My fellow Arthenians:

Just two quick notes before we start-

1) Burn heal spray or whatever from the game (and maybe anime idk I didn't really watch it) doesn't exist in this AU because fuck everything I can do what I want.

2) I'm disappointed that more stories like this haven't been made. I had a crush on Nurse Joy since before I knew what a crush was.

The sliding doors to the Pokemon Center parting from one another languidly gave way to a young girl at a full sprint. Behind the counter, a Nurse Joy with her pink hair in a single, long ponytail behind her head startled awake from a cat nap, standing abruptly and giving a bow of what could have either been welcome or apology for sleeping on the job. The night shift tended to be less active than day, for obvious reasons, and the lack of action was cause for many Netflix binges, text messages, and YouTube video streamings. Joy had fallen victim to the alluring quiet of the previously empty Center, and there was a small red mark on her face from where it had been on the counter.

"Nurse Joy!" The girl addressed her urgently as she approached the counter. Joy blinked the sleep out of her eyes and looked the girl over. She was a little shorter than she was, maybe about sixteen or seventeen. Her hair was long and voluminously wavy down to her back and held a decorative flower near her part. A light red spring dress hung loosely off her body, as did a white satchel over one shoulder and across her body.

"Welcome to the Pokemon Center, how may I help you," greeted the Pink haired beauty. She put on a smile in the hopes to encourage the girl to clam down a little, head tilting to the side slightly and hands clasped in front of her.

"It's my Zoroark, he's been poisoned and burned!" came the hasty reply from the unnerved female. Nurse Joy's brow was drawn into a frown briefly as she looked for a Zoroark that perhaps she just wasn't seeing, then watched the girl produce a Pokeball from a pocket of her bag. Joy blinked twice. She had worked at the Center for a year or two, and this was the first person to ever have the presence of mind to put an injured Pokemon in their Arceus-damned Pokeball instead of dramatically carrying their heavy ass in. She liked this girl already.

"No need to worry, miss, I'm sure your Zoroark will be just fine," Joy said calmly as she accepted the red and white sphere from the girl. "Poisoning treatments are routine processes, but can take a while to take full effect. You are probably going to need to stay here the night. There are plenty of rooms available," she informed the uneasy looking trainer.

Joy stashed Zoroark's Pokeball in her pocket and reached under the counter, producing one of her own. She called out the Pokemon inside, sending it into the material plane (or whatever actually happens, the science isn't all that obvious) beside the blonde girl. A Gardevoir popped up out of the light, telepathically informing the girl that she would show her to her room and beginning to walk down a hallway. Blondie looked at the Pokemon then at Nurse Joy. "Promise you'll take good care of Zoroark?" A nod from the Nurse, as well as affirmation that he would be "better by morning." The girl lingered for a moment before following the green Pokemon.

Once she was gone and out of earshot, Joy gave a sigh and turned to her computer. "There goes my night of peace," she muttered quietly as she closed out all her tabs and shut it down. She thought for a moment and picked out another Pokeball from her spot under the counter, then headed into one of the examining rooms. Taking out the Zoroark's ball, she opened it and sent out the illusion Pokemon.

Once the white light faded, it was replaced by a pulse of red and then something happened that came close to immediately scarring Nurse Joy for life. The Pokemon unbound from the ball was not a Zoroark, but rather a Giratina. It was so massive that as soon as it came to be, the roof to the Center broke open, as did the wall. Joy staggered back a few steps, looking up in horror as it charged what appeared to be a hyper beam?

Then she paused, her fear disappearing spontaneously as she developed an amused smirk, folding her arms under her bust. "It's okay, Zoroark. I'm just going to cure your status." The Giratina paused mid-charge, looking down at her before disappearing. In the illusion's place was its master, a very wary looking Zoroark. Joy gave a nod in response. "That's much better."

She closed the door behind her and made her way in the direction of the Pokemon with a smile on her face. Always smile, they had taught her. It wasn't too hard, considering she loved what she did. "Poisoned and burned, huh? That sounds rough." A nod from the serious-looking Zoroark. Joy patted the examining table. "How about you hop up here so we can get a look at you," she said cheerily. Zoroark hesitated but did indeed climb up onto the table and sit down.

That's all I can write without passing out. This weed is fire.

I'm going to guess you guys will like this so I'm not going to OneShot this, but if you don't like it then I'll change the name.

Just thought I'd upload this to let you guys know I'm not quitting FF, after much consideration and support. I am, however, no longer deadlining myself, so I would suggest following and favoriting to find out when I post, because it will be out of absolutely nowhere more often than not.

Arthenius