Mew watched as the sun set over the wildlands, beyond her tree-shaped home. All around her she would hear the peaceful sounds, of a gentle breeze or Pokémon playing amongst themselves. Of course, some times those sounds weren't so peaceful, such as a storm or if an argument broke out. The latter of the two she'd have to sort out if it got too violent. However, other than that, it was calm and tranquil. Though the mythical couldn't help but wonder if this peace would last.

"Enjoying yourself?" Someone mentally said to her.

"As much as I can," She said in return, turning around to see her brother floating towards her, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be watching over them?"

"They are currently not in any danger. Besides there is something I've been meaning to ask you. Though it hadn't really been relevant until now."

"What?"

"You didn't tell him about her."

"Tell who about what?"

"Don't play coy. You know what I'm talking about."

"It doesn't matter now. He won't know her anyways."

"Yes, he will."

"What are you talking about?"

"Unlike Uxie, our memory altering abilities are not permanent. When Ash encountered me for the second time, the memory wipe I placed on him slowly crumbled. Once they come in contact your changes will begin to fade. They will remember."

"That might not happen."

"You know of the relationship she has with the boy, the boy that he is training. They will meet one way or another."

Mew whimpered. Unpleasant memories rushing to the fore front of her mind.

"Does he even know what you've done?" Mewtwo asked.

"No, I erased all memories. No one remembers what they had and no one other than them is alive to recollect."

"So, when they remember?"

"It will just be a recollection, like realizing where you put your keys last, simple as that," Mew paused, "How did you even know about this? You weren't even born when it happened."

"You're not the only one who runs into a Celebi every now and again."

Mew sighed, "Sometimes I wished those little things kept their mouths shut when it came to their gossiping."

"Well, you can't control everything. Why you do it?"

"A friend asked. She was scared, and just wanted to keep the ones she loved safe."

"No alternative motive?"

"I don't hate humans as much as you do, Two. I didn't want to do it, but it was for the peace. The Alpha's chosen would've waged war, if they had discovered what she had done. So, I summoned a Celebi to send her away, but not before rewriting what everyone thought was real."

"Including her?"

"She didn't want to remember what she would lose."


Lucario's ear twitched. The sounds of humans and Pokémon sleeping peacefully filling it. He silently closed his eyes and searched what Ash called a 'train car'. There were many unfamiliar auras surrounding him and the others, but all of them were calm. Subdued with sleep. Including the ones in the same booth as him. Satisfied that they were safe, he opened his piercing red eyes and recounted the day's events.

He looked towards the younger Aura user. Ash seemed to be doing well for himself since they had last seen each other. Recently he had taken a job underneath a man known as Professor Cerise. Lucario didn't know what Professor was. Though he did guess it was some kind of title, where it fell among the ranks of nobility, he wasn't sure. Clearly high enough to employ people to work under him. Although he wasn't sure what Ash was doing while working at the Professor's lab; the lad's explanation not being very forth coming when asked.

As for the Professor himself, from what Lucario could hear from the strange device (which knew a little bit too much in his opinion, and shouldn't be trusted) that Goh used to talk to his employer, the human seemed confused at first but quickly accepted the odd circumstances. Even offering the Aura Pokémon and Guardian shelter and assistance with the situation. Either he was a very patient man, or was used to weird things.

His eyes wandered from the lad to the Pokémon who were sleeping on top of him. Pikachu and the Pup. The yellow mouse, was doing well as far Lucario could tell. Just by looking at the way that Pikachu could fall asleep on top of Ash's head showed how much trust the two shared, even if Lucario hadn't really know the lighting wielder for long.

As for the pup...Lucario had several questions.

Said pup was currently cuddled up to Ash's leg, his small blue head using the lad's thigh as a pillow, with mouth wide open, snoring lightly. Any average user could sense that the pup was compatible with Ash's aura, much like the grown jackal Pokémon and Sir Aaron were. There was a reason why most guardians had chosen to work with his species, whether they be adults or still in pup form. Lucario wasn't at all surprised to learn that Ash had found a pup.

However, that did leave the question. Where did the pup come from? Most of the pups were raised at the Aura Temple in Hisui. There they were trained until an auratic match was found, and then they were sent off with that compatible user. Either that or they were wild and had been stumbled upon by a user or someone who was in allegiance with the guild. However, Lucario doubted that the former was the case for Ash's Riolu. Not only did Hisui not exist anymore, but this pup was far too young. The jackal Pokémon wasn't the best when it came to guessing ages, but he could tell that this pup was barely a month out of the shell. The riolu at the Aura Temple were at least kept there for a year with their mothers before being sent off. Which then begged another important question.

Where was this Pup's mother? Sure, if this pup was born in the wild (which Lucario suspected), getting separated wouldn't have been a too farfetched of a theory. Being a lost pup himself once, he knew that this possibility was a sad reality. Even if this was the case, why wasn't the mother looking for her pup? When Lucario lost his mother, he had already learned to defend himself even if it was still considered to be an early separation, meaning his mother had no reason to go after him. But Ash's pup? Lucario was just grateful that the little one had found the young aura user, before anything bad happened.

Something shifted in the corner of his eye, putting the aura Pokémon on high alert. Lucario's gaze darting over towards the movement, only to find Goh twitching in his sleep. Ah, yes Ash's latest travel companion. Lucario wasn't sure what to think of the lad. Sure, he was working with Ash for Professor Cerise, which made the aura Pokémon respect him slightly considering the trouble Ash could get himself in (the boy's Aura flaring with restrained panic, disbelief, confusion, exhaustion, and irritation said everything). Besides Lucario trusted Ash's judgement when it came to his companions. Even if they were being followed around by a moody, Rabbit Pokémon.

As for what happened to the others friends Ash had. Lucario was shocked to learn that May, Max and Brock had gone their separate ways (he wasn't too surprised about Kidd), the group seemed to be very tight knit. Though he understood why. May went on to follow a dream of being a coordinator (whatever that was), and Max, still being young, had to go with his sister. While Brock ended up returning back to his home to study, in order to become some kind of healer if he understood Ash's explanation correctly. An honorable trade to pursue in Lucario's opinion.

Finally, he looked to his master. Sir Aaron was currently leaning against the window of the train car, fast asleep. His hat had fallen off, revealing the spiky head of hair the knight had, the reason as to why he wore said hat. Now, looking at Ash without his hat, Lucario (even with Pikachu sleeping on it) could tell that this was a family trait. However, Miss Emily never seemed to have the same issues, though whether or not her hair had been just as wild was still debated as she always wore it in tight restrictive braided knots that were pinned to her head.

The pair of red eyes, slowly drifted towards the window. The pale moon riding the horizon. At least it was still the same in this century. Of course, the lack of star light was still concerning, (Goh had said it was due to light pollution, and that they'd see more once the train left the resort station). A sinking feeling in Lucario's stomach made itself known to him. Whether it was fear or anxiety he wasn't sure, but he was not fond of it. Perhaps the idea of being trapped centuries away from his own time was just now starting to settle in his mind. Along with the heavy realization that he knew very little about the world now.

Last time he was conscious during this era, he had been too wrapped up in his own anger and pain to notice the drastic differences. Now, it felt like they were practically standing in front of him. The giant buildings (the modern-day inn he had seen was larger than Cameran Palace itself), the technology, not mention the culture.

Lucario knew not to use telepathy in a crowd of strangers, the chance of someone accidentally over hearing him wasn't something he wanted to risk. Sure, he could only speak to one person if he wanted, but it was just easier and less invasive to either not say anything or merely speak to people who were in a certain radius from him. This had been the best decision as it turns out. Due to his species still being native to the area (that hadn't changed apparently), no one really paid much mind to him. Pikachu said that they probably just assumed that his trainer, not that he had one, believed in 'free range training'.

For Sir Aaron, however, the same couldn't have been said. He probably got the most stares out of their group. Even with Pikachu riding on Ash's head. Though, once the lad said he was a LARPer and forgot his other clothes, they seemed to write him off. However, Lucario wasn't really sure if being called a 'LARPer' was a good thing or not due to the mixed expressions the starers gave.

The small device that Goh was apparently called a phone. Why it was called that? He didn't know. However, it was apparently like an endless book, as well as a modern version of the crystals that he and Sir Aaron had used to communicate back in the past. Of course, people didn't need aura to use them.

The Aura Pokémon sighed; this wasn't his world. Though, there was no going back now. While Sir Aaron might have been in the same situation, Lucario knew his master would most likely approach this scenario with an explorer's curiosity rather than mournfully. Which was understandable, he knew that the knight always held a passion for the unknown, though he also knew that eventually some kind of grief would befall his master. Even if Sir Aaron would never show it.

Red eyes glanced over to the humans and fellow Pokémon he was seated with. Well, at least he wasn't alone this time and he knew these were companions he could trust. Companions that were in danger due to team rocket. As such Lucario went back to his duty of keeping a look out for the rest of the night.

But if the movement of the train had lulled the Aura Pokémon into a slumber less then fifteen minutes later, he would forever deny it.


The loud sounds of heavy traffic rang on the right, but she didn't pay them any mind. Being from a big city this wasn't anything she wasn't used to. A gloved hand, pulled down the hood of her jacket. Sure, she was wearing a pair of sunglasses, but she still felt like people could still see her face.

"Bree?"

She looked down at the black four-legged Pokémon that was walking beside her. Umbreon's red eyes looking up at her with concern. The expression was a common occurrence on the dark type's face. She reached down and rubbed her partner's head, but it didn't change the Pokémon's wary look.

"Do you see anyone?" She asked.

Umbreon nodded.

"Are they watching?"

Head shake.

"Okay, we cross the street here."

They darted across the street, quickly, but not so fast that it looked suspicious. She turned her head towards them, the men in dark grey suits with 'R' printed on their shirts, seeing they had turned away. She couldn't let them see her. She had to blend in. Be invisible. Easier said than done, with what she was about to do.

The alley was thin, barely enough room for the dumpsters that sat on the left, but she didn't care for the trash right now. It was the chain-link fence that formed the back wall that held her attention. Slipping into the alley was easy. Now came the hard part. She put her brown sack on the ground, and pulled out a flash drive and black fabric facemask.

"Stay here keep watch," She ordered putting on the mask. Umbreon nodded.

She gripped the fence. The coarse metal wires tugged at her leather gloves and boots. Her ascent was far from silent, the fence jingling with every movement made. It took a minute and a few scratches to swing her leg over the barbed wire at the top, but it was worth the ruined jeans. She dropped to the ground in a squat, stumbling slightly as she stood back up.

Looking around her was an open supply yard. Piles of crates and boxes littered the paved field around her. Behind the number of heavy stacks of packed supplies (or maybe they were empty for all she knew), was the outline of a factory. Well at least it looked like a factory from the outside. She started running. She kept to the side of each pallet of crates. Pressing her back against the boxes of sanded wood. Turning her head to checked behind her every so often.

Finally, she made to the end of the yard. Staying crouched next to a rather large stack of crates she scanned the back wall of the factory. However, she wasn't looking for a door. No, that would be too obvious. Doors were rigged with fire alarms; doors were watched with cameras pointed at them. The last thing she needed what being filmed again. No, her target wasn't the obviously rigged door. Rather it was the seam of gunmetal grey in the corner of the boring beige back wall. A drain pipe.

A gloved hand reached up to her hood, pulling the fabric close to her neck open. A small ball of lemony fuzz, with large black tipped ears popped out from inside the hood. The tiny mouse Pokémon rubbed his big black eyes and then looked up at her.

"Wakey wakey," She whispered, "You remember what to do?"

"Pichu!"

"Good, now just like we practiced."

The small yellow mouse Pokémon leapt from her shoulder, and ran across the pavement towards the building. Pichu entered the nearest drain pipe and climbed up it until he reached the roof. She couldn't see where exactly the yellow mouse ended up, but she knew that he was now looking for a way to enter the building. Be it through an open window or some kind of vent. Just like they practiced.

And that practice bore its fruit the moment that a nearby vent opened from the inside.

With one glance to the security cameras, making sure they were turned away, she leapt forward. Dashing across the pavement like her Pokémon had done just a few moments ago, and diving into the vent that Pichu held open for her. The little yellow mouse let it close behind her before scurrying passed her and nesting back in her jacket's hood.

"Good job," she whispered.

Pichu just smiled.

Phase one: complete. Now for phase two.

Crawling through the vents might have seemed like a hard task, but on the contrary, it was easier than she expected. If she ignored the enclosed suffocating metal walls, that made her feel like she needed to duck her head down even if she was already crawling on her belly, and the way that every time she moved the sound seemed to echo louder than a screech attack, then she was fine. Getting lost wasn't a worry as she had downloaded the building specs on to her phone before arriving, making navigating the metallic maze an easy task.

It took a few minutes of tunneling through the vent shafts before she found her destination. Through the thin slices of the vent grate, she could see into the room below her. Inside was the IT station, which included the rather large generator and the main computer system. With gloved hands she slowly undid the screws on the vent opening.

Once they were loose, she turned to her little yellow companion, "You need to cut power to security systems. It's the green wire for the motion sensors and then the red one for the cameras. We won't have to worry about the others if those two are out."

"Pichu!" He nodded and leapt through the opened vent.

It wasn't long until she heard him call out that his task was done. That it was safe.

She fully opened the vent and fell to the tile floor in a crouch. Her boots squeaked on the polished tiled floor as she ran over to the main computer.

"Watch the door."

"Pi!"

She sat at the desk top. The set up was cheap. The monitor was bulky and on the older side, and the keyboard was unclean with keys that sticked, but she couldn't be picky right now. There was a password needed to gain access to it, but luckily someone had left a written copy of it on the desk just to left of the key board. Most of the files were encrypted because of course they were, but she would worry about them later. She opened the few that she could, and turned up almost nothing. Just supply inventory, delivery schedules, things like that. Nothing of much interest to her. Then she found a list of names. At first one might think they were of customers or suppliers, but it was far too short for that, and it certainly wouldn't have her own name on it.

"Amanda M. Gen."

"Riley A. Gen."

"Ash S. Ketchum."

She frowned, even if she should be celebrating. Her hunch had been right. This place was a team rocket facility, and she could find the information she needed, but it also solidified reality. This was a list of targets. She was being hunted by a terrorist organization. Wonderful. If they had found her and Riley, had they found the twins as well? Sure, they weren't users as far as she knew, but she hadn't thought herself one until a few weeks ago.


"Thank you," she said to the vender, as she took the three ice-cream cones.

"It's no problem, Amanda, I'm just glad I still have one regular after all these years," Thaduious said, "The neighborhood has gone through so many changes. Everyone so worried about how much their food is worth and how many likes it will get them on those phones."

"Shame," Amanda said.

"It is."

"Well, you have once customer for life right here."

"Bless you and your father's heart. He used to point so many to my stand, it's a shame what happened to him. He'd be proud to hear you take after him."

She looked to the ground, a vice grip squeezing at her heart, "I hope he is. See you later Thaduious."

"Anytime kid. You're always welcome here."

Amanda turned away from the ice-cream stand, and started through the heavy crowd of pedestrians. The side walk was loud with clacking footsteps, the cars passing by on the nearby street and people talking, either with each other or on their phones. An overwhelming situation for anyone who wasn't used to the hustle and bustle of a big city.

Eventually she made it to the park. The walkways while not as packed as the city sidewalks, were still busy. She had to dodge small children on scooters and trikes, teenagers on skateboard or rollerblades, and adults that were just walking. Not to mention the number of Pokémon that accompanied each.

On a bench up ahead of her were two young boys about the age of seven. They looked nearly identical to one another. They both possessed pale skin, blue eyes, and dark hair that when cut short had a spiky aspect to it. They both laid on the bench in a similar manner reading two copies of the same book. The only difference between the two them was that one of them had a gibble snuggled up to his side and the other had an eevee on his head.

"Constance! Carter!" Amanda called out, "How about an ice-cream break!"

Both boys looked up at her. Their smiles similar and eyes brightening identically. They both sat up and made space for their sister to sit between them.

"Two vanillas, no toppings," She handed each boy a cone, and kept the chocolate one for herself.

"Thanks Mandy," Constance said.

"Thank you," Carter said at the same time as his twin.

"No problem. Eat up," Amanda said.

"You know you wouldn't have to leave us with Umbreon if you just took us to your secret ice-cream spot," Constance said.

"Yeah, why can't we come with you?" Carter said.

"Mother already doesn't want the two of you hanging out with me. She wouldn't even allow us these two hours of free time, if she knew I was taking you to get ice-cream from a stand and not a proper parlor," She explained.

"Why?" Constance said.

"Yeah, this taste better than anywhere else," Carter said, "And it was dad's favorite right?"

"You know how mother feels about dad," Amanda said.

"Why? He was our dad," Constance said.

"You'll understand when you older," Amanda said.

"We can understand now! We're smart! We're already doing algebra!" Carter said.

"It's grown-up stuff you two. No amount of studying will help you understand that. You can only just get older. Okay?" Amanda said.

"Okay," Both of the twins groaned and went back to eating their cones.

The park might have been busy, with many people around them and the twins were still in their school uniforms, which were from a very recognizable and prestigious academy. So, Amanda should have written off the feeling of being watched, but she didn't, and it had been a good thing she didn't. If she turned her head to the right a little, she could see two people both dressed in dark trench coats and they made her stomach sink with dread. Listening to her gut, she had Umbreon and Pichu take the twins home the long way, and took the short path herself.

The strangers followed her. Part of her was relieved that they weren't going after the boys, but that didn't mean she was completely at ease. She started to take random turns. Always going for the most crowded sidewalks, but they stayed on her tail like a combee on a nectar filled flower. Slowly getting closer and closer. Maybe it was curiosity or she was just being reckless, but she turned into an empty alley, determined to confront them. As avoiding them wasn't working.

"Alright what do you want?" She said to them.

"Amanda Gen?" One of them, a woman with orange hair, spoke.

"If I am, why are you following me?" She said, taking note of two more suspiciously dressed individuals entering the alley from the other side, blocking her in, "If it's for ransom, you won't get anything out of my egg doner for me."

"Oh, no. Miss Gen we're not here for money," the woman said.

"Oh, yeah, what for then?" Amanda didn't miss one of the people behind her sneak closer, hands slowly reaching out to grab her.

"What do you know about Aura?" The woman asked.

Amanda gritted her teeth, "Aura? I've heard of it. You got the wrong Gen if you want to know more though."

"Oh, we are well aware of you brother's ability. Gifted really, your family is. To think two of their kids ends up with magic powers and the others are academic progenies," The woman said.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Amanda said.

"Oh, please honey. You're good at lying but you're not that good. You see things, feel things that no one else can. It's not as evident at your brother's powers but they're there. Now you're going to be a good little girl and come with us."

"Four people I don't know surround me in an alley and ask me to come with them. Do you think I'm stupid? Hell, no."

The woman laughed, "Oh, sweetie, we already have your brother and he was trained and had his Pokémon with him. Taking you will be an easy task for us."

The woman snapped her fingers, and one of the people behind Amanda reached out and grabbed her arm, twisting it into her back and used the other grab her face. His hand covering the 18-year-old's mouth.

Amanda felt her heart start to race, but she didn't panic. These guys had Riley? Clearly the wanted something to do with Aura. There was no other reason as to why they would've taken him. She would not let them take her. She shook her head, and managed to reposition the hand covering her mouth low enough to bite it. Her teeth sinking into the flesh just between the thumb and the rest of the hand, right on the pain point. Her captor screamed, and let go of her face. She then swung her head backward into his hopefully breaking his nose. She managed to twist her arm out of his grip by then.

The other one that had been behind her, came at her swinging. However, Amanda just ducked, sending one hand flying at his face to make him flinch, but never actually hitting him and then sending her dominate hand up and striking him just below his nose. Said hand then hooked his shoulder and pulled him down as she thrusted her knee into his stomach. Amanda took off down the alleyway before either the woman or the other man had a chance to grab her again.

Never in her life had Amanda been more thankful for her long legs. She had always been fast. It's one of the reasons as to why she had played sports when she was younger. Now though it was a needed survival skill, as she could hear poke balls activating behind her. It was only a matter of moments until she was pursued by a raticate and a hounddoom.

The Pokémon were fast. Faster than a human, but they didn't know the streets. Amanda used her home-team advantage to the fullest, ducking into side roads, and shortcuts hoping to lose them. it put distance between them, but that wouldn't last for long.

The chase took them into a busy intersection. Amanda knew it was a risk but she was growing desperate, and adrenaline, while a hell of a drug, wouldn't last forever. She ran right through the middle of the intersection, cars blew their horns and stopped just short of hitting her. The Pokémon however just used the trucks and other vehicles as structures for higher ground. The hounddoom, leaped from the top of one of the trucks and pinned her to the ground. Their teeth in her face as they snarled at her.

Amanda then, only then, truly began to panic. The raticate quickly joined the hounddoom, their long tail wrapping around her kicking legs holding them still. That didn't stop the young woman from struggling even further. Gasps and shouting from surrounding people could be heard, but Amanda didn't scream. Not yet. Eventually she managed to yank one of her arms free. She remembered raising her hand to push the hounddoom off of her, but before she could do that a bright blue glow flooded her vision.

She felt the pressure of the Pokémon holding her down being ripped away. Without thinking she scrambled to her feet and started running again. Ignoring her own bafflement and the gasps of people around her.

One of them even saying, "Did you see that?"

The chase began again, only this time. She took them to the Gateway Bridge. Gateway Bridge, was the entrance to the countryside homes on the coastal side of Ryme City, hence the name. Only the rich and powerful could afford to live there, but anyone could cross the bridge. It consisted of a simple concrete bridge that was a two-way street with a side walk on either side. The railings were a series of concrete arches that were topped with a rough slab of marble that came up to her hips. Down below was one of the rivers that flowed into the bay a few miles away.

She ran onto the bridge, darting down the side walk, and climbing up on the railing once she reached the center of the it. The Pokémon stopped their chase at the side walk in front of her, not daring to try and tackle her now that she was so close to the edge. This turned into a stared down and eventually the kidnappers caught up to them.

"Now, now, honey," The woman said cautiously, "It's over. You just need to come with us. No need to jump to your death. I promise you'll be part of something beautiful."

"You're trying to kidnap me and those earrings are ridiculous! So, forgive me if I don't agree with your opinion of beauty!"

"You brat! Get down from there now! You're coming with us now!"

Amanda looked down at the river below. She needed to get these psychos off her scent.

Now.

She looked back at them, her face determined, "No."

She jumped. Not bothering to listen to the woman screaming after her. Amanda's body fell back into its instinct. Straitening and adjusting her hands just right to allow her to enter the water painlessly. It was a 10-meter drop, but she had fallen from that height into a pool many times during her diving team days. She hit the rapids with a small splash, and let herself flow down the river for a moment. The water's cold sending a shock of shivers down her body. She twisted herself once submerged, until the current pressed against the side of her body. Then she began to swim towards the river bank.

Amanda dragged herself on to dry land. Her body now exhausted and all forms of sound lost to her. She leaned against a nearby tree, catching her breath and replaying the recent events in her head. She swallowed and stared at her shaking hands; she had used aura. She'd have recognized that blue glow anywhere. Oh Arceus, this had to have been a mistake. She couldn't be an aura user. Amanda let her hands drop into her lap and shook her head. She couldn't stay here. Not in Ryme City at least. Whoever those people were, they weren't going to stop coming after her. She needed to disappear. And if that woman had been telling the truth, get her brother out of whatever trouble he had gotten himself in.


Amanda sighed, she had packed her things and left that very night. Searching for her brother and answers, eventually learn the name of the people behind her almost kidnapping. Team Rocket. They really couldn't come up with something better than that?

She shook her head, and went back to the task as hand. Amanda pulled the flash-drive from a hidden pocket inside of her glove, and quickly plugged it into the computer's USB port. She downloaded every file she could find.

"Pichu!"

She turned to the little yellow mouse; his ear pressed against the closed door. Someone was coming. In a flash she pulled the drive, grabbed her tiny companion and climbed back into the vent system. She quietly shuffled back through the long metal tunnels. They would eventually find all the wires Pichu pulled, but she hoped to be long gone by the time they did.

Escape was easier. In the end she had the needed data, and a free pair of ripped jeans.


Amanda left for the forest outskirts of town. She swapped glasses and inverted her jacket, before walking with Umbreon watching her back as they journeyed through the streets, and eventually the dirt roads outside of the city.

She had one gloved hand on the strap of her backpack, and the other stuffed into her jacket pocket, as she approached the RV that was parked in between the forest's trees and bushes. The vehicle was maybe fifteen years old by this point, and needed a good scrub, but for the past few weeks it had been home. It was one of the last things that Amanda's father had left her when he died. The retired Pokémon Ranger hadn't had much wealth when he passed away, only a few personal items that he had left to his children. One of them being the camper he had used when he took Amanda and Riley on camping trip when they were younger. Oh, how had those days been simpler.

Amanda opened the door and climbed in. Inside behind the driver's seat, was a small couch, and breakfast table with benches on one side, while a counter with a kitchenette including a microwave and mini-fridge were on the other side. The door to the tiny bathroom, was on the right side and in the very back was the bedroom. A ladder was between the driver's cabin and tiny living room that led to a small loft that was about the drivers' seat.

She closed the door, and leaned against, sighing deeply. Umbreon and Pichu jumped on to the small sofa, and stretched out. Amanda dropped her back pack on the counter before rummaging through the cabinets, pulling out the feeding bowls and Pokémon feed. She set out three bowls and filled them. Umbreon and Pichu went to their respective meals, while Amanda pulled a third pokeball from her belt and let Roserade join the others.

Amanda left for the RV's tiny bathroom while her Pokémon ate. She took off her clothing, and wet a rag to rub herself down before changing into an oversized worn t-shirt and soft pajama pants. She washed away the makeup on her face, and pulled off the red headed wig she had been wearing. Relief flooded her scalp once that itchy thing was off, and her own black-almost navy-hair could flow freely again. Next, she took off the colored contacts that made her grey eyes look green, and put on her normal pair of blue rimmed glasses. Leaning against the sink, she could see how dark the bags under her eyes had gotten. Arceus, she really was pathetic, wasn't she? Grey eyes drifted to something metallic and shiny on the tiny shelf on the side wall. Temptation knocking on the back door of her mind...

"Bree?" Amanda heard her partner squeak through the door, while scratching at it lightly.

Amanda shook her head, clearing her mind from those thoughts, before for leaving the bathroom. Umbreon was waiting for her on the other side. The black Pokémon's red eyes shining with concern at first, but then she rubbed her side against her trainer's legs. Amanda reached down and stroked the eeveelution's head, feeling the Pokémon's purr underneath her palm.

Casing a glance towards the couch, she could see that Pichu and Roserade had already fallen asleep. The grass and electric types curled up together on the same throw pillow. A small smile reached her lips, as she grabbed one of the small blankets on the back of the sofa and tucked the two small Pokémon in with it. After that it was time to get to work.

Amanda grabbed a small bowl and filled it with almonds that were coated in dark chocolate. One of her favorite comfort foods, and she felt she had earned it after what she did today. Then she turned to momentarily forgotten backpack, and pulled out her personal laptop and the flash-drive she used earlier that day.

Well, tried to grab the flash drive anyway. Amanda Froze when she felt a soft fluffy ball resting the bag. She unzipped the bag further, finding a ball of brown fluffy fur. Very familiar brown fluffy fur.

"Eevee?" Amanda said.

A round head with big brown eyes uncurled from the rest of the Pokémon it belonged to, "Vee?"

"What are you doing here? Mother will be ticked to find out you left the reserve. You know you were a part of her next big research paper," Amanda said.

"Bree," Umbreon, chided the younger Pokémon.

"Vee." Eevee's ears drooped.

Amanda sighed, but picked up the whimpering Pokémon, "I know you don't like Mother's interest in you. I don't either, don't get me wrong, but you're playing with fire. Once she realizes your gone, she will send someone after you."

"Eevee."

Amanda sighed, "But until then you can stay with me."

"Vee!"

"What? You thought I was going to send you back? No way. Us misfits got to stick together."

Amanda knew the reason behind why Eevee left her family's reserve. Eevee was the only member of her clutch who hadn't evolved yet. This wasn't that strange at first glance as she also was the only one of them who hadn't been picked by a trainer. What made Eevee so interesting was the fact that evolution stones didn't work on her either. That made her something an object of interest in Amanda's mother's eyes. Something that was worth the great Professor Gen's attention. And Amanda knew from experience that was never a good thing.

Poor Eevee had spent the past weeks locked up in the labs downtown, only allowed to return to the reserve on the weekends. Somehow the little brown fuzzy ball had gotten very attached to Amanda during the time she had at the reserve. Even if the time they had together was short, as Eevee would always need to return to the labs and Amanda had to upkeep her studying if she wanted to stay in her mother's good enough graces to be allow to live in her childhood home. Though Amanda had no idea as to why the normal type liked to hang out with her. The most plausible theory Amanda had was Eevee wanted to spite Professor Gen, by favoring the person that Amanda's mother disliked the most.

Apparently, that drive to spite the elder Gen was enough to all but runaway with the younger heiress. This was probably why Amanda didn't even care that this meant she'd have to run from her mother's lackeys as well as a terrorist organization. Eevee was like her, a little rebel with spunk. And even if she wasn't Eevee's trainer, the human girl couldn't turn the normal type away

"Come on, let's see what we got," She whispered to Umbreon and Eevee, nodding for them to follow her.

She climbed onto the RV's main bed. Umbreon leaping up and lying next to Amanda, resting her black head in her trainer's lap and Eevee curled up next to the elder. The human put down the almond snack on the other side from where Umbreon rested. One of her hands ran its fingers through the dark fur on the Pokémon's head, while the other plugged in the flash drive and opened up the laptop that was resting against her knees.

Doing a more thorough search through the data she had stolen, only proved that most of the files that she needed were heavily encrypted. The one she had access to now being mostly useless to her. The files ranged from easy encryptions that would take a few hours to heavy ones that could take weeks. Sure, she could whip up a code that could decrypt some of the files for her, but coding something like that will take time. Time, one of the many resources she didn't really have.

She couldn't stay here for much longer. Being constantly on the move is what had been keeping her free. Jumping from place to place, never staying somewhere for more than a couple days. She wouldn't have much time in between places to work on it, and frankly she probably couldn't afford to make that many other trips. Fuel wasn't cheap, and she was running out of money. Going on foot was always an option, but she didn't want to leave the safety of the RV. The only safe place she had had for a long time.

She took a deep breath. Focus on the present. Focus on the present. Focus on the present.

What could she do right now?

The list.

Amanda opened the file. Taking a closer look at it, she could see names other than her brother's and hers, but they had been marked in red. The scarlet lines cutting straight through the black letters. The only names that were left unmarked were, hers, Riley's (but his had a green check next to it), and one more.

"Ash S. Ketchum."

Amanda hummed, the gears in her head starting to turn and churn. Ideas beginning to bubble up in her mind. She shrunk down the downloaded data, and opened up a search engine. Looking up the name, and letting her inner detective drive her search forward.

"Ash Ketchum," Amanda mumbled to herself, "Pokémon trainer...Reasonable level of success in tournaments...Mysterious Bond phenomenon Greninja..." She hummed, "Where are you now?"

Her fingers clicked on the thin delicate keys of her keyboard, and smirked. She rubbed Umbreon's head again.

"We're hitting the road again, girls. This time we're going to Kanto."


A/N:

Here's the introduction of Amanda! I hope she isn't too annoying of an OC considering how much of the chapter she too up.

Andyes, I do headcanon that the Celebi are the gossips of the legendaries. Youknow that they are just popping in and out of timelines looking for dram