Disclaimer: These characters are based on aspects of both Pokemon, and Final Fantasy. While the characters themselves are mine, I do not own the themes. Or something like that. Cool corporations like Squaresoft, and Nintendo own them.

Just a note: script form for this chapter. . . I was trying it out. I might rewrite it later if it proves to be annoying in the long run.

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Setting: Our patient is walking down a long corridor with the doctor. She is wearing a hospital gown, and is very aware of her surroundings. The doctor walks along with a clipboard in one hand, but keeps his eye on the girl.

DOCTOR: I'm glad that you've started to come to your senses, B-5. I thought that we might have to trash you and start over with another specimen. *He stares at her as he says this, but she gives no response whatsoever.* It looks like we can finally send you out on a mission, to test your powers, if you will.

B-5: *dully* My mission?

DOCTOR: Always one to get to the point. *He walks down a new corridor, as she follows, glaring at him. This corridor is lined with various forms of genetically enhanced Pokemon, and none look too happy with their situation.* It looks like you get to go back to school my dear.

B-5: *monotone* Where am I to attend?

DOCTOR: You should remember it quite well. You were only thrown out for reckless behavior.

B-5: *rage fills her face, causing her to spit with anger. Still, her voice is calm.* It isn't my fault that Veronica wasn't sufficient enough to realize that pitting her Charmeleon against my Venosaur was certain death for it.

DOCTOR: *chiding with glee* But then again, you probably shouldn't have been battling with an illegally enhanced Pokemon with the Dean's daughter. *looking back at the girl smiling* I heard she had raised that Charmeleon half of her life. . .

B-5: Her loss. It was weak.

DOCTOR: Too bad it encouraged them to put your Venosaur out of it's misery.

B-5: *wincing at the memory* Things happen. *thinking angrily* That's right. . . tell him what he wants to hear. . .

DOCTOR: *scribbles down a few notes* With that out of the way, you are to choose a new Pokemon for your re-entry into Pokemon tech, where, in disguise, you will infiltrate the main systems and copy all of their data. *grins* Not to mention steal a few samples while you're at it. . .

B-5: Understood.

DOCTOR: Well, I can only say that I am pleased with your recovery, B-5. Only you and one other made it out of the original fifty.

B-5: *whispering* Teb. . .

DOCTOR: What was that?

B-5: *composing herself* Dead. Only weak minded fools wouldn't be able to survive your. . . experiments.

DOCTOR: *smiling wickedly* You know I can't wait to see you in action. *traces a dirty finger down her cheek. She stiffens, but makes no move to react to him.*

B-5: Are you always this open with your specimens?

DOCTOR: *laughs, and then slaps her across the face. Her head jerks to the side* You've sold your soul to Team Rocket, B-5. Be thankful I've kept my assistants in check. *keeps walking down the corridor, as Pokemon in their cages shirk away*

B-5: *a drop of blood trickles down her chin, and she makes no move to wipe it away. She follows him* I have no doubt of the things you could have done. . . *smiles* but my contract with Giovanni was very explicit on certain factors of my handling.

DOCTOR: Stop telling me things I already know. *stops in front of a cage* Here's your Pokemon.

*B-5 looks up and gasps. The cage is barely large enough to hold the giant gold-furred Ninetails that sits patiently in the cage, unlike the others. It has to be twice it's normal size, and she notices the milky texture of it's eyes.*

B-5: *turning to the Doctor* Blind?

DOCTOR: Yes, though a Ninetails has the eyesight of a professional sniper, there were thoughts that it's ability could be doubled.

B-5: Like its size.

DOCTOR: Very good. . . but unfotunately our attempts were in vain. *sighs* At least this particular pokemon is a breakthrough in other areas of research.

B-5: What am I to do with a blind pokemon?

DOCTOR: *smirking* It's blindness really doesn't matter with all the psionic abilities we've laced it with.

B-5: *studies it for a moment* Does HE have a name?

DOCTOR: *smiling wickedly* No. . . but you can name him whatever you want. Maybe even. . . Tebriel? *the doctor starts to laugh aa B-5 glares at him. He then presses a code and lowers the glass to the creatures cage. It obediently pads out and stands next to B-5.* Go back to your room now. You get to choose your new outfit. Not to mention the other clothing you will need for school. *with that, he walks off*

B-5: *staring after him* Bastard. *looks at the Ninetails* Well, c'mon I guess. *she starts walking down the hall, and it obediently pads after her. from time to time, she looks back at it curiously, but it stays silent* Creepy. . .

Vroom vroom!