You sat in the Pokecenter nervously awaiting the news on how your Pokemon was. You and (P/N) hated battling and therefore were inexperienced which proved to be fatal for the both of you when you were forced to engage in a battle. There was no way of knowing that an angry Druddigon resided inside the cave that you and your Pokemon wandered into to seek shelter from the pouring rain outside. It was only after the Druddigon attacked did you realize what foolish mistake you had made.

Now, (P/N) was in a critical state and you worried desperately for his health. He was your first and only Pokemon you've ever had and he stuck by your side for all these years, you couldn't imagine going on any more journeys without him. Just thinking about it seemed wrong.

You turned your head as you heard the door to the Pokecenter open and watched as a young man with long, green hair stumbled inside clutching his left shoulder where blood was seeping from beneath his shirt. He needed medical attention immediately but Nurse Joy was still taking care of (P/N). You jumped up and ran over to his side.

"What happened to you?" you asked worriedly. He didn't reply but he did give you a look of distrust. Ignoring it, you helped him sit down on a bench before searching frantically for a medical kit. After finding it, you rushed back over to him and sat beside him.

"Will you let me take care of your wounds?" you asked. "Please, I only just want to help you."

He looked at you and his eyes softened a bit. He nodded his head and thanked you before attempting to pull off his shirt which was met with an excruciating amount of pain on his end.

"No, don't do that, you'll only end up hurting yourself more. I'm going to have to cut your shirt open so I can safely get to your wound. Is that okay?"

He nodded once again in reply. There wasn't much for you to cut considering how badly his shirt was torn when he first arrived. In no time you had already cleaned and dressed his wound. Even if he didn't show it, you knew he was in a lot of pain so you didn't want to leave him alone. You decided that striking up a conversation would be the best thing to do.

"Can you tell me now what happened to you?" you asked curiously.

He hesitated for a moment before finally answering. "I was trying to stop Team Plasma from taking innocent Pokemon. I was able to free them, but Team Plasma's Pokemon was able to attack me," he said softly.

"Don't you have Pokemon of your own? Why didn't you battle them?"

"Pokemon are my friends, not slaves to do my bidding. I believe that a trainer should fight to protect their Pokemon, not the other way around."

You looked at him in shock. You had never met another trainer like him and honestly, you fully supported his views. That's the reason why you never battled with your Pokemon, you never wanted to see him get hurt. Even when you had no other choice but to battle you still felt bad about how injured he got.

"I agree," you told him. "My Pokemon and I don't like battling. We prefer traveling around Unova and learning new things."

"How did you manage to find yourself here then?" he asked suspiciously.

You lowered your head, ashamed of what happened earlier that day. "A wild Druddigon attacked us so (P/N) battled it to protect me. He won, but he ended up getting severely hurt in the process."

N softly gasped in surprise when your teardrop landed on his hand. Throughout his journey, he's never seen another trainer who cared so dearly about their Pokemon other than you. At first, he believed that your sincerity was fake like most humans, but after seeing you cry over your injured Pokemon, he had no doubt that you truly did care for Pokemon.

You suddenly felt a warm hand in your trembling one and you looked up to see him looking intensely at you.

"You shouldn't cry," he said softly. "If your Pokemon willingly battled to protect you, he must really care about you. I'm sure he'll be fine, just put your faith in Nurse Joy."

You nodded and brushed the last of your tears away. A small smile appeared on your face, grateful for the encouragement that the sweet guy was giving you. The sweet guy whose name you still didn't know.

"I almost forgot," you said turning to face him. "What's your name? I'm (F/N)."

"N," he replied, worried of what you'd make of his odd name.

"Short and simple. I like it," you said with a smile.

"You do?"

"Of course. It's original and I don't have to worry about forgetting it so that's a plus."

Slowly, a smile of his own spread across his face. "Thank you, (F/N)."

Before you could reply, Nurse Joy walked out into the room which you and N were waiting, pushing a cart which your Pokemon excitedly sat on, looking as healthy as ever.

"(P/N)!" you cried as you ran over to him and hugged him. (P/N) chirped happily when it saw that you were unharmed from earlier's ordeal. N's smile never wavered as he listened to how concerned your Pokemon was over you even though he was in worse conditions.

"Oh my," Nurse Joy gasped as she saw N. "How bad are your injuries?"

"There's no need to worry about me. I'm a lot better now," he said reassuring her.

"When you were taking care of (P/N), I took care of his wounds," you said, happy that you lessen N's pain.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at it?" Nurse Joy asked concernedly.

"I promise I'm fine. But I would appreciate it if I could stay the night here."

"Of course! I'll go get a room ready now," she replied before scurrying off.

You sat back down in your spot right next to N with your Pokemon sitting between the both of you. N slowly petted (P/N) and asked, "So what do you think about (F/N)?"

Your Pokemon told N about how good and caring of a trainer you were, also mentioning all the good memories you two had beginning from the day you two met. N looked up at you and smiled once again.

"So what'd he say?" you asked jokingly.

"He told me how caring you are and how you took him in when his last trainer abandoned him," N said, sadness tinted his eyes from thinking about how sad (P/N) must have felt when his older trainer abandoned him.

"How do you know that?" you asked him, shocked that he knew about that day.

His smile wavered as he replied. "Because I can talk to Pokemon."

You stared at him in shock for a couple of seconds before a huge smile broke across your face. "That's so amazing."

N was surprised at first that you actually believed him, but he then realized that he should've known by now that you were different than most people.

"Hey, N?" you asked hesitantly.

"Hmm?"

"Even with (P/N) by my side, traveling can get lonely. I'd really like to travel with you and help you protect Pokemon from Team Plasma. And besides, you're going to need someone to care to you if you ever get hurt like that again."

N thought about this for a moment. He always preferred traveling with just his Pokemon by his side but he already knew that you were different than most people. That you truly cared for all Pokemon's safety. He realized that with two hearts as big his and yours, the two of you might actually be capable of taking down Team Plasma once and for all.

"I'd love to have your company."