Little green electric type Pokemon was quickly moving toward the farthest corner of the back garden belonging to the huge house of his owners. No matter how much food he received every day, this Electrike inherited the stinginess of his ancestors and always kept every single bite he couldn't eat for "emergencies". He was persistent in doing this, even though all of his friends made fun of him, because most of the buried leftovers always got eaten by bugs. That day, he was in a particularly good mood. In fact, his mood was so good, he'd maybe even finally eat some of the tasty food he kept there. He licked his lips and felt electricity running through his fur.

"Hey, Jock!" The Electrike heard someone calling him. It sounded like Lady, his neighbor, but it was almost like her voice changed. He looked at the slim figure running towards him. No doubt, that Pokemon was purple and since Lady was an Eevee, it was impossible for her to be that color. What happened to her? After a few seconds of intense thinking, a creature stopped in front of Jock. The Electrike smiled.

"Would you look at that, our little Lassie evolved, is that right?"

"That is correct, Jock." Lady sat in front of her friend, trying to look as much ladylike as possible. While she was an Eevee, she looked cute, but a bit funny as well, doing this. Something like a little girl trying out her mother's high-heeled shoes. But now, as an Espeon, she looked elegant and simply...

"You're beautiful now, Lassie." Jock couldn't help but blush a little. Even though he knew her since she was little and always thought of her as a baby sister, he had to admit she had grown into a fine Lady. He coughed and even let out a small spark to snap out. Lady giggled at his behavior.

"Has Trusty seen you yet?" Mentioned Pokemon also lived in the neighborhood. He was Jock's closest, if not the only friend beside Lady.

"No, but we could go to him to say hi." The newly evolved Espeon was excited. She finally achieved the goal that was both hers and Jim's and Darling's as well. One could easily see great pride practically radiating from her.

The two friends found Trusty, a Torkoal, asleep in the sunniest spot he could find. They just observed him in silence for a while. He was dreaming and in his dreams he was tracking criminals alongside some of the best police officers. That was what Lady was told, anyways. But she always wondered why he had that exact dream, as well as why it was so important not to wake him up from it.

"You see, Lassie..." Lady jumped a bit from the sudden sound of Jock's voice. "I don't know if letting him dream is a smart choice, but..." He looked at his oldest friend, who was snoring quietly, occasionally releasing small clouds of white smoke."But you see, his father and all of his ancestors from father's side were Herdier, Pokemon trained especially for the police. He really wants to track down criminals as well, but he lacks speed and a strong sense of smell." Jock whispered the last few words.

Lady looked at the Torkoal again. He looked happy in his sleep. Actually, he looked happy most of the time, but who could have guessed he had such a background. No matter, she decided she wouldn't treat him differently from before. He was a good friend, after all.

"See for yourself, Lassie." The Electrike pointed at a small Wurple crawling right in front of Trusty's nose. Slowly, the Torkoal got up, stuck his nose into the ground and began to follow the Worm Pokemon. It was impossible to tell whether he was awake or not. The little Wurmple quickly realized it was in no danger at all. It was "escaping" from Trusty a few minutes and then suddenly dove into a hole in the ground. Trusty kept going and crashed into a tree.

"Trusty, are you all right?" Lady rushed to his side. Jock took a deep breath and almost cried. This was humiliating. No one deserved this.

"Of course, I'm all right! Now, where did it go? Where? Where?" Trusty rotated on the spot, muttering some unrecognizable words to himself and releasing smoke from the hole on his back. Lady started coughing and then Torkoal noticed the big change.

"Why, if it isn't miss Lady?" The Espeon looked as proud as she possibly could. She was proud of herself and it was wonderful to see that their friends are happy for her.

"The time flies, my dear old Trusty." Jock sat next to the Torkoal, so that both of them were facing Lady. "Look at her now, what a fine young woman she turned into."

"Yeah, as my grandpappy, Ol' Reliable used to say...Now, I don't recollect if I ever mentioned Ol' Reliable before?" His words reminded Lady of extremely chewy food. He spoke so slowly like he wants to stress every movement of his mouth.

"Yeah, you have mentioned him, Laddie." Jock sighed. His friend was getting really old and lately he was showing more signs of memory loss than ever. Little Electrike couldn't imagine what it would be without this clumsy, but loyal Torkoal. They were friends their whole lives. Trying to think of something less horrifying, he turned to Lady, who was checking out her reflection in Trusty's water bowl. Yes, fire-types need to drink as well.

"So, Lassie, since you're a psychic type now, would you mind showing us some of your new powers?" He smiled, but that was just to hide his concern about Trusty.

"Why, Jock, you can't just ask miss Lady to do this sort of things for your amusement. Where are your manners, friend?" Torkoal released some smoke again. He wasn't really mad at Jock. he was just very...pedant when it came to manners and rules.

"It is perfectly fine and normal to ask that, Jock, but you see, I only just evolved and the truth is..." She lowered her voice to the barely audible level. "I still don't know how to use them."

"Miss Lady ma'am, I'm sure you'll master them in no time." Trusty put on his biggest smile. He was always so supportive.

"I really hope so." Lady's eyes suddenly had a small trace of doubt in them. "Trusty, Jock...would you mind if I tried one of my powers right now?"

Her friends nodded. Espeon took a deep breath and the gem on her forehead sparkled a bit. Her eyes turned blue and she faced Trusty's water bowl, trying to lift it with her power. The green object rose a fer centimeters, then suddenly fell down, spilling some of its content.

"Oh, Trusty, I am so sorry for this. I shouldn't have tried it just yet."

"It is all right, miss Lady, ma'am. You are still young, you have to try out everything you can do. Nothing can be done without practice." Saying that, the Torkoal faced the sky and used Fire Spin. It was truly beautiful, especially considering the fact this was one of the moments he didn't pretend to be a Herdier. Jock almost cried out of happiness. He quickly responded by sending a Discharge attack to collide with the flames. Finally, Lady sent her Shadow Ball, to break the combination into millions of sparkles. They smiled at each other. They knew they'd always be the best of friends.

"Lady, where are you? Lady?" The Espeon heard the voice of Jim Dear. He was returning home from work. She waved goodbye with her tail to her friends and rushed to race her master to the porch. She was always the winner. When she was still a baby, Jim would let her win, but now there was no chance for the human to win. Especially if Lady used Quick Attack.

"You get faster every day, my dear." Jim smiled, exhausted, at his Pokemon. Then he held the door for her, even though there were small doors just for her. "Ladies first. Let's get inside, Daniel sent me some ideas for your training. You'll have to learn some psychic-type moves now, right?"

Lady was excited about this. She ran to greet Darling and found the most comfortable place between the two armchairs, Jim Dear's and Darling's.

"Let's see. I have a list of recommended moves here and I think she needs to know at least one status move." Jim said this trying to sound important. Daniel at the Training Center told him some reasons why is that such a good idea, but he completely forgot.

"This all sound so great, Jim Dear." Darling took the list of the moves. "I like this one, Morning Sun."

"Nice pick, Darling. You see, Espeon if one of the very few Pokemon who can learn that move." Daniel had told him the exact number, but Jim's memory wasn't always something to be trusted.

"What do you say, Lady?" Darling petted her and showed her the picture of some butterfly-like Pokemon using the move. Lady nodded, smiling happily.

"And that leaves us with a psychic-type move. I mean, she can't be a psychic type without knowing a move of that type. Let's see..." Jim and Darling were looking through the attacks. Lady remembered the attack she tried to use earlier. She let out a quiet cry and pointed to the picture of round, pink Pokemon whose eyes were glowing blue.

"So, Psychic is your choice, Lady?" Lady nodded a few times, looking happier than ever. Both of her masters knew there was just no point in persuading her to learn some other attack. Jim's favorite was Zen Headbutt, while Darling hoped Lady would pick Psybeam. But everything she picked for herself was always fine with them. maybe they even spoiled her a bit.

Over the next month, Lady surpassed everyone's expectations, learning the moves in almost no time. Of course, there was still room for improvement, but her results were more than pleasing. She was just so perfectly happy. Life could hardly be better than that.

At first, Tramp was simply disappointed. He had no idea how boring these fancy parts can actually be. Everything was clean and tidy and there was just no fun in exploring something that was in such an order. But still, there were few things that were making him stay. At first, he was very careful about not being seen but then he realized that most of the people didn't care at all. The truth was, not many of them could tell Pokemon of one type from those of another type, so they had no idea that Tramp was, in fact, a dark type, which meant almost absolute freedom for the Umbreon. As long as he stayed away from the Pokemon catchers.

Of course, there were others, the ones who could tell right away what kind of Pokemon Tramp actually was. Most of them were really angry with all the rules about so called evil types, so they fed the Umbreon regularly, as a sign of protest. He quickly learned where to find truly delicious food. Some of those people cooked even better than Tony.

Even though life wasn't as interesting as it was at home, something kept Tramp there for a month. Then he realized what it was. Many humans knew about him, but what about their well guarded Pokemon pets? He really wished to meet one of them. Probably just for the fun of it. Maybe it'll be a pretty girl? Tramp smiled at that idea. He could always get any girl he wanted. With happy thoughts, he searched the backyards, in hopes of finding a good company.