We flew to the lab, two poke ball statues guarding the door. Ash barges in.
"Someone, please... Help Pikachu..."
A man rushes to help, followed by a lady. I stand, frozen and powerless as history pursues its bloody flow. Clawing my way, I regain control of my actions. Reshiram returns in her poke ball.
You did good.
*****
Beep.
Breathe in.
Beep.
Breathe out.
Pikachu has fallen asleep. Through the glass, I hear the man inaudibly telling Ash his Pokémon was going to be alright. Ash takes a chair and sets it next to Pikachu's bedside. He isn't planning on giving him up.
"Mon Dieu! That poor Pikachu did take in quite a punch!"
The man had walked up to me. I answer, distant.
- Quite a punch.
- I don't believe we've met.
- I don't believe we've met either.
- Pardon me?
-Huh?
He reaches out a hand.
- I'm Augustine Sycamore, Pokémon Professor.
- Zoey.
Pause.
- Unova Pokémon Master.
Surprise flashes in his eyes.
I take a good look at him. A tall, slim man around his mid-twenties, wearing a blue shirt halfway buttoned and a white lab coat. His hair, as dark as the night, is messy with some sort of order. His jawline is chiseled. Warm, grey eyes gaze into mine. His eyes remind me so much of N... except they weren't a pale, ghastly gray, but a more lively, honest gray. In those two droplets, I see my reflection.
He's the classic handsome Lumiose City gentleman.
I shake his hand. He's got a firm grip. Huh. He appeared to me as a rather clumsy guy.
- Nice to meet you, Mademoiselle Zoey.
Ok the french words were hot, but now it's just getting on my nerves.
He catches my eyes darting towards Ash and Pikachu.
- They'll be fine. How are you feeling?
- I'm fine.
Pause.
He is clearly trying to break the ice, fumbling for any question to ask.
- Would you know Professor Juniper?
Professor Juniper. A feeling of warmth washes over me. I will forever be grateful for what she had done for me. I became a Pokémon Trainer thanks to her.
- Yeah.
I smile warmly.
- I do know her. How do you-
- I have traveled a lot. She was my mentor for quite a while. I have grown very fond of her.
- Wait... were you-
Professor Sycamore blushes, awkwardness in the air.
- What? No! Never like that... I mean it could've but...
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Chasing Ghosts
Fanfiction-Pokemon Fanfic--Versions White, White2, X&Y- -Takes place after the events of Pokemon White and White 2- -Features N, Professor Sycamore and other non-original characters- She remembers that time, on the Ferris Wheel... but the bitterness of truth...
