What up peoplezez

Well, this is part 2 of the 2-shot.

Enjoy

Grovyle felt a strange wave of nausea come over him when he woke up. Immediately, he thought this was strange because he never felt nauseous after a mission. Gingerly, he fought off the sickness he felt and, with some degree of difficulty, brought himself up to a sitting position and began surveying his surroundings.

It seemed he'd left the forest he had been running through altogether, but he was not sure where he was now. What he could tell was that he was in some lightly furbished cave of sorts. The only real commodities he seemed to have were the straw bed he was lying on and a table that had two satchels on it. The change in setting struck Grovyle as odd because most dwellings he saw were not know to be used for simply living.

"You know, a simple thank you would suffice".

The voice caught Grovyle completely off guard. Turning toward, he nearly tumbled backwards at the sight of who the figure was. He had smooth, peach colored skin and a torn white t-shirt and shorts. A mop of dirty brown hair the color of thick mud cascaded down the figure's back like a waterfall, ending at his waist. He had to be no older than thirteen. But the most surprising thing to Grovyle was his face. He was a little course, but…also…human.

A…human? Grovyle thought. But... that can't be right. Didn't they…become extinct?

"I wouldn't move around too much if I was you," the human said. "The Sableye may be stupid, but they're not exactly known for going easy on people. What were you doing out there anyway?"

"I was trying to get some information from one of Dusknoir's lairs," Grovyle said. "Obviously the plan didn't work out too well so I had to get the Sableye off my tail. Somehow the trap I'd set up to distract them didn't deploy in time so I ended up being attacked".

"What, you mean this thing?" the human asked, pulling the remains of the net out from one of the satchels. "Even the Sableye aren't that thick, and I speak from experience".

Grovyle silently cursed himself for this stroke of bad luck. That trick with the net had been his go to trick in order to get out of trouble. If this guy was able to get out of one of the nets no questions asked, then he figured it likely that the Sableye were able to have no problem getting out quickly as well.

"Anyway, that's all in the past," the human went on. "What's important is that we managed to get away from those jokers in one piece. What your name?"

"Grovyle," the grass type said. "What's yours?"

"Lyle," the human said.

An air of awkwardness filled the cave as the two just stared at each other. It was clear that they were not used to each other. To try to ease some of the tension, Lyle went over to the two satchels and began digging through them. The fact that he had two satchels with him confused Grovyle a bit, but that was the least of the questions that were buzzing around in his mind.

"How- how are you human?" he asked.

"Well both my parents were humans," Lyle said. "It's only natural that I'd end up-"

"That's not what I meant," Grovyle said. "I thought that all humans had become extinct".

"Oh well, there's not really much to tell really," Lyle said. "See, I was part of a group of humans that were descendants of a group called the Time Watchers. Supposedly they had this ability called the Dimensional Scream that allowed them to see through time when toughing something or someone. When time had stopped, the power just seemed to vanish, but my people were convinced that one among us would be able to use the power again and bring the return of time to this paralyzed world".

"Well… where are they now?" Grovyle asked.

"Well, apparently Primal Dialga had found out about us at some point," Lyle said. "Naturally he was afraid that one of use might use it and find out how to restore time, so he had ambushed us. My people knew that we were in trouble, but they didn't want to give up hope on the Dimensional Scream. In the end, they distracted Dialga long enough for me to escape".

"Wh- what happened to them?" Grovyle asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"I don't know," Lyle said. "The most logical assumption would be that Dialga killed them. I didn't want to leave them, but they insisted and pushed me into the forest…"

At that point, Lyle just seemed too upset to continue talking about it. He determinedly focused his attention back on the satchels, the sound of him crying audible in the cave. Grovyle couldn't help but feel sorry for what the kid had been through. He had long since known how hard it was to lose people he cared about. But he had learned firsthand that in times like these, you had to be tough and deal with things like this, no matter how upsetting it was. With what little strength he had, he willed himself out the bed and over to Lyle, placing a hand on the human's shoulder.

"Hey it's ok," he said. "Remembering those who have fallen can give you the strength to go on".

"Thanks," Lyle said. "So, I take it you were the one who broke into Dusknoir's lair after I did?"

"Yeah, how did-?" Grovyle gawked.

"I just figured you'd have to be part that Pokémon Defense team to be gutsy enough to sneak in there," Lyle said. "You aren't the first Pokémon from that PDT group who broke into one of Dusknoir's bases after I did, and after what had happened to them, that's pretty much become their go to strategy for a while now".

"But why would they be following you?" Grovyle said.

"Well, a couple months ago, I had run across a group of Pokémon that were part of the team after I had a run-in with a psychotic Spiritomb," Lyle said. "They were impressed by the way I handled myself and said they wanted me in the team. I'll admit I was a bit skeptical about working with others due to the fact that my encounters with Pokémon at that point in time had been… less than stellar. But after I got settled in, I saw that they were a lot nicer than I expected. They valued my opinion during mission briefing and were keen to let me get involved. Then Dusknoir showed up".

Grovyle cursed himself again. When he first joined PDT, he had heard talk among the seniors members about how to deal with the Dusknoir situation after some sort of attack had nearly wiped them out and trying to make amends with their supposed 'greatest ally'. At the time he never knew what they were talking about but as he settled in, he learned that Dusknoir had been a spy for Dialga sent to infiltrate the team in order to disrupt their plans to turn the future into a time flowing world. Yet Grovyle was wondering why Lyle left if he got along so well with everyone.

"What happened?" he asked.

"After a couple weeks went by, a rumor began circling around the team that a mole had infiltrated the team," Lyle said. "Dusknoir immediately jumped in on it and managed to put me at the top of the blame pile. It didn't really catch on at first, but over time most of the Pokémon had started ignoring me like I had some sort of disease. Of course, I had a few supporters, but they kept getting shot down on how to deal with me".

"What happened to you after that?" Grovyle asked. "Did the team attack you or anything?"

"No," Lyle said. "I quit. I knew there was no way I could get back the respect of the members that thought I was the traitor, and I couldn't really trust Dusknoir in case he was under some sort of outside influence. So me and a couple of Pokémon that were still loyal to me went our own way. As you can see, it was the best decision we could have made. Barely a week later, Dusknoir had been made the tactical strategist of PDT. A day later, he shows his true colors".

"I don't believe it," Grovyle said. "How could they turn their backs on you after everything you did for them?"

"Yeah, well, you have to hand it to Dusknoir," Lyle said. "He's tough, he's resourceful, and let's face it, he's a better actor than we gave him credit for".

Grovyle didn't know what to believe anymore. His team, the team that had promised that they would never hurt the innocent, had chastised an innocent man all because a loyalist of the paralyzed world had managed to successfully lie to them all. He wasn't sure if he could look at them the same way again after what he heard.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Lyle asked.

"I… I don't know," Grovyle said. "This is all a lot to take in at once".

"Well, you can stay here until you can get back on your feet," Lyle said. "I'll come back to check up on you as soon as I get this paper I took from Dusknoir's lair to my team".

"Team?" Grovyle asked.

"The Planetary Investigation team," Lyle said. "We've been trying to find out the source of the planet's paralysis and, hopefully, try to find a way to reverse it. This paper is supposed to have some sort of clue that will help us accomplish this".

"That's a very interesting goal, but why would you do this?" Grovyle asked. "Somehow, I doubt the honor of getting on Dialga's bad side is worth the price".

"The large scale dream that we all share is to be able to see a sunrise for the first time," Lyle said. "Personally, for me, I was hoping that I'd be able to find out what happened to my people once this is all over".

Grovyle was stunned. They…they had the same goal to have time flow again? He could hardly believe it. As far as he could tell, most Pokémon (and he had assumed humans too, although now he realized that they put the world's well being above their own by letting Lyle escape) were affected by this dark, paralyzed state of the world—their hearts would become mean and wild. Lyle seemed to be the opposite. Sure, he seemed to be a little rough around the edges, but he seemed to be a nice person, although he did seem a little too trusting. But still, He could hardly believe they had the same goal.

"Well, I'd better get going," Lyle said. "Don't try to do anything rash while I'm out. Dusknoir is pretty keen about getting rid of me since the mole thing and I don't want to give him the chance to get a tab on me".

"Wait," Grovyle said.

"What for?" Lyle asked.

"Is it possible… that I might be able to join your team?" Grovyle asked.

"Come again?" Lyle near gawked.

"Well, it's just that… you guys share the same dream as me," Grovyle said. "Plus, what you're doing just seems to make more sense to me".

Lyle's mind raced over what was just happening. This was turning out to be much more than he bargained for. True, there were some merits to Grovyle part of the team, but a part of him kept nagging that he would slow the team down. After a few moments of mulling it over in his mind, he let out a sigh.

"All right," he said. "You can tag along if you want, but it's at your own risk".

"Thanks," Grovyle said.

Gingerly, Grovyle made his way to the cave's exit and stepped out into the paralyzed world. Pausing only to pick up the two satchels, Lyle followed him out, silently asking himself what he just got into.

Well, it looks like Lyle and Grovyle are going to have a pleasant time together.

R&R, plz

NITRO PSYCHO OUT!