing Delia to reach out and gently rub the girl's back. There was more to this, Delia was sure of it. But now wasn't the time and this isn't the place.

"It's okay. We'll talk about it later. Don't worry." Delia gently lifted 'Serenas' chin up and brushed the girl's hair out of her eye and behind her ear.

"But- hold on." Brock insisted. "You sai-"

"Brock." Delia interrupted sternly while facing the boy. "Later, I promise you. But for now, we should focus on you, understand? We will talk at home." Not catching that she just addressed her house as Brocks's home as well, Delia turned back to the very uncomfortable-looking, 'family drama is happening in front of me' Professor Oak.

"Ahem…" Professor Oak gulped lightly after clearing his throat. "Where were we?"

"You were about to talk about Lilligant, Gramps," Gary answered as he leaned against the wall with a silent Ash and Pichu beside him. The younger Oak seemingly experienced less discomfort at the scene and held more of a sense of wanting to grab popcorn, unlike his Grandfather who most definitely didn't want to be there. "You want to talk or should I?"

"Nono, my boy. Thank you, but I should be fine." Oak answered with a small chuckle as he refocused. "So, yes. That is a Pokemon called Lilligant. A Unovan Pokemon that has a very familiar-looking flower, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh hey… That flower looks a lot like yours, Brock!" Ash excitedly pointed out as Brock sweatdropped.

Gary, who was standing beside Ash, scoffed slightly. "Yeah, doofus. Welcome to five minutes ago."

"Hey!" Ash called back, causing Gary to chuckle.

"Yes, yes." Oak sighed at the duo's usual bickering as he turned back to the trio who were still paying attention. "This Pokemon is practically on the other side of the planet so I didn't expect you to know of it. Its flower is said to have a calming, relaxing scent to it. Eating its petals or leaves is said to have many medical benefits. See where I'm going with this?"

Brock nods slowly. "Yeah, I noticed that, when it bloomed, my flower seemed to help me and my siblings relax. I tried making tea with it and, well, everyone loved it so I just kept using it for that." Brock hummed as he reached up to touch the bulb forming his eye. "It helps when my siblings are feeling anxious or angry."

"You are releasing those spores even now." Oak pointed out, causing Brock to seem shocked. "Even when your flower isn't bloomed, I think you release spores through the pores in your skin. I'll have to do more testing to determine how, but it's just a theory until then."

"Huh…" Ash leaned back with his arms resting behind his head. "I guess that you're just a naturally calming guy, Brock. That's super cool!"

"I… guess I am, Ash. Thanks." Brock turned to Ash with a smile.

"Not a problem." Ash smiled and gave a thumbs up with Pichu copying him.

"Ahem." Oak cleared his throat, drawing the attention back to himself. "So, to summarize and theorize, Brock not only has the traits of one Pokemon, but two. The digestive and possible visual system as a Sableye, but also the spore-producing, and flower production and regrowth abilities of a Lilligant. This is very interesting indeed." Oak finished as he rubbed his chin.

"So we can be two Pokemon at once?" Ash asked as he tilted his head.

"Have traits of two Pokemon, my boy." Oak corrected the young boy as he continued to caress his chin. "And yes, that does raise several questions about you, doesn't it, Ash?"

Ash gulped lightly at that look of inquisitiveness in the elder Oak's eyes. "W-well what about Serena? Don't you want to check her out first?"

The professor nodded and turned towards Serena. "Yes, I believe that you are correct, my boy. Let's get started on that immediately."

"Hm?" Serena tilted her head up at Professor Oak. "Started on what?"

"Well…" Professor Oak answered with a smile. "Started on seeing exactly what you are, my dear."

Lance sighed as Dragonite finally touched down back in front of the Pokemon League after 2 hours of flying. He could have asked Dragonite to go faster, of course, but Lance honestly just wanted the chance to think on the fly back. He had been up nearly the entire night with stress due to this… this embarrassment of a situation.

"Thank you, my friend. Take a rest. I shouldn't be needing you anymore today." Lance smiled as he laid a hand on Dragonite's chest.

"Drago…" The large, gentle Dragon merely leaned down and pressed his forehead against Lances for a few moments of serenity before the large Pokemon stepped back to take to the skies again. Lance remained there as he watched the Dragonite leave with a sigh.

"You talk with the eldest?" A voice rang out from behind him, yet he already knew who it was.

Upon turning around, Lance nodded at Lorelai with a sigh. "Yeah, I did. I thought he might punch me, to be honest…" Lance huffed as he began walking towards the doors to the building. "I might have even deserved it."

Lorelai, who was now walking along beside him, shot him a disapproving look. "Lance, You know that these are unique circumstances-"

"Has Koga gotten to the gym yet?" Lance interrupted his colleague, not wanting to hear another word about how this wasn't his fault or problem.

Brock's anger, his resentment at his situation. It's the only thing that Lance could think about. The boy's words reverberate around inside Lance's head in a perpetual echo chamber

'You guys don't even take care of your gyms properly! I can't even remember the last time that the inspector came! And you just expect me to trust you when you say that you'll 'take care of my family'?!'

"Yes, he arrived there this morning with the doctors. All of the children have a clean bill of health." Lorelai stated calmly, seemingly undeterred by the man's interruption. "They seem… distrustful, but Koga assures that it will be no problem."

Lance scoffed with a scowl. "Why would they be distrustful? It's not as if we were kicking them out of the only home they have ever known and are told that they might be separated." Lance's voice dripped with sarcasm as he shook his head. "And the parents?"

"Nothing yet, but we are looking. We are also getting help from the Jenny's and have flagged their trainer cards." Lorelai stated calmly. Her heels clicked against the tile floor of the building as they made their way down the hall.

"Media?" Lance asked as he opened the door to his office.

"Nothing yet," Lorelai noted as she walked ahead and placed several papers down on Lance's desk. "But it's only a matter of time until someone squeals. You'll have to have a statement and action plan ready."

Lance scoffed as he sat down, scanning the papers. It was the medical documents of all the children. "The plan was for this to not have happened in the first place." Lance scoffed, bitterness seeping out of his voice like a Seviper's venom seeping out of its fangs. "But yes, I understand. I've already got a few ideas. Paldea's yearly gym inspection is usually done in person and not delegated to by some intern who doesn't even bother to…" Lance trails off, grinding his teeth as he clenches his fist.

Lorelai patiently waits for the man's temper to cool down. "Yes, well, that's good, but I was more focused on the kids. People aren't exactly going to be happy if they learn too many details."

"Yes, yes." Lance sighed, looking over the papers slowly. "As usual, you're right. Any progress on finding a potential home?"

"No. At least, not if you want to keep them all together." Lorelai shook her head. "I mean… we could try and reach out to the Morgans perhaps? Their only son ran away a while ago and hasn't been seen since, after all. And they're millionaires. What kid doesn't want to get adopted by millionaires?

"No." Lance shook his head. Just thinking about those two made his head hurt. There was no way in hell he would subject those children to those two aristocrat assholes. "Absolutely not. They are the worst and you know it."

Lorelai scoffed as she leaned forward to put her hand on the desk, glaring at Lance. "Alright then what do you suggest?"

At that, Lance looked down at his desk once more, scanning the different pictures of all the Harrison children. "What if… instead of sending them to one home, we send them to different ones, but still close?"

"Isn't that what we are trying to avoid?" Lorelai tilted her head as she looked at Lance as if he were a madman.

"Nono. Well, yeah." Lance had to admit, but he sighed and shook his head. "We try and get them all adopted by a small, tight-knit community so that, even if they aren't all living together, they're still together."

Lorelai tilted her head at the suggestion. The woman remained silent for a moment before speaking up again. "Okay, I see where you are going with this… but which town would we try first?"

Lance smiled lightly at the question. It was as if destiny itself had presented him with a lock that a certain brunette woman gave him the key for. "How about Pallet Town?"