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Will Somebody Stop These Kids?


It's "I Come Anon"
Author's note: A few of you may recognize some characters in this story from various one-shots I posted on PokeCommunity. This is in a different continuity from those.

Disclaimer on Content Warnings: I am not well-versed in mental health issues. I have made a good-faith effort to highlight objectionable or potentially disturbing material below, but I wouldn't bet money on my judgment. If you read this and think there should be an addition to these warnings, please message me. If you have questions about the content before reading whether on your own behalf or on another's behalf, please message me.

Content Warnings (General): Swearing. Violence. Blood. Not recommended for readers under the age of 13.

Content Warnings (Specific or possible spoilers): Please open this spoiler tag if you require advance notice of certain topics.
Death. Child abuse. Bullying. Irresponsible consumption of alcohol. Irresponsible gambling themes. Suicide themes.


Will Somebody Stop These Kids?


Chapter 1

May, 2017

Derek Brooks was struggling to open a jar of caffeine pills. The difficulty stemmed from the fact that he had been awake for the last thirty-two hours. At length he grabbed the lid through his somewhat grimy t-shirt—which he had been wearing for the last forty-one hours—and found success. He swallowed a handful of pills, which by his admittedly hazy calculations should have bought him another three hours before his body was forced to shut down.

It was a Saturday afternoon, which meant that Derek was hard at work. As of late his office was a studio apartment in a crumbling building in downtown Goldenrod City. It lacked such amenities as air conditioning, a kitchen, tables, chairs, or a bed, but there was enough room for a mattress and most importantly it afforded a perfect view of the adjacent backstreet alley. This was the same backstreet alley that Derek had been keeping close tabs on for the last twenty-nine hours as part of his current assignment.

Derek’s job was complicated, and its description varied wildly depending on whom you asked. If you asked his family, they’d tell you it was something for the government. If you asked the Goldenrod Police Department Human Resources Division and had proper clearance, they’d tell you that Mr. Brooks was a clerk in Archives. If you asked the notorious criminal organization Team Rocket and had the appropriate street cred, they might tell you that he was a disgruntled police archivist who was selling them valuable law enforcement intelligence. And if you asked his actual boss in the GPD, he certainly wouldn’t tell you that Officer Brooks was operating deep undercover to spy on and sabotage Team Rocket.

This wasn’t quite how Derek had once imagined himself at thirty-three. Most of his now-distant colleagues from the academy had moved up the promotion ladder and didn’t have to tolerate these kinds of conditions. He took some solace in the fact that whenever his mom or sister asked him how his job was going he was required by policy to say ‘fine’ and not a single word of substance. Family was by and large too complicated for Derek to handle, and any amount of potentially frustrating human interaction he could trim from his week was welcome.

The pill was starting to kick in, so Derek returned to his window and took up the watch again. He was waiting for a ‘Grunt’ member of Team Rocket to retrieve a hidden package of (fabricated) police communication records for which Derek was owed 100,000 Pokéyen in unmarked bills (approximately 1,000 USD). There was only an hour left in the thirty-hour window the Grunt had insisted on. Once the Grunt arrived, Derek would rush out and tail him until he found where he was staying, and later he would wire the place with listening devices and maybe a few cameras. In Derek’s mind there was way less that could go wrong with this plan than could go wrong from making even light conversation with his relatives. It was less stressful to boot.

Nothing was happening at the moment, but something was bugging him all the same. His eyes wandered away from the alley’s entrance, and then they wandered past the spot with the package and behind a number of boxes. Then his eyes started twitching on their own when he spotted the two boys and a girl who were crouching down there. They appeared to be spying on the very same package with all the subtlety you’d expect from a bunch of stupid kids. Derek’s stomach got caught in his throat for a second as he tried to parse the situation.

They looked a bit too young to be teenagers and they all had backpacks, so the odds said they were Pokémon trainers. To Derek’s dismay, he had to assume the worst-case scenario that they had heard about the exchange somehow. They were probably thinking they’d have a chance to beat a Rocket with their Pokémon and brag about it to their little trainer friends and rivals. Standard procedure dictated that Derek had to make them leave the area before they got seriously hurt on top of making a wash of his entire week.

Just as he was grumbling over the prospect of digging out his badge from its hiding place and convincing these little idiots that he had the authority to order them to go away, one of the boys gave him pause. There was something about his face.

“Is that…?” he muttered to himself. “No. No, it can’t be…”

He stared for a few more seconds until it hit him. “Oh, sh*t. It is. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

It was Jason. It was his mom’s sister’s kid. It was that one cousin he saw twice a year. In other words, Jason fit square in the broad category of people described in chapter 98, section 10-C of the Department Policy Guide: “An officer employed at cover-level 3 or above may not disclose their status as an officer to any person with knowledge of the officer’s personal identity. Any disclosure whether accidental or deliberate will be reviewed in an official hearing, with disciplinary action not to exceed termination of employment and a fine of six months’ pay.” All it would take was one post from one relative on any social media platform and Derek was done. On top of that he hadn’t been expecting his annual panic attack about 98:10-C until the family reunion in October.

Derek stood up, slapped his face a few times, and looked again. There was no doubt it was Jason, which meant he was one hundred percent screwed. He covered his mouth as tight as possible and yelled into his hands so hard it made his throat sore. Before he knew what exactly he was going to do he was grabbing his jacket so as to cover his disgusting shirt and make himself semi-presentable to the outside world. He stood in front of the door and held on to the knob while agonizing over what the hell he was supposed to say. Bringing up the subject of Team Rocket was out of the question, much less the fact that he was the one who had arranged the sale in the first place. At length he steeled his nerves and walked outside. He would just have to think of something on the fly.


Jason O’Connor was a bit amazed at his own cunning. He and his friends Travis and Krissy were going to have this Rocket goon right where they wanted him. It was a few days after Jason had snuck around and overheard the Grunt’s plan to acquire the “package” here: “Ya gotta pick ’em up a day late, see? That way it’s real tough for a turncoat to keep an eye on the spot unless they’re doin’ shifts.” Jason’s immediate temptation of course had been to start a battle right then and there, but now his patience was about to be rewarded. He didn’t see how they could lose with a three-on-one surprise attack in close quarters.

Krissy leaned over to him and started to whisper. “Let’s go over the plan again, just to be safe.”

Travis leaned over as well. “Way safer to go over the plan twenty times instead of nineteen. Definitely.”

Jason knew that Krissy wouldn’t take the bait. She ignored the comment and took it from the top. “First Jason throws Rabies’s ball past him to block his escape. Then I send out Lucia and Travis sends out Leviathan. When he sends out his Pokémon, one of us will take the lead depending on the type matchup.”

So Growlithe, Bayleef, and Quagsire respectively. One fire, one grass, one water and ground. “No types that beat all of ours,” added Jason, “We’re looking good.”

“Except dragon, of course,” whispered Krissy, “But he won’t have one of those.”

Travis looked indignant. “Dragons don’t beat water.”

“On defense, yes they do, same against all the others we’re using.”


“Haven’t you ever read the types page on your Pokédex?”

Jason rolled his eyes. He hated it when Travis made boys look like morons. Even though Jason himself hadn’t been quite sure about the dragon vs. water matchup, he knew better than to contradict Krissy on anything you could read in a book. In any case this was no time to lose focus, so he tried to tune them out and listen for footsteps. Then not five seconds later he froze as he heard them coming from the wrong direction. There was someone behind them, meaning they were kneeling in plain sight.

They all spun around at once, and then Jason saw the very last person he expected standing right there in front of him.

“Hey, Jason,” said Derek. “Long time no see.”

Jason was so startled that he only half-noticed that his cousin looked like death. It was almost as if someone had drawn under his eyes with a black marker, and his smile was even more obviously forced than when they took family pictures. Jason glanced over at his friends and saw that they were at a complete loss.

The silence might have lasted minutes if Derek hadn’t broken it. “I met you last year,” he said, pointing at Travis, “Your name’s…uh…”

Travis didn’t help him out, and this made Jason realize that he might not recognize or remember Derek. “Oh, that’s Travis. Um, Krissy, this is my cousin Derek. And uh…Derek, this is Krissy.”

Krissy just managed to stammer out, “…Nice to meet you.”

And then the silence was back. Jason began to worry that Derek had overheard them and tried to remember whether they had actually mentioned Team Rocket. Not that it was any business of Derek’s, but Jason didn’t trust him not to tell his parents or Travis’s what they were doing. And he especially didn’t trust his parents not to overreact.

Much to his relief, Derek seemed to be none the wiser. “So what are you guys up to?”

The relief was fleeting, as Jason hadn’t planned on needing an alibi today. Just as he was about to say something stupid like ‘Ya know, stuff,’ Travis came to the rescue. “Saw a Pokémon back here.”

Derek tilted his head. “That right?”

“Eh…yeah. It was one of those, uh…”

“Magnemite,” said Krissy. It was a flawless save.

“Yeah, Magnemite. Can’t just find those in the woods so Jason wanted to be extra careful that we caught it.”

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.” Jason nodded his head with what he thought was enough vigor to be convincing. Then he asked, “So…what are you up to?”

“Nothing really,” said Derek, or rather half-yawned Derek. “I’ve got the day off. Was just bumming around and saw you guys from my window over there.”

Jason thought they might be in the clear now if Derek had bought their story and if he would simply leave for somewhere else. Then they might beat the Grunt before he came back home.

“Hey, who feels like ice cream? I’m buying.”

Jason could have screamed but he managed to hold on. “Well, we were—”

Derek spoke up again at the same time Jason did. “Actually, I know a good place by the Radio Tower, and I’ve seen plenty of Magnemite in the alleys around there, too. Never here before, though. What do you say?”

It was checkmate, and Jason knew it. The remainder of the game was purely academic, and Krissy spared him the embarrassment of being the first to surrender. “…That sounds good to me.”

Travis bit his lower lip as he stood up. “Yeah. I’m down for ice cream. And we’ll probably have better luck over there.”

“Okay then,” said Jason as he did his best to disguise his disappointment. “Thanks, Derek.”

Derek made a noise that perhaps meant ‘you’re welcome,’ and led the way out of the alley in a hurry. It was something of a challenge for Jason and his friends to keep up as they walked through nearly a mile of Goldenrod City. It made him wonder whether Derek was actually as exhausted as he looked. The way Derek would veer towards a wall and correct himself at the last inch every few minutes was evidence for ‘yes.’

Before he knew it, they were all sitting in a booth in a plain but cozy ice cream parlor. It should have been pleasant, but Jason couldn’t shake this feeling that something was about to get him. Perhaps he was still hyped up from being on the hunt for a real, meaningful battle, but the cause was just as likely the fact that his weirdest, scariest relative looked even weirder and scarier than usual. Derek was on one side of the table while Jason and his friends shared the other. It was cramped, but he couldn’t blame Krissy for squeezing onto their side rather than joining Derek.

Derek’s face was one thing, but it was only now that Jason noticed an even more unsettling element to his presence: he smelled like a Pokémon trainer, and that was no compliment. As a Pokémon trainer himself Jason wasn’t one to talk, but what excuse could Derek have for not showering? And then there was the clinching factor in his strangeness which was that he had ordered black coffee in an ice cream parlor. It was an unprecedented act of weirdness. For the record, Jason also took note that while he and Travis had ordered chocolate cones like normal people, Krissy had gotten a cup of butter pecan like a girl.

Derek took a long sip from his coffee and shook his eyes open wider. “Hey, you’re turning eleven soon, right?”

Jason looked around the table for a napkin. “…I did in April.”

“Right, duh.” Derek rubbed his temples. “Yeah, you started in April last year… How’s Rabies doing?”

“He’s good. Real strong now.”

“Hm. That’s great.”

Then it was back to heavy silence. Jason wondered if they could just leave on their own if they finished their ice cream before Derek finished his coffee. He wanted to get back to the ambush spot, even if the odds were slim that they could catch the Grunt before Derek got back. Besides, there was only so much he could handle of this freak’s abysmal small talk.

But when his cousin broke the silence again it didn’t sound like small talk anymore. “So Jason,” he said with new composure, “You guys been keeping safe lately?”

Jason drew a blank. Where did this come from?

Travis shifted in his seat and stared Derek down. “How do you mean?”

“Just saying I remember being a trainer. Y’know, loads of time, no parents, pretty easy to toe the line between having fun and acting stupid.”

“We’re not stupid,” said Jason.

“That’s why I said acting. Everyone does some dumb stuff when they’re a trainer, and sometimes when they grow up they wish someone had kept them just a little more in check once or twice.”

This drew in Krissy. “Do you mean people in general wish that or you in particular?”

“Not me so much. I was pretty boring. You guys seem more fun so I just thought I’d ask. It’s an easy question, and there’s no wrong answer.”

But Jason knew it wasn’t an easy question. On the contrary it was loaded. Did he know they’d been after members of Team Rocket? It wouldn’t quite make sense if he did. Wouldn’t he have just brought it up? Why would he be so cagey about it? This left two explanations in Jason’s mind: either Derek knew and was trying to pressure them into quitting on their own—as if they could be dissuaded from doing the right thing by someone calling it ‘stupid’—or Derek didn’t know and he was just being an awkward weirdo. When he looked at it that way it was a no-brainer. Derek didn’t know.

“We’re plenty safe,” said Jason. “Nothing to worry about.”

Derek still looked serious, but he sat back and drained the last of his coffee. “That’s good to hear.” Then he stood up and checked his pockets. “I’m gonna head home now.”

It hit Jason that this meant the chance of pulling off the ambush was now zero. Derek talked faster as started to leave. “Hey, give your Aunt Nancy a call sometime. She’s always bugging Jen and me to see if we’ve got any stories about you. Good to see you again, Travis; real nice to meet you, Krissy. You kids have fun out there.”

And then he was out the door. They all looked out the window after him and saw that he was making a beeline back the way they had come. Krissy shivered a little and moved to the other side of the table so they could get comfortable. “Is he always like that?”

“No,” said Jason before he thought about it a moment. “I mean, he’s always a little like that, but never that much before.”

“He was definitely better when I saw him,” said Travis. “That was on day one for us last year. He was sorta like a human being from what I remember.”

Then Travis looked around the place. The only employee was buried in her cell phone and there were no other customers. It was just them and the Top 40 on the radio. They all leaned in over the table. “Didn’t it seem like he knew?” whispered Travis. “You don’t think he could actually be…you know…the Grunt?”

Jason couldn’t help but laugh, however strong the gravity of the situation was. “Not a chance. He’s like, the anti-criminal. Jen said he told her off once for downloading music. Oh, that’s my other cousin.”

“I know who she is.”

“I didn’t,” said Krissy. “Anyway, even if he’s not a Rocket, it seems like too much of a coincidence to me. Could he be involved some other way?”

Jason hadn’t thought of that. “I guess. I think he works for the government or something, but you’d think if this had to do with his job he’d just say so and order us around, right?”

“You’d think.” Krissy shrugged and leaned back again. “So what now?”

Since all their other plans today were shot, Jason was surprised she had to ask. “We go catch one of those Magnemite, duh.” They could always start taking down Team Rocket again tomorrow.


The package was already taken when Derek got back. He leaned his head against the wall of the alley and tried not to think about how many hours he had put toward learning where these Grunts were hiding out. He focused instead on the fact that he probably wouldn’t have learned anything important by spying on them anyway. This sort of setback would have agitated him more back in his early twenties, but by now his career had made him numb to most forms of futility.

Jason and his friends were a different story. They’d caught him flat-footed and he had no idea how he was going to salvage the situation. It gave him a stomachache. He was convinced—despite all evidence to the contrary—that the stress of talking to children gave him ulcers. It was fortunate he only had the energy to stumble back into the apartment, otherwise he might have gone to one of the bars in the Goldenrod Tunnel to self-medicate with some hard liquor. He closed the door behind him, flipped a light switch that would have been there in another room he’d lived in once, and collapsed face first on the mattress.

He got his sleep, and by the time he was really awake again it was evening on the next calendar day and he was well north of Goldenrod. Specifically he was walking down a familiar trail through some lush woods to the north of his hometown of Ecruteak City. At some point he couldn’t recall he had showered, changed into decent clothes, and eaten actual food. In that sense at least this day was going better than the day before, but the critical problem was the same.

He could have bet a month’s salary those kids were going to keep on messing with Team Rocket. He’d read Travis and that girl Krissy like a book, and he could always read Jason like a neon ‘OPEN’ sign. It hardly mattered how transparent they were though when he had no way of telling them with authority to knock it off. This meant he had to try the single aspect of police-work that he struggled the most with: leveraging connections. He looked at the setting sun through the leaves and hoped she’d still be in.

Soon the path opened up to a wide field that housed a dirt oval for battling, an obstacle course, deep-green wooden bleachers, cheap stadium lights, and a small clubhouse. In the middle of it all was a youngish woman dressed in practical trainer’s gear who was redrawing the oval’s chalk lines. She noticed as he walked up and waved at him. “Hey, Derek!”

This was the proprietor of the unofficial, unaffiliated, and unrecognized but growing North Ecruteak Gym. Her name was Jen and she was Derek’s younger sister. The age gap between them was six years, but thanks to a disparity in facial line density people usually guessed it was ten years.


“You should have called ahead! What’s up?”

She was in a great mood, which wasn’t unusual. Derek hated to have to ruin her day. “We need to talk.”

“Sure thing. Go on in, I’ll just be a minute here.”

Derek nodded and walked over to the clubhouse. The fresh coat of paint grabbed his attention: white with green trim. It was much more inviting than the dumpy little shack that had stood in the same spot when he was a kid. Even more impressive than the paint was the new door with an actual handle. The inside was far cleaner and brighter than in the old building as well, and Derek was so focused on the walls that he didn’t notice the other person in the room right away.

“Oh, hey Derek.”

Jen’s longtime friend Hanna was sitting at the table and typing away on a laptop. She had a number of papers out with complicated diagrams on them.

“Hey. Didn’t know you were in Johto.”

“Just visiting for the long weekend.”

Not that this stopped her from working, Derek noticed. Hanna was a programmer who worked for the renowned scientist Bill out in northern Kanto. It had never surprised Derek that Bill would attract the sort of fanatic employees who would put in hours on a Sunday. Of course, Derek regularly worked weekends as well, but he at least had the decency to be mad about it.

He dropped his bag near the door and pulled up a chair at the opposite corner of the table from Hanna.

“You look like hell.” Hanna didn’t mess around, and Derek appreciated that.

“It was one of those days yesterday.”


With that Hanna returned her attention to the screen for a few seconds before Jen came in.

“Woo! Finally done,” she said in a tone she only used when she could gladly go at it for a few hours more. She wiped the dust from her glasses as she walked over to a small fridge. “Derek, you want anything? Soda? Beer?”

“Beer, please.”


“I’m good, thanks.”

Jen pulled out two cans of cheap, weak, nasty beer and threw one over to Derek.



Jen took her seat and they both took a swig of the awful stuff. Derek contemplated making an investment in the gym provided that 100% of his contribution went to securing a supply of respectable alcohol for the staff. Today though he was in the right mood to drink even this piss-water.

“So what do we need to talk about?”

This made Hanna look up from her computer. Derek answered, “It’s about family.”

“Older or younger?”

“Younger.” He glanced to the side and noticed that Hanna was showing no intention of leaving so far. That struck him as rude, or at least intrusive. “It’s Jason.”

“Is he okay?” Jen didn’t seem to care that Hanna was in the room.

“Yeah, he’s fine. I think he might be in trouble, though, him and his friends.” He took another glance and Hanna was still the same. “I was thinking of talking in private.”

“Hanna knows Jason, it’s cool.”

“If he’s in trouble,” said Hanna, “I’d like to help too if that’s all right.”

Derek sighed. He didn’t have the energy to argue. He started from the beginning and told them what he had seen and heard the day before. Naturally he left out any details that he could only have known if he were a cop. In addition he reattributed key bits of evidence to fake overheard quotes from the kids that in reality had come from his own intel and inference. The whole picture he gave was entirely true, though.

Jen put her face in her hands. “Oh geeze, they’re so clueless.”

It was a relief that Jen was in agreement with him. He recalled that she and Hanna had been similarly adventurous to the point of idiocy back in their trainer days. He could only imagine what would have happened if Team Rocket had been in Johto fifteen years ago. “I don’t want to tell their parents just yet,” he said, “And I’m sure you don’t want to have to either.”

“Of course not,” said Jen. “The kids would be devastated.”

Informing a parent of their trainer’s inexcusable decision-making was called ‘The Death Sentence’ in the police force. Legally speaking a parent needed no reason to have their child’s Pokémon license revoked, and a child journeying without a license was officially ‘missing’ and could be forcibly returned home. It was rare to see an officer who didn’t give warnings to the trainers before going to the parents. “I was hoping you could talk to them,” said Derek. “I think Jason’s more likely to listen to you.”

“He likes you, too.”

That was a dubious claim, but Derek didn’t have to address it directly. “Well, Travis doesn’t from what I can tell. And their new friend Krissy definitely doesn’t.”

Jen made a pouting face. “Oh no, you didn’t scare her, did you?”

“I wasn’t trying to!”

Hanna shook her head. “Poor little girl.”

Derek just groaned.

“Well, don’t worry,” said Jen, “I’ll take care of it, no problem.”

“You want a hand?” asked Hanna.

“Definitely! Thanks a million.”

Derek took another look at Hanna and considered the prospect. She was a few years older than Jen, a fair deal smarter, and immeasurably harder to read. He believed she was sincere in her desire to help and that she was well-equipped to do so, but something bothered him. Unlike with Jen, there was a possibility that Hanna didn’t buy the entirety of the story as he had told it. Did she suspect he was omitting key information? It was too hard to tell.

In the end he was more desperate than uncertain. “Sounds good. Jen, you have his cell number, right?”

“Yeah. Goldenrod’s not too far so I’ll just invite them here.”

She started pulling her phone out of her pocket, but Derek stopped her. “Maybe wait until tomorrow. His defenses might still be up if you call him so soon after I talked to him. Actually, don’t even tell him I was the one who told you.”

“Makes sense.”

It sounded like a plan. Despite himself Derek allowed his shoulders to relax a tad and he finished his miserable beer. “The outhouse is around back, right?”

“Yeah, you can’t miss it,” said Jen. “Man, it’s so lucky you were there yesterday. I’ll be in the back room doing this week’s paperwork—feel free to stay as long as you want.”

Derek grunted and took his leave of the clubhouse. It was getting dark and he could hear several Hoothoot in the woods having a conversation as they woke up. This was how an evening was supposed to sound and feel, and he often missed it living in Goldenrod. It was a comforting place, but Derek’s brain had natural defenses against comfort. While he was taking care of his business something was making him agitated again. There was an element of great importance that he had overlooked, perhaps because his sister’s gym had a disarming effect on him.

As he was returning to the clubhouse, Hanna came out the door and approached him. It was starting to come together: she suspected something, and he’d let his defenses down somewhere, but where? Where was the attack going to come from?

She met him halfway. “Derek, I’m really sorry, but I looked through your bag.” She held up his badge. His knees nearly melted on the spot and he began to sweat. He felt like the dumbest person alive for going more than ten feet away from that bag.

“Hanna,” he said as calmly as he could, “You are going to get me fired.”

“I won’t tell a single person, really,” she said, “Just hear me out.”

What could he do? She had him by the short hairs.

“I want to help. Bill’s lab is one of the best in the world; it’s the perfect place to reverse-engineer Team Rocket’s tech. We keep reaching out to the police, but they hardly ever return our calls.”

“Hanna. Listen. All of those decisions are way, way above my pay grade, and that’s definitely not going to change when you get me fired.”

She wouldn’t budge. Her eyes were like steel. “You know I’m right. How are you guys going to get an edge on the Rockets when you barely collaborate with other cities’ departments, much less with actual experts like Bill?”

Of course Derek knew she was right. Anyone who’d spent five minutes trying to get anything out of a police scientist knew she was right. But that was beside the point. “Get this into your head: it’s not my call. It’s not even my boss’s call. They’re so paranoid about spies and moles all the way up they’d never sign off on anything like that. Hell, I’m not even allowed to tell other officers what my assignment is, that’s how nuts they are about this. It’s not my call.”

“You don’t have to make any calls. You just need to get me some of Team Rocket’s new technology to study and I’ll refer to you as an ‘anonymous source.’ Otherwise I’ll tell Jen about your job. And your grandma.”

Derek wanted to scream. The odds were sixty percent that Jen would tell a bunch of people, and ninety-eight percent that their grandma would tell everyone. But what Hanna was asking was out of the question. He thought about grabbing the badge away from her. Even if her reflexes were quick it would be no trouble to out-muscle her. But he knew that Jen would believe her even without the badge—to say nothing about how awkward it would be to wrestle with her.

“Derek, I don’t want to have to do this,” she said. “You’ve always been really great to me and Jen, even when we used to give you such a hard time.”

Used to?

“Are you on board or not?”

He clapped his hand to his forehead. Either way he had exactly one hope, which was that Hanna could keep a secret. It was better her knowing than Jen’s. He didn’t have a choice. “Fine.”

She smiled and tossed him his badge, which he pocketed as fast as he could.

“Just one question,” he added, “What else did you see in the bag?”

“Nothing important.”

He wasn’t going to let her decide what was important. “Tell me everything. Exactly.”

“One shirt, one pair of pants, two socks, one pair of boxers, 185 Pokéyen in change, and a bag with a toothbrush and toothpaste. There was a hidden pocket, and the badge was inside that along with a small notebook. I didn’t open the notebook.”

She wasn’t lying. At least, he didn’t think so. It was dark, and he could never get all the way inside Hanna’s head.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “Your secret’s safe. And thanks a ton, you’re the best!”

She turned on her heel and headed back to the clubhouse. Derek followed behind her closely and swore in his head. It was little consolation that she’d only found one hidden pocket.
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It's "I Come Anon"

Chapter 2

Route 35 was a tree-lined, well-tended path that connected Goldenrod City to the National Park. A short ways from the main thoroughfare was a small pond, and under normal circumstances the clearing by the edge of the pond was not cordoned off with police tape. These were not normal circumstances, and that was why a small crowd of trainers and locals was standing nearby and trading rumors as the police conducted their investigation in peace. Among the members of the crowd were Jason, Krissy, and Travis. In Jason’s mind he and his friends were no mere rubberneckers. They were on a reconnaissance mission.

“Plenty of people are saying it was Team Rocket so far,” said Travis, “But I’ve also heard ‘biker gang,’ and ‘guy in clown makeup,’ so who knows.”

Jason clicked his tongue in frustration. “I don’t think we’ll know for sure unless we hear it from those cops.”

“Please don’t tell me you want to sneak past the tape,” said Krissy.

“Course not. I’m not a moron.”

“Sissies,” said Travis out of the corner of his mouth and in a terrible accent. “Both a’ youse.”

A challenge! In the face of the implicit, ridiculous dare Jason decided instead to move the goalposts. “You wanna go try it, turd-brain?”

“You wanna bet 500 I won’t?”

Krissy sighed and covered her face with her hand.

“Okay,” said Jason, “Krissy’s getting embarrassed. Let’s quit it.”

“I still say we should only stop early on her birthday.”

It was tempting, but Jason refrained from dignifying Travis’s suggestion with a response. Instead he maneuvered his way to a spot in the crowd with a better vantage point of the crime scene. He wished he had a Marill’s ears so he could tell what the cops were saying. One of them was talking to the victim, who was a trainer about their age. Just when Jason was thinking that they weren’t going to learn anything else and that it was pointless to stick around here, the victim ran out the back of the area and into the woods. Jason looked over his shoulder, and it seemed he was the only one who’d noticed. Then he motioned to Travis and Krissy, and they understood and followed him into the trees.

Jason only had a general idea where the other kid had gone, so they had to move quick and keep their eyes peeled. “Travis,” said Jason, “When we find him me and Krissy are gonna do the talking.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a jerk and he’s had a rough day and deserves better.”

Krissy didn’t seem pleased that their cease-fire had lasted all of one minute. “You could have put that a little more diplomatically.”

“You’re right, sorry. What I meant to say is that since Travis is such an intimidating badass it’s probably safer if sissies like us talk to the guy.”

“Thanks, Jason,” said Travis, “I appreciate that.” And Jason knew he really did.

Their search lasted a few more minutes until Krissy finally tapped Jason’s shoulder and pointed to their right. The boy in question was sitting at the base of a tree and staring at the ground. When they got close the boy acted like he hadn’t noticed.

“Hey.” Jason tried to keep his voice as neutral as he could.

Only now did the kid lift his head. Everything around his eyes was red and his nose was a mess. “…What do you want?”

“What’s your name?” asked Krissy.

“…Phillip. What do you want?”

Jason took over. “We’re going after Team Rocket. We’ve just got a few questions.”

“You gonna laugh at me like the police did?”

This piqued Jason’s interest. He thought it was awful of course, but it was more likely there’d be some weird clue now.

“We won’t,” said Krissy. “Promise.”

Jason was pretty sure that Travis would stick to that promise, too. He was only pretty sure because there was always the chance that Phillip would say something genuinely, hilariously dumb, in which case Travis might not be able to hold it in. Jason didn’t feel bad about considering this cruel possibility because a trainer had to be ready for anything.

“The Rockets jumped us—me and Girafarig. There were two of them. We fought back, but then one of them knocked me over and I was face down and…and he pushed my head down and I couldn’t tell Girafarig what to do. And then he kicked me in the ribs and when…when I got up they were gone and so was…so was…”

Phillip was crying again, and there was disgust and disbelief all over Krissy’s face. “Why would the police laugh at that story?”

Slowly the boy lifted his shaking hands, which held an empty Pokéball. “This is Girafarig’s. The police said the Rockets never take a Pokémon without taking the ball, too. They said this couldn’t be Girafarig’s ball and that I was confused. One of them was smiling. He was smiling!”

Jason suspected that none of the police had actually laughed and it had only seemed that way to poor Phillip. More importantly, it wouldn’t make sense for Team Rocket to steal a Pokémon without its ball, especially not one that was bigger than any kid their age. Yet it felt like Phillip was telling the truth about the battle, if not about the police’s reaction. And he hadn’t been knocked out or anything so there was no real reason for him to be confused about what had happened either. Analyzing testimony was hard. “Hey,” said Jason, “if we find those thugs we’ll try to get back your Girafarig.”

Phillip looked up at him. “…You mean it?”

“Of course! We’re pretty dang good, and we outnumber them too!”

Krissy added, “We’ll do our best, at least.”

“What’d help though,” said Jason, “is if you’ve got something one of them touched.”

Phillip sniffed. “One of them left his stupid card. I didn’t show it to the police.”

“Can we have it?” Jason thought it would probably be enough for Rabies to work with.

Phillip pointed to his left, where the crumpled business card was on the ground. Jason pocketed it, and he didn’t blame Phillip for littering. “Well, wish us luck. If we can just find them, I think we’ve got a good shot!”

“Take care,” said Krissy. “We’re really sorry.”

Phillip didn’t say another word and returned his gaze to the ground. As Jason began to walk away he worried that he might have overpromised. Beating a Grunt in a battle was one thing and they’d done it before, but he didn’t know if they keep one from running away after they beat him so they could take his stuff. He got a little lost in his thoughts before he noticed that Travis wasn’t keeping up with him and Krissy. He turned around and saw Travis standing in front of Phillip for just a moment before he turned around as well and caught up to them in a hurry.

“What’d you say to him?” whispered Jason, who wasn’t sure what to think.


“Whatever.” It was seldom worth the effort to interrogate Travis.

They kept walking until they should have been well out of Phillip’s earshot as a matter of courtesy. Then Jason pulled the card from his pocket and the first Pokéball from his belt. “Let’s get to work!”

He pressed the ball’s release switch, and out with a flash appeared Rabies, his Growlithe. Rabies barked, wagged, and looked all over the place for something his trainer wouldn’t mind him biting. Jason held the card over the pup’s nose, and immediately he had to pull back again as Rabies took a nip at it. They were still working on the lesson that going after fingers counted as going after people. “Hey, no! No bite. Smell! Find him, Rabies!”

Jason moved his hand closer again and this time Rabies sniffed the evidence with his mouth closed. When the fire-type was satisfied, he barked a few more times and pointed his nose toward the direction they had come from. “No, not the kid, the Rocket. Where’s the Rocket?”

Rabies presumably got the picture and turned to face another direction that went deeper in to the woods. “Good boy! Go get him!”

Rabies bolted off with a bark, and the three of them chased after him. Jason soon had to call out an order to slow his Pokémon down. He could feel the adrenaline start to pump as they dodged the passing branches.

Krissy spoke up with short breath. “Travis, we need Pokémon ready, too. May have to fight right away.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

The thought was almost too exciting for Jason to handle. He’d never gotten to start a battle by running in with guns blazing before. Rabies’s path for them suddenly led downhill and they picked up even more speed. As they ran down a draw between two ridges, Jason spotted some large boulders not too far ahead. He wondered if the Grunts might be right behind them, and his heartrate spiked when Rabies skidded around the corner and started barking his head off. The word “Charge!” burst from Jason’s mouth almost on its own, so he felt a little silly when they burst onto the scene and found nobody there but Rabies, who was sitting on his hind legs and looking very pleased with himself.

Travis rolled his eyes and shoved Jason’s shoulder a little. “‘Charge?’ Really?”

Jason took some deep breaths and felt some color in his face. “It looked promising, okay?”

Krissy was also short of air, but not as short of focus. “Well, it does look like they were here. And they were littering, too.” She pointed at a few empty beer cans, snack wrappers, and a plastic grocery bag.

“This really the end of the trail?” asked Travis.

“Must be,” said Jason, “Or Rabies would have kept going. Doesn’t make sense to me, though—if the trail were fresh enough for Rabies to pick up, you’d think it’d end at the Grunts instead of some place they stopped along the way. Unless…” A light went on in his head. “…There’s a secret entrance around here!”

Jason’s and Travis’s eyes went wide, and Krissy looked sorry to offer her own opinion. “I think it’s more likely that they were here before the mugging and this is the start of the trail. That would explain why Rabies wanted to go the other way first: it’s where the trail was fresher. He wasn’t thinking about Phillip’s scent.”

Boring,” said Travis and Jason together. But although Jason couldn’t speak for Travis, he himself had meant ‘boring’ as in ‘Stop being so smart.’

“Just as well, I guess,” said Jason. “If we went the other way Rabies would’ve run right into the crime scene, and we’d have sure gotten an earful if that happened.”

As for Rabies, he was the only one present who didn’t look disappointed. While the humans were discussing what their next move would be, he sniffed around some more and grew curious with the small pile of trash.

“Rabies, get away from that ju—” Jason cut himself off as Rabies dug something out from under the grocery bag. It was a small notebook. He moved in before Rabies had a chance to tear it to pieces. “Drop. Drop. Good boy.”

The notebook had a black, undecorated cover. Jason opened to the first page and saw a number of clumsy doodles, in the middle of which was a big letter ‘R’ written in red ink with an unsteady hand. “Oh man, you guys. This dude messed up big.”

“They must have dropped their trash on it, then forgotten it was under the trash,” said Krissy.

Travis laughed. “Instant karma. Nice.”

Jason flipped through some more pages. “There’s some stuff in here about quotas, orders from last year… Ah! This month’s schedule!”

Travis and Krissy both leaned in to read. There was little besides weekly meetings, and if those were at the Rockets’ hideout there was nothing they could do. One item however caught Jason’s attention: a ‘trade’ with someone based out of Mahogany Town. The time was in four days and the location was by a river to the south of Lake Rage. “Must be under the table if they’re going way out there to trade instead of just doing it at the meeting.”

“Whoa,” said Travis, “If these guys are breaking Team Rocket’s rules too, that makes them, like, double rule-breakers.”

“One of them is, at least,” said Krissy. “I’ve heard that’s a big problem for organized crime. Hard to keep everyone in line when you can only recruit people who don’t have much respect for authority.”

Jason was seeing more and more poetic justice in the situation. First they got the notebook because the crooks didn’t have any respect for the environment, and now they were going to kick their butts because the crooks were crooks even to other crooks. “Looks like our strategy’s pretty simple, then. We show up there early, and we go to town on whoever gets there next.” Jason loved to see a perfect plan come together.


A few hours later the crew was walking east on one of the shady grass paths of Route 36. It was almost sundown so Route 37 would have to wait for tomorrow, but they were still on pace to make it to Mahogany Town and the site of their ambush in time. The more pressing matter was where they were going to set camp.

“Whose turn is it to cook tonight?” asked Travis.

“It’s Jason’s.”

Travis’s face blanched. “Does it have to be?”

Jason shaped his hand like an ‘L’ at Travis because he wasn’t comfortable with sticking up his middle finger. He was this close to coming up with a more clever retort when his cell rang. “Hold on a sec... Huh?” It was Jen calling, and Jason had forgotten that she even knew his number. He flipped the lid open and put the phone to his ear. “Hi, Jen.”

“Hey, Jason! How’s it going?” The voice sounded like it belonged to the world’s most cheerful tin can. Jason’s phone may have been old and terrible, but it was virtually indestructible and therefore perfect for taking on a journey.

“Pretty good. What’s up?”

“Where are you guys right now?”

Jason thought that was a weird question. “We’re on 36, why?”

“Great! I was just thinking next time you were near Ecruteak you ought to come visit the gym! What do you say, how about tomorrow?”


“What’s she saying?” asked Travis. Jason waved him off. He had to think of a quick excuse, or at least stall.

“I don’t think we can. We’ve already got plans.”

“That’s cool, that’s cool. What are you up to?”

And now he was out of time to stall. He needed something plausible-sounding and, more importantly, something that wasn’t ‘Gonna go fight Team Rocket’ or ‘Ya know, stuff.’

He said, “…Ya know, stuff.”

“Oh, come on! Tell me!”

Jason concentrated on the phrase ‘plausible-sounding’ for two seconds before he said, “…We’re meeting some other trainers we know up at Lake Rage. So, like, we don’t have time to stop.”

“Dude,” said Travis. “What’s she want?”

Jen was talking at the same time as Travis. “Maybe some other time, then. Actually, I know some really good fishing spots at Lake Rage if you’re interes—oh, hold on a sec.” Jason heard the phone rustle on the other end followed by some words he couldn’t quite make out. Then Jen was back. “Well, I’m gonna let you go now. Have fun! See ya!”

“Yeah… See ya.” Jason hung up, but he still had a weird feeling for some reason.

“Hey man, you gonna tell us what that was or what?”

“She just wants us to visit her gym sometime. No big deal.”

“Oh, does she work at Morty’s gym?” asked Krissy.

“No, she’s got her own. Not a real one. I mean, it is real but—”

“Whoa!” Travis cut him off with a start and pointed down the trail. Where a moment ago there had been nothing there now stood an Alakazam. Its back was turned to them and it was moving its head as if searching for something. Then it spun around and looked straight into Jason’s eyes. It wore a stern expression that seemed to have been carved into its face. Just as Jason was reaching for one of his Pokémon, the two spoons that the Alakazam clutched in its hands bent an inch. The creature teleported away again as quickly as it had come.

“What the heck was that about?” asked Travis as he absently took a few steps closer to where the Alakazam had been.

Within the next second the following things happened: the Alakazam reappeared inches in front of Travis, it pressed its right spoon against the boy’s chest, and they both disappeared as Travis’s cry of shock was cut off halfway.

“Travis!” The scream was Krissy’s. Jason’s mouth was stuck open but his own scream got caught in his throat. The air in front of him and behind him was sucked into the spot where Travis and the Pokémon had stood. It didn’t seem real.

Krissy’s brain wasn’t as frozen as his was. She grabbed his arm and yelled, “Come on, move!”

They ran forward a dozen yards, which should have been enough to give them a fighting chance. They turned around again to send out their Pokémon. Krissy was slightly faster.

“Go, Frostbite!”

“Go, Ali!”

Krissy’s Sneasel and Jason’s Ledian stood in front of them. In the spur of the moment, all Jason thought of was using a fast Pokémon with a type advantage. It suddenly occurred to him that Ali couldn’t be strong enough to handle an Alakazam regardless. He also realized that Ali’s only bug-specific move was Silver Wind, which would undoubtedly hit Krissy’s dark-type Pokémon as well. And now it was too late to pull Ali back as their opponent was standing next to where they had just been.

While its back was turned Krissy shouted, “Feint Attack!”

As Frostbite contorted herself and seemed to turn into a shadow that fell away to the side, Jason called out the first other attack he could think of. “Comet Punch!”

Ali flew straight ahead as the Alakazam turned around and levitated just enough that the claws of its feet barely touched the ground. Jason’s Pokémon threw a jab with one of his four small fists but missed by a hair. He kept trying to land a hit, but the Alakazam always ended up a centimeter or less away from the blow. All of the psychic-type’s muscles were relaxed; it didn’t appear to be moving of its own power. Then out of nowhere it planted its feet and braced itself as Frostbite emerged from some impossible blind spot and swung one of her claws. The Alakazam absorbed the punch from Ali and the slash from Frostbite with only a twitch and a grunt, and at the same time it shot out its arms and touched the two Pokémon with its spoons. All three disappeared.

Krissy covered her mouth with both hands and Jason fell to his knees. This couldn’t be happening, he told himself. Everything seemed to stop to him, and he didn’t remember that the smart thing to do was to run anywhere from their current spot. Only two seconds later the Alakazam stood between him and Krissy and he felt something metal press against his arm. The forest collapsed in on itself and dissolved. His stomach was tied into knots and his whole body spun forward and sideways at the same time.

And then where there had been forest there were now walls. He was barely on his own two feet and he had no idea where he was. Then without warning someone grabbed him from behind and hoisted him up.

“Heeeeeey, Jason!”

It soon sunk in that the word was ‘bear-hugged’ rather than ‘grabbed,’ and that rather than ‘someone’ it was ‘Jen.’ After she set him down Jason got more of a grasp on the situation. They were in the North Ecruteak Gym clubhouse. Travis and Krissy were both leaning against the wall in a daze. Ali was flying around in confusion while Frostbite was struggling furiously to escape the jaws of Jen’s calm Arcanine, Summer. And sitting at the table was a woman whom Jason recognized as Jen’s friend Hanna. She had a laptop out which had a map of Route 36 on its display. Plugged into the laptop was a pink cell phone that Jason was pretty sure belonged to Jen.

Hanna smiled and waved at him from her chair. “Hi, Jason. It’s been a while.”

“Oh!” said Jen with a snap of her fingers. “Let’s do introductions. You must be Krissy! Hi, I’m Jen, Jason’s cousin. That’s Hanna, she’s visiting from Cerulean City. Oh, and Hanna, this is Jason’s bestie Travis. I think everyone knows everyone now?”

While Jen was establishing all this, the three kids were struggling to get a word in edgewise until finally they asked in unison and exasperation, “What was that?


A few minutes later all the Pokémon were away and everyone was sitting down at the table. The room was much calmer, but Jason was still bewildered.

“Now, Jason,” said Jen, “we felt we had to teach you a lesson because you’re being a huge idiot. Same goes for you two.” She said this with a pleasant smile.

There was only one thing she could be referring to, but Jason decided to play dumb just in case. “What do you mean we’re being idiots?”

“You’re not fooling anyone, bud. We know you’ve been picking fights with Rocket Grunts, and that’s not very smart.”

Travis joined in the playing-dumb game. “Who told you that?”

“Some kid who visited the gym a few days ago. We were chatting and it turned out he knew Jason. That’s not what we’re talking about, though.”

Jason bet it was that twelve-year-old, Patrick. Patrick was a jerk.

Jen continued. “Anyway, we wanted to talk to you about it face to face, so I called you and Hanna did some of her magic computer stuff to track the location of your phone, and Marie knows how to teleport by longitude and latitude so that was that!”

“The program’s not actually that complicated,” said Hanna. “Took me a while to train Marie to work with it, though.”

Krissy put her hands on her head. “But why? Why not just teleport over to us and talk?” Implicit in her voice was the additional question, ‘What is wrong with you?’

“Well…” said Jen, “If it were just you and Travis we would’ve tried that, but you’ve got Jason.”

“Huh?” Jason had no idea what she meant.

Jen kept talking while still facing Krissy. “Here’s the thing: Jason hasn’t really changed since he was four years old, and I’d know. If I ever told him, ‘Don’t touch that Weedle, it’s poisonous,’ he’d touch it every time. When he got older I tried saying nothing in case I was just encouraging him by saying no, but he’d still go do whatever dumb thing it was anyway. He was impossible to babysit, and he’d only ever learn by messing up.”

Jason was turning red from embarrassment. “What’s that got to do with it?”

“It means I know you’re not going to listen to reason, so I asked Hanna to show you how hopelessly unprepared you are. You three just had your butts handed to you by one Pokémon whose trainer was miles away.”

Krissy objected. “It wasn’t even a Pokémon battle, though. Your objective was totally different!”

“You’re proving our point,” said Hanna. “Team Rocket isn’t going to try to beat you in a Pokémon battle. They are going to try to get you and hurt you. They don’t play by the rules, you won’t know when they’re coming, and they have Pokémon that are as strong as Marie is smart.”

Jason recalled Phillip’s story and swallowed. That one wasn’t a real Pokémon battle either.

Jen took over again. “Now take the situation you were just in and imagine you’d been up against someone who doesn’t love you and isn’t trying to keep you safe.”

Jason glanced over at Travis to see if he’d help out on defense, but his friend’s mouth was closed as if with a vise and his eyes were looking straight down.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Jen, “and you won’t be ready the next time a surprise attack comes, either. If Marie weren’t such a good girl she could have knocked you on your backs literally just by thinking it. You’d have no time to do a thing and you’d probably need a doctor. And a bad guy with a decent Haunter could have put you to sleep almost as fast. So far you’ve probably only met the dumbest Rockets with the worst Pokémon, and if you give them a reason to send anyone better at you, you’re toast. Is that clear?”

The transition had been slow, but Jen’s voice was no longer pleasant. It had moved past her seldom-used ‘strict babysitter voice’ and into uncharted territory. The last thing Jason wanted to do was give up but there was no way he could keep arguing without sounding like a moron.

“Jason, you’ve got five seconds to tell me you understand and won’t do it again, or I’m calling your mom.”

Jason’s spine turned to ice. This was far scarier than the lopsided ‘battle’ with Marie had been.

“One… Two…”

He had to buy more than five seconds. “Can we talk it over first? I mean, the three of us?”

Jen’s face relaxed a little. “Go ahead.”

The room wasn’t that large, but they tried to get all the privacy they could by huddling up in one of the corners.

“Jason,” whispered Travis, “your other scary cousin has a point. And your mom would definitely call my mom.”

“Yeah,” added Krissy. “Do you think this is worth maybe losing your license?”

“Guys, slow down. This is too important for us to just quit right away. What about Phillip? You think the police are ever going to get his Pokémon back? You never hear about the police getting anyone’s Pokémon back, but we’ve got a real chance.”

Krissy sucked in her breath. “Do we, though? What if we’re out of our league?”

“Not against these two, they’re just regular Grunts. We know from the notebook. We’ll beat these two and they’ll be the last ones. Just one more fight. We’ll be fine.”

Jason could see in their eyes that they were convinced. He knew especially that Travis wouldn’t be the first to blink and expose himself as a sissy little coward.

“So do we lie?” asked Krissy.

“Yeah. I know me and Travis can fool her. Can you?”

“…Sure. I’m not a bad actor.”

And as Jason expected, Travis didn’t blink. “Let’s do it, then.”

“Everyone act disappointed. Okay, break.”

There were three beaten faces in the room as they returned to the table. “We’ll stop,” said Jason in the lowest tone he could manage while still being natural.

Jen sighed. “That’s a big relief. Thank you.”


“I know this isn’t easy, but you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. You’ve all got so much time ahead of you to make a difference, and someday I’m sure you will. Just be patient.”

“And we’re sorry if Marie scared you,” said Hanna.

With that, Jen was Jen again. “Oh, I’m not sorry about that. You’re not on a journey if something doesn’t give you nightmares at some point. Ever been in the Ruins of Alph at night?”

“…This was worse,” said Krissy.

“Oh, whatever. You’re gonna laugh about it eventually.”

Travis slumped on the edge of the table. “…Jason’ll probably be pulling the same kind of thing eventually.”

“Shut up.” Jason took note that Travis was doing a perfect impression of someone who was still mad but was trying to feel better.

Then as Jen started talking loud and fast about something, Jason spotted Hanna staring at him. For a moment he froze up. Her eyes were exactly like that Alakazam’s. She knew. He could feel it. Or he thought he did. Now he couldn’t tell if she was just trying to unnerve him on the chance he was lying, or if she was actually staring straight into his brain. Either way, the moment passed when Jen said she was going to let Summer out of her ball so Rabies could play with his mama.

If Hanna did suspect them, she said nothing about it that evening.


In a place miles away from the gym there were six large tree trunks lying on the ground, all of them freshly torn from their stumps. Three Pokémon had recently finished a battle here and they were now back in their balls. Two of them were cut and beaten to the worst shape of their lives, while the other didn’t have a scratch. There were also two trainers present who were wearing matching uniforms, mismatched bruises, and zip-ties on their wrists and ankles. One of them was out cold and the other one was waking up again. A third trainer was wearing a ski mask and gloves, and he hadn’t said a word the entire fight. He was almost done tying the others to a tree that was still standing.

“You’re a dead motherf*cker, you know that?” hissed the Grunt who was no longer unconscious. He was hissing because he had just lost a tooth. “Soon as our guys find you they’re gonna rip your nuts off and feed ’em to you.”

Derek said nothing back to him. He wasn’t about to give away any clues, especially not when he might have to do business with them once their boss paid their bail. Instead he pulled the knot tight, grabbed their bags, and walked away. He wasn’t worried about them getting loose before the uniformed police arrived. Since his Pokémon was only mostly under his control, his victories tended to be excessively thorough. He was more concerned about remembering to call in the hint—anonymously, of course. This wasn’t one he wanted to fill out the paperwork for.

When he was a mile away he opened the bags. Each held a good number of black-colored specialty Pokéballs that he didn’t recognize. Though the red ‘R’ on their fronts made no secret as to the manufacturer, something didn’t add up. Making custom balls could only help you catch and breed Pokémon; it was pointless if you were out to steal them. His best guess was that these new balls boosted strength and aggression, and that perhaps Team Rocket was preparing for something bigger than stealing Pokémon. He didn’t know and didn’t want to rush to conclusions. He tried to open one, but the release switch wouldn’t respond to his thumb, which was surprising. It also meant they might be interesting enough to get Hanna off his back.

Aside from the balls he found a notebook, and only one. Apparently the other Grunt had lost his somewhere. Derek read through the book and took interest in the trade that was scheduled to take place in a few days.
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Noticed you posted this in some sites, so you'll see my review in several places haha.

I see you're going with the premise of Jason, Krissy, and Travis trying to go against Team Rocket. Not the first time I've seen fics addressing young kids trying to go against an organization, but I am very interested on your take of it. Also looking forward to Derek' role here. Nice to see Jen's gym from one of your previous stories featured. Poor Jason, Krissy, and Travis getting their butt kicked by Marie, heh. Something tells me that trade is more serious than the kids realized.


It's "I Come Anon"
[Thanks for reviewing, Bay! Btw, here's another post now that you've just reviewed. (Lol, timing.) I definitely agonized during the planning stages over the fact that Trainers vs. Evil Team is familiar territory in fanfiction, but I'm pretty confident with the direction the story is going to move in from that premise. Speaking of directions...]

Author's note: We'll be taking a detour from the main storyline for these next two shorter installments. This week we get to know the titular Kids a little better, and next week Jen takes over (or the week after if something keeps me from writing).

Dumb Luck

April, 2016

It was seventeen minutes and thirty-three seconds after five o’clock in the morning, on the dot. Jason knew this because he’d been staring at his cell phone’s clock for half an hour. He was still lying in his sleeping bag and waiting for either the sun to rise or his friend to wake up. This was the only time he had ever been up so early when the date wasn’t December 25th. It was his first full day as a free kid.

“Travis, you still asleep?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what’re we waiting for?”

It was the day after Jason O’Connor’s tenth birthday, and it was arguably just as special. He and Travis Lafayette began that morning in the dark with a breakfast of cold biscuits and water, along with a canteen toast: “To no parents!” They said it together, just as they’d practiced it for over a year.

They were a few miles north of their hometown of Cherrygrove City. When it was bright enough to see they continued walking up Route 30 at a leisurely pace. Jason smiled and soaked it all in for a while before he asked Travis, “What do you wanna catch first today?”

“That’s easy, a Wooper.”

“Gonna have to wait for another day, then. I don’t think you can find any this side of Violet City.”

“No prob.”

Jason shrugged. If Travis wanted to have the world’s worst Pokémon team that was his own business. He still felt obliged to point it out, though. “Y’know, you’ve already got Wyvern. You can’t win with just water-types.”

As Jason expected, Travis didn’t budge an inch. “Sure you can. Water-types kick butt, you’ll see.”

“Uh-huh, yeah.” Jason had to laugh at the obvious holes in Travis’s theory. He couldn’t imagine his friend would stick with that strategy for too long.

A bit later they came across a clearing in the forest with a small pond. As Jason didn’t yet realize that there were approximately a million and a half such ponds all over Johto, the place seemed too special to pass up. “Think the guys could use some fresh air?”

“Sure thing,” said Travis, who then slipped off his shoes and socks and headed straight for the water. When it was up to his shins he unclipped Wyvern’s ball from his belt and let him out.

Wyvern was a Horsea who was slightly shorter and even less intimidating than the average Horsea. He landed in the water without a sound and wasted no time in swimming to the middle of the pond and back. Travis kicked out a foot to splash him, but Wyvern dodged this and charged Travis’s other foot, nearly knocking him over. “Whoa! You win, you win.” Wyvern gave a happy squeak. After two months of growing accustomed to Travis’s behavior he now usually won. He settled down and balanced on his curled tail.

Meanwhile Jason opened Rabies’s ball on dry land. Although it was less than twenty-four hours since his cousin Jen had put the Growlithe in his care, Jason had four bandaids on his hands and fingers. ‘I got him to stop biting arms and shins last year,’ Jen had told him, ‘but he’s still got a little more to learn! Good luck!’ In case it wasn’t clear, Jason thought Rabies was the best. Now that he was out in the open, Rabies had his tongue out and was looking for his next victim. Jason thought it would only be nice to help him find it.

Halfway up a tree Jason spotted a perfect candidate. It was a bug Pokémon with black spots on its red back and wide eyes: Ledyba. Jason pulled out his brand new Pokédex and tapped his way to its page. Dexter’s scratchy, synthetic voice gave some additional information. “Ledyba. It is very timid. It will be afraid to move if it is alone. But it will be active if it is in a group.” It wasn’t a lot to go on, but Jason grinned as he pictured the perfect approach to the encounter.

“Hey Travis, wanna see something amazing?”

Travis sighed. “I already know what you’re talking about but you’re—”

“Gonna catch this one with one shake, first try.”

“—probably gonna say it anyway.”

Jason set his bag down and pulled out an empty Pokéball. “Rabies! Up there!”

Rabies jerked his head skyward in dizzy anticipation of finding something he could bite ‘up there.’ Soon his eyes settled on the Ledyba and he proceeded to bark out a challenge.

“Give it an Ember!”

Rabies spat a few small masses of fire at the tree. The flames moved slowly and with little precision, but they got close enough to spook the Ledyba off the trunk. It didn’t move much from there but instead fluttered several feet above the ground, just as Jason expected thanks to Dexter’s help. It and held out its six feet like clenched fists.

While Rabies continued barking and running around the Ledyba in the hopes that it would come down, Jason set his feet and wound up. He held the Pokéball behind his back at waist-high and focused hard. When a moment came that the Ledyba was facing straight away from him minus a few degrees, Jason felt something and his arm started to move almost before he knew it. He leaned into the motion and slung the ball side-arm. It was a fast throw and broke just enough to graze the Ledyba at what Jason knew was the exact right spot.

The Ledyba vanished in a flash as the ball opened and closed before it fell to the ground with its center button lit up. A long second followed before it rustled from side to side. That was one. Jason bit his lip as an even longer second went by and the button stayed lit. But just before the second shake that most trainers hoped to see, the light went out. It was already caught.

Jason’s arms shot up and he cheered so loud that it made Rabies and Wyvern jump, while Travis slapped his own forehead and groaned. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”


“This is all he’s gonna talk about for a week. Why me?”

“Ha, ha! How do you like that!”

“Big deal. It happens to everyone every hundred times they try!”

“Not for me it doesn’t! Gonna be one in five the whole trip, just you watch!”

“Yeah, right. It’s just dumb luck, and no one’s that lucky.”

“You wish! It’s all skill, man!”

“It’s dumb luck!

“Well, I thought it was pretty incredible.”

Jason and Travis stopped. That was a girl’s voice, and they were positive they had been alone. They looked over to the path, and sure enough there was a girl there who was now walking up to them. “The odds are closer to one in two hundred, or point-five percent, by the way, and most experts say your chances improve the longer you’ve been training. Regardless, the probability’s low enough that if you call it and succeed then there’s most likely an element of skill.”

“Uh…” Jason was trying to figure out whether 0.5% actually meant one in two-hundred. He didn’t know anyone their age who could do decimals and percentages at the same time, and she definitely didn’t look older than him or Travis.

Travis just rolled his eyes. “What if you call it every time you throw a Pokéball?” He then lifted up Wyvern and directed him to spit water at one of the Embers that was still smoldering on the ground.

“Still impressive, I’d say.” The girl turned to face Jason. She was all smiles and it was a little weird. “So do you think it’s something in your throwing motion or does it have more to do with where the ball hits the Pokémon?”

This was new for Jason. All he’d known was that he’d gotten pretty good at it while practicing catch-and-release style before he received his license. Travis had always taken his knack for granted when he acknowledged it at all, so Jason had never needed to put anything into words on the subject. “It’s like, uh… both, I guess?”

Travis returned Wyvern to his ball, and then dried his feet on the grass and put his socks and shoes on in a hurry. “Like I said, dumb luck. Let’s get going.”

Jason didn’t want to be too impolite, so he said “See you around,” to the girl before following Travis up the trail. “Come on, Rabies.”


It was early in the afternoon when they reached a signpost that indicated the midpoint of the route. “We’ll probably reach Route 31 early tomorrow,” said Travis, “and then it’s not too far to Violet.”

Jason was looking straight upward and only half-listening to him. “I think I see a sleeping Hoot-Hoot up there. You wanna go looking for some when it’s dark out?”

“If you have a Pokémon that’s trained to use its head without injury, you can also shake them out of the trees when it’s daytime.” This was not Travis speaking, but rather the girl from before. Jason hadn’t noticed, but they seemed to have met up again.

Travis tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. Team meeting.” He then pulled Jason over to the side of the trail while the girl stayed by the sign and studied her map.

“What’s up?”

“Dude,” whispered Travis. “That girl is following us.”

“You think so?” Jason honestly wasn’t sure. There were only so many ways to travel north on Route 30.

“Definitely. And she’s good at it too. I’ve spotted her a few times since we were at the pond. She’ll probably say she’s just going the same direction as us. Classic girl trickery.”

“Whatever. If she’s following us we’ll just lose her in Violet City, no big deal.”

Travis seethed. “You don’t get it, do you? This is just the first stage in her plan. She’s going to escalate. We’ve got to lose her now or we’ll regret it.”

Jason was even less convinced now and had to suppress a smirk. Travis sounded like the people online who claimed that the Pokémon League was putting apricorn extract in the water as a means of mind control.

“Come on,” said Travis, “I don’t want to spend the whole journey hanging out with some annoying, know-it-all girl.”

“Fine, fine. We’ll take a detour and test your theory.”

And so, without a word to the girl standing on the other side of the trail, Jason led the way west up a steep incline and deep into the forest. When the route proper was well out of sight they turned north again and went over two hills, crossed a stream, and scrambled up a ten-foot ledge. As Jason grabbed the grass at the top of this ledge he finally permitted himself to look over his shoulder. The girl had just reached their side of the stream.

Jason was dumbfounded. ‘Holy crud, he was actually right.’

When they were both standing at the top of the ledge Travis let him have it. “I told you. We should start running.”

“No, that’s stupid. Let’s just clear this up with her.”

“Oh my god, you’ve already fallen right into her trap.”

“Shut up and let me handle it.”

While they were arguing, the girl’s head popped over the top of the ledge. “Hey… You mind giving me a hand?” She sounded a little out of breath.

Jason did the decent thing and helped pull her up, though he could imagine Travis grinding his teeth behind him.

“Thanks,” she said.

“No prob. Hey, listen, uh…”

“Krissy. And you are?”

“Oh. I’m Jason, and that’s Travis.”

She nodded at Travis. “Nice to meet you.”

Travis glared and said nothing, so Jason spoke for both of them. “You too. By the way, I didn’t ask earlier, and I don’t want to be rude but, um… why are you still following us around?”

“I’m not following you following you, I’m just going to Violet City.”

Jason was glad Travis wasn’t a telepath and couldn’t say ‘See? See?’directly into his brain. “Yeah, I figured, but it’s a lot easier over that way. You know, on the road that goes to Violet City.” Jason noticed a tinge of red in Krissy’s face, but that might have been from the climbing.

“Well, I just started a few days ago and you guys seemed to know what you were doing… So I figured you probably knew a better way there when you left the trail.”

That sounded plausible. Jason like to imagine that he and Travis looked more experienced than the average beginners, and he could picture himself doing the same thing in her shoes. He realized this also meant that Travis must be counting her explanation as evidence toward his argument that girls were adept at disguising their malicious cunning as normal behavior.

“By the way,” said Krissy, “How would you like to make camp together tonight? It’s better for the environment if we share firewood.”

Travis grabbed Jason’s shoulder and pulled him aside once again. “Now you’ve done it,” he whispered. “She’s got you right where she wants you.”

“You’re crazy. Just hold on, I’ve got an idea.”

At this point Travis seemed far more annoying to Jason than Krissy did. Jason was inclined against going along with the ‘run away’ plan in part to spite him. That aside, he did in fact have an idea that was diplomatic yet aggressive, and more importantly didn’t require them to outrun her. He faced Krissy again, who had a look of awkward confusion on her face. “So here’s the thing: my friend has this social anxiety disorder.”

“What are you talking about!”

“The shrink says he’s got it real bad when he denies it. Anyway, he has trouble around new people and we’re trying to fix it but we also want to take it slow. So what I’m thinking is, let’s have a Pokémon battle. If you win we camp together, work on fixing Travis, and save the trees; and if I win we go easy on him and fight his condition some other day, meaning you camp somewhere else.”

Krissy didn’t answer right away and looked hesitant. Jason worried that the scenario he’d just laid out didn’t make total sense. If he was honest, he mostly just wanted to have a Pokémon battle. When Krissy did answer, though, she was smiling and sounded awfully confident. “That works with me. I’d love to help if I can.”

“Jason, you’re a jerk.”

Jason ignored Travis and said, “Let’s head back to the path. There’s more space there.”

Krissy followed close behind him while Travis kept more of his distance. This was a great opportunity to give Rabies a real test, Jason thought, and for himself too as neither of them had battled a trainer before. It wasn’t long until they reached their destination. They waited for a pair of teenagers to pass by and then the coast was clear.

“You all right with a one-on-one?” asked Jason. “All my others are newly caught.” It occurred to him that Krissy had already seen Rabies and could plan accordingly, but there was nothing he could do about that. He just hoped she didn’t have a water- or ground-type as he moved to his spot.

“That’s perfect.” Krissy already had her Pokéball in her hand. “Ready?”


“Jason, if you lose this then Wyvern’s my new best friend.”

“Don’t worry. Go, Rabies!”

“Go, Chikorita!”

As the small, pale-green creature with the signature leaf on its head appeared in front of Krissy, Jason had two thoughts: that Krissy’s family must have plenty of money, and that this battle was going to be a cinch.

Travis laughed. “Gee, and I was worried for a minute.”

“Bad luck,” said Jason. “You still want to do this?”

Krissy bent down, whispered something to her Chikorita, and then stood back up and answered. “Absolutely. Why don’t you make the first move?”

Jason shook his head. This was too easy. “Rabies, use Ember!”

Rabies was wagging his tail off at the prospect. He fired a shot at Chikorita, but she sidestepped it with little trouble. It made Krissy jump a little as well, and she took a few wise steps back.

“Keep it up, Rabies!”

Rabies complied with zeal, but Chikorita stayed light on her feet and avoided the shots. Then the fifth one singed her and it was enough to leave a mark. She wasn’t looking too comfortable, but still Krissy didn’t give her any orders. Jason could see it was only a matter of time. Chikorita would run out of luck and energy before Rabies ran out of fire.

All of a sudden though, he realized that in the process of dodging Chikorita had closed the gap between herself and Rabies considerably. ‘So that’s her plan,’ he thought, ‘buy time until her Chikorita can turn it into a close-quarters fight. Not gonna be that easy! We just have to keep it a long-range battle and we’ve won!’

“Rabies, get that distance back!”

Rabies started to run in an arc and was widening the gap again already, but then Krissy shouted her first command. “Now!”

Chikorita swung her leaf like a sling and a seed flew out on the perfect trajectory to intercept Rabies.

“Look out!” It was too late, though. The seed planted itself on one of Rabies’s hind legs while he wasn’t looking and he stumbled.

Krissy pounced on the opening immediately. “Tackle!”

While Jason was thinking of how to counter, Chikorita charged at Rabies full-steam and knocked him down again just as he was getting up. She put her weight on top of him and the vines that were already sprouting from the seed began to glow. Chikorita seemed to glow as well and now it was as if the fire had never touched her.

Jason’s confidence had evaporated. “Bite her, Rabies! Get out of there!”

Rabies struggled to get into a position where he could chomp down on his opponent. Before he managed it Krissy called out, “Let him go, Chikorita!”

Chikorita rolled off and got herself set while Rabies rose slowly to his feet. He still had his orders and was the first to lunge again. Chikorita jumped out of the way just quickly enough to avoid his teeth and tackled him once more. Jason was in a panic. He had figured that Rabies’s fire and speed would result in a rout, but the fire had failed and now his speed was gone. The vines were spreading. The two Pokémon stared each other down, and the difference in their conditions was stark.


“Ignore it!”

Rabies was coughing, but he just managed to come up with some flames. Chikorita shut her eyes, ran through them face-first, and collided with Rabies so hard it made Jason wince. He could see that Chikorita was hurting somewhat from the attack, but already the vines were glowing again and Rabies looked like he was at the end of his rope.

There was nothing to do. Jason’s lip quivered as he said, “Call her off. We give.”

“Chikorita, return!”

Chikorita pulled away from Rabies at once and trotted back to Krissy, who said a short, “Good job,” before taking her back into her Pokéball.

Jason rummaged through his bag for a Potion as he rushed over to his Growlithe. Rabies was in poor spirits as Jason yanked the seed and vines from his leg. The pup’s eyes were more full of disappointment than any serious pain. Jason was a little relieved to see his toughness, and more than a little annoyed to listen to Travis’s poor attempt at containing his laughter.

“Pffft, sorry. I mean, I feel sorry for Rabies but that was pretty sad, man.”

“The better strategy would have been to lead off with Bite attacks,” said Krissy in the same upbeat tone she had used before the battle started. “A speed advantage is best used early so as to take control of the battle. In this matchup Ember would have worked better as a finishing move. Of course, against a weaker and slower grass-type it would have been perfectly safe to lead off with Ember. In a more even match though trying to win without a scratch can backfire.”

Jason suffered through her spiel as he sprayed Rabies with the Potion. “Yeah, yeah.” The medicine acted fast, though it didn’t bring Rabies back to perfect fighting shape. “You did good, boy. We’ll get ’em next time.”

Rabies whined a little but then returned to his ball with no further complaint.

“Shall we get going, then?” asked Krissy. “We want to find a good spot before dark.”

“Sure thing,” answered Travis with no bitterness in his voice, much to Jason’s surprise. It made more sense though when his friend came over to him and whispered in his ear, “Way to go,” with every drop of that missing bitterness.

Jason clenched his tongue between his molars and stood up again. Krissy led the way with a spring in her step and he followed after her in resignation.


Hours later when the three of them were in their sleeping bags around the dying campfire, Jason stared at the leaves overhead and mulled over his mistakes. Any way he looked at it, it shouldn’t have mattered that he led off with Ember. Despite how little he’d ever read about them, he was positive that Chikoritas weren’t supposed to be that quick. What was he supposed to do, just plan on his opponents’ Pokémon being better than they looked? For that matter, there was no way Krissy should have been able to whisper a perfect strategy to Chikorita before he even called an attack.

That cleared it up, he thought. It was nothing more than that Krissy had somehow stumbled upon the right strategy and committed to it early. It must have been that stupid guess that won it for her. He was certain that Rabies wouldn’t have lost all other things being equal so this was the only possible explanation.

Jason frowned and muttered two words into the night: “Dumb luck.”
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Chibi Pika

Stay positive
Far too often I find myself only reading long-running fics by big-name authors, which is a shame. But, for whatever reason, I found myself clicking into this thread, and I’m glad I did because it immediately caught my attention with several of my favorite things. I love the serious, realistic perspective that Derek’s POV brings, balancing out the short-sighted, over-idealism of kids who honestly think they can stand a chance against Rockets. :p Not to mention the wild card Hanna’s thrown into the mix. I’ve only read the first chapter, but I think I’ll be keeping an eye on this one.



A nice short piece as to how the boys met Krissy. Figured Krissy would figure out a way to deal with the type disadvantage during her battle against Jason there. Poor Rabies, though. And thus the kids' adventure together begins.


Ghost Type Trainer
Well, this has been quite a fun read. I'm glad I decided to take a look. Sometimes it's nice to start reading newer fics because you don't have to make your way through a ton of chapters to get to the current one.

I like your characters. From what you've written so far, that's a definite strength of this fic. Jason's recklessness in going against Team Rocket is already promising to be an interesting plot element. Hopefully they will defy Jen's wishes and go against Team Rocket again. I want to see what happens. :D Derek is an interesting character as well. Anyone who can stay up for that long at once is automatically impressive to me. And a bit scary at the same time. =p

At any rate, nice job on this so far. I'll be here for the next chapter.


It's "I Come Anon"
[Thanks for reviewing, GastlyMan and Chibi Pika! Glad you both liked Derek's role in the beginning. We'll definitely be seeing more of him. Hope you dig the rest of the story!]

Fire Safety

March, 2015

Jen Brooks was departing a bus at the stop closest to Azalea Town. Town ordinances dictated that no paved roads were permitted within a one-mile radius of the Slowpoke Well, meaning that she had a hike through some of her favorite scenery ahead of her just as the leaves were growing back. She loved Azalea Town’s ordinances for this reason, and it helped that she was in no hurry today. Before she took to the trail though, she had a make a call with her ancient phone that could never get a signal in Azalea proper. Even out here by the highway the voice on the other end was scratchy.

“Hey, boss. You make it there all right?”

The voice belonged to Carlos, her first out of three employees. “Yup! Just a quick walk and I’m there. Got everything under control today?”

“Yes, yes, just relax. You know, when you work on your day off you put a lot of pressure on the rest of us.”

This was true, but she didn’t care. She wanted her new gym open by June. “Pssh, this barely counts as work. Quit worrying about me and focus on getting those bleachers sanded down.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jen rolled her eyes. Carlos was thirty—basically an adorable fossil—so what business did he have calling her ma’am? She could never quite tell whether this was respect or irony. Perhaps it was both. “Great! I’ll see you guys first thing tomorrow.”

“You don’t mean at six in the morning, do you?”

“First thing means first thing! See ya!” She closed her phone and exhaled deeply. This was going to be her first easy day in months. The only things on the to-do list were to pick up an order from Kurt and to enjoy the weather.

After a light walk through the woods Jen reached the center of town. She adored how the place was hidden from sight until you were practically on top of it. All of the buildings were unassuming wooden structures—besides the sterile and ubiquitous Gym, Center, and Mart—and there was never an overwhelming amount of hustle and bustle. The pace of life here seemed to be set in part by the local Slowpoke. One of them was lounging on a rock close to Jen, and the slow yawn it made almost put her to sleep on the spot. She shook it off and headed to the one home in Azalea where the mood was never so relaxed.

Kurt’s front door was propped open at all times when Kurt was awake and the weather was at least tolerable, and the busy sound of a hammer striking metal was a constant. As Jen walked in she heard the stern voice of the proprietor. “You work too slow, young pupil. If that order is late, you will have brought shame to this house!”

“Dad, your shtick is tired and I’m trying to concentrate, so quit it!”

Jen laughed, as the other voice hardly belonged to a ‘young pupil.’ Kurt’s very adult son was sitting at a workbench in the corner. He was forming the shell of a new ball under the intense supervision of the old master himself. At the sight of a customer, Kurt took on more welcoming airs. “Ah! Jen Brooks, if I’m not mistaken? We weren’t expecting you this early.”

Jen was impressed. People said that Kurt never forgot a name or a face, but she had always assumed they exaggerated. “Good guess, sir!”

“No guesses, child.” He closed his eyes and snapped his fingers a few times. “It was November of ’03 when you last visited. You left with a Fast Ball and meant to catch a Ninetales.”

“Heh, I don’t even remember the month, myself. Never did catch that Ninetales, either.”

“Pity. And for today you wanted, hmm…”

The son took a break from his hammering and answered for him. “Six Practice Balls. I’m making the last one now, remember?”

“Ah, of course. I’m afraid that’s how it goes with my head these days, young lady. I lose things from five minutes ago, but when it comes to five years ago or more I’m still sharp. As I was saying, six is a large number for Practice Balls.”

It was indeed a large number, as a Practice Ball could be used even after failure to catch a Pokémon. The downside was that anything it ‘caught’ remained wild and would be set free automatically after no more than a minute. Serious trainers found little use for them and would in theory never need more than one regardless. “They’re for the new gym I’m opening outside Ecruteak, sir. We’re going to give lessons on catching Pokémon to kids under ten. Oh, I should say five of them are for the gym. The other’s a present for my cousin; he’s turning nine soon.”

“That’s a good gift idea,” said the son. “Nine’s the worst birthday. So close and yet so far.”

Jen nodded and pulled her pocketbook from her bag. “My thoughts exactly. Now, what’s the bill?”

Kurt took a glance at his ledger. “1,000 each for Practice Balls.”

“By the way, miss,” added Kurt’s son, “The old man told me you specialize in fire-types.”

“That I do.”

“In that case, we’ll let you have them for 500 each if you can talk some sense into my daughter.”

Kurt grunted in annoyance. “I suppose I can agree to that.”

“You should find her over by the Well. She’ll be with her Houndour.”

Since the money was coming out of Jen’s pocket rather than the gym’s meager budget, this was too good to pass up. Her personal finances were going to be tight for a while yet. “What do you want me to say to her?”

The son put down his tools. “Just tell her what’s she’s doing wrong with her training. I’ve tried talking to her, and her grandpa’s—”

“I will not dignify her mistake by naming it,” said Kurt as he shook the dust from his apron. “To acknowledge so obvious an error is dishonorable in itself. Such a thing ought to be the student’s alone to correct. If her ignorant father didn’t insist on intervening, I would leave the child to her own devices, but here we are.”

Kurt’s son rolled his eyes. “…And Grandpa’s being Grandpa. I just want her to play it safe, and if she won’t listen to me I was hoping she’d listen to an expert.”

“But what’s she doing wr—”

Not. Under. This. Roof! The very words will corrode the mechanisms in our wares!”

“Dad, knock it off!” The son folded his hands and spoke to Jen again. “I’m sorry, there’s no dealing with him when he’s like this. I would be most grateful if you could please share some of your experience with my daughter. I’ll have your order finished as fast as possible in the meantime.”

As amusing as Jen thought it would be to provoke Kurt even further, she decided to take pity on his son for so politely and correctly acknowledging her vast expertise with fire training. “My pleasure, I’ll get right on it! Back in a few!”

The young father dipped his head in gratitude while the old father shook his and turned his attention elsewhere. As for Jen, she walked out the door pleased with the prospect of being 3,000 Pokéyen less poor. She pondered whether she ought to use the savings to treat her employees to a laughably cheap dinner or save the money for a rainy day as she strolled toward the other side of town.

But just when the outline of the Slowpoke Well was coming into view, Jen heard the unmistakable growl of an angry Houndour followed by the hurt cry of a young girl. A pit formed in her stomach as she hurried to the source. ‘So much for that,’ she thought. ‘Please don’t be hurt too bad, please don’t be hurt too bad…’

She found the granddaughter sitting hunched over and clutching her right hand at the foot of the stone wall. Her clothes were traditional in the same vein as Kurt’s and her father’s. The Houndour was on all fours and every inch of her back was tense. A Houndour’s eyes rarely looked friendly thanks to its skeletal forehead ridge, but this one’s seemed even fiercer than usual.

“Hey, kid, let me see that.” Jen all but skidded to her knees and dropped her bag. The girl was fighting back tears and seemed embarrassed, but she complied and showed Jen her hand. The bite wasn’t too deep, but there were burns along with the fang marks. It was lucky her Pokémon was only a Houndour and not a fully grown Houndoom, otherwise those burns would have been black and would have hurt like hell for weeks at best. “This should be fine if we treat it now. Hold still.”

Jen kept a loose grip on the girl’s wrist as she rummaged through her bag and pulled out her first-aid kit. There were two vials inside that were marked with flame symbols: one for regular burns and the other specifically for the dark burns of a Houndoom because it was just that important to have one around. Jen didn’t know how close this Houndour was to evolving, so it seemed best to play it safe. She dipped a wad of cotton into the higher-strength medicine. “This is going to sting a little.”

It was clear from the girl’s face how badly it stung, but she bit hard on her lip and didn’t make a sound. “What’s your name, champ?” asked Jen. In her own humble opinion, Jen’s bedside manner was impeccable.


“You’re pretty tough, Maizie.”

“I… (ow)… I don’t want Moro to know it hurts.”

Jen almost sighed in exasperation but controlled herself. She wasn’t sure which Pollyanna-esque teen-lit heroine with ludicrous Pokémon-magnetism made kids think that was a good idea, but there were several candidates. “If that’s your reason, you should just let it all out. Pokémon aren’t born knowing not to hurt humans. You gotta let her know how bad it is when she bites people or she’ll never learn. It’s especially important for fire-types.”

This was enough to convince Maizie. “OW! Ow, ow, owwww!” She was squirming in place and the tears were coming out now.

“That’s better. Now tell Moro.”

Moro growled when the stranger mentioned her name, but Maizie pointed at her wound with her good hand and said, “No! Bad! That hurt!”

Moro quieted down and some of the tension left her spine, but to Jen’s eyes this wasn’t nearly enough. Even her worst-behaved Pokémon when she was a young trainer would have been more thoroughly subdued by the correction. “Maybe it’s time to call it a day. I’d put her back in her ball now.”

“My dad sent you, didn’t he?”


Maizie’s eyes were fixed in a glare. She tried to pull her hand away, but Jen didn’t allow it. “Not so fast, I haven’t done your other side yet. And what makes you think that?”

“I don’t keep Moro in a ball anymore. You can tell my dad he can get bent.”

Jen decided against the suggestion partially on the grounds that she still wanted the discount, but mostly because she thought leaving a Pokémon like Moro out of her ball 24/7 was extremely ill-advised. She knew a few trainers who had a Pokémon that didn’t stay in a ball, but they were exceptions and those Pokémon were invariably docile and obedient. For all Jen knew, Maizie could be years away from having Moro trained to the point where it would be safe to take that approach. She wondered how to convince the girl that this was the case. “That’s a hard way to train. You found it tough so far?”

“I don’t care if it’s tough! I don’t have to be a slave driver to train her!”

Jen didn’t appreciate the implication that she herself was a slave driver. “Not sure I follow you. You’ll have to elaborate on that or I might get the wrong idea.”

“Do you even know how Pokéballs work?”

Jen tried to forgive Maizie’s tone and attitude as she readied a roll of gauze. “Roughly. Not like anyone in your family does, I’m sure.” Or like Hanna did for that matter. There was that one time she had tried and utterly failed to follow her BFF’s explanation about the ‘unique quantum matrix encoding’ that prevented a caught Pokémon being from re-caught by a different ball.

“Well, did you know that the stuff in apricorns messes with a Pokémon’s brain? That they can’t run away even if they would have wanted to?”

“Yup. And did you know that if you don’t ever make human babies lie down for a nap they get real cranky?”

Maizie was taken aback. Jen guessed the girl had only ever held this debate with the mirror and hadn’t anticipated this response. “Also, if you don’t put up a gate at the top of the stairs the baby’s liable to take a tumble. Same things with walls for cribs.”

“What do you—”

“I mean it doesn’t matter if Baby wants to run free and stay awake forever. It’s Mommy’s job not to let her because Mommy knows better than any toddler.” The bandage was all set now and Maizie was ready to go, at least medicinally. Jen gave her hand a good luck pat.

“But Pokémon aren’t babies! They… Moro wasn’t mine to begin with, she was born in the wild!”

“One way or another, though, you’ve adopted her and now you’re responsible for her. If you’re going to keep her with you but not keep her under control, you’re not doing what’s best for her, let anyone for yourself or anyone else.”

“I…” Maizie stared at her shoes. “I don’t want to do what everyone says is ‘best.’ I want to do what’s right. Why do we think we can just take them from their old homes? Who do we think we are?”

In Jen’s mind this shifted the true content of the conversation entirely. Now that Maizie wasn’t speaking with rhetorical fangs, it was plain to Jen that her stance came from a place of humility rather than arrogance. She’d probably known all along that she wasn’t equipped for training without a Pokéball, but this wouldn’t necessarily matter to a true conscientious objector. So much could change in this kind of discussion just with the pronouns.

“That’s a tough question, but I can speak for my first Pokémon, at least. I know beyond a doubt that she’s where she wants to be, and she sure doesn’t act brainwashed.”

“You keep talking about where things end up, but what about right now? How do you justify putting a Pokémon you’ve just met into one of those balls and scrambling its brain so bad it won’t try to go back to its real mom or dad?”

Jen didn’t want to keep dodging this question, but it was so hard to know the right thing to say in this situation. In truth she had come to her answer years ago; all it had taken was a week of angst when she was fourteen. Jen believed that nature was hierarchical: that there were natural predators, prey, parasites, and symbionts. Among all these natural relationships, the one between human trainers and Pokémon was unique in its benevolence. It was the purest, most loving form of inter-species symbiosis. For whatever cosmic reason, humans were natural surrogate parents to Pokémon, and the Pokéball was just a way of making the transition smoother.

Was it arrogant? Of course. Did it take the individual Pokémon’s choice out of the equation? Absolutely, or at least at first. Jen didn’t know how Maizie would respond to the raw specifics of her philosophy. It sounded pretty awful if you supposed that Pokémon and humans were the same, and it was hard to convince someone that they weren’t the same if that person’s instincts said otherwise. She didn’t want to draw that line in the sand between Maizie and herself. All she could think to say instead was something like ‘It’s just always been that way,’ but that was even worse. That was what a complacent, condescending adult would say.

Shoot, was that what she was now? She definitely didn’t want to imagine a whole generation of kids who thought like Maizie did about Pokémon training. Then she might have to call into talk radio shows to complain about the young people these days, ew. The last thing she wanted to do was meet what might be the future and make a terrible first impression, even if the future was wrong.

“I said it’s a tough question.” Jen wished they were talking instead about whether Maizie could handle this little terror of hers another day without a Pokéball.

Then a disquieting possibility occurred to Jen. She took another look into that Houndour’s harsh eyes. “How long have you had Moro, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Three weeks.”

The span was shorter than Jen had feared. “And when was she last in her ball?”

“Two weeks ago.”

‘Oh sh*t,’
thought Jen. Maizie was going to have a wild Houndour soon. Given her upbringing, she must have known that an apricorn’s effect on the brain wasn’t permanent until a month had passed, otherwise it wore off. She was probably counting on it.

“You get the idea?” asked Maizie. “We’ll see who’s right in a few more days, I figure.”

Then without warning, Moro started barking. Maizie jumped a little, and Jen looked around to see if something else had brought this on. She spotted it at the same time that Moro darted off at it. A Slowpoke that hadn’t been there a minute ago was lying at the edge of the path. Moro knocked her target onto its side, sunk her fangs into its haunches, and shook.

“Call her off!” yelled Jen. The Slowpoke had protected status here and this could land in Maizie in huge trouble.

“Moro, return! Moro! Moro!

There was no change in Moro’s behavior, and Jen swore to herself again. She reached for the first of two Pokéballs on her belt. “Summer! Break ’em up!”

The Arcanine’s ball opened right on top of the fray, and she came out hot. A single roar was enough to jar Moro’s attention and make her back off a few steps. She was only daunted for a moment though as she sprung up to bite her new opponent’s face. She never made it as Summer knocked her back to the dirt with her paw.

“Hold her!”

Summer complied immediately and with just enough force. She trapped Moro underfoot, and none of the Houndour’s fevered struggling and barking was going to change the situation. Summer’s advantage in size and speed was insurmountable.

“Well?” Jen asked Maizie. “What are you going to do about this?”


Maizie was holding her bandaged hand and looking totally lost. Jen tried to keep the scowl off her face as she approached the Pokémon. If Maizie wasn’t going to solve this the obvious way, Jen would have to work her own magic to calm Moro down. “You want to come out now, Moro? Then you’re going to have to—Ow! Damn!

Moro had just spat a ball of fire at Jen’s face. She’d barely managed to turn and block it with her arm. It left a hole in her jacket and a burn on her skin.

“Moro!” Maizie ran up now, but couldn’t bring herself to move in any closer than Jen had. She looked up into Jen’s eyes, but Jen had no further wisdom to offer. There was no way anyone could reason with an angry, half-feral Houndour.

“I can tell Summer to beat on her until she’s worn out, but that’s all. It’s either that or you come up with something else.”

Maizie trembled for what felt like an eternity. Then she broke down. She pulled one of her grandfather’s Level Balls from her pocket and pressed the switch with her eyes closed. Moro was finally out of the picture. Jen thanked the heavens that Maizie hadn’t been so dumb—or at least so disobedient to her family—as to throw away the ball.

Maizie turned to Jen but didn’t look her in the eye. She was crying. “I’m sorry.” And then she ran off.

Jen watched her leave and stayed where she was. This day wasn’t turning out to be relaxing at all. Summer walked up and nuzzled her giant head under Jen’s arm. “Good girl.”

Jen decided she had failed Maizie. Out of all the lessons she could have taught her, she’d gone with the worst one: ‘Your ideals are making things hard for an adult, so quit it.’ She hadn’t helped her, she had just treated her like a problem and solved her. It made her sick to her stomach. She didn’t want to take the money anymore, not for officially becoming the kind of adult she’d sworn she’d never be.

And now the poor Slowpoke finally groaned in pain. “You said it, Slowpoke.” Jen grabbed the first-aid kit again for herself and for the other patient.


Next Time:
We rejoin Jason, Krissy, and Travis in the present day for Chapter 3. Tune in to see what the deal with the Grunts' trade is!

Btw, do people like "next episode previews" with fic chapters?
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This is an interesting short of Jen dealing with fire types there. While Maizie's heart is in the right place, me personally she seems to think this a bit too much black/white and not realize Pokemon like Houndour will be pretty tough to handle as demonstrated. Even Jen had a bit of a hard time there. I do admit to also being like, "wow" when she said for her father to get bent. Other than that, nice to see a bit of Kurt's appearance there.


It's "I Come Anon"
[Quick reply to Bay's comments in the spoiler tags (not a spoiler, just saving space):
The 'get bent' line was a spur-of-the-moment decision as I was writing it, glad it had some teeth. Maizie having too much of a black/white, naive perspective is what I was going for; in my mind the main issue in the short is that Jen wants to keep Maizie safe, but at the same time she doesn't want to trivialize Maizie's moral perspective just because she's a child.
Thanks for reading!]

Chapter 3

May, 2017

Travis Lafayette was doing his best to keep his heartrate and expression under control. He was hiding behind a shrub with his best friend Jason and his alleged friend Krissy. Jason was spying on the nearby river through a gap in the leaves with his binoculars, while Krissy was staring into space and undoubtedly strategizing. Between the two of them they had the jobs of looking for the Grunts and finding out how to beat the Grunts covered, so all this left for Travis was the task of wishing nobody would ever show up.

‘This is so stupid,’ he told himself in his head. ‘We shouldn’t even be here. Why couldn’t we have just listened to Jen?’

“Hey Travis,” said Jason. “Who you going to use here?”

“Wyvern, easy. Nobody can beat him as long as he’s got a river. He’ll clean their clocks.”

Travis had just reminded himself of why they hadn’t listened to Jen: it was because he was full of crap. As Travis understood it, Jason was too clueless to know what he couldn’t do, Krissy was capable enough that she wasn’t in much danger herself, and he was too much of a coward not to act like Jason. There had been countless opportunities so far for him to point out how out of their depth they were, but the thought of admitting so was far scarier than the thought of going through with Jason’s and Krissy’s suicidal plans. He wondered what the word for being afraid of being perceived as afraid was. ‘Phobiaphobia,’ maybe. It was the sort of question that a phobiaphobe would never ask aloud.

He dug his fingers into the dirt beneath him. He had to distract himself somehow, but nothing was working. “They’re sure taking their sweet time,” he said. Perhaps fate would take pity on him and Jason would get bored and they’d all leave unscathed.

“I wish they hadn’t been so vague on the meeting time,” said Krissy, in reference to the fact that the grunt had only written ‘evening’ in the notebook.

Jason was unmoved. “No big deal. We can wait here all night.”

That didn’t sound half bad to Travis if it meant none of the Grunts arrived for the scheduled trade. He touched Wyvern’s ball in its familiar spot on his belt and wondered if a Pokémon could sense an apology through the shell. He’d already promised his Seadra twice before that he would put his foot down and convince Jason and Krissy to give up, so he figured promising once more couldn’t hurt. This time he would really do it, at least when this fight was over with. Jason had stated this would be the last one, so all he had to do was hold him to his word. It would be easy as long they made it through one more battle.

“I think I’m going to go with Specs instead of Rabies,” said Jason. Specs was his recently-evolved Noctowl. “The river might make Rabies nervous, and it’ll really put pressure on them if we’re attacking from air, land, and water.”

Krissy nodded. “Specs is larger than anyone else we have, too. Depending on the matchup, that could be a real help.”

“Nah, Rabies doesn’t need size when he’s got that much firepower. He can blow anything away when he’s in the right mindset.”

Travis did not say the following, but felt he should have: ‘Jason, you colossal dumb*ss, listen to Krissy when she’s talking freaking strategy!’ This would have been hypocritical. He himself was frequently guilty of failing to give Krissy the credit she was obviously due. At least, ‘obviously’ to everyone except Jason, apparently.

“Hey! One of them’s here!”

Travis’s heart nearly stopped. While his friend was popping out of his skin in anticipation, all he could do was struggle to maintain a cool exterior. “Just one?”

“Yeah. He’s alone. And he’s on our side of the river, too.” Jason put away his binoculars and rubbed his hands together.

Krissy laid out the possibilities. “It’s either the Grunt our guys were going to meet, or it’s one of our guys and his partner’s missing. I think that makes it a 25% chance at best that he has Phillip’s Pokémon.”

Travis spoke up, but it felt like someone else was using his mouth. “All that matters is he’s got a 100% chance of losing. We ready to roll?” He cursed whatever had made him fall into the habit years ago of talking like a big-shot regardless of the situation. It was one thing when he was just talking up his pathetic crew of Pokémon, but it was far worse when it meant blowing a chance to keep them out of serious trouble for once.

Krissy pulled out a single Pokéball. “So we’ve got Specs, Lucia, and Wyvern. How’s this sound: Lucia takes point position, Jason and Specs play it by ear depending on the enemy’s strategy, and Wyvern keeps his distance and puts the enemy off balance with ranged attacks.”

Travis shrugged. “Guess I can let you guys have the fun this time around.” He wanted to slam his head against a tree trunk for spewing such garbage. Why did he feel the need to pass off self-preservation as generosity? He knew that if he had any integrity at all he wouldn’t let Jason’s and Krissy’s Pokémon take the vast majority of the risk.

Jason grinned. “Sounds good.” He had a manic look in his eyes. Travis missed the days when he’d actually looked forward to seeing that look.

They got up and tried not to make any noise. The theory Krissy had put forward earlier was to sneak up until they were too close to avoid being heard, and then charge in. Travis let the other two take the lead so that they couldn’t see him cross his fingers and mouth a desperate prayer to Suicune, the god of clear streams. They were getting close to the edge of the trees now. The Grunt was sitting on his pack and watching the river. A part of Travis had to wonder if he could make it all go away by closing his eyes.

Krissy suddenly turned around from her position up front and Travis forced himself to act normal. She made a quick hand signal, and the three of them broke into a sprint.

“Go, Lucia!”

“Go, Specs!”

By the time the Grunt knew what was happening, Krissy’s Bayleef was already standing in the middle of the clearing and Jason’s Noctowl was flying in place above her. Lucia wasn’t dramatically larger than she had been as a Chikorita, but she was stockier and even more deceptively powerful.

For the first time Travis decided not to call out his starting Pokémon’s name as he sent him into battle. He and Wyvern were off to the right and downstream from the others. Wyvern was now a strong, expert swimmer and had no trouble holding his position against the current. Travis found himself hoping that Specs’s distracting wingspan would keep the Grunt’s attention firmly away from them.

The Grunt rose to his feet and studied his opponents. “Nope, I’m not impressed. If y’all want to reconsider this and head back the way you came, I’ll let it slide. I’m in a pretty good mood today.” His voice was raspy, and it suited the dense stubble on his face and the crook in his eye. The words ‘Yes, please. Sorry to bother you,’ made their way to the inside of Travis’s mouth, but unfortunately they stopped there.

“Forget it!” shouted Jason. “You’re going to hand over all the Pokémon you stole, or else!”

“You talk pretty tough, boy. That’ll land you in trouble someday.” The Grunt reached for his belt with both hands and in a flash he sent out two Pokémon: An Ursaring on the ground and a Golbat in the air. With no need for specific instruction, the Golbat flew at Specs like a dart with fangs bared.

Travis knew it took a confident trainer to command more than one Pokémon at once. He found himself paralyzed as the battle started without him. Krissy and Jason called out orders for Leech Seed and Wing Attack, respectively. Specs and the Golbat engaged in a midair tussle as Lucia flung two seeds with the large leaf on her head that landed square on the Ursaring’s chest.

“Ursaring, use Taunt!”

“Lucia, ignore him!”

The Ursaring reared to his full height and bellowed at the top of his lungs. Lucia dug in and stared him down. Travis could scarcely believe his eyes. None of his own partners would have been able to resist the subliminal urge to charge head on. No one their age could instill that kind of discipline in a Pokémon.

“Magical Leaf!”

A cloud of glowing leaves came up from nowhere and surrounded the Ursaring, who began to wail from the fine cuts. Travis came to his senses and realized that if he did nothing this whole fight he’d never live it down. He kept his eyes on the battle but told Wyvern, “Use Bubble Beam. On… on the Golb—” He stopped himself. He didn’t want to hit Specs by mistake. “On the Ursaring!”

Wyvern sent a rapid spray of bubbles from his snout and hit his distant target dead-on, but it did no more than cause the Ursaring to wince momentarily. Lucia’s leaf attack was clearly causing him far more distress.

“Forget the Taunt. Move in and tear her to pieces! Use Slash!” He then turned his attention to the Golbat. It was obvious now that Wyvern was a non-factor, and this was both humiliation and relief to Travis.

The magic cloud followed the Ursaring as he lumbered forward. Lucia played the evade-game, and had the advantage of being able to pass through the leaves unharmed. That half of the fight was promising, but Specs was beginning to look sluggish despite Jason’s spirited direction. Travis didn’t see how Wyvern could make a difference in either skirmish and had no idea what the outcome was going to be. He felt sweat rolling down his face, and then he jumped when he noticed Krissy was looking right at him.

They locked eyes. She was as composed on the outside as he was in disarray on the inside. She moved her finger in the shape of a wave and he understood immediately. He snuck over to the river and swore at himself for being so worthless under pressure that Krissy had to remember his own best tactic for him. Nobody was watching him as he waded in. He had to lean into the current and be careful with his footing to stay upright. Wyvern swam over and looked up at his trainer for instruction. A Seadra’s expression was always fixed in a glare, but Travis knew to pay attention to his body language instead. He could tell that Wyvern was eager to try something. He put his hand on his Pokémon’s back and whispered, “Big one. Just like we practiced.”

Wyvern spread his fins wide and Travis felt the pulsing veins beneath his thin exoskeleton. The blood flow was a little too forceful, so Travis rubbed the ridges of Wyvern’s spine slowly up and down until the pressure was perfect. Then the thrust of the river against Travis’s waist grew weaker, and Wyvern began to rise. The water was beginning to form into a mound beneath the Seadra’s fins. Wyvern’s power let only a little of the river move past him and let none of it spill over the sides, so the only way to go was up. Travis kept his hand where it was until the wave mounted so high that he could no longer reach. Where he stood the water was now only at his ankles, and in front of him was a translucent, billowing wall of it. He gazed up at Wyvern until he was fifteen feet above him. “Come on,” he whispered, “You can do it, Wyvern.”

Travis looked through the water and could just discern what was happening in the battle. The Grunt was still focused on his Golbat and had his back to Wyvern. The noise of four Pokémon fighting at once kept the adult from hearing the imminent attack. Travis hoped that Jason could keep a straight face. Then two critical events passed that Travis barely saw. Specs ran out of steam and fell to the ground, and the Ursaring finally landed a hit and followed it with one that was devastating. Travis saw red on Lucia’s side just before Jason and Krissy both recalled their partners. His chest constricted and everything slowed down as he realized this was the most important moment in any battle he would ever take part in. There was nothing standing between his friends and two hostile Pokémon, and a Rocket wouldn’t give his opponents time to send out replacements. Wyvern was their last shot. “Now! Use Surf!

The noise was deafening as the pent-up river reversed course and burst forward. A small amount of backwash was enough to knock Travis flat, so he had to imagine the look on the Grunt’s face as the deluge overtook him and his team. The boy scrambled to his feet again. There was a pain in the small of his back and cuts on his elbows, but he could ignore them. As the river began to return to its normal flow he saw the aftermath.

The Ursaring and his trainer were lying motionless on the ground, but the Golbat remained in the air and was dry. Jason and Krissy were over the moon cheering about the change of fortune. “Great job, you two!” yelled Jason. “We’ll take it from here!” He sent out Rabies while Krissy sent out Frostbite. The Sneasel had eyes for the flying-type right out of the gate and Travis could see her white breath.

“Cute,” spat the Grunt as he pulled out one more Pokéball. “Real cute.” Then a second Ursaring appeared, no different than the first one had been at the start of the fight. “Golbat, get that Seadra!”

Travis’s hands shook. Wyvern wasn’t in the river. He was lying off to the side in a patch of wet grass and mud. He managed to lift himself and balance on his tail, but in an instant the Golbat swooped in and knocked him down again with concussive force. Travis stumbled in desperation to the riverbank.

When he was out of the water the situation had only grown worse. The Ursaring was plainly trying to go straight after Jason and Krissy, and it was all Rabies and Frostbite could do to hold him back. A massive Flamethrower attack was only enough to slow him down. Far away from them the Golbat had Wyvern pinned down and was sinking its fangs into his back. “Wyvern!” Travis meant to say something closer to ‘hold on,’ but the idea was too complicated for his brain to handle in his panic. He sprinted toward them and fumbled for Wyvern’s ball, but his soaked clothes slowed him down.

Travis was three steps away from being in range to withdraw his beaten Pokémon when the Grunt called out a new order: “Supersonic!”

Travis stuck out the ball, and the Golbat pulled its head up. Just before Travis could press the switch, the inside of his head was hit with the sound of a dozen ringing bells. His vision split in two and it felt like the din would shatter his skull. He groaned in pain and felt the ball slip away from his fingers. His legs fell out from beneath him and he saw a different scene through each eye. On one side the Golbat had lifted off again from Wyvern, and on the other the blurred outline of the Grunt was facing them. The Grunt threw something. It looked like a black ball. Travis understood none of it and then everything went dark.

The darkness lasted for more than a moment but less than minute as Travis was jarred from his stupor by a noise that was supposed to be reserved for nightmares. It was the crack of falling trees alongside a roar that made the earth shudder. Travis’s sight came together again and he saw what looked like a green mountain with claws and fangs crashing through the edge of the woods: a Tyranitar. He couldn’t believe that he was truly awake, and he was struck dumb. Travis had never so much as met anyone who claimed to have known anyone who had seen a Tyranitar.

To his immense relief the towering monster ignored his friends and ran headlong at the Ursaring. He could hear the sound of breaking bones in the collision. The Ursaring fell in a heap, and the Tyranitar raised its stone foot and stomped its opponent inches deeper into the mud. The Grunt cried out in panic as did Jason and Krissy. Out of the corner of his eye Travis saw the Golbat fly away over the river, perhaps never to be seen again. With no one else around except the beaten and the weak, the Tyranitar yelled at the sky.

A man’s voice came barking out from the trees: “You, Rocket, start running! Turn around and you’re dead!”

The Grunt dropped everything and fled. For a fleeting instant, Travis thought they were saved. But then he remembered Wyvern.

Travis’s head was splitting in pain when he looked again to where Wyvern should have been lying on the ground. He wasn’t there. In his place was a black Pokéball with a red ‘R’ on its front. The tears were already in his eyes and unintelligible babble poured from his mouth as he crawled over to the ball. His trembling fingers barely managed to pick it up and his worst, deepest fear came true as he pressed the button over and over with no response.

“No. No. Open up, open up, open up! Wyvern! Wyvern!

He screamed. He screamed so hard that it tore at his throat and left him gasping for air.

The new man was yelling again, but it barely reached Travis’s ears. “You little goddamn morons! I told you to be careful!

Soon a pair of hands grabbed Travis by the shoulders. “Travis. Hey, Travis.” The hands turned him around and he saw Derek’s scowling face, but all Travis could do was choke and sob. Then Derek said, “Get it together. We’re leaving. Come on!”

Derek hoisted him up and started dragging him away. “Use your legs. We’re going to fix this.”

Travis didn’t try to keep up, but Derek didn’t let go and forced him along anyway. “You two, get all that Rocket’s stuff! Move it!

All the Pokémon present were returned to their balls. Jason and Krissy handled their own and the two fallen Ursaring in stunned silence, and Derek himself recalled the Tyranitar. Travis lost track for a while after that. Someone else must have grabbed his bag, because when they reached the pickup truck back at the main trail all he had on him was Wyvern’s new ball.


It was getting dark. Travis was sitting hunched over in the back seat of the pickup truck. His eyes had dried out but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He cradled the ball and pressed the release switch, but nothing happened. Jason was on his right, Krissy was on his left, and they each had a hand on his back. Derek was driving with one eye on the road and the other on his cell phone.

“You’re not supposed to text and drive,” said Jason in a small voice.

Derek’s voice was not small. “You know what else you’re not supposed to do, Jason? You’re not supposed to go picking fights with violent criminals twice your size and smarts, but you couldn’t even make it a damn week after talking to Jen. Unbelievable. And just imagine what would’ve happened if I showed up two minutes later than I did. Two minutes!”

Those were the first words Derek had spoken since they’d started driving. He closed his phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat. “I just texted Hanna. We’re going to meet her at Bill’s place outside Cerulean.”

Travis had often thought about going to Cerulean City someday. There were both rivers and an ocean near there. It would have been heaven for Wyvern. He pressed the release switch again, and still nothing happened.

“Can she help?” asked Krissy.

“Maybe. She might be able to figure out that thing’s lock mechanism in the lab. I don’t know.”

That meant she couldn’t, Travis knew. An adult’s ‘maybe’ never meant the answer you wanted it to. Travis took no comfort from Derek’s pathetic attempt at making him feel better. Only one thing could possibly do that, so he pressed the switch again even though he knew nothing would happen.

“Before any of you ask,” said Derek, “I was out there for work. It’s government work. And if you tell anyone they’re going to throw you in juvie till you’re old enough for real prison. Is that clear?”

Jason and Krissy both answered “Yes,” in defeated tones, but Travis remained silent. He didn’t know or care whether Derek was lying about the jail part. Why would he tell anyone anyway about Derek’s job, whatever it was? What could it possibly matter? He pressed the switch again.

“Travis.” Derek had taken some of the edge out of his voice. “I don’t think Wyvern’s in pain. I don’t know if the Rockets did anything weird to that ball, but most scientists say that Pokémon are basically in stasis when they’re inside any ball. Hanna and Bill might be able to figure it out. It’s complicated, but he should be fine. Probably.”

Travis wanted to tell him to shut up. Derek was worse at trying to console people than anyone he’d ever met. Besides, what made Derek think he needed the attention? Travis hadn’t spent most of his life convincing everyone else of his own toughness just to get pity thrown at him. They all needed to talk to Wyvern instead. Despite appearances, Wyvern was still a baby on the inside. He was the one who was cold, lonely, and frightened, maybe forever. As Travis’s eyes grew wet again, he pressed the ball’s switch one more time and wondered if a Pokémon could sense an apology through the shell.


Next time: Hanna takes over for Chapter 4, and finds her knowledge put to the test.
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I admit at the part where Travis held back from telling Jason he should take Krissy's strategy seriously, I thought the same heh. Looks like the battle the kids had with that Grunt wasn't a walk in the park as they thought, and poor Travis being devastated over what happened to his Seadra. Looks like not only we'll get to see Hanna next chapter but Bill also, should be fun.


It's "I Come Anon"
[Quick reply to Bay's comments in the spoiler tags (not a spoiler, just saving space):
Poor Travis, indeed. Years ago I envisioned some of these characters as existing to have bad stuff happen to them. I'm not going to say whether that's changed yet.
Thanks for reading!]

Chapter 4

Hanna Maris had just woken up. She was lying on an exceptionally comfortable couch in a spacious basement, the corners of which were stacked high with technical manuals and miscellaneous electronic equipment. This was not Hanna’s home, but it was fairly close. It was the sea cottage and laboratory of her employer, intellectual colleague, and friend Bill. The house only had one bedroom, but the well-furnished basement was always available for those who found themselves working at odd hours. On average Hanna slept down here 3.2 nights out of the week.

She checked her phone and saw that it was 5:30. This meant she was still short on sleep but just in time to see the sun rise over the ocean. While she was looking at her phone, she scanned through her last text conversation from the evening before. Derek had informed her in discrete fashion that he’d acquired ‘some stuff’ for her to check out, and they’d arranged that he’d drop it off in person sometime this morning. She had finished the conversation with the following message: ‘gr8, see u then!’ She had almost sent ‘gr8, see you then! <3’ but barely decided against it. As fun as Derek was to tease, she’d put him through the ringer enough for one month. This was a person who twitched when you asked him how his day was going, after all.

Hanna smiled. She got up, stretched, and ran her fingers through her hair as if that would make it more presentable. After she climbed the stairs to the small kitchen, she saw that Bill had already made a pot of coffee. She helped herself to a cup and took it with her through the small sitting room and out to the wide front porch. It was still dim out and there was a blue cast over everything. Bill’s house was built on the last solid hill before the land fell away to the sands on the shore. The salt breeze settled on Hanna’s tongue and gave her coffee the exact taste she was now used to.

“Morning.” Bill was sitting in his favorite chair and had his eyes on the horizon and its rich colors.

“Morning, Professor.”

“FYI, I’m still not a professor.”

Hanna knew, and she knew Bill knew she knew. It had been fifteen years since she’d made the honest mistake of referring to him as a professor, and she wasn’t about to reverse course now. Besides, she adored the way he sucked in his teeth oh so slightly in resigned annoyance when she called him that. “You taking the day off?” she asked him.

“Yeah. I figure I owe myself a Saturday now and then. Everyone else go home last night?”

“Mm-hmm. Mind if I use the lab for a side-project today?” Bill’s cottage was roughly fifty percent lab and thirty percent basement. Hanna wished every house were like that.

“It’s all yours. This for that friend you mentioned?”

“Yup, Jen’s brother. You met him when we were kids, I think. He should be here in a few hours.”

By ‘when we were kids,’ Hanna meant when she and Jen were kids, Derek was a late teen, and Bill was in his early twenties. Now she was twenty-nine, he was thirty-nine, and his hair still had perfect curls. There was something cosmically unjust about that, but she forgave the heavens for it. Speaking of which, the sun was just now poking its head over the water. Hanna took the seat next to Bill’s and soaked it in. She had a good thing going with this job, and she meant to keep it that way as long as she could.

A few minutes later the sun was in full view and putting space between itself and the sea, and it was then that they heard a vehicle driving up from the inland road.

“Guess your friend’s early.”

“Guess so.” Hanna now felt a bit silly for assuming that Derek wouldn’t be in such a rush. She had meant to at least shower before he came, but there was nothing to do about that now. Without thinking she ran her fingers through her hair again.

“Relax, you look fine.”

“Hush, you.”

Hanna downed the rest of her coffee and headed for the driveway. She saw a dull-red pickup truck coming around the bend. At that moment a familiar voice popped into her head. ‘Derek here.’

‘I know, girl.’

The voice was Marie’s. Specifically, it was the voice that she had imagined Marie would have back when she was a kid and Marie was a Kadabra, only now she heard it without pretending and it truly belonged to Marie. She could even hear it through the Pokéball she kept on her belt, which put a hole in the prevailing theory that Pokémon were in stasis while inside their balls. Or perhaps it indicated an exception based on the particular species. This was one of several Pokéball-related research topics that she explored in her spare time. She was mulling over the possibility of writing a thesis on the matter someday when Marie spoke up again. ‘Rabies here too.’


If Rabies was here, then presumably Jason was here as well, and presumably Jason was here with Derek. Hanna suddenly felt an uneasiness in her stomach. Part of her was irritated at Marie for not allowing her ten more seconds of believing she was in for a good day, but she knew it was best to be as well informed as possible. Even if it was the tiniest advance warning, it was best to know that bad news was coming.

The truck pulled up in front of her. Derek opened his door and stepped down in a huff, and Hanna could see the three kids keeping still in the back. She wondered how early they had woken up this morning to get here so quickly. Before she could say anything, Derek addressed his passengers. “Get out.”

Jason and Krissy obliged with hesitation, but Travis stayed where he was.


Hanna didn’t approve of Derek’s tone, even if it did get Travis to move. The boy looked sick and exhausted. Without a word, he plodded over to her and handed her a black, custom Pokéball whose manufacturer went without saying. Once again, Derek spoke up before she could find any appropriate words. “I’ll explain inside.”

Derek hurried the silent kids along as Hanna led the way to the porch, where Bill was now standing up to greet them. Hanna had the feeling she’d need to recruit his help for this one.


The most prized piece of equipment in Bill’s lab was arguably the quantum scanner. It was one of only a handful in the world that could provide a real-time, 3D image of the inside of a closed Pokéball. Unlike a normal X-ray, this machine could analyze the sea of quantum information contained within and derive the state of its alternate spacetime. It was of exceptionally fine build to boot, and on the rare occasions when it didn’t work a simple reboot and quick recalibration was always enough to resolve the issue. Except for today. After four tries the display still showed nothing but static.

Bill clicked his tongue. “Well, this is embarrassing.” He had led the scanner’s design team years ago.

“I don’t think it’s the machine,” said Hanna.

Derek was sitting away from the action on a stool with his arms crossed. “You mean a malfunction in the ball?”

Hanna shivered. If that were the case, it would probably mean that Travis’s Seadra was dead. Annihilated. Broken up on a molecular level into a soup of meaningless quantum noise. She was relieved that the kids weren’t around to hear Derek say that. She replied, “Not necessarily. It might have a difference in design that makes our scanner incompatible.”

“Only one way to find out,” said Bill. He tapped away at the console and turned off the scanner’s quantum features so they could analyze the circuitry and construction of the ball itself. The machine whirred to life again and one minute later they had a set of schematics on the lab’s large main screen. There were wire-renderings of sixteen concentric spheres, each of which was in fact a dense circuit board. After a few more seconds of processing, the spheres were unfolded, flattened, and spread apart to make had a more legible representation.

Bill put his fingers to his lips. “Huh.”

“Anything stick out about it?” asked Derek.

Hanna answered him. “It’s the number of spheres. A normal Pokéball has four and even an Ultra Ball only has eight. Sixteen is unheard of. That doesn’t necessarily mean it’s better at catching, but it does mean it’s either doing a lot more processing than we’re used to, or the designers wanted it to be especially hard to reverse-engineer.”

Derek’s expression grew harder and harder as Hanna gave her explanation. ‘Help read Derek,’ came Marie’s voice, but Hanna turned her down. She wanted to save Marie’s energy for more pressing brainwork, and besides that she didn’t need help to tell what Derek was thinking in this case. The Rockets’ scientists had obviously put AAA work into this into these new balls, and the police’s own scientists were AA at best. She knew it and Derek knew it.

More importantly, she knew that Derek would never deliver any information they uncovered here to his employer. That would lead to questions about where he had gotten the analysis, then (correct) accusations of mishandling evidence, and then, she assumed, dismissal. She decided that if Derek behaved himself she’d ask Bill to share their findings with the police directly and without mentioning Derek’s role. It would take forever to get their scientists to listen and the exchange would probably be one-sided, but what could they do?

Bill laid out the plan of attack. “First thing we want to do is identify any novel components. There may also be traditional components split up and spread across different boards to throw us off track, so keep that in mind. Let me know right away if you can’t tell what something does.”

“Roger.” As Bill sent a copy of the schematics to Hanna’s workstation, she let Marie out of her ball. The Alakazam stretched her limbs and let out a deep growl. She wasn’t young anymore and thus prone to cramping up when she fully engaged her brain without easing into it. Slowly Hanna’s peripheral vision was filled with a blue glow as her partner began to share more space inside her head.

Then Hanna heard a faint mumble that started just inside her ear and moved behind her lips that had the tenor of Derek’s voice. She could tell he was thinking something along the lines of ‘We need someone who can do that.’ She had half a mind to tell Derek that if the police wanted someone who could borrow an Alakazam’s processing power, that someone had better start now with an Abra and train very closely with it for at least ten years. But she didn’t want him to know she had ‘overheard’ him, and instead sent Marie the message to stop eavesdropping and focus on the task at hand.

Under Hanna’s direction, the pair entered a rhythm. Hanna would focus on a chip, and Marie would highlight in her mind’s eye all the components it was connected to. Hanna would try to guess its probable purpose by the pin mapping, and if she couldn’t do so immediately Marie would help her file through her own memories in case she was forgetting something. Every few minutes she’d consult Bill, and each time it would turn out to be an ordinary chip divided into counterintuitive parts and obfuscated by redundant or irrelevant operations. It was proving just as tedious and frustrating to decipher as the Rockets must have intended, but with Marie’s help Hanna could go at it like this for hours and hours without her mind so much as wandering once.

So sure enough and before she knew it, Marie declared, ‘You hungry.’

All of a sudden she felt how empty her stomach was. She looked in the corner of her screen. Dinnertime. That was a little scary. “Hey Bill, you want to take a break?”

“Hmm?” Apparently the thought hadn’t occurred to Bill either. They were awfully compatible in this way. “Oh shoot, look at that. Good catch.”

Hanna returned Marie to her ball and silently instructed her not to let her massive brain overheat. Then she turned around and was a little surprised to find Derek sitting on the same stool with his arms still crossed. She asked him, “Have you been there the whole time?”

“No. I left around noon to make sure Travis ate lunch. Came back at quarter to one. What’s our status? I can’t follow half of what you’ve been saying.”

It was one thing to be able to sit for hours while mentally occupied, but Hanna found the thought of someone being able to stay in place for that long in mere boredom disturbing. She hoped he had at least done a crossword or something while she wasn’t looking. “We’ve gone through about two-thirds of the circuits. Still haven’t found out why we can’t scan Wyvern, though, and we don’t know which component is locking the release switch either.”

“I care more about the lock.”

“I’d be inclined to agree,” said Bill, “but it may take a long time to figure out how to pick it or bypass it. We wouldn’t need to worry about the lock if we had a perfect quantum scan. Then our own tools and programs would be able to handle the extraction and the ball’s opening mechanism wouldn’t matter.”

“We need one or the other,” said Hanna, “and it’s hard to guess which way would be faster.”

“I think I follow.” Derek stood up. “What do you guys want for dinner?”


Hanna was chopping vegetables for a stir-fry while Derek mixed the sauce. It was nice of him to offer to cook alone so she and Bill could relax, but Hanna was hungry enough to prefer that things go faster. Over at the kitchen table Bill was talking to their three young guests about their teams and their journey so far, as he did with each trainer who came to visit.

Jason was doing most of the telling. “And that was in late March. A few weeks later was when we started to… um…” he trailed off.

“That was when you decided to make a difference, right?”

“…Yeah. The first Grunt was easy. He had a Raticate and that was it. He ran away before we could get him to give back anything he stole.”

Hanna looked over her shoulder. None of them were facing Bill directly, and Travis was staring out the window at the sea. Poor kids. It must have felt like an interrogation to them, especially if they didn’t know Bill.

Krissy spoke up next. “We’re sorry to trouble you like this.”

Bill waved his hand. “Hey, no. You haven’t troubled us at all. The thieves are the trouble, got that? This is their fault and no one else’s.”

A mumble from Derek made its way into Hanna’s brain again with Marie’s help. She wasn’t sure, but she got the idea that he wanted to add something to the conversation. She glanced over at him and saw that tension in his hands and that jumpiness in his eyes that she hated to see so much. The mumble grew louder, and the impression she got was this: ‘Don’t reinforce their behavior. They could have avoided this. We weren’t hard enough on them.’ But he didn’t say anything out loud. Something was keeping his mouth closed, and she had a good guess of what it was.

He was acting the same way as when they’d first met. That was back on Jen’s first day as a trainer. He had been playing chaperone to her and trying to catch her a starting Pokémon when Hanna ran into them by chance. Jen had talked up a storm and asked her a million questions, while he had said maybe three words to her. ‘That’s my big brother over there. He’s different, but he’s not as bad he looks!’ Hanna agreed that ‘different’ was the word for a sixteen-year-old who was scared to talk to a twelve-year-old lest some random preteen think he was stupid or weird. And now she wanted to tell him to just let it out and not worry about what Bill would think of him.

She realized she was digging into personal parts of Derek’s brain, and once again told Marie to stop eavesdropping for her.

‘You want listen Derek head. Always. I know.’

‘Don’t go do something just because I want it. Do what I say instead, please.’

‘Derek right. Their fault, our fault too. You me fault. Very.’

Hanna bit her lip. She’d gone almost the entire day without reminding herself of the portion of the blame that was unique to her and Marie. ‘This isn’t the right time to think about that. Could you blot that thought out for now, please? We have to focus on freeing Wyvern.’

‘Okay. But I bring back later. You me fault. Very.’

There was a buzzing noise, and Hanna zoned out for a second and tried to remember what she had been thinking about. Then it occurred to her: chopping vegetables. They had to get this dinner ready so they could get back to work. “How’s it going over there? I’ve only got the carrots left.”

Derek had just finished marinating the chicken. “I’m going to put on the rice and then I’ll be ready for the vegetables.”


Hanna gathered up the used plates from their delicious meal while Derek scrubbed the pans. Then she blinked and wondered why she had just skipped ahead forty-five minutes. She was reasonably sure they had eaten dinner and that the conversation had gone without incident. The most probable situation was that she had asked Marie to suppress a thought for some reason, and a portion of her short-term memory had taken collateral damage. This was prone to happen when she asked Marie to perform this favor too many times in a row. She made a mental note to avoid any more suppression for the rest of the day, whatever it was she didn’t want to think about.

“You okay?” asked Derek. “You look woozy.”

Hanna snapped out of it. “Yeah. Long day, you know.”


She brought the dishes over to the sink and then looked out the window. The kids were on the beach. One of the boys, she thought it was Travis, was in the water. She supposed that was a good sign. “You know, if you were bored watching me and Bill work earlier you can go play with the kids instead. Or just keep an eye on them, whatever.”

Derek peeked out the window but only for a moment. “They’re not going anywhere. Not as long as Wyvern’s still trapped.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I was only thinking it might make them feel better.”

Derek looked at her in a way that said, ‘Oh, really?’ Maybe he was right. But she didn’t think he had to be right if he didn’t want to.

Bill came in through the side door. “You guys can leave that stuff for tomorrow. Let’s get back to it.”

There was no argument, and they returned to the lab. Derek went straight to his stool and took up the same position he had held for hours before. While they waited for the machines to boot up again, Hanna decided she had to engage him somehow or it would drive her nuts knowing how bored he must be. “You have any thoughts on this?”

“What? No, no, I really don’t know a thing about this stuff.” There was that jumpiness in his eyes again.

“I’m not asking you solve it for us. Anything can help, even a question. We might not have thought to ask it ourselves.”

Derek stared into space, and Hanna gave him time. “Well, one thing occurred to me. It might be wrong, or maybe nothing. One of Team Rocket’s problems—I’ve heard that one of Team Rocket’s internal problems is that a lot of their Grunts keep some of the Pokémon they steal for themselves, usually to sell without giving their bosses a cut. So I don’t think this ball of theirs is just designed to keep us out, it’s also meant to keep the Grunts from doing anything with them after they’ve stolen a Pokémon.”

This grabbed Bill’s attention. Hanna noticed Derek fidget in place before he continued. “So if I were one of the execs, I’d order the scientists to make it so there’s no way to get the Pokémon out without bringing the ball to HQ. And if they have their own custom extraction tools at HQ, their best op-sec would be to have a ball with no re-opening or self-extraction mechanisms at all.”

He swallowed and rubbed his forehead. “So… So I think you guys haven’t found the lock because there isn’t even a door anymore. It probably has no functionality for letting a captured Pokémon out.”

Hanna couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it herself, and Bill was visibly ecstatic. He clapped his hands together and said, “That’s it! I bet that’s it! Oh, we might have wasted days on that rabbit-hole. See, Hanna, this is what I’m always talking about with reverse-engineering: start with the use-cases! Always easier to begin with what they’re doing than how they’re doing it. We’ll focus on getting the scan, then. Thanks, Derek!”

Derek stared at the floor. “You’re welcome.”

While Bill dove right back into the work with renewed vigor, Hanna walked over to Derek and whispered in his ear. “Maybe this is a lesson for your employers about the importance of collaboration? That they might get their best results if we actually share our findings?”

Derek whispered back, “Look, I know you’re right, but they won’t care. I’m not going to lose my job trying to explain it to them.”

Hanna returned to her desk without another word and wondered if Derek really knew how right she was.


It was one in the morning, and they had gotten much farther than Hanna thought they would. That one insight had made so much of it fall into place. Marie sat on the floor with a yawn and closed her eyes. “Do you want back in?” Hanna asked aloud. Marie nodded, and Hanna recalled her.

“I think we’ve hit a good stopping point,” said Bill.

“Mind giving me an update?” asked Derek.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to say goodnight, so that’s up to Hanna.”

“I don’t mind. Night, Bill.”

Bill gave them a wave as he exited the room and left them to it. Hanna pulled her chair over to Derek’s and she showed him the schematics on her laptop. “We’ve all but confirmed that your guess about the ball having no self-extraction feature is correct: the release switch connects to an isolated circuit that does nothing. As for these three layers over here, we don’t have specifics but the way they’re wired suggests they have something to do with behavior modification in the Pokémon.”

“It’s probably an aggression booster. They have a history of using testosterone and amphetamines on Pokémon. You’ll want to scan for other chemicals in the apricorn cartridges.” said Derek.

“I’ll make a note of that. Now over here is one of the more unusual features. It’s a miniaturized version of the hardware we use in the PC Storage System to release Pokémon to the wild. Basically it takes the unique quantum matrix encoding applied to a caught Pokémon which prevents other Pokéballs from catching it and resets it. Make sense?”

“You lost me at ‘quantum,’ but sure.”

“I’ll try to explain the rest in traditional terms, then.” She frowned. This next part was going to be unpleasant. “Spread across the four innermost layers are the components that are keeping us from getting a scan of Wyvern. Do you know much about public-key/private-key cryptography?”

“I recognize the phrase.”

“The main idea is that you have one key to encrypt the data, and another to decrypt it. The person writing the message encrypts with the public key, and the person reading it decrypts with the private key. You can’t use the public key to decrypt its own message.”

“By ‘data’ here you mean ‘Pokémon?’”

“Yes. Usually that quantum matrix I mentioned is simple enough that the PC can decode the Pokémon inside the ball without trouble. In this case though the ball uses an encrypted matrix, meaning we can’t read what’s inside without the right key. The ball itself holds the public key to capture and encrypt, but not the private key.”

Derek sighed. “And the Rocket execs are probably the only ones who have the private key.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Is there any way we can guess the private key through brute force, like by trying all of them? Or, I don’t know, work backwards through the part that does the encrypting?”

Hanna couldn’t blame Derek for trying, but she also couldn’t hold back a hollow laugh. “It’d take a decade to brute force it. And as for working backwards, if I could prove that’s even possible the proof would be worth a hundred million Pokéyen, easy.”

Derek rubbed his eyes. “So it’s the execs or nothing. We’re stuck.”

Hanna agreed that she and Bill at least were stuck. When it came to Team Rocket itself, that was Derek’s turf. “Maybe it’s time to hand the ball over to the police? I’m sure Bill won’t mind giving them all the info we’ve got, and we won’t use your name.”

“It won’t help Travis any. Not even if you share all your data. They’ve never managed to touch a Rocket Executive before, and they’re not going to ramp things up over this. Not with the guys we have in charge now. It’ll take them years.”

The lines on Derek’s face looked thicker than ever. She had to wonder if he was going to be dead by sixty at this rate, and it made her sad.

They sat for a minute in contemplation. Then Derek sighed and said, “Thanks for doing this, Hanna.”

“It’s the least I could do, and don’t forget to thank Bill. I just wish—”

At that moment Marie set off something like an alarm bell in Hanna’s head. It went, ‘You fault! Me fault! You fault! Me fault!’ She remembered now. This was what she’d been trying to avoid all day. She put a hand to her forehead and let Marie know that she got the message.

“—Derek. I need to apologize.”

“Don’t. Jen and I couldn’t talk them out of it either.”

“No, you don’t understand. I knew they were lying.”

He twitched. “Excuse me?”

“They told us they gave up. I didn’t believe them so I had Marie poke around in Jason’s head and I saw there was a 95% chance that he wasn’t telling the truth.”

Derek’s eyes grew wider and he opened his mouth, but no words came out right away. Hanna had been dreading this. “Why didn’t you call him out!”

“Let me explain. If I pushed him he was just going to dig in and then we’d have had no choice but to lock them up or tell their parents. But I also saw that we’d gotten through to them about how dangerous it was. He was feeling more cautious than before, and Marie felt the odds were five-in-six that he’d get cold feet and quit before they did anything stupid.”

“I don’t believe this! You let them go, knowing they were lying, because your Pokémon said they might be fine anyway? That’s insane!”

Even if Derek was a basket-case himself, it did make her sound insane when he put it that way. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I thought the odds were good enough.”

“You blew it, then. And I blew it. I should have called Jason’s mom the minute I found out; saved Travis the heartbreak.”

Hanna still wasn’t convinced of that. Was the risk really so high that it would have been better to pull the plug from the beginning? “If you’d done that you’d be kicking yourself for not giving them a chance. If we get their licenses taken away there’s no fixing that until they’re adults, and by then they’ve missed their only opportunity to be kids. We can still salvage things as they are now.”

Derek put his face in his hands. “‘Not giving them a chance,’ huh? Like a five-in-six chance? Do you realize how much you had riding on not rolling a one?”

“They’re not helpless. You have to cut that one in six down again because they might have won their next fight. From what you told me this guy they ran into was better than most Grunts. We still had time to get them to quit for good.”

“You’re talking like a kid trainer, now. They all think they’re invincible. You and Jen especially did.”

Marie reached up into Hanna’s brain again and brought a mutter from Derek with her. ‘Are you still a little kid in there, Hanna? Do you still think a smart girl with the right Pokémon is safe from anything and everything?’ Hanna wasn’t going to answer this question unless Derek asked it himself. And if he did ask, she was going to ask him if he was still that pathetic little boy who quit his journey after only three years because he was convinced everything was going to kill him.

‘Do you know it was almost a relief to learn you were a cop? If only because it meant you must have outgrown your crippling fear of anything remotely dangerous? Sorry, but I think kid-me was more right than kid-you.’

‘I read Derek more now. Tell you if kid-Derek in there.’

‘No thank you, Marie.’

Before Hanna thought of what to say next, the fire went out of Derek’s eyes and he spoke again. “Sorry. It’s not my place to second-guess you when all I could do was pass the buck.” He stood up. “Let’s figure out what to do in the morning. Jason said they wanted to sleep outside, right?”

That must have been during the gap in Hanna’s memory that evening. But now that he mentioned it, she seemed to recall that Travis said he preferred the salt-air to the indoors. “Yeah. We don’t have to join them, though. There’s more than one couch in the basement.”

“That sounds nicer.”


Travis was standing just outside the lab door. He should have known better than to have hope, and now it was dashed. He had just heard Derek speak these words: “So it’s the execs or nothing. We’re stuck.” After Derek said that it would take the police “years,” Travis walked away toward nowhere in particular. He didn’t understand what a ‘private key’ was aside from that it was a computer thing, but everyone knew what a Rocket Executive was. That private key might as well have been on the moon.

He found himself in front of the screen door that led out to the porch. His entire body felt completely hollow except for his head, which was heavy. Jason and Krissy were sitting out there on the front steps, and he had to make a decision before he talked to them. It was already settled that he was going to find an Executive and get that key, no-hope be darned. But Jason and Krissy were another matter. Wyvern wasn’t their Pokémon. It was bad enough to put Leviathan in danger to save Wyvern, but it wasn’t his place to ask the same thing of his friends’ Pokémon. He wouldn’t even blame Jason and Krissy if they wanted to stay behind. They shouldn’t have to risk losing Rabies and Lucia forever over such a slim chance.

So that was that. He would tell them he why he was leaving, beg for whatever material aid they could give him first, and then say goodbye. He opened the door and approached them.

Jason got right to it. “You were listening to them, right?”

Travis nodded.

“What did they say?” asked Krissy.

Travis sat on the top step. He swallowed, and then explained everything as well as he could. There was so much that had gone straight over his head, but he got the essentials across. His friends were stunned. They sat in silence for a minute. The only sounds came from the flickering light above their heads and the waves off in the distance.

Travis knew he had to tell them about his plan before the night was over, and he almost started to but Jason was faster. “Travis, I know I can’t ask you to risk another Pokémon, but I want to save Wyvern.”

Krissy went next without a moment’s hesitation. “Me too. None of this was your idea. We owe it to you, and we’ll get that key for you.”

This was backwards. It was supposed to be his problem. What was he supposed to say when they flipped the script on him like this? His eyes had welled up far too many times during the last two days, and now it was happening again. “…It’s better odds with all three of us.”

There was a smile on Jason’s face for an instant, but it was gone when he asked, “You know they’re gonna tell on us this time, right?”

“I don’t care. If they tell the cops then we stay away from the cops. And anywhere they can track us, I guess.”

“No Pokécenters would be tough,” said Krissy. “But none of your parents know my parents. It might take them longer to put me on their list.”

“That’ll help,” said Jason. “So we leaving tonight or what? Let’s figure this out quick.”

Before they worked out the details, Travis said one last word to both of them. “Thanks.”


It was seven o’clock the following morning when Hanna stood outside the front door in a state of panic. Wyvern’s ball was gone and the kids were nowhere in sight. She jumped down from the porch and ran twenty yards out as if it would make a difference. “Jason!” No one answered her call.

She hadn’t seen the three children sneaking away several hours ago. She didn’t know about the footsteps on the beach that had been washed away by the tide, or that from there Jason had taken flight on his Noctowl while Krissy shared Travis’s Quagsire as they went south. She might have guessed that Travis was good enough of a swimmer that he only needed the Quagsire’s tail, but none of that mattered now. She knew that they were gone, and it was obvious why they had left.

She rushed back inside the cottage and found her laptop in the kitchen. If Jason’s cell phone was turned on and sending a signal, then she could still track him. She had told him back at Ecruteak that in order for her program to work on his phone again someone would have to call him again, but that was a lie. The map came up, but there was nothing. She swore and closed her laptop’s screen with too much force. Then she noticed the sheet of paper on the table behind it, next to which was a cell phone.

There were a few crudely written words on the page: ‘Nice try Sorry. Thx for everything, we’ll take it from here –Jason’ He hadn’t trusted her either, then. Her heart was pounding. It had been so long since a situation went this far out of her control. What was she going to tell Jen? Or Derek, for that matter?

She walked down the basement steps as quickly as she could bring herself to. Derek was still sound asleep, and she stood over him for longer than she thought was appropriate. It felt bad to wake someone up who looked like he’d never gotten a good night’s sleep in his life. It felt worse to tell the most neurotic person she knew that his cousin had run away to raid a den of thieves and cutthroats. She reached down to shake his shoulder and tried not to think about the miserable look that was surely going to be in his eyes in a matter of seconds.


Next time: In The New Recruit, we'll be stepping back just shy of fifteen years to see when Derek's career started going downhill. Spoiler alert, it was when they hired him.
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Oh hi there Bill. Interesting you have Bill not consider himself Professor since I read another fic that did that too, heh. The conversation between Hanna and Derek over her not stopping Jason was unsettling. And Derek having a fear that everything's out to get him huh? That's probably going to be expanded on The New Recruit, which I look forward to.


It's "I Come Anon"
[Quick reply to Bay's comments in the spoiler tags (not a spoiler, just saving space):
Are you sure that other fic wasn't mine? :P

I was hoping that parts of their conversation would be a little unsettling, so that's good. I'm curious to know which aspect(s) of it did you found unsettling to see if that lines up with my own thoughts.
Thanks for reading!]

The New Recruit

July, 2002

Derek Brooks was standing in an empty hallway at two in the morning at the Goldenrod City Police Academy. He verified that the hallway was indeed empty before entering a door labeled ‘Maintenance.’ He then walked past a series of pipes and supply shelves to a second door which was locked. Per the instructions he had received earlier that afternoon, he retrieved a key from underneath a bucket sitting in the corner and entered this door as well. Now he found himself at the top of a wide, dim shaft with a rusty spiral staircase leading down.

Early in his descent he made the mistake of looking between the steps. The sight of the drop made him freeze for a second and he felt a terrible pressure in his chest and bladder. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, reminded himself that if he fell and died of a broken neck at least he’d never have to fill out a financial disclosure form or attend a job interview again, and kept walking. His therapist had strongly advised against dwelling on the comforting finality of death as a way of coping with fear, but the way Derek saw it this strategy had done fine in getting him through basic training, which would have been unthinkable only a few years ago. You might never guess it by his face, but he was glad to be nineteen and therefore past the toughest parts of his life. He seriously, honestly believed this to be the case.

At the bottom of the stairs was a narrow hallway, and at the end of this was a third door. He swallowed, turned his expression completely neutral, and knocked.

“Come in.”

Inside was a small but much brighter room. The walls even had paint. There were two chairs, and sitting in one of them was the head of the academy, the Captain himself. Derek hadn’t anticipated this. “Sir.”

“Sit down, Brooks.”

Derek took the other chair. He was at risk of agonizing over why he had been summoned here and losing his composure, so he tried to empty his head.

“This is the most secure room we’ve got on campus,” said the Captain. “Pretty nice, eh?”

“Yes, sir.”

“One question before we begin, Brooks. What made you decide to join the force?”

‘I wanted to prove to my sister that I’m not a coward.’

“I wanted to do my part, sir.”

The Captain smiled. “Perfect. Just perfect. There’s absolutely nothing in your body language to suggest you’re bullsh*tting me. Does that come naturally or is it practice?”

“Practice, sir.”

“We’ll take it. Read this.”

The Captain handed Derek a manila envelope. Contained within was an official assignment form, the very sort that was on the mind of every recruit this time of year. At the top the words ‘COVER: LEVEL 3’ were printed in bold, red letters. Derek took a minute to read through the whole page. He was going to be an officer at cover-3 pretending to be an archivist at cover-2. That meant he would be allowed to tell people he worked for ‘the government,’ but that would be in reference to his fake job. Pretty complicated, he thought.

“Here’s the story, Brooks. The big brass see the writing on the wall with the situation in Celadon City. This so-called ‘Team Rocket’ has Celadon’s department so compromised it’s embarrassing. Our analysts think the Rockets are going to be all over Kanto in a few years, and then it’s only a matter of time until they reach Goldenrod. We’ll need officers who are isolated from the majority of the force and can act independently; they’ll be the ones who can carry out undercover operations without the danger of getting stabbed in the back. Make sense?”

‘This isn’t a tenable strategy. The risk of internal compromise doesn’t outweigh the importance of an officer having sufficient resources and support. The appropriate response to this risk is more pro-active detection of compromise rather than sacrificing overall effectiveness.’

“Yes, sir.” Derek didn’t dare express disagreement now, not when he was this close to securing an assignment. If he lost this assignment there was no guarantee that he’d get another position in the force, and then he’d have to apply for other jobs and that meant job interviews. He had to avoid that possibility at all costs.

“Good. Now let me explain our thinking with your cover story. The initial psychological profile we took of you wasn’t exactly pretty. There’s a strong correlation between officers with your personality and the ones who end up selling secrets to criminal organizations or foreign governments. Quiet, unhappy, unmotivated, jaded, and all that.”

Derek swallowed. He put every ounce of effort he had toward keeping a straight face.

The Captain continued. “But the deeper we’ve gone with your profile since then, the more we trust you. It’s been a long time since we’ve had someone with your tolerance for the physical challenges here, to say nothing of all the idiotic rules we throw at you kids. We can’t see you turning traitor out of something like frustration, but someone who doesn’t know you like we do would believe it in an instant. That’s exactly what we need. You’ll sell them fake secrets and bring their real secrets back to us.”

“Glad I can help, sir.”

“That’s a relief. I’m not going to lie—you’re missing out on a lot of the benefits of being an officer by going this deep undercover, but someone has to do it. Anyway, one last thing we need to discuss is your partner Pokémon.”

The Captain handed him another sheet of paper. At the top of this one was a picture and a species name that forced Derek’s eyebrows to jump up.

“Lucky you. You’re getting one of our secret weapons.”

Secret, indeed. Derek had never heard so much as a rumor that the police had any Larvitar in their possession. He had to wonder if there were members of the force who were walking around with fully-evolved Tyranitar right now. There was no envying whatever crooks ended up facing one of those.

The Captain elaborated. “These little bastards aren’t just hard to find—they’re hard to train. It doesn’t take as much skill as you’d think, but it’s taxing as all hell and it takes years of persistence. We think that plays to your strengths, and it helps that you won’t need it in an actual operation for several years anyway. When the Rockets get here, we expect you’ll be one of the first to reach their higher-ups, and if the opportunity presents itself there’s no chance they’ll have anything that can match a Tyranitar.”

‘That approach has a giant hole in it. A rock/dark-type like Tyranitar has too many weaknesses. A handful of inferior but well-trained Pokémon with the right types would hold the clear advantage. If the expectation is that I could handle this group’s best trainers, I need either a team of Pokémon or other officers working with me.’

“Sounds like a plan, sir.” Derek had no mind but to take what he was given and work with it. He knew that lobbying for anything else would be more than he could handle.

“Knew I could count on you, Brooks. You’ll be officially kicked out of the academy at 0800, and your first orders and badge will be handed to you on your way out. The orders will include where you’re to go to pick up your Larvitar along with your point-of-contact’s information. Your badge is only to be shown to anyone if doing so is essential for the completion of a mission, and your cover is active as soon as you leave this room.” The Captain extended his hand. “Congratulations, Cadet, you’ve graduated. Sorry you’ll have to miss the ceremony.”

Derek gave an adequate but less-than-fully-confident handshake. He was still working on that. “Not an issue, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“You’re dismissed. I’ll be five minutes behind you, and you’d better be back in the barracks by then.”

Derek saluted and walked out with no further ado. He made it ten steps before he began to hyperventilate and had to stop. He covered his mouth and tried to reassure himself. It was alright, it was going to get easier, he told himself over and over. He’d come this far, and he was sure that by the time the Rockets showed up he’d be an expert at talking to anyone. Soon he was under control again, and he hurried along.


With his uniform in the bag he carried over his shoulder, and the t-shirt he’d worn when he first applied on his back, Derek left the men’s barracks for the final time. Waiting for him just outside was one of his former fellow Cadets, Sheryl. She was quieter than average, and her expression gravitated heavily toward a neutral state like his own. It was for these reasons that he talked with her far more often than with the other Cadets.

“I just heard,” said Sheryl. “I’m sorry.”

The word going around was that Derek hadn’t made the cut. This provided him his first opportunity to act undercover, which had an undeniable subversive pleasure to it. “Just the way it goes.”

He started to walk past her toward the campus’s main gate, but she followed along. “A bunch of us were going to head into town for drinks later. To celebrate. If you don’t think it’d be awkward, I don’t think anyone’d mind if you came too.”

Derek felt some irritation. Typically when he and Sheryl talked they stuck to third-party topics. They would discuss books, movies, history, or just about anything besides themselves, what they’d been doing lately, or what they were going to do. She was one of the few people who seemed to get it, which made it all the more disappointing that she had to get all personal now at the end. “I’ll pass. It’s better if they can have an undiluted celebration.”

“Well, maybe just the two of us can go somewhere else, then. I’ll buy you a consolation round.”

“I don’t need any consolation.”

He sped up a little, but she matched his pace. “Okay. Then do you want to go get a drink for no reason?”

Derek rolled his eyes. Couldn’t she tell that would just lead to a long, torturous goodbye? Everything changed once you went out of your way to enter a purely social setting, and inevitably they’d have to talk about what he was going to do next, whether they’d stay in touch, how much they’d miss each other, and other matters that set him on edge. He couldn’t imagine she’d want to go through any of that either. He stopped in his tracks and spoke to her face-to-face. It was better to cut a rope with a sharp knife than to try to use your teeth.

“Look, we both know we’re not going to be seeing each other from now on, so why don’t we make this quick? Then I’ll be on my way and you can do whatever you want tonight instead.”

Sheryl didn’t say anything at first. Slowly her face changed from its natural, predictable state. Her mouth tightened, and for the first time Derek saw something in her eyes closer to pain than indifference. “You know what,” she said, “I’ve changed my mind. You’re not ‘quiet,’ or ‘different,’ or any of the other excuses I’ve made for you. You’re just an *sshole.”

She started to walk away but decided she wasn’t done yet. “That makes it official: everyone in the unit hates you. Lucky me, I got to be the last holdout. Have a nice life, jerk.”

Sheryl stormed off, leaving Derek taken by surprise. He felt bad, naturally, but not in a way that touched his innermost being. He had miscalculated, that was all. How was he supposed to know that she wanted a long goodbye, or perhaps no goodbye at all for some indefinite amount of time into the future? Neither of those options sat well with him, so this was an acceptable outcome. One more bridge burned meant one less person he had to worry about.

In his book, shallow friendships were like splinters. It was best to yank them out and deal with the harsh but fleeting pain rather than let them bother you little by little and incessantly for years. He wished he weren’t so afraid of pain, otherwise he could do the same with his family. If he could only cut ties with everyone he knew, or better yet life itself, surely he would finally be at peace. But that initial shock terrified him, and that genetic disease called empathy scared him away from leaving his mother and sister so devastated. He longed to be emotionally numb to the point where he could act as he thought.

Maybe being of this mindset when he wasn’t mentally ill or anything did make him an *sshole like Sheryl said, but so what? He wasn’t going to see her again.


August, 2002

Two weeks had passed, and Derek was sitting astern in a small sailboat on the open sea. It had one sail and a shallow, fiberglass hull. He had bought it a few years ago in order to get over his fear of large bodies of water. This morning he had taken it out of a storage unit in Olivine City, and his destination was one of the many minor islands on the outskirts of the Whirl Islands. It was there that he would find a carefully hidden package containing his new Larvitar’s Pokéball. It seemed reckless to him that his anonymous colleague in Cianwood could just leave a closed ball somewhere with only the trust that someone would pick it up, but such was the price of secrecy and security.

An added benefit from his colleague’s particular choice of secluded location was that it was a beautiful day. It was sunny but there was still plenty of wind. The water was at the perfect temperature, which he was reminded of when the boat hit a wave and took some spray to the face.

“Hey Derek, what’s with all the turbulence? I thought you were supposed to be good at this.”

That was Jen. It was bad enough that his sister didn’t know how to keep still in a boat, but when she got mouthy was where he drew the line. “Keep it up and the ride isn’t going to be free anymore.”

Derek was sharing the boat with two girls who comprised, if he was honest, most of the friends he had left. He had meant to spend the day by himself, but while he had been getting ready to depart from Olivine he’d heard two characteristically shrill shouts of his name from way down the pier. So now he was letting them tag along for a while in part because they turned him into a pushover and also because he had to get used to doing his work in plain sight.

The other girl was Hanna, who was respectful enough not to complain about his piloting when she took a mouthful of saltwater. She spat over the side and went back to gazing at the clouds. Hanna was usually quieter than Jen, but only in the sense that almost everyone was quieter than Jen. Today she seemed less talkative than even the average person, though. As he recalled she had turned fifteen recently and was planning on ending her journey soon. She was probably wondering about what came next; he had been there once and understood if that was the case.

The leg of the trip that the girls were present for lasted a few hours. When Jen would lean too far over the wrong side he would lean even further off of his to keep the sail balanced. He wondered if he could conscript Hanna as first mate so she could help him throw Jen overboard.

At one point the conversation turned to the matter of his job. He hadn’t made it a secret that he was here for business rather than for fun, which was consistent with cover-level 2, which was what he was pretending to be as part of being in cover-level 3. He was sure he’d get the hang of this eventually.

“Come on,” whined Jen, “Tell me what your new job is!”

“Sorry, can’t.”

“I won’t tell anyone!”

“That’s what I said when I signed the non-disclosure agreement.”

“Teeellllll meeeeee…”

As obnoxious as Jen was being, Derek was starting to see one of the perks of having an undercover position. He now had an easy, contractually-obligated dodge for basically any question about what he’d been up to lately. This was going to make family conversations so much easier.

“Can’t you at least tell me what kind of stuff you do? Or how it’s going?”


“I bet you’re making this up! You’re probably a hobo or something!”

“Think whatever you want.”

He could play this game for hours, it was so simple. Suddenly though it occurred to him that only two weeks ago he had thought about suicide just so he wouldn’t have to deal with Jen or anyone needling him about how his life was going. That was so awful of him, he now realized. It was possible that his screw-up with the Sheryl situation had hit him harder than he thought. That was all behind him, though.

It was around noon when Jen picked out an island and Derek sailed them right up to the beach to drop them off. One of his favorite things about small boats was that they didn’t always need a harbor. Jen jumped out and into the shallows with gusto, thereby rocking them around too much for probably the last time that day.

“Just checking again, you guys are good to get yourselves back to the mainland, right?”


Hanna debarked with a level of care that Derek appreciated. “We’ve got it.”

So that was that. Derek had filled out his act-like-a-decent-human-being quota for the day, so he started to push his craft out to sea again.

“Hey, thanks,” said Hanna just before he climbed back in.

“You’re welcome.” She was a good kid. If only she would rub off on Jen a little more, he thought.


It was one hour later when Derek made landfall on one of the smallest, most distant, and more importantly most overlooked islands in the chain. He pulled the boat further up from the water, collapsed the mast, and dropped the anchor on the beach just in case the tide reached the boat again before he did. He took a look around. Much of the island was rocky, and the only trace of another living thing was a set of Krabby footprints. He was mercifully, wonderfully alone.

His new job was making a stellar first impression on him. He didn’t expect that he’d get many chances in the future to show up to work in trunks and water shoes at a beach all to himself, so he took a moment to soak it all in before checking his map to find the drop site. It was at the base of a nearby rock formation, and despite the specificity of the description it took Derek a minute to find the box. It was camouflaged perfectly and hidden under a group of stones that any passerby would have looked right past. Inside the dull-grey box was a single Pokéball and a note that read, ‘Have fun.’

Derek put the note and the box in his backpack and set it aside. He deliberated a few seconds more before opening the ball. It had been a good while since he’d released his last Pokémon to the wild, so it was possible he was rusty at training by now. He went over the basics in his head, and decided it would be best to come across as firm but friendly to Larvitar. “Here goes.”

He tossed the ball a few feet in front of him and there in a flash appeared his new Pokémon. The pictures he’d seen didn’t do justice to the coarse, stony texture of Larvitar’s green skin. It stood at about two and a half feet including the thin, rounded spike on its head, which was taller than he had expected. Its eyes were sharp and focused.

“Hey there, little guy. We’re going to be working together from now on. My name’s—AAAGH!

Derek jerked his head to the side mid-sentence so as to prevent the leaping Pokémon’s spike from plowing into his eyeball. The result was that only the side of Larvitar’s skull made contact and he escaped with a mere black eye. It was difficult to take consolation in this turn of good fortune while he was still howling in pain from being clipped by what was effectively a flying boulder.

He opened his good eye just in time to see Larvitar charging at him again. This time it went for his gut. In another instance of spectacularly good luck, it had its head raised so that it wasn’t leading with its spike. It knocked Derek to the sand and started tearing at his undershirt with its nubby arms. Unfortunately, Derek missed a teachable moment by not recognizing how unusual it was that this Larvitar’s arms were tipped with fine ridges that effectively acted as razor-sharp claws. The existence of this sub-brood of Larvitar would later be documented in 2006 by a renowned biologist in Blackthorn City, while here on this island in 2002 nothing of scientific note was recorded because Derek was too busy getting the tar beaten out of him by the subject.

In desperation, Derek summoned all the strength he had and shoved Larvitar off of him. He then scrambled over to its Pokéball and pressed the switch as it tried to rush him again. It vanished into the ball in the nick of time, and Derek shook in place and screamed at the top of his lungs for thirty seconds. This ordeal held the risk of undoing some of the progress he’d made in convincing himself that nature at large wasn’t trying to murder him.

He slapped himself on the cheek (the one opposite from his black eye) and pulled himself together. This kind of situation was precisely the sort that he’d spent the last four years training himself to handle better, along with talking to strangers and being able to pee at a urinal while someone was in line behind him. He slowed his breathing to a normal pace and considered where to go from here. As he was short of ideas, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to consult Dexter.

“Larvitar. It feeds on soil. After it has eaten a large mountain, it will fall asleep so it can grow.”

Derek looked at some of the statistics on the electronic page, and confirmed that his Larvitar was in fact bigger than average. Wasn’t he lucky? In any case, and putting aside the matter that he suspected the description was supposed to read ‘a quantity of soil equivalent to a large mountain,’ he supposed that his Larvitar might just be hungry and frustrated. Basic Pokémon training: be attentive to your Pokémon’s needs.

He didn’t feel confident that Larvitar would be interested in eating the loose sand, but the sandstone boulders on the beach seemed more promising. If it ate ‘mountains,’ it would stand to reason that its diet would include solid rocks in addition to soil. Its typing was rock/ground, after all, and the ground affinity should have been conducive to breaking down stone as well. Derek situated himself a cautious fifteen feet away from a boulder and threw Larvitar’s ball at it. Once it was out it looked around for a moment before settling its gaze on Derek.

He pointed with his finger. “There! That rock! That’s your breakfast!”

To his immense relief, Larvitar seemed to get the message. It scurried up the boulder with trepidation at first, but then it dug in. As incredible as it seemed, before long there was a chunk missing that was half the size of the Larvitar itself. Derek wondered what its intestinal tract was made of. When Larvitar jumped down again it looked slightly less angry and maybe a little contented.

Derek steeled his nerves and ventured to approach Larvitar. When he was close he said, “Okay, let’s start over. My name’s Derek, and we’re going to be fighting bad guys. Does that sound fun to you?”

Larvitar said no. To put it more literally, it jumped at Derek’s face again. Derek did an even better job at dodging this time, so all that happened was that Larvitar’s arm clobbered the corner of his mouth. What he said next was obscured by his hands. “Rrrrrgh! Frkrng rrtbrstrrd rmgrnnr krryrr!” These noises Derek made were not consistent with how well the exchange had played out, all things considered. He wasn’t bleeding too much, and that toothache was only going to last for a week, after all.

He stumbled backwards, got a grip, and saw that Larvitar was standing between him and its Pokéball. It was getting ready to charge again, and he didn’t think he’d be able to get to that ball unscathed. Frantically he tried to come up with a way to proceed that didn’t leave him maimed or dead. All the fundamentals of Pokémon training and battling flashed through his mind. It seemed hopeless, until at the last second he identified the relevant lesson: type advantages.

Larvitar ran forward and dove at him. He shifted his weight just like he had learned at the academy, and drove a straight kick directly into Larvitar’s nose. He felt its skin crack. The impact sent both of them backwards and left Derek’s right foot crying in pain, but he was the first one to stand up again. He spat some blood from the side of his mouth while Larvitar struggled to come to its senses. “You see that? Fighting beats rock! That’s why you need a trainer, you stupid piece of sh—”

He was interrupted when his right foot sunk six inches into the sand and he lost his balance. Before he could figure out what technique Larvitar was using on him, it came out of its daze and tackled him again. It knocked the wind out of him and he took more scratches, but to his surprise Larvitar pulled back from his midsection and dug after his foot instead. There was a brief tussle, and when it was over Larvitar had his shoe in its jaws. It shook it from side to side like it was trying to break an enemy’s neck.

Derek was at a loss. Larvitar chucked away the ruined mass of mesh and rubber that had once been his shoe, growled at it for good measure, and ran off somewhere. He felt vaguely insulted that Larvitar had attributed his kick to a cheap water shoe rather than to him. His head fell back to the sand and he stared at the clouds.

In a rare bout of detachment, Derek debated the possibility that his life was not a tragedy as he had long suspected, but rather a mean-spirited comedy. In essence, he felt just pathetic enough to imagine that if Jen were here he’d be treated with laughter rather than sympathy. ‘Sorry I’m laughing, but seriously, you’re getting this so wrong it’s funny!’ said the disembodied voice of Jen, which his brain assigned to thoughts of his that reflected a sunnier view of the world. ‘You gotta be friends with Larvitar first, so stop trying to fight and just be friends!’

‘Shut up, Jen’s voice. You’re a naïve sap compared to real Jen.’

‘According to Bill in his paper on the dynamics of team construction, some of the more aggressive species of Pokémon may respond poorly to traditional bonding techniques. In these cases the prevailing opinion is that the trainer must solidify the Pokémon’s respect before attempting to connect emotionally.’

‘Thanks, Hanna’s voice. That’s much more helpful, even if you’re not real either.’

Derek staggered to his feet. He could feel the blood swimming around in his head and every part of his body was aching or worse. Many yards down the beach he saw Larvitar walking away. It occurred to him that it was a good decision by his colleague to drop Larvitar off in a place where he couldn’t run very far. He drew in a deep breath. When he was mad enough, he bolted after Larvitar.

His Pokémon saw him coming and it set its feet. Before he was conscious of his own plan, Derek switched to an arcing path from the beeline that he had started on. As he honed in, several miniature sinkholes appeared in the sand near his feet but never under them. He slid, collided with Larvitar, and succeeded in getting on top of it. It thrashed about underneath him. “Stop moving!”

Larvitar did not stop moving. In response Derek punched it in the side. He immediately regretted this decision and ground his teeth at the pain coming from his now-bloody knuckles. He yelled at Larvitar so hard that it ripped at his vocal chords. “Hold still! I’ll open your Pokéball over the middle of the f*cking ocean and watch you drown if you don’t hold the f*ck still!

Larvitar struggled on, but Derek had it pinned down. It took over three solid minutes, but the Pokémon’s outbursts did gradually lessen in vigor. At long last everything slowed to a halt. They were both gasping for air, but Derek was the clear victor. A few more minutes later he finally decided it was safe. He got off and stood up.


Derek took a few steps in the direction of his bag and Larvitar’s Pokéball. After he verified that Larvitar was indeed following him, he picked up the pace. He didn’t know if this spell of obedience would last five days or five minutes, but they had to start somewhere. With luck he had bought enough time to bandage himself up.

On the whole, Derek was content with new job so far. Larvitar was much easier to deal with than people were.


Next time: In Different Ways to Win, the scene moves ahead to the kids' first year as trainers. It's becoming even clearer who the most talented battler in the group is, so Jason challenges Krissy to a different sort of competition in the Ice Path.
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Onto Hanna and Derek's interaction last chapter, I'll have to come back later to provide a more detailed response, but I think Marie's urgency to Hanna to speak to Derek and their talk on chances are what makes me feel the rest of the conversation in that mood.

Okay, onto the next chapter. We get a bit more info as to what kind of work is expected of Derek there. I do feel kinda bad for him after that incident with Sheryl there. His interaction with Larvitar is cute, even if it took a while for the Larvitar to listen heh.


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I also liked the interaction between Derek and Larvitar. It was intense and exciting. We've also gotten some interesting insight into Derek's inner psychology. Despite the fact that he appears callous to people like Sheryl -- and for good reason -- he is actually deeply afraid of those interpersonal connections. Great job with that.

My favorite part, though, had to be this:
In a rare bout of detachment, Derek debated the possibility that his life was not a tragedy as he had long suspected, but rather a mean-spirited comedy. In essence, he felt just pathetic enough to imagine that if Jen were here he’d be treated with laughter rather than sympathy. ‘Sorry I’m laughing, but seriously, you’re getting this so wrong it’s funny!’ said the disembodied voice of Jen, which his brain assigned to thoughts of his that reflected a sunnier view of the world. ‘You gotta be friends with Larvitar first, so stop trying to fight and just be friends!’

‘Shut up, Jen’s voice. You’re a naïve sap compared to real Jen.’

‘According to Bill in his paper on the dynamics of team construction, some of the more aggressive species of Pokémon may respond poorly to traditional bonding techniques. In these cases the prevailing opinion is that the trainer must solidify the Pokémon’s respect before attempting to connect emotionally.’

‘Thanks, Hanna’s voice. That’s much more helpful, even if you’re not real either.’
I don't know why, but I liked that inner monologue. It was funny. :D And I am looking forward to the next installment.
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It's "I Come Anon"
His interaction with Larvitar is cute, even if it took a while for the Larvitar to listen heh.

I'll take "cute," lol. It was a challenge to find a balance in tone between danger and humor (Larvitar was in fact inches away from killing him), but I'm happy with how it turned out.

I also liked the interaction between Derek and Larvitar. It was intense and exciting. We've also gotten some interesting insight into Derek's inner psychology. Despite the fact that he appears callous to people like Sheryl -- and for good reason -- he is actually deeply afraid of those interpersonal connections. Great job with that.

My favorite part, though, had to be this:

I don't know why, but I liked that inner monologue. It was funny. :D And I am looking forward to the next installment.

Glad you like it, and thanks for reading! I thought for a while about how to handle his interaction with Sheryl. I wanted to explain Derek without totally excusing him, if that makes sense. In my mind his interpersonal fears are significant, but he also bears some responsibility for how poorly he's handling them.

The next installment has taken a little longer to write than the others because I had some real-life to deal with for a week and a half, but I'm back on my normal schedule now. Should be up sometime this week.


It's "I Come Anon"

Different Ways to Win

October, 2016

“Chikorita, use Razor Leaf!”

Jason was watching a one-sided Pokémon battle. The side belonged to his newish friend Krissy, and on the non-side was an eleven-year-old named Patrick. Patrick was a jerk, so it pleased Jason a great deal to see him so thoroughly outclassed and unsettled. The older boy wiped some sweat from his forehead and took far too much time to call out the next order for his Hitmontop. Despite every advantage they had in speed and strength, everything they’d tried so far had been hindered in some way by Chikorita’s positioning and status-afflicting moves.

But as satisfying as it was to watch Patrick squirm, what really had Jason’s attention were Krissy’s eyes. Normally they were wide and inquisitive, and from time to time they were a little delicate and self-conscious, but none of those qualities were present now. Instead they were sharp, certain, and bursting with energy. It was the look of someone who knew beyond a doubt they were going to win, but enjoyed the hunt for victory too much to give any quarter. In all the six months they had traveled together there had been only five times that he’d seen Krissy’s focus and rhythm disrupted in battle. Four of those times she had recovered, and the remaining instance had been against a thirteen-year-old who carried five gym badges. He wondered what it would take for his own team to rattle her like that.

Before too long Patrick groaned and said, “All right, all right, we give.” He returned his battered Hitmontop to its ball. Behind him his two friends Vicky and Denise (a pair of twins who were also jerks, according to Jason) could only shake their heads. Jason and Travis on the other hand were all smiles. This was turning out to be a pretty good day.

Jason couldn’t resist rubbing it in a little because he knew Krissy wouldn’t. “Hey, Patrick, what happened? Why couldn’t you stink that bad last time when you fought me?”

Patrick rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Jason? Get a clue.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Patrick didn’t answer him and instead walked up to shake Krissy’s hand. “Nice battle.”

“Thanks! I thought some of your moves were pretty creative.”

“Hmph.” Apparently there was a limit to how gracious a loser Patrick could be. “So where are you guys off to next?”

“We’re going to keep going east and check out the Ice Path.”

While Jason and Travis gathered up their things, Patrick tried to explain to Krissy that there was no reason to go to the Ice Path except to go to Blackthorn City, which nobody in their first year of training had any business visiting. Krissy in turn tried to explain that they were interested in the Ice Path itself.

“Okay, but why? It’s just a really cold cave. That’s it. Emphasis on really cold.

“Yeah, we got that. But it’s also the only place you can find a Sneasel.”

Patrick scoffed. “Good luck catching one of those. They’re way too quick for newbies. Heck, I wouldn’t even try it yet.”

Krissy nodded. “Well, we figure it doesn’t cost us anything but time and Pokéballs, so we’re going to give it a shot anyway.” Jason thought she was way too polite with this massive tool. Who was he to tell them what they weren’t ready for, especially after Krissy had just taken him down without breaking a sweat?

“Patrick, are you coming or what?” called Vicky. She and Denise were already back on the trail and ready to continue west.

“Yeah, yeah.” Patrick turned to Krissy again. “You’ve got real potential. You shouldn’t let these knuckleheads drag you down with their pointless side-trips.”

“Actually, this was—”

But Patrick was already walking away, so she cut herself off. Jason wasn’t sure if he should say anything himself, as this ‘pointless side-trip’ had in fact been Krissy’s idea. As the older kids walked away, Jason barely heard either Denise or Vicky saying something to the effect of “I don’t know why she keeps those losers with her.”

When they were gone, Travis took on a contemplative tone and said, “In the great, pointless side-trip that is life, Patrick is the talking jock itch that reminds you to change your underpants.”

Krissy frowned. “I admire your restraint in not saying that to his face.”

“Oh, I would have, I’m just still not talking to him.”

“Ah. That explains it.”

Jason sometimes wondered if Travis was trying to convince Krissy to leave their group. At the moment though he had other things on his mind. As they resumed their hike uphill, he found himself keenly aware of a possible change in the dynamics of their journey. This was the first time he could recall that Krissy had set a destination for them, at least one that was this far out of the way. Usually he would have been the one to do that, or sometimes Travis.

If people started getting the idea that Krissy was their best battler and was also calling most of the shots, it’d look to them like he and Travis had joined up with her rather than the other way around. He couldn’t explain why, but the distinction was important to him. And besides, it wasn’t like Krissy was all that much better than he was—it just looked that way because she never lost her cool in a fight. He told himself over and over that the gap in their abilities was much smaller than it appeared.

He realized someone was shaking his shoulder. It was Krissy. “Hey, you in there?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. You say something?”

“I was about to ask how you would go about catching a Sneasel.”

Jason felt he should have anticipated this question. Krissy had asked variations of it several times before, and as before he didn’t have a good answer for her. He could picture in his head how he would try to outmaneuver one, which angles he would throw the ball from in different situations, but when it came to teaching it he was lost. Fortunately he had a cop-out ready. “I don’t think you need any tricks if you’re good enough at battling. You can catch any Pokémon if you wear it down enough.”

“That’s true, I guess.”

Jason didn’t know why Krissy looked so disappointed. That was the closest he had ever come to admitting that she was a better battler. At least when she caught a Sneasel later today it would be after a good, honest fight. This knowledge was nagging at the back of his mind, as was the need to beat her at something, anything. Just like Vicky and Denise said, he couldn’t imagine that Krissy would want to keep hanging around two trainers she didn’t see as at least her equals. All these bothersome thoughts then solidified into an idea. “Hey, you wanna race? First one to catch a Sneasel wins?”

This took her by surprise. “Oh, I don’t know. That’s really more your game.”

“Maybe not,” said Travis. “Jason’s dumb tricks work best on lame Pokémon that were weak to begin with, and these guys are supposed to be tough. Also you’ve got Mankey, so Jason ain’t winning on fast damage.”

Jason was rarely so happy to hear Travis talk crap about him like this, and he hadn’t thought of the fighting vs. ice/dark matchup either. If this didn’t lure Krissy into taking his challenge then nothing would.

Krissy thought about it for several seconds, then smiled. “Okay, you’re on. Travis, are you going to play, too?”

“Nah, I think it’s impossible, and Wyvern wouldn’t like it in there anyway. We’ll say I win if you both give up.”


“Deal,” said Jason as well, and inside his head he was saying, ‘I’ve got you now!’


An hour later Jason was breaking up some dead branches he’d found on the ground. Makeshift torches wouldn’t provide as much light in the cave as flashlights, but they’d help them keep warm. Travis shivered as he tore the rags. Even at a dozen yards from the cave mouth there was a fierce chill in the air. “I’m regretting this already.”

“Don’t be such a baby. Look at Rabies: he’s not complaining and he’s naked.” Indeed, Rabies was raring to go and had his tongue hanging out.

“He’s also got a furnace where his stomach’s supposed to be. I’d go skinny-dipping in the arctic if I had one of those. Heck, I’d consider being a nudist full time.”

It was at this point that Krissy came out from the woods, where she’d been putting on warm leggings under her skirt. “I don’t want to know what you’re talking about,” she said with a vague look of revulsion on her face.

“Just our hopes and dreams, that’s all,” said Jason. When the three torches were ready he held them in front of Rabies’s nose. His Growlithe needed no further prompting and ignited them with his breath. Once they were all distributed he asked, “We ready to go?”

“One second,” said Krissy, “I want to let Mankey out where it’s light. He can get anxious.”

She did so, and the little ball of fur spun around on his lithe but strong limbs as he scanned his surroundings up and down. He squeaked and grunted something fierce when he saw Rabies, and Rabies barked and made ready to pounce in kind. Jason had to stick his leg in the way to deter him, while Krissy could call Mankey off the attack with words alone. “No, no. We’re fighting in the cave. Wild Pokémon this time, got it?”

Now that the Pokémon were pacified, they all walked up to the mouth of the cave. The difference in light was vast after only two dozen steps as the path wound around a corner. Jason could barely see the walls, and he lost Rabies almost immediately when he darted forward for no reason. “Rabies, stay close!”

They caught up with Rabies in short order, and not a moment later did Travis lose his footing and cry out.

“You okay?” asked Krissy.

“Yeah. Just some ice.”

Jason noticed a scrape on Travis’s hand from where he had broken his fall. Between the rocks, ice, and darkness they would have to be immensely careful. “We better keep our eyes on the ground.”

They moved on. As Jason’s eyes adjusted he was able to pick up more of the glints in the floor that gave away the frozen puddles. After a few minutes the walls of the cave suddenly opened up, and more alarmingly the path fell away to a steep drop. If Rabies hadn’t stopped at the edge one of them might not have noticed in time. They stood near the precipice and slowly it became apparent that they were above a vast cavern with a frozen lake at the bottom. Spread unevenly throughout were a number of small islands. Between the light from their torches and a faint light from somewhere else, it was as if the ice were covered in blue and orange stars.

“Beautiful,” said Krissy, but her teeth chattered as she said it. The biting air was moving in gusts now, and it made Jason subconsciously shift his grip closer to his torch’s flame. He supposed that wearing gloves would have been smarter, but he didn’t want to mess up his throwing grip.

“Looks like there’s another way down off to the side, here,” said Travis. “Oh, and one more to this side. Course, if you guys want to take the fast way down and finish up sooner I ain’t stopping you.”

It was a testament to either Jason’s competitiveness or shortsightedness that he seriously considered Travis’s suggestion. Fortunately the decision was taken out of his hands when Rabies barked up and behind them without warning and spat three embers at the cavern wall. “Jeeze! Watch it!”

Even as Jason said this, a pair of Sneasel jumped down from the wall and rushed Rabies. They landed two cuts and shoved him nearly to the brink, but he snapped back with his hot fangs and they gave him just enough room.

“Mankey, Karate Chop! The one on the left!”

The Sneasel’s ears perked up even as Krissy spoke and it bounded away before Mankey had any chance of making contact. But even though it avoided damage, it was now separated from its partner, who was scurrying in the opposite direction as Rabies made a show of barks and growls.

“Stay on her, Mankey!”

Mankey jumped forward again with arms swinging. The Sneasel fled down a side path, and Mankey followed it. “Better hurry, Jason!” called Krissy over her shoulder as she rushed off after her quarry and her Pokémon.

It occurred to Jason that he hadn’t so much as managed to give Rabies in an order while Krissy had taken control of her own half of the battle. He shook his head and drove the thought away. This was his game they were playing now, and he wouldn’t let her throw him off it. “Go get ’em, Rabies! Fire Fang!”

Rabies charged at the other Sneasel and it too retreated, leading the way down the opposite side path. Jason hurried after them both as quickly as he could and tried to keep his eyes downward to avoid the ice. He heard Travis call out behind him, “Hey, you have fun, I’m just gonna wait here.”

When Jason reached the bottom he brought his eyes up again to see what the situation was, and at once he slipped and landed hard on his knees. He was wearing jeans, so he decided to check for blood later. Rabies was standing at the edge of the lake and barking at something Jason couldn’t see, presumably the Sneasel. As he caught his breath he wondered if they’d lost it already and would have to find another one. Then he barely noticed a shadow flying in across the ice at a different angle from where Rabies was looking. “On your right! Ember!”

Rabies adjusted himself and fired just in time to drive the Sneasel off its collision course. With the extra light, Jason saw that the creature could change direction on the ice in perfect silence and as if it were running on solid ground. It brought itself to a halt with its hind claws and raised its three tail-feathers. Aside from the gold marks on its forehead and chest, its feathers reflected the most torchlight. Without these it would have been nearly invisible.

Jason was about to order another Ember attack, but it occurred to him that the Sneasel was far too quick for such a slow attack to work. Before he could think of anything else, it shot itself forward and gave Rabies a nasty scratch on his side before darting off onto the ice again and out of sight. Without warning, Rabies tried to rush after it. “Wait!”

Jason’s instruction was a hair late. Rabies slid ten feet away from the shore and predictably lost his footing. He was stuck with no inertia and no good way to build it up, and Jason could picture the Sneasel coming back and dealing him some serious hurt. Without thinking it all the way through, Jason started running. He aimed for Rabies and hoped there was an island on the same trajectory. Then he launched himself onto the ice at full blast as if he were making a sliding tackle in soccer. He managed to snag Rabies with his left arm, and as luck had it they did reach an island before they ran out of speed. But in the process Jason’s torch had gone out. He was still on his backside when he shouted at Rabies, “Ember! At the lake!”

Rabies had his footing again in an instant, and his shots revealed that the Sneasel had in fact been chasing them from behind. It dove into the shadows again. Jason stuck the tip of his torch in front of Rabies, and in order to buy just a few more seconds he bellowed at the darkness as if he were a wild Pokémon himself. Whether it deterred their opponent or not, he had a light again before the Sneasel came charging back. “Stay on the land! Fire Fang!”

They pulled away from the ice and the Sneasel met them inland. Rabies snarled as he tried to chomp down with sparks flying from his mouth. As before, he missed but managed to convince the Sneasel to back off again. From there things fell into a pattern. The Sneasel varied its angle of attack, but time and again Rabies was unable to hurt it and it was unwilling to take the risk necessary to hurt Rabies. As they settled into the rhythm, Jason set his torch down and dug his flashlight out of his bag to make extra sure they wouldn’t be taken by surprise. Immediately his fingers regretted the decision. They hurt in the tips something fierce, and he was worried they would go numb soon.

On the eighth repetition of the scenario, the Sneasel got in close enough that Rabies could sink his fangs into its arm. But he didn’t seem to leave a burn, and after two quick swipes of the Sneasel’s free claw it was free again and was back to the shadows in a blink of an eye. Jason knew this was taking way too long. For all he knew Krissy had already caught hers, while he and Rabies had only just now dealt any damage at all.

Then he heard the calls from the far shore. “Hey!”

“You alright over there?”

It was Travis and Krissy respectively, and they no doubt meant to inform him of Krissy’s victory. “Little busy!” Jason yelled back. The Sneasel darted in again and there was another predictably brief skirmish.

But when Krissy called out again it wasn’t what he expected. “Jason, we couldn’t hit her, so I used a Poké Doll! I’ve got a spare if you need it!”

Travis added, “Give up, loser! It’s freezing in here!”

Jason recognized and accepted Travis’s backhanded encouragement. He’d be a sucker to forfeit now that Krissy had put the ball in his court. Still, if Krissy couldn’t beat one down by now, there was no guarantee that Rabies would be able to before they all caught hypothermia. This thing had them at a virtual stalemate, and even that was assuming one of its friends wouldn’t join in. If it became two on one they would be completely outmatched.

He took a deep breath. He was thinking about this all wrong. This wasn’t a regular battle; it was a matter of catching, and no matter what Travis said Jason believed there was always a way to catch a Pokémon faster than you’d think. Since there was no quick way to deal enough raw damage to this Sneasel, they needed to unnerve it to catch it instead. He thought about its behavior. It was clearly out to keep itself from getting hurt, but more specifically it wanted room to maneuver at all times. It was trying to attack and be gone again before it could take damage—it was using a long-range strategy with close-range attacks. If they could get it confined somehow that might stress it out enough for a well-thrown ball to work.

Then it hit Jason that Rabies knew one move that might do the trick: Fire Spin. In fact, it was a move he probably should have used already, but for whatever reason it hadn’t occurred to him while he was treating this like a normal battle. Rabies would need distance and a little time, and Jason knew how to get it. “Use Ember, shoot high!”

Rabies seemed perplexed for a moment, but he obeyed. He sent several balls of fire up in the air over the frozen lake, and it gave Jason just enough extra light to spot the Sneasel from a distance. He shone his flashlight directly at its eyes, and it froze. Jason shook the light back and forth, hoping to keep their opponent still and transfixed. “Rabies,” said Jason calmly and at a normal volume, “use Fire Spin.”

The Growlithe arched his back and drew in a deep breath, while the Sneasel stayed put. Then he breathed out a stream of fire that snaked out over the ice in fits and starts. By the time the Sneasel reacted and tried to run away, the arc had grown too wide to escape. The Sneasel was trapped in a circle of fire, and if it was capable of jumping over the flames it was too intimidated to try. It darted back and forth in a panic.

“One more Ember!” Jason didn’t hesitate. He knew the angle he needed for the perfect throw, and that was out on the ice. With a ball in hand he ran toward the lake at full speed, and this time he slid on his feet with his knees bent. Then three arcing balls of fire landed near the Sneasel and kept its attention away from him.

He used his left hand to turn himself around, and at the same time he wound up his right. His body missed the fire by two feet, and the Sneasel’s back was to him. He slung his right arm sideways like a whip as he fell off balance. In the split-second before he landed on his back, he saw that the ball’s flight path had just the right speed and break that he wanted. Even though he was still dragging to a stop in the middle of the lake when the ball trapped the Sneasel and shook three times, Jason could infer the outcome from the distant shouts:

“Oh my god! Wow!”

“Oh come on! That’s a load of crap!”

Jason was still lying sprawled out when he started to laugh. He couldn’t wait to hear Travis declare that catching a strong Pokémon after barely damaging it was ‘cheating.’ That this was a victory over two friends was icing on the cake. He was about to raise his fists in declaration of said victory when he felt a sharp pinch in his throwing elbow. It was uncomfortable enough that he raised his left fist alone instead, but he wasn’t going to let a little soreness ruin the moment for him.


Sometime that evening Jason and Krissy were sitting by a campfire. Travis was off watering the bushes and they were alone. Rather, sort-of-alone: Rabies was out of his ball and occupying Jason’s lap. Jason had just finished treating the pup’s scratches, and now he was using him for some additional warmth as the feeling slowly returned to his fingers. His exhilaration from the battle had worn off entirely and now he was growing tired.

“Seriously,” said Krissy, “you’ve got to teach me how you do that. I still can’t believe you actually caught her while barely hurting her, and with a regular Pokéball at that.”

Jason shrugged. “I dunno, it’s magic. Also, pretty sure it’s a ‘him.’”

“Pretty sure it isn’t. And she isn’t.”

Already Jason’s thought process from the battle was escaping him. Maybe someday he would have a decent explanation for his technique, but at the moment he wasn’t even inclined to think about it. There was in fact a part of him that agreed with Travis and thought his own approach was kind of cheap.

“For what it’s worth, I think Travis’s wrong,” she said, as if reading his mind. “You’re right to take pride in how good you are at catching Pokémon. There can’t be many trainers out there who can do it like that.”

“Thanks. But for real, I don’t think catching better Pokémon helps all that much. If you want to win battles you still gotta have good strategy.”

“Why does it need to help you win battles?”

Jason wondered if that was a trick question. “Uh, because you don’t want to lose battles?”

“No, I mean, by itself it’s still worth… never mind.”

There was a lull for a short while, and there was no noise besides the crackle of the fire and Rabies’s panting. Then Jason looked over at Krissy, and saw that she had been staring at him. She’d been awfully excited since he caught the Sneasel even though she lost, but now there was something else in her expression. At first he thought it was a shade of disappointment, but looking closer it was more like she had a question she wanted to ask but felt she couldn’t. Then he remembered the reason they’d gone to the Ice Cave in the first place: Krissy really, really wanted a Sneasel on her team. He’d been so caught up in himself that he hadn’t noticed how obnoxious an outcome this must be for her.

“Hey, so, I’m probably not going to use the Sneasel much. Uh, so if you like… I mean, I want you to have the Sneasel. He ought to go to the right team. Or she, whatever it is.”

Krissy’s eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. There was an air of apprehension about her, which didn’t surprise Jason. He knew it would have been shameless of her to ask for the Sneasel, so he decided it would be better if he never knew whether she was actually going to ask or not. “Just one condition, though,” he added. It occurred to him that he could address something that had been bothering him for months.

“What’s that?” She sounded like she would agree to anything right now.

“You gotta give her a real name. Like, not ‘Sneasel.’”

“Oh.” She was obviously stumped, and put her fingers to her mouth. “What kind of name should I give her?”

“Whatever you want, it’s your call. Sometimes I pick something about the Pokémon. So… since Sneasel’s a dark and ice type, maybe something like ‘Frostbite.’ But better than that.”

Krissy stared into space for a good while before turning back to Jason. “Why don’t you come up with a name? I’ll go with whatever you pick.”

He wasn’t going to let her off that easy. “Okay, but in that case you gotta give Chikorita a real name yourself.”

“Do… do you think she’d like that?”

Jason thought that Krissy ought to know the answer better than he would. Then again, he supposed that she didn’t bring Chikorita out just to play or relax all that often, so maybe she really didn’t know. That seemed sad to him, and this was probably the time to correct it. “Course she would. She’s probably wondering why you haven’t told her her real name yet.”

Krissy stared into space again, then said, “I bet you’re right. Yeah.”

She took Chikorita’s ball from her belt, and Jason preemptively put his arms around Rabies so he knew to stay down. “You ever thought what her name might be?”

“I can think of one name. Maybe. But that’s it. Names are really more your and Travis’s thing.”

When she said this, a thought hit Jason like a ton of bricks. ‘Oh my god. I don’t know Krissy’s last name yet.’ How could he have gone six months without asking? That was impossible. He must have just forgotten, but that was almost as embarrassing. And he couldn’t ask now; it was way too late for that. He didn’t want her to think he was a lousy friend.

Krissy didn’t notice him agonize over this. After some hesitation she pressed the switch. Chikorita appeared beside her in a red flash and looked all around as if for opponents. “Uh, hey girl.” Chikorita stared up at her. “Your name’s Lucia from now on. Does that sound okay?”

Jason didn’t know any Lucia, and he couldn’t guess what else it might refer to. But the important thing was that it referred to Chikorita—rather, to Lucia, and that was good enough. As for Lucia, her face was blank and the change didn’t seem to register with her yet, but that was only a matter of time. Krissy rubbed the leaf on her head, and Jason held out the Sneasel’s ball in his hand.

“I wouldn’t let her out just yet,” he said. “She was a bit feisty. Maybe give the ball a day to sink in.”

Krissy reached out with reluctance, but when she took the Pokéball she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Thank you.”


Next time: We head back to the present day in Chapter 5. The kids follow a lead on a Rocket executive, and meanwhile the adults need to find a lead on the kids.
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“Don’t be such a baby. Look at Rabies: he’s not complaining and he’s naked.” Indeed, Rabies was raring to go and had his tongue hanging out.

“He’s also got a furnace where his stomach’s supposed to be. I’d go skinny-dipping in the arctic if I had one of those. Heck, I’d consider being a nudist full time.”

It was at this point that Krissy came out from the woods, where she’d been putting on warm leggings under her skirt. “I don’t want to know what you’re talking about,” she said with a vague look of revulsion on her face.

This part made me chuckle.

That Sneasel is indeed feisty there. A clever move of Jason getting the Sneasel there, and sweet of him to give it to Krissy instead. Lucia's a cute name for Chikorita there heh.

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Holy crap I am loving this fic. Like...it was fun in the beginning. I enjoyed it. But now? Damn, you've got me hooked.

I really, really like the split perspectives between the adults and the kids, because it lets you have a dichotomy in the outlook on Team Rocket that not a lot of fics get. Like, there's usually the sliding scale between "gritty realistic villains" to "bad guys who can totally lose to kids with moxie". It's really rare to see a fic do both!

And like...in the beginning, I didn't mind our protagonist kids, but I wasn't totally enamored with them either. Jason and Travis seemed like your typical overambitious boys, and I couldn't really get a read on Krissy besides her being the more mature one, which is fairly typical for the lone girl in a trio. And then Chapter 3 happened, and then all of the fear and regret and self-doubt plaguing Travis made me immediately fall in love with him, which made it all the more heartbreaking that his Pokemon is trapped in stasis indefinitely. Also I like how Krissy is a bit more reserved than the other two, but "reserved" doesn't mean "quiet" in this case, and her zest for battling really sets her apart from a lot of similar characters

I love the random detours the narration sometimes takes to randomly throw in side details for pure flavor. I love all the worldbuilding details. Pokemon science is MY JAM, and all the detail put into the mechanics of Pokeballs was great. I love how intimidating you managed to make a Rocket grunt. Lots of fics have intimidating officers or executives, but a grunt?! That moment when they all pulled together to knock out Ursaring and then the grunt sends out another Ursaring was such a huge "holy s***!"

There's so much detail put into how Derek's job functions being that deep undercover! And I can't wait to see the details you put into the inner workings of Team Rocket (being a TR writer myself).

Man, I'm definitely following this one closely from here on out.