(A.N)

My hands are freezing brrr

I finished writing this chapter while listening to "Los Premios" by Los Bunkers on repeat

I wanted to release this earlier, but whatever.

Anyway.

Enjoy.

"Try not to move too much, darling," The nurse said as she looked at the girl's back, grimacing a little at the state of her body. 'She's almost pure bone… how did it get this bad?'

The girl shivered at the touch of the nurse's cold hands on her exposed back. "Oh! Sorry about that…" The nurse apologized.

"It's ok, just keep going." The girl said, her voice less hoarse than yesterday. The nurse nodded and kept checking her. '...' She wasn't that bothered by the prodding, it was normal, taking into account the horrible state of her body. Looking down, she could see her ribs through her skin.

Earlier in the day, she tried to stand up and walk around for a bit but ended up painfully faceplanting on the ground. Meowstic almost instantly teleported to the room and used his psychic powers to lift her to her bed, a harsh scolding ensued.

"And we are done!" The nurse said, "Your body is in a really bad state, little miss, but not unrecoverable. I recommend you stay in bed for the next couple of weeks."

'Oh…' It was clear to see that she was quite saddened by what the nurse said. It was not the prospect of staying in bed that saddened her… it was the fact that she could not go outside and meet the Pokemon in the garden.

"..." The nurse observed the girl who seemed upset by the revelation… "Actually, hold on for a moment." She said, before leaving the room.

'I guess I'll have to get used to this for a while, it's like I'm not deadly ill or something.' She decided not to think about that too much, and moved her attention to another important matter; her hair. 'How do I even untangle this?!' Whoever owned this body before her clearly didn't take good care of her hair, not that she could blame her. The one saving grace is that above the neck, her hair wasn't as badly tangled. '... guess I'll cut it… A shame, I really wanted long hair….'

While trying to untangle her hair, she didn't notice the nurse entering with a new visitor. 'This… thing… won't untangle!'

"Bliss!"

"Hm?" She turned in the direction of the sound…

"Blissey!" The pink Pokemon said, shoving a massive egg into the girl's arms.

"Huh?! Umm… Thanks?"

"Try eating it." The nurse said, startling the bedridden girl. "Shi-" Her hands instantly stopped her from cussing in front of the girl. "Sorry about that…"

"It's ok…" Looking at the egg, it looked… like a really big egg. It was a bit heavy, so she set it down on her lap. "Umm… can you help me? I don't think I can open it by myself." She asked the nurse, who nodded and helped her break the shell of the egg, leaving the top open. She carefully bit the egg… 'it's… really good!' Instantly after the first, she started taking more bites.

The nurse had to hold back her laughter at the sight of the little girl ravenously chomping on an egg bigger than her head.

Blissed was just happy to be of help, dancing around the room and happily singing. "Blissey! Blissey, blissey, blissey! Bliss!"

That wasn't any normal egg, though, it was one of Blisseys' own soft-boiled eggs, which are famous for their healing properties. 'Feels… warm…' strength was slowly coming back to her, she no longer struggled with moving her arms, at least not as much as before.

"You should eat the rest later, that way, the healing is more effective." The nurse said with a soft smile on her face. The girl looked at her for a moment, her mouth still biting on the egg, then stopped eating. "Anyway, I have to go talk with your father."

'Father? Who?' She wanted to ask the nurse what she meant, but she had already left the room. "But… I don't have a father… Or… Do I have one? Maybe they found him already? That was fast…" She was honestly not as thrilled as she should have been about possibly having a stable future. 'Maybe it is the girl's father, but… not my father…' even if she doesn't remember her father…

The girl looked out the window, feeling downhearted.

~Sycamore POV~

No matches.

No matches at all. It was as if she didn't exist in the first place. "Hahh…" He sighed as he tapped his fingers on his desk, looking at the results of the DNA tests. He could imagine the Porygons working overtime to find any modicum of information on the lavender-haired girl.

'This… is the same as those cases…' People suddenly appearing with no memories and no DNA matches; if we look at only these two facts, this sounds similar to the fallers more commonly seen in Alola… but… 'Crying without any real sadness present, and… no knowledge of Pokemon.' The last one he didn't have confirmation of, but seeing the wonder in her eyes at seeing the Pokemon in the garden. 'It was as if she had never seen a Pokemon in her life…'

It sounded really close to a different, rarer case of "Fallers".

Something deep in his heart hurt at seeing her situation. A little girl dropped into an unfamiliar world without any relatives or a home. She had nothing. '...Maybe… I…'

A knock on the door brought him out of his musing. He stood and opened the door. "Sophie?"

"The nurse wants to talk with you, professor." She said.

'They finished already? Hopefully it's not that bad…' Sycamore nodded, then walked to the lab's living room. Entering the room, he was greeted by the nurse; a woman with long, brown hair tied in a ponytatail. An old friend of his, he was thankful she was available now. "Thanks for taking time out of your day for this, Irene, I didn't know if I could bring the girl to a hospital in her state."

"I'm glad you called fast. I'm actually kind of mad that I couldn't come earlier, but that's in the past" She said with a slightly sad tone in her voice. "Anyway, while her state is bad, it's not unrecoverable"

It was as if a weight was lifted off Sycamore's back. While this feeling wasn't rare in his work, this time it felt different… more personal. "Thank god…" He said with a sigh.

Irene watched the concerned look on Sycamore's face fade with amusement. This was a side of the man she hadn't seen before. He was certainly kind and caring toward others, but this was different. 'Has that child really awakened that in him?'

The next couple of minutes were spent with Irene explaining anything the girl would need for a full recovery. "She has to regain a lot of weight, coupled with her not being able to walk properly… At least 2 months of dedication to her recovery." She explained to Sycamore, who was listening with full attention. Seeing this, she decided to tease him. "... You know, you are acting a lot like a concerned father."

It took Sycamore a bit to react to her comment, as he was making some annotations in a notebook, but when he finally processed the comment… "... I-I mean…" He struggled to come up with words.

"Also, I think you skipped some steps, Augustine." She said, looking at the researcher in the eyes, making him straighten up. "She is not your daughter, at least not legally." That seemed to make Sycamore realize what he had skipped. "It's good that you want to take care of her, but right now, in her current situation, without parents, she will probably be taken to an orphanage. And while the system itself is good for most children, for someone like her, if what you told me is true, it won't suffice."

Sycamore looked to the ground, thinking about what his friend told him. It was true that a child like her, a "Mourner", wouldn't be able to fit in with the rest of the kids. If we go by past examples, mourners have a serious lack of understanding of the world they now inhabit beyond some basics.

'Adoption…' He was already planning on taking care of her anyway, so going through the process was obvious, but the process itself is incredibly cumbersome.

For anyone else, that is. "I'm sorry, Irene, I'll have to cut this meeting short." He said, standing up and going and going for the door.

He had some calls to make.

As he left the room, he didn't notice Cosette holding a partly eaten Blissey egg in her arms, even as she called him. "... Umm…"

"You should cut that into pieces and serve it to the girl whenever she wakes up," Irene said, startling Cosette.

"Ah! O-ok…"

"Good. Anyway, see you later." She said as she left the lab.

'... I should get Alain to help me with this…'

"Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol~

Y el corazón~"

She was once again crying. No matter what she did, the tears would not stop. 'Would I end up dehydrated if I cry too much?'

"Se pone triste~

Contemplando la ciudad~

Porque te vas~"

With no other option left, since meowstic was not present, her best option was to sing whatever came to her mind.

"Todas las promesas de mi amor se irán contigo~

Me olvidarás~

Me olvidarás~"

She could not remember the name of the song, but she enjoyed it anyway.

Without her knowledge, she seemed to have started a concert for a pair of Budews and a Maractus from the garden. The Budew were slowly swaying to her singing while Maractus danced.

Her singing was interrupted when the door to the room opened. "Sorry to interrupt you." Said Sycamore, he was holding some papers in his hands. "I need to talk with you." He looked at the Pokemon on the other side of the window with an apologetic look.

By that time, the tears had already stopped, so he didn't get to see the girl cry. "It's ok… Is something wrong?" She said, looking at the papers.

Sycamore pondered for a moment. How does he explain this situation to a little girl who probably doesn't know what any of this means? 'I should have thought about that first…' And he is supposed to be smart, mind you.

Without him noticing, the papers on his hands bent just enough for her to be able to read a bit. '... Ad… adop…' "Adoption?..." She said, not believing what the words said.

The professor looked at the girl in panic, but what he saw in her face he could not believe. "... You know what that means?" As he said that, he could almost see the stars in her eyes as the girl looked at him.

"You will…?"

Seeing the opportunity, he sat in the chair that was beside the bed. "... We couldn't find any matches for any relatives, sadly…" As he said that, he observed her reaction. She looked down at her lap with a complicated face.

A part of her expected it, she isn't supposed to be here after all… but another part was hurt, a part that didn't feel like it was hers… '... Weird…'

"Normally, you would be sent to an orphanage." For a moment, she looked panicked, but he decided to reassure her before it got too bad. "But considering your situation, I have a proposition for you." As he said that, he showed the girls the papers.

He didn't expect her to understand everything. "You will have a hard time if you go to an orphanage, so how about living here at the lab?"

There was almost no reaction from the girl, but her next words almost made him fall out of his chair.

"So you would be my father?" She said with a tilt of her head.

"Y-Yes!" He didn't expect this talk to be so hard.

'I feel… weird…' A part of her was strangely euphoric about the prospect of being adopted, but it didn't feel like it was her, the one feeling euphoric. '... But still…' She looked out the window, finally noticing the tiny group of pokemon attentively listening in on the conversation. 'It's not like I have anywhere else to go…'

She once again turned to the professor. He looked nervous and hopeful.

"... Ok" She said with a soft smile.

"... Are you sure?" He looked like he was restraining his reaction.

"Yes… but…" She stopped looking at him, a tint of pink on her cheeks. "About my name… Can you give me one?"

Augustine could swear that at this very moment, he had been blessed by Arceus himself. "It would be an honor," He said, receiving a smile from the girl.

He thought for a moment. 'What could be a good name… Again, I should've thought about this earlier…' Looking at her, her sights landed on her hair; a beautiful lavender. He was quite saddened by the state of it, though. It was tangled, and some of the hair looked burned. 'I didn't notice that…' But he could not ask her, since she probably also didn't know.

"... How about Lavender? Like your hair." He said with a soft smile.

The girl looked at the researcher for a long moment, her face unreadable. "... You are not very good with names, aren't you?" She finally said.

"... I tried my best…" He said, clutching his chest and making a sad face.

Seeing this, the girl, now named Lavender, laughed. " Hehe… It's ok, I like it." She said.

He still looked a bit heartbroken, but he powered through the hurt to give his daughter a smile. "I'm glad…"

(A.N)

Or, the chapter where Sycamore awakens his parental instincts and becomes a father to an interdimensional amnesiac child.

I had no idea how to finish the chapter, too much brain juice was used.

The song is "¿Porqué te vas?" by Jeanette.

As I said, I wanted to release this earlier, but there are times when I reach a certain point when writing where my mind just blocks and I struggle to come up with a way to follow up a sentence. That's usually why I take so long to finish chapters.

…

Also, I may have started playing in my FGO accounts again. That game makes me feel like a masochist with how much I come back to it even when it makes me suffer… Is this how League of Legends players feel?

Who is the other one?

Langosta