A/N: First of all, to answer your question, I found out that GiovannixSabrina is called Socioshipping. Which makes perfect sense, them being sociopaths and all? Regardless, I wanted to apologize for the lateness of this update, but you get sick. What do you do? Just a cold though. I wanted to say as well that I am considering writing an Epilogue after this final chapter, but only if I get some more reviews. Seriously, two Favorites, three Alerts, and only one person reviews. It's frustrating as an author to deal with that.

Sabrina did have to admit something about Mewtwo. This creature was frontal about everything it did. It was a being of action, which might make it harder to form a sufficient bond between them for her to gain anything from him. Perhaps a conversation would be in order.

"Do you know why I rescued you?" she asked.

"You are a psychic like me."

"True, but I do not rescue any psychic Pokémon I encounter, or offer to help one to destroy his enemies."

"Elaborate."

"You and I are one of a kind. Psychics among my kind are few, and I am the most powerful of them all. You also are unique, more than any other Pokémon. You are the only of your species, and the most powerful Pokémon I ever encountered."

"You expect to gain something."

Sabrina nearly flinched, her physiological self-control preventing her, but with this Pokémon's powers, it seemed likely that he wasn't reading her emotions from her body language, but her thoughts. The best place to hide; however, is in the open. No one looks for you there.

"I would like to know you, as a friend, or companion. You… intrigue me." She maneuvered.

"Perhaps, we should move to action."

Was she making progress? With Mewtwo she could not tell. He was harder to decipher than Giovanni.

Giovanni. She'll have to kill him. There was no problem of course, was there? He was her boss only, her master. Again with that word. No, she had no master. She had proven from her mastery of the psychic powers that she was master of herself. It still pained her somehow. The weight of what she was doing crashed on her. She had kidnapped, stolen, maimed and committed arson in the name of Team Rocket before, but this was betrayal. She had already killed Blaine, and now she was going to commit treason against the organization she had sweated to bring to its current glory.

"Look at yourself," she thought. "You've become weak. You're allowing, pity, self-pity of all things to gnaw at you? You are poised at the point of ultimate power, and there is no turning back here. No one can turn back the sands of time. Would you want to? Would you throw away the power you've found? The most powerful Pokémon, in the hands of the one trainer that could truly tap its potential, do you not want that? A psychic bond between you two could make you together powerful enough to split mountains, control cities, conquer nations! That isn't what you want though. You're content to sit on the sidelines of a criminal organization, toiling all day for another's chance in the limelight. That isn't something I'll accept though."

Sabrina clenched her hands and jaw. She was right. She was strong. She was going to master the universe now, and no nostalgic hesitations would stop her.

"We head there, for the Rocket Game Corner," she pointed towards the casino, and they were there.

A couple heads turned to see the woman with a strange Pokémon that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but someone hit the jackpot, and between the excitement of the building and the alcohol in their systems, Sabrina was forgotten. It didn't hurt that she had suggested to them that she was never really there. A sly reach for the secret panel, and a hidden flight of stairs revealed themselves to the odd duo. Sabrina began to walk down, Mewtwo close behind.

A Rocket Grunt noticed them. "Sabrina, good to see you, I didn't see you exit."

"I teleported," she responded.

The grunt turned to face the purple being beside her. "What's this?" he snorted. "Some strange Pokémon you found there. I've never seen anything like it.

"I'm certain you haven't," she stately replied, walking down to corridor.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

Giovanni was meditating and reviewing the events of the day before he retired. He had found it an effective way to prevent burnout and find insight, it was, in fact, the way he had recently discovered his interest in Sabrina. He was finally beginning to relax when a grunt found it a good idea to interrupt him over the intercom. It was a good thing for him, because this particular grunt discovered something interesting on the entrance monitor.

"Sabrina is entering the base, boss. She has a weird Pokémon with her, big, purple and grey, looks almost human. I thought it looked suspicious."

Giovanni growled, knowing that at best his few moments of relaxation had been wasted and at worst he was going to face a big problem. "Bring it up on my computer."

The tech stumbled for a moment and then a still, followed by a video of the two played on his screen. There was no doubt in his mind, the Pokémon that Sabrina had brought with her was indeed Mewtwo, his ultimate weapon.

A master of combat and ultimate psychic warrior, there was no one who could stand up to this beast. Initial testing reported that not even the undefeated Elite Four would stand a chance against his might; he outclassed them completely.

He needed to buy time. "Where are Surge and Koga?" he barked.

The tech brought the two gym leaders onto his screen. They were in the practice room, sparring.

"Surge, Koga. I need you now." Giovanni commanded through the intercom. "A colleague of yours has forgotten her place. I suggest you put her back in it. Head Sabrina off at the second level atrium. She has some explaining to do."

He could see the smiles on their faces, even distorted from the security system, as they relished the chance to step out of Sabrina's shadow. Little did they know they were probably heading into a death trap. He didn't know just how extensive Mewtwo's capabilities were, but if they were anything like he paid for them to be, then his two administrators better pray that their third member wasn't coming here to pick a fight.

The obvious question, however, is what was Sabrina doing? How did she discover Mewtwo's existence, find him, and convince him to come to his hideout? Why did she bring Mewtwo here? She must be planning some sort of takeover of the organization. It was the only logical explanation of why she would bring his Pokémon. She must have somehow convinced him to side with her, perhaps with some promise of freedom, or power. Giovanni didn't know though. Mewtwo could have any personality, one of bloodlust most likely.

0o0o0o0o0o0o

"They are undisturbed by our presence,"

Sabrina didn't respond. She simply moved forward along the hallway, past the attentive poses of the rocket grunts and their surprised faces at Mewtwo.

"They recognize you. This organization we are going to destroy, this is your home."

Sabrina was caught again, but she would have an easier time weaving herself out of this question.

"How else would I have discovered you? How else could I know where this hideout was, or know who planned to enslave you?" It wasn't a lie.

Mewtwo was silent for a few moments as they proceeded to the next flight of stairs. The area was empty of any onlookers, and was eerily quiet.

"I suppose your explanation is the most likely one," Mewtwo concluded.

"It is because it is true," Sabrina began, but was caught by a blinding flash of light followed by an explosion at her feet. Mewtwo quickly propped up a barrier that caught the brunt of the burst but Sabrina was still bruised from the impact. A sudden, wailing noise grinded against their ears as they attempted to recover, and a smokescreen began to cover them as another explosive charge hit. As Mewtwo's focus began to collapse a third explosive hit. His barrier finally disintegrated as he attempted to recover, but he became very groggy and both Sabrina and Mewtwo were finally rendered completely helpless, bruised, blinded, deafened, and too distracted from pain and sleepiness to draw power from the psychic portion of their brains.

Lt. Surge turned to Koga and smiled. Their plan went off perfectly. The former Vietnam veteran hefted his modified grenade launcher, fitted to fire Voltorbs rather than bombs, which he found to be much more effective. Sometimes standard ambush techniques work, when properly applied. Overwhelming force, combined with removing the enemy's ability to counterattack always results in victory when effectively applied.

What had actually happened occurred in the space of less than 3 seconds. Just before Mewtwo or Sabrina could see the duo Surge fired off 3 Voltorbs in succession at the landing damaging and blinding the traitor with a Flash followed by an Explosion, while his Magnetons used a Screech attack to further disorient them. Koga meanwhile used a Smokescreen attack from his Weezing and a Sleep Powder attack from his Venomoth. A combination of Surge's raw power and Koga's subtlety, they found it a much more effective variation of the smoke and sonic strategy.

"Muk, retrieve." Koga ordered to his slimy Pokémon, who happily slid along the metal floor into the clearing smoke to restrain his master's enemies.

When the smoke cleared, they did not find two humanoids trapped in Muk's smelly embrace, but Koga's trusted Pokémon, splattered along the walls, with no trace of the two. Their guerilla warfare had failed, and a retaliatory ambush seemed imminent. Their faces portrayed immense surprise and fear. The two pressed their backs against the other, expecting the worst. They could not imagine what happened though, and the capacity to imagine it would not have saved them.

Sabrina and the strange Pokémon had somehow teleported between their backs and shoved them both into the cold metal walls of the hallway with a telekinetic repulse. Their brains were only able to register a sudden shift in momentum however before they stopped from a case of head in wall.

Sabrina tilted her head at the two bodies beside her, and turned to her partner.

"Did you kill them?" she asked, not certain which way she would prefer.

"No. We have nothing to gain from their deaths, and they pose no threat."

Indeed, the two were breathing, severely labored but breathing. They would need medical attention to recover though, and they likely suffered concussions and several bone breakages, fractures, and shatters.

"Must we linger?" Mewtwo asked.

"No," Sabrin replied. "We have nothing to gain."

The two merely continued on towards the next floor.

0o0o0o0o0o0o

Giovanni couldn't believe his eyes, glued to a monitor in his secure office. Surge and Koga operated perfectly. They must have been perfecting that technique for a while now, because he had never seen it before, and it was impressive. The show they put on was the gaudiest display of tactics that he had ever seen. Sun Tzu would be proud to know these men as generals. Yet they had failed. In a period of 3 seconds between Lt. Surge ceasing his volleys and the smoke clearing, the two psychics had recovered, defeated Koga's Muk and teleported away. The camera then went out, but the final frame showed what looked to be a haze between the two men as they flew to the walls beside them, presumably to their deaths.

The situation frustrated Giovanni, but not by the ordeal that was occurring as he sat there. He was frustrated by the fact that ability had triumphed over skill. Giovanni had no special powers, had no innate strength over any other man but became who he was, cunning, powerful in body and mind, brilliant, successful, through practice and dedication. To see such a beautiful strategy foiled by an opponent who was simply strong enough to overcome it rather than cunning or prepared enough was disheartening.

"Ironic that you are disappointed by the aspects you chose of a being you created," he thought.

"I'd think it more ironic that I spent 80 billion dollars to create a monster that will be the end of me," he responded to himself.

"True, although I suppose it is moot, considering that these are your final moments,"

Yes, life is so delicate. One last game he would have to play though, and the stakes were as high as they came. One more battle of diplomacy would separate him from his life. He mentally followed conversation paths, carefully deciding which ones he would have to take.

Time slowed. Anticipation began to grind against his focus, distracting him from the dialogue trees he was forming. He could not be distracted though, he had to carry this out perfectly, and he had to.

The reinforced door to his office crashed into the wall behind it, and psychokinetic waves shocked through his office, shaking his desks and bookshelves and sending anything not rooted to the ground into the air.

Sabrina stepped before his desk facing Giovanni.

Their final duel was about to begin.

"I see you've met Mewtwo." Giovanni politely noted. A safe move, retaining his options and drastically increasing the chances that there would be a conversation instead of his head simply being blown off.

Sabrina became furious, throwing his desk to the side in a feat of psychic prowess. Something about seeing him again was tearing her strong emotional barriers apart. She was devolving. It seemed that nothing was going to save Giovanni for a moment, but Sabrina recollected herself.

"I have. I noticed a discrepancy in your budget, and investigated. I couldn't believe what I had found. You, creating a Pokémon to use as a weapon? I'm here to rescue him from you."

Sabrina had never shown a tendency towards anthropomorphism towards Pokémon. Granted, Mewtwo was a special case, anthropomorphic in the very literal sense of the word. Her concern was fooling neither of them though, and she knew it. Which meant that she wasn't doing it for the sake of either of them. This ploy was directed at Mewtwo.

Sabrina hadn't yet convinced Mewtwo that Sabrina was on his side. This was an alliance of convenience, and Sabrina needed it to be more. Giovanni weighed his new options. Potentially he could convince Mewtwo that he was being deceived, and he would not be killed. If he wasn't careful though he might force Sabrina's hand and she could kill him before he could weaken Mewtwo's resolve. He'd play lower risk cards for now, and work his way up.

"That doesn't seem like you." A statement that guaranteed a response, to kill him now would be far too suspicious.

"You don't know me." It was an effective counter, putting control back in Sabrina's hand, but it also offered him another prong to attack with.

"I believe I do know you, Sabrina. I may know you better than you know yourself. I in fact know what specifically is making this so hard for you right now, why you haven't killed me yet." A riskier gambit, a less stable persona could take the last bit as a challenge, but Sabrina was curious enough to wait.

He hoped.

"What is it that you think you know, Giovanni?" she challenged.

"I'm standing between you and your ultimate goal, but you haven't killed me yet because you are suffering from hormones. Your physiological signs are much more subtle, but they are there. Your casual frustration, shortness of breath, near blushes occasionally, they all show it. You find me attractive, and I assure you it is reciprocated."

Sabrina didn't expect this at all. In a single motion Giovanni had turned the tables. What he said shouldn't have turned the tables though, it should have been just a desperate shot in the dark, but inside she knew it wasn't. She wanted him in fact. She had all this time been suffering from lovesickness. It was almost disgusting, that someone as strong as her was still vulnerable to this. Her emotions began to pour out, infatuation towards Giovanni, lust for power, guilt for Blaine's death. She was, for the first time since her childhood, an emotional wreck. She collapsed to her knees and began to shake. She didn't cry, she never had. She struggled to regain composure but couldn't. She had lost.

Giovanni began to comfort her, saying, "It doesn't have to be like this, Sabrina. There is no need for it to end now. "

Sabrina finally began to regain self-control, and she realized that it did have to be like this. She had, in fact, gone too far. Mewtwo was still standing by her, puzzled, and worried. She had to pull through. Blaine was dead, and if she didn't act now, Mewtwo would no he had been lied to. They could both be at risk. She had to salvage the situation, the only way she could.

She wanted it to be like this in fact. This was infatuation, nothing more. Giovanni could not play with her emotions to get what he wanted. Imagine what sort of relationship might occur if she allowed that! Here she was at the verge of power. No simple hormones were going to stop her now.

She grabbed Giovanni and pulled him close, leaned over and whispered into his ear. "You were right, Giovanni. I am infatuated. If you had acted sooner this might never had happened. It's too late to think about what could have happened now."

Giovanni's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.

"Mewtwo, kill him." Sabrina commanded.

Mewtwo was merciful though. His death was instantaneous; his lifeless body fell backwards out of Sabrina's grip.

"Now?" Mewtwo asked.

"We destroy this place," Sabrina said, quieting the emotions screaming inside her. She was the master of herself, not these emotions. "Leave no trace of what happened."

Suddenly she was outside the Game Corner, the building erupting in flames, Mewtwo beside her.

"What do we do next?"

She had done it. She had truly done it. The final result was in fact better than she had imagined. She had created a master-servant relationship with Mewtwo. She was truly omnipotent now. Everything she had done so far was worth it, Giovanni's death included. Sabrina was going to rule the world.

"Stop!" A young woman's voice shouted. "By the power vested in me by Celadon City, as gym leader of the city, I herby place you under arrest for several instances of kidnapping, theft, arson, and suspected murder.

Erika, the gym leader of the city was here to oppose her. Erika was no match for Sabrina regardless, but with Mewtwo at her side, she was absolutely pitiful. No narcoleptic tree-hugger was going to stand between her and the universe.

"Mewtwo, destroy her." Sabrina commanded.

"No." came back instantaneously.

"What?" Sabrina asked, puzzled and afraid.

"I see why you saved me. I see why you had me destroy the fortress. You came to me for power. You shall have none of mine. I am master of myself, servant of no one else. I will not kill for your benefit."

No. Everything was crashing down. All she had worked for was collapsing at her feet.

"I gave up everything for you!" she fiercely replied.

"That is not my concern."

Mewtwo began to fly away north, towards Cerulean. It was over. Everything she had fought for was dead. She had nothing now, but a warrant for her arrest. And she had killed the one man she ever cared for. A tear, singular, began to fall down Sabrina's cheek. She never realized just how delicate the world was, how foolish her plan had been, how blinded she had been by a greed for power.

Erika was slightly moved by this sight, the first person to see Sabrina cry. She had a duty though. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs, preparing to bring Sabrina to justice.

She never got that chance though. Sabrina waved her hand sorrowfully, as though someone was about to go away on a long voyage, then vanished into the mist of the late night air.

A/N: I really hope you liked it, I put a lot of effort into this chapter seeing as its almost as long as the rest of the story, which is why I'd really like a review. Remember, unless I get some more reviews, there will be NO EPILOGUE. YOU WANT THE EPILOGUE. IT'S GOOD. WRITE A REVIEW. YOUR GOD COMMANDS IT.

Goodbye, and have a pleasant day.