A/N: I don’t own Pokemon or any of the Characters. Although, I don’t think it’ll be in there. ^_^ Actually, this is a totally original story, so I can go wild with the outcome. It’ll be better than the past two anyway. Read it if you trust me when I say it’s better.

The blue dog pokemon ran quickly through the forest, searching for its parents. She had long, silky blue ears and she had a flowing blue tail. Her fur on her body was a bit lighter, and came to be as long as a growlith’s. She had white paws, and a white snout. Her eyes were deep blue, shining in her worry. Where could her parents be?

She darted through the woods, as a storm began to rage, and the rain poured down like a waterfall. She whined, being annoyed by the water, and scared for her parents. Her parents. Fire and Thunder. Much like her in form, but yellow and orange. She and they were the only of their kind, and the only to remain. No man should find them, for if they did, surly the would be classified as a rare pokemon and put in cages. That would be horrid!

She tripped, realizing her foot was stuck in place. She looked down. Some how, a stone was holding her in place. How could a rock do that? But a dark light flowed around her, and she was suddenly engulfed in it. She barked, fearful for her life.

Ian, a pokemon professor's apprentice, was strolling through the woods. It was his job after a storm as bad as last night’s, to make sure the pokemon were safe, and that none needed medical assistance. That’s when he found her.

She was lying, naked, curled up in a ball. She had light blue hair, down to her knees, waving in curled glory. She had very pale skin, almost as if she had never been exposed to sunlight before, and she had an odd line on her neck. It must have been a tattoo of some sort, for it went in a circle, like a choker, around her throat.

He ran to her, took her pulse, and found her to be breathing. He quickly pulled off his lab coat, and put it around her. Then he picked her up and carried her to the lab.

When she woke, she had been dressed in a man’s tee shirt and stretch pants. She let her long eyelashes flutter open, and she turned her head, frightened, to the man next sitting at the computer across the room. Had she been caught by a human in the storm? She tried to move, but when she looked to her paw, she realized that it was a human’s hand. She gasped out loud.

The man turned around in the computer chair, and smiled at her. “Are you alright? I didn’t know what to do about you. I found you lying in the woods, and I thought about taking you to a hospital.”

“Eh?” She asked, trying to figure out what happened. Why could she suddenly understand the human. At least, most pokemon could understand attacks, and over time figured out signs of friendship. She knew nothing of that.

“You were, um, fainted.” He said, not comfortable now. “What’s your name?”

She frowned. Her name. It was Bubbles, but that wasn’t a human name. In fact, it wasn’t really a pokemon name, it was an attack. But, she looked up, and in the language of humans, said, “Bubbles.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Bubbles?” He asked. But accepted it. “My name is Ian Lambert. I’m a pokemon researcher.”

Of all the people. Bubbles thought. A pokemon researcher. He’ll surely find out about my parents.

“Are you hungry?” He asked. She didn’t reply. She would be the type of person he hated, quiet and beside themselves. But really, he was intrigued. She looked so angelic with her skin almost completely white, and her long blue hair. She stared at him.

“What about pancakes?” He asked. She didn’t reply, but he indicated for her to follow, and she walked to his kitchen. He cooked a plate of pancakes for the both of them.

She ate, happily. She realized then that this man had no idea she had been a pokemon. He just saw her as another human. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing happened.

“Are you alright?” She asked him that. He looked almost shocked that she had said something to him. Her voice was like a bell, ringing in his head, echoing.

“Yes, thank you.” He replied. She had finished the pancakes. “Where are you from?”

“The forest-” She said, realized what a mistake she had made. She had let herself slip!

“Really? So are you a native American?”

“No.” She said. “I’m just living in a forest. I don’t have any logic.” She made things up quickly. He smiled.

“You look so, strange.” He said, “Don’t get me wrong! But, you look like some sort of supernatural being.”

“Perhaps I am.” she replied. But her mind was set on how to get back to her old self, and how she would find her family. Perhaps if she could... “Can I take a walk in your forest?” She asked, “It would remind me of home.”

“Of course. Maybe this first time, I should go with you, and show you how to find your way back here, but other times you can just leave a note, and walk out. Or you could find a house of your own.”

“You, wouldn’t mind if I stayed here for a while?” She had no idea that people could be so kind. She guessed that she and her parents had misjudged them. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He said. Once he finished eating, he gave her a tour of the forest, and of the Laboratory campus. When finished, he gave her a copy of the key to his house. “So you can get in and out.” Then he left her to the trees.

He had bought her clothes. A pair of woman’s pants, a sweatshirt, and a tank top. He also bought her a pair of flip-flops, but now she walked barefooted. She did not want to disturb the forest, as much as men had before.

She walked on clumsy feet to where her parents had normally been. She only found her father, who saw a human in that sacred area, and darted off. He obviously took her to be another human. How could she possibly be returned to her old self, if her parents couldn’t trust her? She kneeled by the nest of leaves and felt hollow. She couldn’t cry, because she didn’t know how. It was simply that way. Pokemon of the dog sort hadn’t the ability to shed tears. So she could not cry, even as a woman.

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