Catch Me. Save Me. (Seq. to What Am I?)

Visions of Ryme

A/N: SPOILERS INCLUDED FOR THE DETECTIVE PIKACHU MOVIE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Weeks after the events of Catch Me. Save Me.

Jen was suddenly awoken by movement next to her as her mate shot up from his sleep. She stared up at him, wide eyed, as he breathed heavily. "...Mewtwo...? Are...are you okay?" She propped herself up on her elbow and took hold of his hand. "Is this what it looks like when I wake up from a nightmare or a vision? Geez, this is scary...putting it frankly."

The grey Legendary flinched at her touch and looked down at her hand. "...Jen?"

"Yeah, I'm here. You're awake now." She replied gently. "What did you see? Was that a dream or a vision?"

He shut his eyes and slowly steadied his breathing. "A vision...of something I'd rather not experience again."

Jen frowned and sat up. "What would that be? What are you talking about?"

Mewtwo scanned the dark room, quietly taking in the silhouettes of Jen's bedroom. It looked like he was still trying to piece together his thoughts.

"Mewtwo? What did you see?"

"Hehe, do I have your word that you'll share your next vision with me? Regardless if it is good or bad?" Mewtwo asked, smirking at the girl beside him. He could already sense his mate glaring at him in the dark, which caused his smirk to grow even more. He found it humorous to play with her like this, but the memory of the vision quickly dulled his desire to tease her more. The smirk gradually fell from his expression as his features grew blank with thought. "..."

"...maybe. Okay, ...maybe-fine!" Jen responded as she tried to cross her arms over her chest. However, she could only use one of her arms. The other was not being surrendered by Mewtwo. The girl felt her stomach knot as she stared at his hand holding hers. This, the way he was reacting to his vision, was unlike him and it worried her. "...Mewtwo? What did you see?"

The lights were kinetically switched on as Jen scooted closer to the tall Legendary. She moved her free hand to the one that was still holding hers and, using both hands, held it close to her chest. "Hey...talk to me. What did you see? A new Team? Team Rocket returning—somehow? Someone's death? Can we keep it from happening?"

A relieving and soft smile appeared on Mewtwo's face. "No, I didn't see any Teams or deaths. Just something I am not going to enjoy."

Jen leaned against him and held his hand tighter. "...Meaning?"

There was a long pause before Mewtwo leaned back against the bed's headboard. "There is some time to ignore what could happen. We have a few years before you or I need to bother ourselves with this." He used his free arm to pull her close and nuzzled the top of her head with his nose.

"What could happen? You still haven't told me what that is." She turned her head to meet his gaze and grimaced. "Can you...Is it...h-how long will whatever happens last?"

"Not long."

That answer didn't exactly help. "How long is 'not long'?"

"I know my responses are not as reassuring as you would like them to be but dwelling on the matter now will not help anyone. And as I said before, what I saw will occur years in our future. Do not concern yourself with it now." He gave her a reassuring kiss and squeezed her hands. "If you are still curious later, then we can continue this in the morning."