#H50 Pokemon Fusion

[mcdannoangelwolf]

THank you so much to @ellena-asg for this prompt. Their Pokemon number was Charizard. I took this in what I thought was a fun direction. Making it about a Shiny Charizard.

Like i said before I pulled A LOT of the technical stuff, (how pokeballs work and how Charizard flies, etc) out of the air or just made it up lol. I hope that everyone enjoys the story. This story has no connection to to my future Pokemon Fusion. Thought it might be the start of an entirely different one. I don't know yet. For now it is just a stand alone story.

Pics of the featured Pokemon, Charizard and Blissey, can be found at the end of the story.

Steve was wading through the shallows after his morning swim, water sloshing around his hips, when he spotted something glinting in the sun on the beach ahead of him. Quickening his pace, such as he could, Steve sped up. He wanted to get to the item before the water and sand buried it once more. Steve was always careful to keep his beach free of debris tossed up by the sea especially that made of metal and glass.

 His safety aside he frequently opened his private beach to Danny during his visitation with Grace and Charlie. He wouldn’t want them, or their pokes’ injured. Finally, a bit out of breath from jogging through the sand and surf, Steve managed to reach the spot where the light had been reflecting. Digging through the sand he was surprised to pull up an iron-gray pokeball. He couldn’t tell if the color had been worn away by the sand and seawater or if that was just how the ball was. When he clicked the ring it expanded, slowly, with a slight whine.

 As he went to press the switch though he hesitated. The ball appeared to be old and disused. Like every sailor, SEAL, and seafarer he knew ocean water could prematurely age things. There was a chance that the ball had only been in the water for a few months or even weeks. Most pokes’, after they were caught, weren’t too bad around strangers but there was always a chance that, if it was in use, the pokémon could lash out at him.

 It wasn’t like he had a poke' of his own to protect him, and he didn’t want to have to shoot it or something. Steve headed inside, thumb running over and over the smooth surface of the ball, as he debated opening it or leaving it closed.

 On the lanai, he set the ball down and shucked his trunks. He dunked the garment in a bucket of fresh water a few times before wringing them out and laying them across the back of the chair to dry. With one last glance at the ball, he headed inside for a shower, reasoning it would still be there when he came back.

 Once cleaned up and dressed for the day, and fortified with a cup of coffee in hand, he came back out and took up the ball. While showering he had decided it was best to see if the ball was even in use before wasting time taking it to the Pokemon Center. Chances were the thing was empty, trash improperly disposed of, and the entire “dilemma” was a moot point. The second greatest chance was that it was a smaller or weaker pokemon, something that wouldn’t pose much of a threat. Trainers, good or bad, tended to keep a better on their stronger or rarer species. On the off chance that it was something large or aggressive, Steve had his sidearm at his hip. He hoped a few air-shots would cow the possibly restless poke' long enough for him to trigger the Return Command.

 Setting his mostly empty coffee mug on the chair arm Steve took the ball and moved further into his yard. At the line where the grass met sand, one hand hovering over his weapon, Steve tapped the button.

 And nothing happened. Tapping it again, harder this time, Steve heard a faith whir from the ball but it still refused to open. After inspecting the seam and hinge for damage, and finding none, Steve tried a third time. Aside from the whir, a bit louder this time, nothing happened.

 Stuffing the ball in one of his cargo pockets Steve headed back to the house, silently chiding himself. Of course the ball wasn’t going to open. After being submerged in water for who knows how long, and probably being banged around as well, the mechanics were probably damaged. He just hoped that if it was active that the poke’ inside was safe.

 ‘Honestly,’ Steve thought as he snatched up his mug and headed for the kitchen, ‘Shouldn’t have tried to open it anyway. Should have taken it straight to the Center. Bad etiquette to try and open another trainer's ball.’

 ‘You’re not a trainer.’ A nagging voice in the back of his skull whispered back as he washed out his mug.

 Gritting his teeth against the sour feeling in his stomach Steve pushed the thought away. It was stupid to dwell on old issues, pointless issues. Setting his mug in the strainer to dry Steve headed out; grabbing his phone and keys as he went.

 He’d drop the ball at the Center on his way in and that would be the end of it. If it was active they’d be able to find the trainer, eventually, and could take care of its inhabitant until they did.

***

  Steve paced through the small waiting area while checking his watch. Again. He had arrived at the Center an hour ago and handed off the ball to the waiting Joy. She took one look at it, snatched it up, and ran to the back room, admonishing him to have a seat as she went. Steve had waited at the counter, confused, before turning to find a fuzzy pink Blissey standing behind him.

 “Bli bli.” She had intoned before grabbing his wrist in an iron grip and dragging him into the waiting area.

 “I was going to sit down, on my own.” Steve had told her as she shoved him onto a chair.

  Steve had texted Danny a sitrep and told him to hold down the fort. At half an hour he had gone to the counter to ask for an update only to find the Blissey there. After forty minutes he decided to leave his contact info and head to the office. He had left the note with the Blissey but when he tried to leave she had, in the blink of an eye, appeared to block his exit.

 “I need to work, just have the nurse call me and I’ll explain everything.” Steve had told her but the Blissey’s face clouded over and her eyes narrowed as she pointed to the waiting area. Not willing to be taken down by a giant walking egg Steve had gone back to the waiting room.

 At forty-five minutes he started to get nervous and started pacing. He was worried he had screwed up when he tried to open the ball. He hadn’t even held a Pokeball in over a decade. Glancing at the counter again, only to find it still manned by Blissey, Steve dropped back onto his chair.

 “Bli blee!” Steve jerked as Blissey once more showed up out of nowhere, if he hadn’t known better he’d swear she was Teleporting. Before he could say or do anything she once more grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him behind her.

 Knowing it was pointless to try and argue with the pokémon he let himself be dragged into the backroom. The pair washed up in a dim room filled with enough computer equipment to make Chin weak in the knees, as well as a large poke-incubator. The dark-haired Joy that had taken the Pokeball stood nearby with a man in a Jennies' Uniform.

 “Commander McGarrett,” The man held out his hand as he spoke, “I’m officer Makoa, and I’m with the Jennies. This is Kailani, one of the Joys here. Can you explain how came by this Pokeball?” Officer Makoa indicated the Nurse briefly before turning to the Pokeball.

 Steve’s hackles immediately went up. Officer Makoa’s tone was accusatory and suspicious.

 “I was swimming this morning and saw it half buried in the sand on the beach. Why?” Steve drew himself up to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest. Danny might have called this posturing but he was getting tired of the runaround.

 “Where were you swimming, which beach; were there any others?” The Officer asked, pulling out a small notepad and pen.

 “I was swimming at home. It’s my private beach, I’m not telling you my address, and no there weren’t any others. And I’m not answering any more questions until you tell me what the hell is going on here.” Steve stepped into Makoa’s space, towering over the shorter man. Makao, to his credit, didn’t look scared despite stepping back a pace.

 “Commander McGarrett, “ The Joy spoke up from where she was hooking the Pokeball up to…something, “I’m Kailani, a Joy here at the pokémon center. This isn’t a standard pokeball. This is an old Rocketball.”

 “A Rocketball, Team Rocket? They’ve been defunct for over a decade.” Steve stepped around Makoa to the nurses’ side.

 “Indeed, given the condition of the ball, I’d say that it’s been at sea for several years. In the last years of Team Rocket’s influence, they tried to relocate to Hawaii. They weren’t successful. I imagine this ball was on one of the freighters they used for smuggling.”

 “Can you tell if it is active,” Steve asked, attention now completely on Kailani and the Pokeball, “I tried to open it, see if anything was inside, but it wouldn’t budge.”

 Kailani, now typing on a laptop, nodded at Steve before gesturing to the ball.

 “It’s active yes. You couldn’t open it because this particular ball is what used to be called a Lock Ball. Lock Balls were designed to fit on a belt equipped with fingerprint recognition. Removing the ball without scanning the owners' print locked it, making it unusable.” As Kailani spoke the ring around the ball switch started to flash red.

 “Does that mean you can’t open it? The poke’ is trapped inside?” Steve questioned, stepping closer to the apparatus the ball was resting in.

“Of course I can,” Kailani replied with a laugh, “Fingerprint tech was in its infancy when this Ball was built. It’s easily bypassed with today’s tech. I do need your help, however.” At that, she moved away from the laptop and held out what Steve recognized as a fingerprint scanner. Steve just raised his eyebrows.

 “To open the balls system I need to reprogram it to a new trainer. Standard procedure, in recovering a pokémon from a criminal organization, is to transfer it to law enforcement for assessment and treatment.” Kailani explained but Steve shook his head.

 “I’ve had exactly one pokemon in my life, twenty years ago. I’m not a trainer. You should get someone else to do it.” Steve tried to step back but Officer Makoa spoke up.

 “Sadly there isn’t time Mr. McGarrett. Joy Kailani was explaining just before you came in, the Ball is starting to fail. The Pokemon inside needs to be transferred to a new trainer's biometrics as soon as possible. I have a full team registered to me and can’t take another, Joy Kailani isn’t law enforcement. It has to be you.”

 “Don’t worry Commander McGarrett,” Kailani spoke softly while glaring at Officer Makoa, “It is only a temporary transfer. If you wish once the Pokemon is stable it can be transferred to another handler. For now though, to open the ball, I need to place it under your care. You’re still listed as a trainer in the Hawaiian Database.” Kailani once more held out the scanner pad. With a deep breath, Steve pressed his thumb to it.

 The scanner glowed green for a moment while it took down his information. Once it was done the laptop pinged and Kailani set it aside to go back to typing away. Trying to ignore the pit in his stomach at having a poke’ registered to him Steve could only watch the ball. The indicator ring continued to lazily flash red. As he watched Steve realized that the flashes were slowing down and becoming dimmer and his worry increased. This time for the poke’ inside. Before he could say anything though the flashing stopped altogether and the ring turned a pale blue.

 “I’ve overlaid your fingerprint on the balls lock system,” Kaillani spoke as she moved to Steve’s side, handing him a white pokeball with a red seam. A Premier Ball, “The Lock Ball’s systems are failing so you need to initiate a Ball Transfer. I’ve programmed this one with your old trainer ID. Once transferred the pokémon should behave like a traded pokémon.”

 “Should,” Steve questioned as he took the ball from her, “You don’t sound very confident.” Kailani just shrugged.

“I can’t be one hundred percent certain Commander. We have no way of knowing what kind of pokémon is in the ball, or how long it had been with its previous trainer. There are a lot of factors that we just can’t account for. The best outcome, the pokémon inside will be obedient to you, to an undeterminable extent. Worst case, it rebels. We just don’t know. Won’t know until we know.” With that Kailani motioned to the Lock Ball.

 Ignoring the slight shaking in his hand Steve held up the Premier Ball until its switch pressed into the Lock Balls switch. The two balls popped open and, in a flash of pale blue light, the pokémon’s energy form transferred from the Lock Ball to the Premier ball.

“Now what?” Steve asked quietly. The weight of the pokeball hadn’t changed, of course, but it felt heavier in his hand.

 “Now we see what kind of condition the pokémon is in. Just put the ball in the incubator.” Kailani directed quietly.

 Steve followed her to the incubator and did as instructed. Kalani typed some commands into the incubators keypad and the Premier Ball shook a moment before opening. As the red light of the pokémon’s energy form took shape Steve felt his jaw drop.

 “Is that…” Officer Makoa started, voice trailing off into silence.

 “A black Charizard.” Steve finished as the hulking fire type, sleeping, completely took form.

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 “I swear to god you spit another fireball at me, you overgrown fucking bottle rocket, and I’ll shove this extinguisher down your throat,” Steve growled, brandishing the single-hand extinguisher at the pissed-off Charizard.

 Charizard was sat on his beach, tail held high away from the surf, glaring at him over his scarred muzzle. It had been just over two weeks since he’d brought the Pokemon home. For the first few days, it had been alright. Charizard, who had been trapped in his ball for at least five years but likely more, had still been recovering from hibernation sickness. He’d been lethargic, but compliant. He’d rapidly regained his energy though and had since been a pain in Steve’s ass. In addition to hibernation sickness, Charizard needed physical therapy to get his strength back. Especially his flight muscles. Being in hibernation for so long left them too weak to lift him.

 While he may have needed the treatment the Pokemon refused to listen to Steve every time he tried to guide him through the exercises. Every day Charizard’s temper had gotten worse and worse, and Steve’s patience had worn thinner and thinner. Now they were here, a stalemate in his backyard, with Steve either dodging or extinguishing fireballs shot at him every time he tried to get close to him.

 “Listen,” Steve pitched his voice soft and cajoling, “You may not like the exercises, but you need them. If you’d just listen to me…” Steve took a few cautious steps forward as he spoke…and had to quickly duck to dodge a stream of fire shot at him.

 “You son of…overgrown…giant pain in…fucking sparkler.” Steve spat out half a dozen half-curses as he lay in the sand. Charizard wouldn’t try to hurt him, he was pretty sure, so he let himself lay on the ground and regain his composure.

 Once he was calmed down Steve got to his feet. Charizard was looking out at the ocean, his back turned to Steve. Not for the first time, Steve let his eyes scour over the pokémon. He had thin white scars scattered all around his black hide. Joy Kailani hadn’t been able to determine if they were left over from past battles…or something more sinister.

 Despite being thieves and criminals Team Rocket had been known, for the most part, to treat their pokémon fairly well. Pokémon Cruelty was one of the few things most members hadn’t been guilty of. Steve wasn’t so sure though. Some of the scars were jagged zigzags, others perfectly straight. Steve supposed they could have gone either way…but something in his gut didn’t sit right when he looked at them.

 Pokemon were tough creatures, tougher than normal animals, and rarely scarred. Either from battles or abuse. They weren’t questions Steve could answer today. Maybe not ever. With a sigh, he plucked the Premier ball off his belt and pointed it at Charizard.

 “Alright, asshole. I’m done with you for now. Return.” In a flash, Charizard returned to his ball, the only command he would follow. Once Charizard was safely tucked away on his belt Steve headed for the house. Only to find Danny standing on the lanai, two beers held by the necks in one hand and another single-hand extinguisher in the other.

 “How long have you been standing there?” Embarrassment crept up Steve’s spine as he spoke. He had been lucky thus far in that Danny, an accomplished League-level Trainer, hadn’t seen his floundering attempts to work with Charizard.

 “I got here around ‘candy ass roman candle’,” Danny replied, smiling slightly as he held out the beers.

 “So you pretty much got the whole show.” Steve sighed, taking the beer and dropping into one of the chairs.

 “If you say so, babe,” Danny replied, taking the other chair.

 “What the fuck am I doing Danny? I’m not a trainer. What in the hell made me think I could rehab a fucking Charizard?” Steve groaned, dropping his head into his hands, beer forgotten on the ground by his feet.

 “Charizards are considered one of the more stubborn fire types. But I have it good authority that you are far more stubborn than they are.” Danny replied quietly and Steve could hear the grin in his voice. Steve looked up from his hands to, indeed, find Danny smiling at him.

 “I’m serious Danny, I don’t know what I’m doing here. What do I do?” Steve didn’t expect Danny to have the answers but he didn’t know what else to do.

 “I’m gonna guess that the Center gave you all the technical information you needed. But left out the interpersonal info?” Danny guessed and Steve nodded.

 “They set me up with a Joy that specializes in rehabbing pokémon after extended hibernation, and another one for pokémon recovered from criminal organizations. Both are the mainland and neither has time to come out here for at least two months.”  Steve replied, finally cracking open his beer.

 “Have they been able to find out anything about him?” Danny asked, nodding at the ball on Steve’s belt.

 “The Jennies have been scouring their databases but they haven’t found any reports of a stolen shiny in the Charizard line. They figure that he was either a lucky find in the wild or part of one of their breeding programs. The data they pulled off the Lock Ball was pretty much useless, nothing about his origin or trainer. They know nothing about him. I’ve got Jerry looking at it just in case.” Steve offered.

 They were quiet long enough for Steve to recline back into his chair, eyes on the ocean, thoughts on the pokémon at his hip.

 “You’ve been with him for a few weeks now babe. What do you know about him,” Danny asked but Steve just shrugged his shoulders, “Come on babe, use your words.” Steve huffed and pulled Charizards ball off his belt.

 “I don’t know…He’s…he doesn’t like to follow orders, and he doesn’t seem to want me close to him…but…when he was sick and tired he didn’t seem to mind. As soon as he felt better he started acting out, hateful, and angry. He spits fire at me but I don’t think he actually wants to hurt me. He could if he wanted to, he’s a bit slow but he can get around on his feet just fine. The fire just keeps me at a distance.” Steve replied, gazing at the Premier Ball, rubbing his thumb over its smooth surface.

 “What’s that sound like to you?” Danny asked and once more Steve heard the grin in his voice. Danny glanced over at him and rolled his eyes as realization dawned on him.

 “He’s afraid,” Steve groaned out at his own stupidity, “The poor guy wakes up from hibernation and gets given to a guy he’s never met. One who starts barking orders at him the second he gets on his feet. How could I have been so stupid?” Steve felt like hitting his head on a tree. Danny just laughed.

 “Babe, you’re not stupid. You said it yourself, it’s been a long time since you had a ‘mon of your own. You guys weren’t together very long before…before you had to leave. Aside from that you’re used to military trained ‘mon, they never question an order.” Even though Danny wasn’t mocking or being a dick Steve still felt like a moron.

 “I just…I saw the problem but I didn’t see the bigger picture.” Steve replied quietly. This was what Danny was always telling him about. Not rushing in head first.

 “Your heart was in the right place Steve,” Danny rested a hand on his shoulder, Steve hadn’t realized he was standing up, “You just didn’t have all the intel. Now you do, now you can do better.” Steve lifted the hand that wasn’t holding Charizard’s ball to rest over Dannys.

 “You honestly think I can do this Danno?” Steve asked, not able to help how small his voice sounded.

 “I know you can babe, and if you need help all you have to do is call me,” Danny replied before leaning down to kiss his forehead.

 Steve's breath caught in his chest and his stomach swooped. This thing between him and Danny was new; delicate. After Danny’s disastrous affair with Rachel, and his own false imprisonment, the two of them pulled their heads out of their asses and started seeing one another. It had only been a few months but Steve liked to think they were doing well.

 “You uh…you wanna spend the night?” Steve asked as Danny straightened up. Despite sharing a bed numerous times they hadn’t done anything more than some heavy petting. Both of them were too inexperienced with male-on-male relationships to be comfortable with more just yet.

 “I’d love to babe, but I’ve got court in the morning. The drug bust from up on the North Shore.” Danny replied and Steve groaned again, he had forgotten about that. Danny and Kono were testifying.

 “This weekend?” Steve asked, stalling. He didn’t want Danny to go just yet.

 “Sounds good babe,” Danny replied with a squeeze of Steve’s shoulder, “I gotta go make sure my good jacket is pressed. I just wanted to stop in and check on you. I’ll see you tomorrow after court.” With that Danny let his hand fall from Steve’s shoulder and Steve watched him walk away.

Steve stayed outside, mulling over his recent revelation, as afternoon turned into the early evening. Leaving off his brooding about dinner time Steve headed inside and warmed up some leftover fish from the day before and mixed up a quick salad. With his food prepped Steve set about whipping something up for Charizard. The poke’ in question was still, mostly, on a Poke-Chow diet but Steve had recently started adding fresh berries and a grilled Magikarp fillet as well.

 The world, Steve thought, was a weird place. Pokémon fed on pokémon and animals fed on animals. They didn’t prey on each other and they didn’t interbreed, though would share territory. He wasn’t a zoologist, pokémon, or otherwise, so he wasn’t going to try to figure it out. Instead, he loaded up a tray with both of their food, a beer for him and grabbed a jug of fresh water for Charizard, and headed back outside.

  Sitting his food on the picnic table and Charizards on the ground nearby, he grabbed the pokes’ ball and triggered it. In a flash of white light, Charizard was standing before him, neck arched high as he prepared to pull in air.

 “Hold on, hold on. I just…I want to talk to you. Nothing else.” Steve rushed, hoping to forestall the oncoming fireball. He hadn’t brought his extinguisher with him, hoping to foster some trust. To his surprise, Charizard relaxed, a bit, but kept a wary eye on Steve.

 “Look…we got off on the wrong foot,” Steve started. He knew most pokémon understood, mostly, whatever human language they were brought up around but no one was ever sure how much, “And that’s my fault. I…I can’t imagine what you felt when you saw me. I’m not the trainer you knew. You wake up, sick, tired, and probably in pain; and a stranger starts barking orders at you the minute you feel better.

“I fucked up…and I apologize. What do you say that we calm down, have a bite to eat, and try to go from there?” Steve motioned to the big bowl of Poke-Chow, Berries, and Magikarp and the gallon jug of water nearby.

 Charizard moved to the food carefully, walking sideways so he didn’t turn his back to Steve, while Steve sat down at the picnic table. Steve watched, out of the corner of his eye, as the pokémon picked up the large metal bowl and sniffed at the contents. After a moment Charizard open his maw and breathed a small stream of fire onto the food, giving it a light char, before slowly digging in.

 As they ate Steve kept a surreptitious eye on the poke’. He was delighted that Charizard had stayed where Steve had placed the food, about six feet from the picnic table, as it was the closest the poke’ had allowed them to be in nearly a week. He was even more delighted when, after a few bites, Charizard sat down to eat instead of standing. It was small but Steve took it as a win. 

 The two of them finished their food at roughly the same time and Steve decided now would be a good time to talk, instead of waiting as he had planned.

 “I’m not much of a trainer,” Steve started quietly, looking past Charizard and out to the ocean, “I was gonna be when I was a kid. Had my starter pokémon. A Totadile. They aren’t native to the islands but…I wanted one so much my parents jumped through all the hoops needed to get me one. I loved that little guy. He was my best friend. I...I thought we were gonna be together forever.” A lump caught in Steve’s throat as he brought up the memories. He didn’t know what he was doing…he hadn’t even told Danny about this and here he was spilling his guts to an abused and ill Charizard that hated his guts.

 “Chaaar.” Charizard, who had been sitting with his head turned up; looking at the darkening sky, vocalized as he turned to look at Steve. Steve didn’t understand Pokémon but he felt like the question was clear.

 “I trained him solo for a few years, I wanted us to have a real connection before I formed a team. Just when I thought we were good enough to start including others…something happened and I got sent away. I…I couldn’t take him with me, so I left him here…with my Dad. I planned to have him sent to me later…but my dad ended up getting rid of him before I could. I dunno if he released him or gave him away. I never asked…I was too mad…too everything. I should have found out. But I never did.

“I don’t know how much of this you're getting. How much you understand. I just…I just wanted you to understand why I’m so bad at this. I never trained another pokémon after that. Never planned to. But then I found your ball on my beach, right out there.” Steve pointed out to the area where Charizard’s ball had been buried in the sand and the poke’s head snapped over to stare at the area. Steve realized then that he had never told Charizard how he came to be in Steve's possession.

 ‘I’m so fucking bad at this.’ Steve berated himself silently. Steve left off his story and told Charizard everything. How he had found his ball buried in the sand, taking it to the Center, finding out that it had once belonged to Team Rocket, (at the mention of the defunct criminal organization Charizard let out a low hiss Steve had, until now, only heard directed himself), and how they had to transfer him to a new ball to save him.

 “Your old ball was failing. They had to transfer you to a new one, to a new trainer, to save you. I was the only guy available,” Steve explained and Charizard once more turned to look at him, “I hadn’t planned to keep you. It was just going to be temporary, till we got you out of the ball and squared away. But when you materialized in the incubator, when I heard how sick you were and saw how weak you had gotten after being in hibernation for so long…I wanted to be the one to help you out. Help you get better. I should have known better. I’m not a trainer. I should have had them find someone better…or at least asked what you wanted.” Once more emotion choked Steve of words. He was fucking babbling and he hated it. He didn’t even know what he was trying to accomplish anymore. Every time he opened his mouth more words just spewed out, out of his control.

 “Char chaaaar.” Steve, having been staring down at his empty plate, looked up at Charizards vocalization. Charizard had moved close to the table and was looking between the bench and Steve pointedly. Swallowing his nerves Steve scooted closer to the fiery pokémon bit by bit. Once he was just outside touching distance Charizard gave a short huff. Steve got the message; close enough.

“As my Danno would say, big guy, we both have a truckload of issues,” Steve smiled and Charizard gave a short snort, “Why don’t we just...start over? I’ll stop barking orders at you like I’m your trainer, ‘cause I’m not, and you stop trying to roast me alive. Instead… let's just focus on getting you better. I see how you look at the sky, you wanna fly again, and I want to help you. Let's work together to get you there…and then we’ll find someone to take care of you...someone better than me. Sound like a plan?” Steve offered, though the idea of Charizard leaving soured his stomach, holding out his closed fist.

 Charizard just stared for a moment, looking between him, his outstretched fist, and the sky above.

 “Char.” Charizard vocalized with a nod after what had to be at least five minutes. Steve smiled and nodded in return. Before he could drop his fist Charizard reached out with one curled clawed foreleg and bumped it against Steve’s knuckles.

 “I dunno why I even did that,” Steve offered, feeling stupid, “Just felt right I guess.” Charizard didn’t respond, not that Steve expected him to, so Steve scooted away a bit before standing up and grabbing his dishes. He was surprised when Charizard picked up his bowl and started to follow Steve to the house.

 “The Center said it do you good to stay out of your ball as much as you can...you want to hangout out here for a bit while I clean up? You can go back in your ball when I head to bed.  Maybe this weekend we can set you up a nest if you wanna sleep out here.” Steve offered and Charizard gave a short nod. The pokémon sat his bowl on the ground between them before turning and lumbering back toward the surf.

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 Danny stood at the door of the lanai and watched as Charizard and Steve worked out. Charizard, understandably, wasn’t keen on new people. Even more understandably he didn’t like crowds. Given those issues the traditional rehab facilities on the islands were non-starters. So, in true Steve fashion, his partner had turned his backyard into a treatment area. Most of the ‘mons issues were general muscle weakness and a more pronounced weakness in the shoulder area and flight muscles.

 There was an area with pokémon grade weights and resistance bands, another with stackable benches for Charizard to do decline pushups, (Danny had been there when Steve showed the ‘mon how to do them. The look on Charzards face had been priceless), and a long section of the beach would never be the same after Charizard pounding it down as his ran laps back and forth near the water line. 

 As he watched, evening rehab was coming to an end. Charizard was laid out in the nest that he had helped Steve and the ‘mon set up a few weeks ago with Steve massaging the area around the base of his wings.

 Danny had caught the tail end of the rehab session. Steve had waved him over but he had elected to stay in the doorframe, watching. After the first few weeks of insane aggression, during which Danny had feared for both Steve and Charizard’s safety, the pair of them were now getting along famously.

 They still had their moments. Steve, by order of the Governor, was largely office-bound until the “Charizard Situation” as she called it was settled. The knowledge that the head of Five-0 had come into possession of a shiny Charizard had, so far, remained quiet. Shiny Pokemon were rare and sought after and a shiny Charizard would be a crown jewel for any crook, being worth at least five times its weight in cash. If not more.

 Which was another reason the normal rehab facilities wouldn’t have worked. No one wanted it out that Charizard existed until they were sure that the ‘mon could take care of itself. Or, barring that, be cleared to spend Steve’s work days in his ball. As it was the ‘mon was still only cleared to spend about four hours at a time inside its ball, with at least another four hours outside between. They got around the rule in the office by clearing out one of the larger storage areas in the basement for the pokémon to nest in.

 Charizard’s easy acceptance of the dark, dank, and windowless room, had had a souring effect on Steve’s mood. Danny could understand, back in Jersey he had broken up his fair share of Pokemon gangster dens. He had seen innocent ‘mons and animals in some of the worst conditions imaginable. So when Steve asked him to help spruce the area up for Charizard Danny readily accepted.

 “Yo Danno, give me hand,” Steve’s voice pulled Danny out of his thoughts, “Help me clean up so Princess here can rest.” Steve motioned at the yard, then at the Charizard. The ‘mon in question gave a half-hearted growl at Steve’s choice of nicknames but remained cozy in his nest.

 As Danny helped Steve pick up and organize the equipment he couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling in his chest. Charizard was progressing by leaps and bounds under Steve’s attention. Danny knew it wouldn’t be long before Charizard was flying again. On one hand, it was great. It’s what Steve had been working on for the better part of a month. Danny knew Steve would be ecstatic to see his, and Charizards’, hard work pay off. On the other hand, it meant Charizard wouldn’t be around much longer.

 Steve had told him all about the deal he had made with Charizard, about finding Charizard a place he could be safe and taken care of. Danny knew Steve had been relentlessly searching for just such a place. The current front runners were the Charicific Valley or one of the Lental Islands. Steve preferred these areas because Charizard could live free. In the valley, he’d be surrounded by his own kind and since the Lental Islands were No-Catch zones he’d never have to worry about humans again. He knew Steve had put out feelers to certain Professors and Researchers about trustworthy trainers as well, just in case Charizard didn’t want to live wild.

 Much to Danny’s upset Steve had, apparently, never considered that Charizard was already in a safe place with a trainer that could take care of him.

 Steve had told him time and again since they met that he wasn’t a trainer, but Danny knew that he had been. He had seen Steve’s files. Before the Navy, before his mother, before being sent away; Steve had been training a Totadile. And, according to the files, he had been doing a damn good job. Danny didn’t know what had happened to the ‘mon when Steve had been sent away…but whatever happened had been enough to turn Steve off the idea of raising another Pokemon.

 Danny wished Steve could see himself how he saw him, how their friends saw him. Steve, contrary to his own beliefs, was a trainer. Pokemon, wild or trained, tended to flock to Steve and hang on his words. Danny’s own team, all stubborn bastards (just like him) listened to Steve just as well as they did him. That alone was proof enough for Danny that he was in the right, of Steve being a natural-born trainer as well as his decision to date the SEAL. Danny’s ‘mon had never, ever responded to any of his girlfriends, or Rachel, with more than cool politeness.

 (He had briefly feared for his life during his ill-considered affair with Rachel. His team hadn’t been happy with him.)

 With the yard picked up the two of them headed inside, leaving Charizard to snooze in his nest. Once in the kitchen, Steve washed up and immediately started pulling together ingredients for Charizard’s supper. Being outside of his ball so often meant he needed to eat more so it was a good thing Berries and Magikarp were plentiful on the islands. Danny couldn’t help but smile as Steve bobbed around the kitchen with ease. His partner was humming along to a song in his head, nodding along with it as well, with a small grin on his face. Couple with the sweat shorts riding low on his hips and the soft worn and faded NAVY tank he was wearing Steve cut an attractive and achingly endearing figure.

 “Why don’t you just keep him?” The words were out of his mouth before Danny was even conscious of forming them and their effect of immediate. The relaxed and light atmosphere immediately became tense and filled with the kind of silence that was heavy and oppressive. Danny could have kicked himself as Steve’s posture became tense and the humming and head bopping stopped. He had, mostly, been able to keep his opinions of Steve’s “I’m not a Trainer” attitude to himself. Seeing every evidence to the contrary with Charizard though had made it harder and harder to keep his tongue. Especially when he saw the forced smile Steve glued on whenever he talked about Charizard leaving.

 “I’m not a Trainer, Danny. I dunno what I would do a poke’ of my own.” Steve gave the same tired answer Danny had heard a dozen times before. The monotone edged with defeat frustrated Danny so much he wanted to rip out his hair.

 Or maybe shove John McGarrett’s corpse in a Fossil Reviver just so he could punch him, (Danny pointedly ignored the fact that it wouldn’t work. The fantasy was too captivating).

 “Steven,” Danny began after taking a deep breath and counting to ten in his head, “You are my best friend. My Partner. My boyfriend, (Steve cringed at the “B word” he always said it made them sound like high schoolers), and I care about you deeply. So I say this will all respect and gentility that I can muster. That statement is bullshit.”

 “You care about me deeply Danno?” Steve’s posture relaxed a bit as he grinned over at Danny. Danny rolled his eyes before crossing to Steve’s side and pressing a kiss to the goof's cheek.

 “You know I do, you goober,” Danny replied as he hopped up on the counter next to Steve’s workspace, “That’s why I want you to hear me and consider what I’m saying. You’re rehabbing; and doing a stellar job of it, a Charizard. One of the most stubborn pokémon species in existence. And that is without being in hibernation for at least a decade, having been trained by a criminal organization, and being unable to fly. All those issues combined with a Charizard’s naturally prickly disposition? A trained professional couldn’t have done better.”

“You do know something about pokes’ with prickly dispositions Danno.” Danny had to admire Steve’s attempt at deflection as he nodded at the balls on Danny’s belt.

“I do,” Danny nodded with a smile, Steve had walked right into that one, “and my team likes you almost more than they do me. You are the only person they take orders from other than me. And that was before we started dating.”

 “Danny,” Steve sighed, setting aside the Berries and Magikarp fillets he had been dicing to face him fully, “Even if I wanted to keep him, and even if he wanted to stay with me; which he doesn’t, Hawaii isn’t safe for him. I’m not safe for him. As soon as it got out that the head of 5-0 had black Charizard, the crooks and gangsters would be out in full force.”

 “More than they already are?” Danny interrupted and it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes.

 “My point is, Danno, that it wouldn’t be safe for him. I promised him somewhere he could be safe. Not somewhere he’d be under constant threat of theft or poaching. He isn’t safe with me.” At that Steve went back to prepping said pokémon’s food.

 It tore Danny up to hear Steve be so down on himself. Once again he found himself wishing that he knew what happened to Steve’s first pokémon to make him so hard on himself. He had some theories but he didn’t want to either snoop behind his partner’s back or push him to tell him something he clearly didn’t want to talk about.

 Danny did have some tact after all. Still, he couldn’t leave things how they were. He just had to do it carefully.

 “Look, Steve,” Danny pitched quietly, “I don’t know what happened to make you think less of yourself as a trainer, but you’re great with pokémon and you’re great with Charizard. I’m not gonna bug you about this anymore, but I’m gonna say one last thing first. I think you should consider keeping him. There’d be no safer place on the island than with you. With 5-0.” Steve smiled over at him as he spoke before looking back at his meal prep.

 “I will think about it Danno, for you. Despite you ignoring the fact that the big asshole doesn’t want to stay here. Charizard only puts up with me barking orders at him so he can fly again and get out of here.”

Steve went back to his prep, changing the topic to different types of Berries, and Danny looked out into the backyard.

 It was amazing how someone as smart as Steve could be such an unobservant dumbass.

###

Steve paced around the Pokemon Center’s waiting room, ignoring the looks of the other trainers, as he waited for Charizards' exam to finish. It had been a month since he and Charizard had started working together and the pokémon had recovered phenomenally fast. It was a testament to the pokes’ hardy nature and the exercises that the Center had given Steve to follow. Despite his progress though, despite their progress, Charizard still wasn’t flying.

 Danny, and everyone else, had been telling him not to worry about it. And he had been trying, really he had, but he couldn’t help but feel like he had screwed up somewhere along the line.

 “Commander McGarrett,” Joy Kailani called and Steve halted his pacing, “Charizard is all done. He’s perfectly healthy.” She held out Charizards' ball to him as she spoke.

 “That can’t be. You had to have missed something. Check him over again.” Steve demanded, not taking CHarizard’s ball.

 “Bliiiiseeeeey.” The Center’s Blissey, once again, appeared from nowhere at Steve’s side.

 “Can you put a fucking bell on her?” Steve asked as the fluffy pink poke’ glared at him in a frankly murderous way while turning an alarming shade of hot pink. Joy Kailani ignored him.

 “Commander, I checked Charizard over twice already. Frankly, I’m astounded at how quickly he recovered. I expected months of rehab. Whatever you did worked wonders. You should be extremely proud.” Steve finally took Charizard’s ball back, staring down at it as he spoke up.

“He’s not flying, if he’s perfectly healthy then why isn’t he flying?” Joy Kailani motioned to a pair of nearby chairs and Steve followed her to sit. Blissey toddled off to terrorize someone else. Steve wasn’t sorry to see her go.

“I saw the note about your concerns before I checked him over. To be honest with you, I don’t know why he isn’t flying. His wings and flight muscles are in perfect health, his biochemical levels are stable, and his flight bladder is perfectly functional. He may be afraid or nervous to fly after so long, or he might not even want to. Whatever the reason though, it isn’t physical. It’s nothing that you did.” Joy Kailani assured him softly but Steve just shook his head.

 That wasn’t it. Steve didn’t know jack about pokémon, not really, but he knew about longing. Charizard stared at the sky the same way Steve stared at the ocean when he went too long without a swim, the way Danny did every time New Jersey was brought up. Charizard wanted back in the air.

 “Where do we go from here? We can’t risk releasing him into the wild if he can’t fly and no Trainer is gonna take on a flightless Charizard.” Steve questioned and Joy Kailani gave him confused look.

“I…I was under the impression that Charizard was staying with you…permanently?” She asked and Steve had to sigh. Why did everyone keep thinking or insisting that Charizard was or should stay with him? He wasn’t a trainer. Despite what Danny, and apparently Joy Kailani thought, any idiot could follow the rehab guidelines. In fact, if Charizard wasn’t flying he obviously hadn’t done it correctly.

“Just…where do we go from here?” Steve asked again, he wasn’t getting into this debate. Again. Joy Kailani looked like she wanted to protest but eventually nodded.

 “I’ll look over his test result again, as well as his physical results. I’ll also reach out to some Joys I know that specialize in flying pokémon as well as those with trauma issues. The best thing I can advise you to do now though is to keep doing what you’ve been doing. It’s worked wonders so far.” With that she got up and walked away, leaving Steve unable to argue back.

 “Not wonderfully enough,” Steve murmured to the ball in his hand.

 “Bli bli.” Blissey’s soft, sweet vocalization nearly made Steve shoot out of the chair. Seriously, a fucking bell. Two bells. Ten bells.

 “I don’t speak demented-nurse-pokemon,” Steve told her. Blissey momentarily glared at him again before softening.

 “Bli bli.” She intoned once more, this time tapping Charizard’s ball before tapping him on the knee.

 “Yea still got nothing,” Steve replied, shaking his head.

 “Bli bli.” The Blissey vocalized again, tapping the ball and his knee more forcefully.

 “Hey, watch it. He pops out and he’s gonna cause a scene.” Steve held Charizard’s ball away from the pink pain in the ass.

 “Blis bli.” She huffed, giving him a glare that put him in mind of Danny, before turning and toddling away.

  Steve decided to beat a hasty retreat before she came back.

 ***

 Steve lay in the cool darkness of his room, Danny snoring slightly at his side, as he stared into the darkness of his ceiling. It had been two weeks since his last appointment with Charizard and the pokémon still wasn’t flying. Joy Kailani had gone back over all the info and still couldn’t find anything physically wrong. The people she had put him in touch with that dealt with trauma-based issues insisted Charizard would need to be transferred to them, on the mainland, before they could treat him.

 Steve had nixed that in the ass as soon as it had been mentioned. He wasn’t letting Charizard out of his sight until he knew the poke’ could take care of itself. If the Pokemon head shrinks wanted to treat him they could come to Hawaii.

 Since the last appointment though Charizard had regressed some. He was distant and snappish. Not as aggressive as he had been when they first started  out but he was definitely aggrieved. He didn’t know what to do. For now, Charizard was still going through the rehab routine and exercises but if he kept regressing, attitude-wise, it was only a matter before he refused to work with Steve. If he did that…Steve had no idea what to do. With a frustrated sigh Steve, gently, disentangled himself from Danny and sat up.

“Waz happ’nin? We getta call?” Danny’s sleep-slurred question made Steve grin.

“No Danno, just getting some water. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.” Steve hushed his partner as he stood, pulling a pair of shorts on over his boxers. Danny just grumbled at him and pulled Steve’s pillow close so he could bury his face in it. Steve smiled and his heart swelled. He was briefly tempted to just crawl back into bed and scoop Danny into his arms, frustration forgotten. Now that he was up though he realized he really was thirsty.

 After a quick piss, Steve washed his hands and headed down to the kitchen. After a long drink, he filled up the glass again, deciding to take it upstairs in case he or Danny wanted a sip before morning.  Glancing out of the window before heading back upstairs Steve stopped short. He couldn’t see Charizards tail flame. Scanning what he could see of the backyard, knowing Charizard liked to go down to the beach, Steve still couldn’t see him.

 Steve grabbed Charizards ball from the counter near the door, and one of the tac knives he had hidden in the kitchen and headed outside. Distantly he knew he should wake Danny, in case of hostiles, but he didn’t want to overreact. He’d do a quick sweep, chances were Charizard was just out of sight of the window, and if he couldn’t find him he’d come back for Danny.

 The light from the lanai didn’t reach very far, and he had yet to get the solar light stakes that Danny had been harping about, but the sky was clear and the moon was mostly full. The yard outside of the lanai light was cast in a dim blue glow and, another time, Steve might have thought it was nice. Now though, pokeball clutched in one hand and tac-knife at the ready, he wished it was brighter. After doing a sweep of the immediate area Steve headed toward the beach. When grass gave way to sand Steve saw Charizards tracks and he followed them down to the water’s edge, where they disappeared into the surf.

 There was no sign of a struggle and Steve knew damn well that the poke’ wouldn’t get close enough to the water to get swept out by the tide. As Steve turned to head back, intent on waking up Danny, when he heard a roar overhead.

 Steve turned back to the water and snapped his gaze up to the sky. A shadow, with a bright spot of flame at its end, streaked across the moon and Steve’s heart leapt. Charizard was flying! Elation turned quickly to dread though as the shadow, as Charizard suddenly plummeted toward the water.

 ‘Fuck, he tried too much too fast,’ Steve’s mind raced, ‘If he hits the water at the speed...if his tail-flame goes out.’ Steve was ankle-deep in the water, intent on swimming out to Charizard despite knowing he couldn’t do anything, when the pokémon pulled up at the last moment. He watched in amazement as Charizard skimmed the surface of the water, heading straight toward Steve. Steve watched as Charizard slowed his approach, then pulled up to hover. Steve shielded his eyes from sand from Charizards wing flaps as the poke’ landed.

 “Charizard…this is great. You’re flying!” Steve cheered as he started toward the pokémon. Charizard though stepped back, eyeing him warily. Steve realized he was still holding his tac knife.

 “No, no don’t be afraid. Shit. Sorry,” Steve whipped the knife to the ground behind him, burying the blade in the sand before turning back to Charizard, “I didn’t see you and thought someone might have snatched you. I came to look for you. You should have waited till tomorrow to try your wings, that way I could have been here if you needed me.” Steve chided the big pokémon as he moved closer to him.

 Charizard still eyed him a bit but otherwise didn’t move as Steve came into arm's distance.

 “Are you feeling ok? It’s late but do you need a rub down? If you strained yourself it’ll set your progress back.” Steve rambled, feeling oddly like Danny. Charizard just gave a soft huff and gave a soft slap of his wings. Steve got the meaning, he was fine.

“Alright, alright, big guy. You’re fine. I get it. Can you at least wait till tomorrow morning to do any more flying?” Steve asked and Charizard gave another gentle huff before moving past toward his nest. Steve fell into step behind the pokémon, only then noticing the Wishiwashi dangling feebly from Charizards claws.

 “Midnight snack?” Steve questioned as they walked. Charizard halted briefly, holding up the wriggling fish pokémon as though he had forgotten he had it. Steve watched, slightly grossed out, as Charizard brought Wishiwashi to his maw before biting it in half and then swallowing both pieces.

 “I could have lived without seeing that at two in the morning,” Steve remarked.

 “What, and I can’t stress this enough, in the hell are you two doing out here?” Danny’s voice had Steve’s gaze snapping to the house. Danny was standing by the door in nothing but his black boxer briefs with Steve’s backup sidearm pointed at the ground.

 Steve really should not have found that visual as hot as he did.

 “Earth to McGarrett, come in McGarrett!” Steve snapped out of a brief fantasy he’d have to remember for later to answer Danny.

 “I was getting water and didn’t see Charizard, so I came out to check. He’s flying Danny! Flying well! How awesome is that?” Steve explained moving to, carefully, wrap Danny in a hug. Danny patted his back with one hand as he held Steve’s gun out to the side.

 “That’s great. Also, why the fuck would you hug a guy holding a goddamn gun?!” Danny exclaimed, pushing Steve back and setting the gun on the small table by the door.

 “I couldn’t help it. I was too excited,” Steve turned back to Charizard, “Now we can finalize plans to find you a permanent place!” At those words, Charizard whipped his head toward Steve and let out a menacing growl.

 “What the problem big guy, you hurt?” Steve made to move toward Charizard but Danny grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

 “I don’t think he’s hurt, not physically,” Danny replied but before Steve could ask what he meant Steve’s focus was pulled back to Charizard as the pokémon stomped over to them.

“CHAR!” Charizard growled out once he was about a yard away from him and Danny.

 “What’s wrong with you? This is what we’ve been working for, getting you healthy so we could find a safe place for you. Or a good trainer if you don’t want to live wild.” Steve offered, confused.

 “Babe, think about it.” Danny admonished from behind him. Steve glanced over his shoulder briefly but Danny’s eyes were on Charizard. Steve pulled his arm carefully from Danny’s grip and moved a few feet closer to the aggrieved pokémon.

 “I don’t understand.” Steve offered, not getting why Charizard was suddenly pissed at him. Charizard moved a bit closer and Steve moved to meet him, putting himself between the pokémon and Danny. Just in case. Charizard though halted and stared at Steve for a moment before lowering his head and jabbing Steve, gently, in his shoulder with his snout.

 Steve stood in shock. It was the first contact the pokemon had ever initiated. Charizard did it twice more, in rapid succession, each time a little stronger. On the fourth nudge, Steve raised his hand on instinct, only then realizing he was still clutching Charizard Ball in his hand.

 “I..I..what..” Steve trailed off, realization starting to dawn on him.

 “I think that’s his way of saying he’s already got a safe place, and a good trainer.” Danny offered, appearing at his side, taking his free hand.

 “Chaaaar.” Charizard let out a pleased rumble, almost a purr, and straightened up.

Steve stared between Danny, Charizard, and the Pokeball in his hand for several moments before speaking up.

 “But…I’m not a-“

 “Yes Babe, you are.” Danny interrupted just as Charizard let out a hissed “Zaaaar.”

 “I’m gonna fuck up, you need to know that,” Steve said quietly, looking from the Pokeball in his hand up to Charizard. He could feel the wetness at the corner of his eyes but ignored it for now, “I’ve not been with a poke’ in a long time. I’m gonna screw something up along the way. So if you change your mind, now or later, I’ll get it.” At that Charizard cocked his head to the side before turning and lumbering back toward his nest, stopping once to look over his shoulder at them.

 “Come’n babe, I wanna get back to bed.” Danny tugged at his arm, toward Charizards nest, not back to the house. Once at Charizards side the pokémon reached in and swept the brush piled at the back to the side, then turned and tipped his tail flame to illuminate the inside. Once his eyes adjusted Steve realized what the pokémon was showing him.

 Bones, charred and broken bones. Steve's pokenatomy was rusty but he was pretty sure he was looking at Magikarp bones.

 “What the” Steve started as realization dawned on him, “You’ve been flying before tonight, haven’t you?!” Steve demanded, staring over at Charizard.

 “Chaar char.” Charizard vocalized in what Steve was sure was a completely unrepentant growl.

 “Why the hell didn’t you show me before?” Steve growled out but Charizard just looked away. Danny, however, started laughing.

 “What's so funny,” Steve demanded as he turned to his partner, “I’ve been worried about him for weeks.” Danny continued to laugh for several seconds before he answered.

 “He didn’t want to leave, you dumbass. He’d probably been faking for weeks, hiding that he could fly, so he could stay here. With you.” Danny finally explained, gently, and Steve once more felt tears prick the corner of his eyes as he turned back to Charizard. Charizard was looking at him, head ducked and wings folded in.

 “I…I’d be really happy if you stayed,” Steve managed after a moment, “You’ll have to start meeting my team's pokes’, you’ll have to be able to get along with them. But you don’t have to be a Police Pokemon, you can just be my Partner.” Charizard perked up as Steve rambled. He looked; if Steve was reading it right, happy.

 “Why don’t we hash this all out tomorrow, after some sleep? I dunno about you two but it’s almost three am and I’m tired.” Danny spoke up and Steve was shocked when Charizard threw his head back and let out what could only be a raspy laugh.

 “Yea..yea that sounds good. I’ll make us all a big breakfast,” Steve offered as he looked between his partner and…his new pokémon, “Do you need help to fix your nest?” Steve asked, motioning the destroyed back side. Charizard though leaned his head forward and bopped his snout against Steve’s shoulder again.

 “You…you want in your ball?” Steve questioned, holding it up hesitantly. Charizard bobbed his head in a nod and Steve mirrored it.

 “R..return.” Steve managed around the lump in his throat.

 “Char…ZAR!” Charizard roared out as he dematerialized into the Premier Ball. Steve swallowed hard as he gazed at the pokeball. It somehow felt heavier in his hand, even though he knew it wasn’t.

 “Come on, babe. Let's get some sleep.” Steve let Danny take him by the arm, spin him around, and guide him back into the house. Steve was so overwhelmed with the enormity of the last few minutes that, if Danny hadn’t been leading him by the elbow, he’d have been bumping into walls and tripping over furniture. If he had been able to leave the backyard at all.

 Steve wasn’t able to pull himself together until Danny pulled Charizard’s ball from his hand, placing it on the bedside table, and tugged his shorts off; letting them fall to his ankles.

 “What, Danno, this ain’t the time.” Steve yelped, immediately feeling stupid when Danny laughed and pushed him back onto the bed.

 “Believe me, I know,” Danny smirked as he climbed over Steve to settle back on his side of the bed, “Our first-time nookie isn’t going to be in the wake of your Trainer Epiphany. I just want to go back to sleep and am trying to speed up the process by getting you into bed.”

 Steve wiggled and slid around until he was able to crawl back under the cover with Danny. Instead of pulling Danny back to him he instead shuffled a bit till he could rest his head on Danny’s shoulder, arm around his furry torso, and leg slatted between Dannys'.

 “I…I don’t even know what to say Danno.” Steve whispered into the dark.

 “You don’t have to babe. Not tonight, and not tomorrow. You just have to go with it. I’ll help you figure it out. We all will. For now, just accept you’ve got your own partner ‘mon. Tomorrow morning, after we sleep, shower, and have breakfast, we’ll figure out more.” Danny responded, warm stroking over his skin. Steve could tell by his voice that Danno was already starting to drift back off.

 “You’re right Danno. Sleep. You’re too chatty, keeping me up all night.” Steve joked, only to yelp when Danny pinched the back of his arm, near his armpit.

 “Go to sleep, you schmuck,” Danny ordered him quietly. Steve decided not to poke any more fun. Instead, he nuzzled into Danny’s hairy chest with a sigh and just let go.

 He needed his rest, after all. He was a Trainer now.

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i got tagged by @jensmisha for the 20 lines meme! Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

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20. “It would be,” Evie hesitates, searching for the right word, “inadvisable,” she settles on, “for you to continue on with Jacob.” damn fine day to tell the truth; Freddy/Jacob, Evie/Henry; as much as i enjoy the Freddy/Jacob dynamic, i never understood why fandom makes them so sappy (i don't begrudge it! i just don't understand it).

19. There’s this space, an Other Space, the In-Between, that Assassins have learned to inhabit – not quite a new plane of existence, but not quite the one their world exists on either, but between the two. liminality; Assassins Creed (movie); Callum/Moussa; this is me trying to explain why we get target confessions.

18. “I wish I could say it’s good to see you,” Naz says, looking at the familiar face, “but it has been one hell of a fucking day.” when i look in my window; The Night Of/Assassins Creed fusion; Freddy/Nasir; this is an incredibly niche and self-indulgent fic lmao

17. A thousand children sing, calling on the baby shark, and then a thousand more. it's the end (doo doo doo doo doo doo); Nursery Rhymes; part of the 'things that go bump' challenge - Baby Shark turns out to be prophetic.

16. “Just us, right, big guy? Us against the world?” feel it (screaming); BFU; Ryan/Shane; ex-zombies and rehabilitation and finding your place in a world that still sees you as a monster.

15. Acceptance. It’s all Barry wants— to write with blood of force; Barry; Barry/NoHo Hank; wing au where people are judged by the wings they have.

14. Croc yanks GQ in, curls around him, protects him from the worst of the blast. take my hand through the flames; Suicide Squad; Croc/GQ

13. There’s blood under Ryan’s fingernails and blood in his teeth and he makes no excuse to the posse that surrounds him, rope in hand. ballad of a law abiding sophisticate; BFU; Ryan/Shane; Demon Shane comes across Demon Hunter Ryan and "saves" him from a posse.

12. They call themselves the Olxol and they can bend space and time and, judging from the reports from Earth, they have no interest in being friends. moonlight raising from the grave; Star Trek AOS; est. and bonded Kirk/Spock; the Enterprise crew is sent back in time but scattered and the effects on Jim and Spock's bond are catastrophic.

11. Jake looks so much like his father that it breaks Trevor’s heart. like i'm looking from a distance; Pacific Rim/The Daily Show RPF; Trevor Noah/Stacker Pentecost; look, Trevor makes a lot of Idris-Elba-will-one-day-be-my-baby-daddy jokes so I took it and ran with it then sprinkled it with some angst.

10. Danny moves to Alola, landing in Hau’oli City of Melemele Island, with only Stoutland and Herdier and Emolga. got a monster for your pocket; H50; Steve/Danny; Pokemon/H50 fusion

9. Shane hates the humans who come traipsing through his woods – calling for him even as they yelp at the sound of songbirds. let's talk some foot; BFU; Ryan/Shane; Bigfoot Shane AU

8. There’s a soft and distant rumbling that wakes Ryan, then the ground shakes and the floors give out beneath him and he thinks he screams. to the end of the world if you wanted to; BFU; Ryan/Shane Highlander Immortals AU where they're separated during the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and Shane comes down with a bad case of amnesia that lasts for a hundred years.

7. They’re eleven years old on the day Boyd Crowder declares himself Raylan’s alpha and Raylan punches him in the face for it. i (i had me a boy); Justified; omegaverse Boyd/Raylan

6. Boyd’s always been the snake under Raylan’s pillow. your mouth is poison (your mouth is wine); Justified; Boyd/Raylan; metavorical imagery of Boyd swallowing Raylan every night. For reasons.

5. In times of peace, sons bury their fathers. in times of peace (in times of war); vaguely DCEU/Titans; Bruce/Clark, Clark & Batkids; they've all had to bury someone.

4. “This is not a good idea,” Clark says. all the twitters; DCU/DCEU/Titans; Bruce/Clark, Clark & Batkids; the Batfamily as seen through a series of videos shot by Tim.

3. It hurts. the light, the mark, and the chainsaw; Lucifer; just a quick drabble post-s03e13.

2. The first time they meet, he’s still going by Cain and the mark on his arm is still raw. i don't care (i love your stare); Lucifer; Lucifer/Marcus, au where this isn't Lucifer's first time to earth and he and Cain meet throughout the ages.

1. In a different life, Raylan never leaves Harlan and he dies in a cave-in at nineteen. i'm a mother now (it's really changed my perspective); Justified; omegaverse Raylan/Boyd

If you're saying I pick favorites, you're wrong, I love all my fics equally!

(bolded titles are my favorite, but my most special favorite is probably feel it (screaming) because I could've continued writing that one until it was 50k of just angsty word vomit)

As far as patterns go, well idk? I do tend to use my first lines as my summaries though. First and last lines are the most important part of a fic - or, really, any story; if those are weak, then your reader may not stick around.

um, i can't really remember who all i follow on here, so if you're an author and you're reading this then consider yourself tagged!

[ao3feed-hawaiifive0]

Pokehero Steve McGarrett

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tsj2qA

by Markuse88

Next in the Pokehero Hawaii 5-0 Set. Steve McGarrett

Words: 643, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of Pokeheroes, Part 3 of Pokeheroes Hawaii 5-0

Fandoms: Hawaii Five-0 (2010), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Steve McGarrett

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pokemon Fusion, Pokeheroes, Pokehero!Steve McGarrett, Pokemon Trainer!Steve McGarrett, Pokeheroes!H50, Pokeheroes!Hawaii 5-0, fantart

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tsj2qA

[mcdannoangelwolf]

McDanno! Because of law enforcement I'm curious of what you'd do with Arcanine/Growlithe

Ahh finally posting this story. THank you to my amazing Alpha @merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale for the prompt. I loved writing it.

This story could technically be part of my future Pokemon/H50 fusion as it features Pokemon from Steve and Danny's teams in my Pokeheroes series. However I have no idea where it would place in the story as I don't know the full universe yet lol.

Anywho, enjoy everyone. Pics of featured Pokemon, (Arcanine, Luxray, Arbok), can be found at the bottom the story.

 Luxray shooting to her feet broke Steve from his unfocused stare at his computer. He hated the quarterly supply and requisition paperwork. Following her gaze to the bullpen he saw Danny throw open the doors and stalk in.

 Danny’s shoulders were hunched, his face was flushed, and Steve could see a tic going through his partners' jaw where he was clenching his teeth.

 “This can’t be good,” Steve spoke aloud as Danny stomped to his office and stalked inside.

 “Lux.” Luxray chirped in reply before laying back down in her bed. Despite working together, and dating, Luxray still had a contentious relationship with Danny. Steve wasn’t sure why but he’d have to figure it out before he and Danny moved into together.

 Not that they were planning that…yet. Well, they weren’t planning it….But if Steve himself was making some tentative plans for the future…well no one needed to know. Still, Luxray not particularly caring for Danny was an issue. But not one he needed to solve today.

 “Stay put, I’ll be back,” Steve told her before making his way to Danny’s office. Luxray just watched him go out of one eye.

 Steve found Danny at his desk glaring at an extremely wrinkled and slightly torn piece of paper.

 “Bad news?” Steve questioned, rhetorically. It obviously wasn’t good news. In answer, Danny shoved the paper across the desk toward him.

 “ ‘Dear Mr. Williams I am deeply disappointed that my previous attempts to reach you have gone unanswered,’ “ Steve read aloud, “ ‘Please understand that my client is highly motivated and will happily discuss whatever compensation you desire in exchange for the specimen. As a reminder, our current offer stands at-‘”

 “Whoa, that’s a lot of zeros.” Steve broke off at the number listed on the crumpled paper.

 “Almost what I make in a year. Before taxes.” Danny replied scathingly. Steve looked up to find Danny glaring at the paper, a scratched and dinged-up pokeball clutched in his left hand.

 Arcanine’s pokeball.

“This about that article?” Steve didn’t really need to ask as he dropped to sit opposite Danny.

“‘Course it is, stupid fucking thing. Never should have given that fuckin interview. Haven’t had a moment's peace since it was published.” Danny replied bitterly. Steve could sympathize a little.

 The article had been about pokémon in law enforcement. Steve and the Team had been ordered to participate by the governor, it was good publicity she claimed, and while Steve’s Luxray had garnered a fair bit of interest; Danny’s Arcanine had stolen the show.

 Growlithe, as an introduced species in Hawaii, was pretty rare. They had to fight for territory with the Rockruff, Rattata, and Meowth lines so it was rare for Growlithe to be seen, in person, on the islands. Much less an Arcanine. A canine the size of a horse had been a huge hit with the people born and raised on the Islands.

 “Previous attempts? How many times have you been contacted, who’s it even from?” Steve asked, once more looking over the letter. That amount of money, for a pokémon, wasn’t unheard of. Especially for a poke’ of Arcanines pedigree, but Steve didn’t think anyone on the islands would be able to shell it out.

 “I dunno,” Danny sighed tiredly, “A few dozen. Letters mostly, but a few phone calls. I don’t know who it is. Everything just comes from a law firm in Honolulu.”

“Dozen’s,” Steve replied, shocked, “Danno that’s ridiculous. Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve asked and Danny just shrugged.

 “That’s just from this place. I’ve been getting requests from all kinds of folks. Breeders, PokeVets, Labs, and Researchers. Not just from here, but the mainland too. Seems like everyone wants a piece of him.” Exhaustion bled into Danny’s voice and Steve felt shame and upset filling him. He and Danny had been dating for months, how had he not realized Danny was being harassed?

 “Don’t do that,” Danny’s statement caught Steve’s focus, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know because I didn’t let you know. I didn’t want to deal with it. It’s not your fault for not noticing something that I didn’t let you see.”

 Danny’s words; spoken with a wane smile, put a little bubble of warmth in Steve’s chest. Danny knew him better than he knew himself most days. It seemed. Steve smiled in return and got to his feet. He rounded Danny’s desk and pressed a kiss to his boyfriends’ hair.

 “Watch the do, you maniac,” Danny grumbled as Steve stood up. He patted his bulletproof quaff needlessly but smiled up at Steve.

 “I’m in the know now, and I’m taking it from here. Get me everything got, emails, letters, and phone numbers. This is done for.” Steve replied, snatching up the letter as he headed for the office door.

 Danny just nodded at him as he left the room and Steve realized it was a mark of how tired Danny was with the harassment that he didn’t ask what Steve was doing.

###

  Danny breathed a sigh of relief as he checked the mail, finding only junk and circulars. It had been almost a month since Steve had started his one-man offensive against the different folks that had been harassing him about Arcanine. Danny didn’t know what exactly his boyfriend had done, only that Steve had spent days making phone calls, sending emails, and even meeting in person with a few people at HQ.

  A few of the people Steve had brought in had, initially, seemed interested in talking to Danny. He had braced himself each time, he had avoided meeting anyone in person to keep from losing his temper, but each time Steve had herded them into his own office before they could so much as approach Danny.

  At each meeting, Steve had locked his office door and closed the blinds. When the people left they didn’t even look in Danny’s direction. Danny knew he should be worried about who it was that Steve was likely threatening but he couldn’t bring himself to care. All he cared about was that the letters and phone calls had slowly but surely stopped.

 Dropping down onto his loveseat Danny picked up Arcanines pokeball. It was an old ball, faded, nicked up, and dented. It was the original ball Danny had been issued when he was given Growlithe after entering the Police Academy back in Jersey.

 Every cadet was issued a Growlithe when they entered the Academy. Part of your training was to train a Growlithe that would be your partner Poke’. If you washed out your Growlithe was reassigned. If you graduated you were issued a Pokeball and you’d be allowed to formally capture the Growlithe you had trained, imprinting it with your trainer I.D. and biometrics.

 Danny hadn’t discovered until years later that his Growlithe hadn’t been a standard Ditto-bred one. Danny’s Growlithe was a purebred, a dual-Arcanine pairing with a history of rarity-coloring in both bloodlines. A mix-up at the breeding facility had seen his Growlithes egg placed with the ones bred for the Academy. He should have suspected. There was nothing wrong or substandard with Ditto-bred Growlithe but Danny’s had always been a bit…different. A bit faster, a bit stronger, and a bit smarter.

 “Come on out buddy.” Danny triggered Arcanine’s ball and the giant canine, really too big for Danny’s apartment, appeared in a flash of white light.

 “Well big guy I think we might finally be done with people trying to snatch you up for study or breeding.” Arcanine gave a soft ‘awoo’ and padded over to drop onto his back at Danny’s feet.

 “Geez, you really are just a big puppy.” Danny smiled, burying his hands in Arcanine’s thick fur, scratching his chest and belly. Danny kept up his ministrations as Arcanine stretched sleepily.

 Sleep. Sleep sounded good. He was tired. It had been a long day. Danny sat back and looked up at the wall clock, surely it was time for a bed. Blinking hard Danny tried to bring the clock into focus, instead, it just moved more, duplicating and spinning around.

 “Fuu uk somsomtin wrong.” Alarm swelled up in Danny’s chest as he struggled to stand up, his feet didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Making it to his feet made Danny’s head swim and the world went topsy-turvy.

 Pain raced through him as his body hit…something. Everything was spinning, light and color twisting around. Danny rolled, arms flailing, trying to find some semblance of stability. Closing his eyes as his stomach churned and the world tumbled Danny came to rest on…something…something soft and moving.

 “Ar..arcarc we gotgo.” Danny mumbled as the world faded away.

***

 “Steve we can’t…what are we supposed to…tranq?” Voices broke through the pounding and fog in Danny’s brain.

 “We can’t…too…might crush...” Another voice cut in…images swam in Danny’s head. A tall brunette, muscular, tattoos.

“Chaaarr!” The screech directly above him sent a spike through his brain and Danny tried to reach out to smack at the offending cause.

 Tried being the operative word. His arms were pinned behind his back, his wrists cinched painfully.

“Wha…” Danny mumbled, the fog in his brain was clearing but sudden panic-induced adrenaline sped it up.

 “Danny, Danny if you can hear me, stop struggling. Your arms are zip-tied behind your back. Arbok is out and pissed off. He’s circling you. If you bleed it might set him off. Do. Not. Move.” This voice was a woman and Danny was finally able to put a face to it.

 “Ko…no.” The word slurred out, his tongue heavy.

 “Yea, it’s me. We’re trying to find a way to calm Arbok down so we can get to you.” Kono’s words registered through the haze in his head and Danny finally cracked open his eyes.

 The shitty beige carpet of his apartment blurrily took up his vision. He attempted to roll onto his back but was stopped by pressure on his legs and Arbok’s hiss above him.

 Danny didn’t know what was happening. The fog was clearing out of his head but in its place a jackhammer pounded in the back of his skull. Closing his eyes again he tried to think back but all he could come up with were fragments.

 “Arc…where’s Arcanine?” Danny forced the words out, eyes wrenching open in panic.

 “We don’t see him Danno…we…we think he got snatched.” Steve…that was Steve. The same voice from earlier. Jesus…what happened to knock Steve out of his head?

 “Get…Get Luxray.” Danny ordered and felt Arbok, who had been shifting above him, freeze.

 “Lux? Danny, we can’t attack. You could be caught in the crossfire.” Steve replied and even through the headache he could hear Steve’s worry.

 “Don’t need to. Get her…he’s ‘fraid of her.” Danny might not have known what was going on and his memory may have been Swiss cheese but he did know Arbok. He wasn’t going to listen to him like this. He didn’t know where his pokeballs were and the only ‘mon Arbok was afraid of, besides his Blastoise and Pangoro, was Luxray.

“Luxray!” Danny could feel Arbok tense where he rested across his legs at Luxray’s hiss.

“Tell…tell her to circle…he’ll move to avoid her.” Words were coming easier now and he could think a bit more clearly.

 “You heard him, girl. If he gets agitated, back off.” Danny heard Steve tell her.

 “Lux…ray.” Luxray purred and, even in Danny’s obviously drugged state, he could hear the danger in her vocalization.

 Military trained, like her trainer, Luxray was silent on her feet but Danny could tell the direction she was moving by the way Arbok moved to avoid her, while still keeping her in his sight. Slowly, she was able to herd Arkbok off of his legs.

 Once Arbok was fully off his legs he felt Luxray’s paw on his arms. For one dicey moment fear welled up in him, fear that Arbok might lash out, but the feline moved her paw after slitting the zip ties on his wrists. The action took him by surprise and his arms immediately fell to his side, pain lancing through his shoulders as the pins-and-needles of feeling hit his hands and wrists.

 Carefully, to not startle Luxray; who was standing at his side, Danny rolled onto his back. He brought his hands up to his chest, rolling his wrists and flexing his fingers against the oncoming ache, he surveyed what he could see of his apartment.

 The small coffee table and side table were flipped over and two of the couch cushions were thrown off, exposing the hide-a-bed underneath. Coiled in the small entry space between the living room and his dine-in kitchenette was Arbok. The cobra pokemon’s hood was fully expanded and his eyes were fixed on Luxray. To others, the tense snake probably looked poised to attack but Danny could spot his tells, the tight way he was coiled up to minimize his large size, the fine tremors in his hood, the way the tip of his tail flicked. He was scared.

 “Okay GI Jane,” Danny rasped to Luxray, “You did good. Back to your trainer.” Luxray didn’t move, remaining resolutely by his side, glaring at Arbok.

 “Steve, call her off.” Danny turned his head to find the man in question standing just inside the door to his apartment, Kono, Pua, and a few other HPD members behind him.

Steve glared hard at him for a moment, clearly thinking of arguing, but Danny just tweaked his eyebrows at him and Steve relented.

 “Luxray, return,” Steve ordered, gleaming black and yellow Ultraball in hand.

 Luxray gave a final growl before dissolving into scintillating red light and returning to her ball.

 Danny climbed shakily to his feet, waving Steve off as he moved to help, and turned to Arbok. The ‘mon was less tightly coiled, rearing up to his not unintimidating full height, eyes focused on Danny.

 “That’s a good boy,” Danny said as he moved carefully toward Arbok, “Keeping me safe while I was knocked out. But we talked about this. Steve and crew are family, ohana. Remember?” Even after years together, and the most stringent training Danny could give, Arbok could still be aggressive and mistrustful when he wanted to be.

“Chaaaarvok.” The pokemon hissed out quietly, lowering himself to Danny’s height, posture less aggressive.

 “I’m not mad atcha, something went down here; even if I can’t remember it. Why don’t you take a rest, where’s your Duskball.” The mention of Arbok’s ball had him rearing back, hissing in annoyance.

 “It’s here Danny,” Steve called out. Without taking his eyes off the grumpy ‘mon in front of him Danny motioned for Steve to bring it, adding a quiet ‘slowly’ as he did so.

 A moment later Steve was standing next to him, pressing the Duskball into his hand.

 “Arbok, return.” Danny lifted the ball as the beam shot out. For a moment Arbok glowed red but before he could dematerialize he reared back further, breaking the beam in a shower of red sparks.

“ChaaaarVOK!” Arbok hissed violently and Danny’s vision was immediately full of insane superSEAL as Steve jumped between them.

 “Move you goon,” Danny ordered as he pulled at Steve’s shirt, “He won’t attack me but I don’t know about you.”  Steve just shook his head.

 “You didn’t see him when we got here Danny, He was circling you, looking at you like you were lunch. We thought he’d attacked you until we saw the zip ties.” Danny felt fearful at Steve’s grumbled statement for an instant before his brain caught up. Danny moved his hands to grip Steve’s hips and leaned his forehead against his back.

 “I know how scared that had to make you, I know you don’t trust Arbok, but if he was gonna eat me he would have done it immediately after breaking out of his ball. But he was protecting me. He only breaks out of his ball if he senses something is wrong. Something big, trust me, just move to the side.” Steve, tense under his hands, relaxed after a moment and slid to the side.

 He didn’t go far, instead, he wrapped one arm around Danny’s shoulders and pulled him into his side. Danny leaned gratefully into Steve’s side, but also spied Luxrays’ ball in Steve’s free hand.

 “See big guy, I’m fine now. Safe and sound. Get back in your ball until I sort all this out. Then you can come out. I’ll take you for a nice swim and everything.” Danny addressed his ‘mon with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Once again he lifted the Duskball to call him back but this time Arbok hissed quietly and dropped fully to the floor. Before he could react Steve pulled him backward and Arbok slithered off quickly down the short hallway toward the bathroom and lone bedroom.

 “What the hell, you overgrown worm,” Danny grumbled, dragging Steve with him to follow the snake.

 “Danny we don’t have time for this we need to get you checked…out.” Steve’s statement died on his lips as they stopped outside the bathroom door. Coming from under the door was a small trickle of blood.

 Steve immediately let go of him and reached for his gun. Before he could make contact with it though Danny grabbed his wrist.

 “You know how he feels about guns.” Danny nodded toward Arbok, who was now coiled, docile, in the open door of his bedroom. Steve grumbled but didn’t pull his gun.

 “Is that why you won’t go back,” Danny asked the serpent, “Something or someone in here?” Arbok’s only action was to turn and slither more deeply into Danny’s bedroom, eyes glowing in the gloom of his blackout curtains.

 “You don’t have to go back into your ball, yet,” Danny stressed the word harshly, “But stay put.” He raised a slightly shaky hand and pointed at his ‘mon. Arbok gave a low hiss that Danny chose to take as acceptance before turning back to the door.

 “Do your thing, Rambo.” Danny nodded at the closed door, feeling a bit nauseated as he did so. Shit, he really did need to get checked out. The longer he was on his feet the more his stomach wanted to empty itself.

 Steve grimaced, likely at the Rambo comment, and drew his weapon after placing Luxray’s ball on his belt. Danny moved to take shelter in his bedroom doorway at Steve’s glare, only just then realizing that Kono had followed them, as the two of them took up position on either side.

 Danny watched as Kono twisted the knob and Steve moved to thrust it open, only for the door to remain steadfastly shut.

 “What the…something is against it,” Steve said as he pressed more firmly. The door just started to open before someone screamed from within and slammed it shut, knocking Steve back a bit.

 “Fuck this…” Steve growled and before Danny could protest the SEAL stood tall and kicked the door open with all his might.

 Instead of the hail of bullets Danny had been expecting, another, louder, scream came from within. This time accompanied by what sounded like someone trying to climb up the walls.

 Steve and Kono, guns up, rushed in and Danny peered in behind them. There was blood all over the dingy tile of his bathroom and the shower curtain had been ripped down. Taking shelter in his tub was a Hawaiian man in a Team Skull uniform, his leg bleeding through a ripped-up pant leg from what looked like a V-shaped bite.

 “Arbok must have got him,” Danny mused aloud, “His saliva has an anticoagulant.” At the mention of his ‘mon the guy tried to scramble up the wall, backward, only to fall back into the tub when his leg wouldn’t hold him.

 “I’ll do anything, tell you anything you want, just keep that fucking thing away from me!” The guy screamed, pointing toward the door. Danny turned to find Arbok hovering menacingly behind him.

 “I told you to stay in the bedroom,” Danny grumbled at the snake. Arbok just flicked his tongue at Danny before flipping his tail toward Danny’s hand, the hand holding his Duskball.

 “Now you wanna go?” He asked and Arbok just looked at him, “Fine, return.” This time as he was enveloped in red light he only gave a short hiss before he dematerialized back into the ball.

###

  Steve stepped lightly through the hospital halls, heading for his Danno’s room. In the end, it was all very anti-climactic. He left Kono and HPD to get their Team Skull perp bundled up and dealt with while he took Danny to the hospital himself. After being assured that Danny would be okay, he had been knocked out with a gas derived from Butterfree sleep powder, Danny demanded that Steve join Kono in tracking Arcanine.

 Kono, as it turned out, hadn’t needed him. The Grunt, with a severe case of ophidiophobia, had told them exactly where the rest of the Team was holed up. After a trouncing by Chin, Kono, and Pua the other Grunts had given up easily. They returned Arcanine and even dimed out the rich collector on the mainland that hired them to snatch Arcanine for his breeding facility, as well as supplying them with the illegal knock-out gas.

 Steve often wondered why Team Skull continued to operate. The vast majority of them were terrible trainers and all of them were universally bad criminals. The few that Steve had battled that were decent were, he believed, wasting their talent. Especially as members of a wannabe Rocket replacement. They were a problem for another day though. For now, a half dozen of them were sitting in jail, a rich jackass on the east coast was being arrested for an illegal breeding ring, and Steve had an Arcanine to deliver.

 When Steve made it to Danny’s room he found his partner asleep. Quietly Steve dropped down into the chair by the bed frowning at the I.V. stand and vitals monitor. Everything seemed to be in order but he still didn’t like it. Steve dropped Arcanines ball onto the tray table and took Danny’s hand in his.

 “I got Arcanine back babe. He’s right here waiting on you for when you wake up.” Steve said quietly and Danny just slept on. Smiling, Steve leaned back in his chair to wait. He was just closing his eyes, thinking of working in a nap, when the shaking of Arcanines' ball caught his attention.

 As the indicator began to flash Steve lunged, grabbing the pokeball from the table and pointing it at the floor. In a flash of white light Arcanine appeared, stretching his bulk in the limited space of the hospital room.

 “Hey, why’d ya stop hol’ing my hand, we fightn?” Danny’s slightly slurred question caught Steve’s attention before he could scold the canine, who was now curling up at the foot of Danny’s bed. Glad Danny was awake and happy he had saved him from being crushed under Arcanine’s weight, Steve dropped back into his chair and took Danny’s hand again.

 “No Danno, we’re not fighting. I had to get Arcanine’s ball before he landed on you.” Steve replied, smiling when Danny cast a bleary eye around for his poke’.

 “He’s curled up on the floor, safe and sound, and there are several Team Skull numbskulls sitting in lock up,” Steve explained and Danny lay back on his pillows.

 “What’d they wan’ him for? ‘Sides his awesome hair?” Danny queried and Steve had to suppress a laugh. The Butterfree gas must have still been in his system, his carefully controlled Jersy accent was slipping in.

 “Rich guy on the east coast saw the article, hired them to snatch him. The guy has been under investigation for ties to an illegal breeding ring. Arc’s poke’napping will be the nail in his coffin.” Steve explained, he could give Danny the full details when he was more awake.

 Danny gave him a crooked smile and rolled onto his side to face him more fully.

“Coulda tol’em it was a waste of time. Tried to breed him. Females and Dittos. He’s got no interest. The only lady he’s ever liked is yer Pyroar...and thas different. Think he might be gay.” Danny trailed off with a chuckle before snuggling into his pillow, still gripping tight to Steve’s hand.

 Steve just shook his head and settled back in his chair, still holding Danny’s hand. Homosexual behavior had been seen in pokémon, but it wasn’t very common. Steve couldn’t help but chuckle. If that was the case that would just be Danny’s odd luck. Accidentally got a purebred Growlithe, with rare bloodlines, and it evolved into an Arcanine with zero interest in females.

 Not that it mattered, not really. Everyone was safe and sound, Danny was on the mend and Arcanine was home. They could talk more later. Maybe…just maybe Danny would think about moving in with him now. Arcanine gave a quiet snort in his sleep, like he could hear Steve’s pining thoughts, and curled into himself more.

 Leaning back Steve closed his eyes with a smile, deciding to join the pair in a nap.

[mcdannoangelwolf]

That’s a great idea with the prompts to keep yourself in a writing mode, J! I‘m sending you McDanno Steve/Danny! Yay! Thank you a lot!

@cowandcalf Thank you SO Much for this prompt. It was fun. Your Pokemon number came up to a Pokemon called Archeops. A Fossil Pokemon. This story turned into less of a focus on it and more of story about many Fossil Pokemon lol. I hope that's ok!

At the end of the story are pics of the all the Pokemon featured. I'll name them as well lol. Most of the info i give about the pokemon in this story is from Bulbapedia. Some of it is my own headcanon.

This story may or may not be set in my future Pokemon Fusion. None of Teams Pokemon are mentioned in it. It could also be in the same universe of Charizard. For now it is just a stand alone.

“Danno, Danno, guess what!” Danny had just enough time to put the knife down and turn around before Charlie was barreling into him. Thankfully he had the counter to brace against as Charlie all but climbed him. 

 “Whoa, whoa bud. Careful now. You know Danno’s got a dodgy knee.” Danny admonished gently as he secured Charlie to his hip. 

 “Sorry, Danno. Are you okay? I can get down. I just wanted to show you.” Charlie wiggled to hop back to the floor but Danny just held on. 

 “Its fine son, what did you want to show me?” Danny asked, keeping his boy right where he was. Charlie was growing like a weed. He wouldn’t be able to do this kind of thing much longer. 

 “Look what we found at the store.” Charlie waved a crumpled flyer Danny had previously ignored in favor of not toppling over. Danny took it and had to immediately fight the urge to groan. It was an advert for the Fossil Restoration Center. The facility was finally opening up for tours.

 “Can we go Danno, can we please?” Charlie asked, batting his eyes at him like Danny was sure Grace taught him. 

 Danny knew this day would come as soon as the place was announced. Charlie loved “dinosaur” pokémon so he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no.  He could, however, stall. 

 “We’ll talk about it after dinner kiddo. Now, where’s Steve? Did you leave him at the store and run here?” Danny asked as he sat his son back on the floor. 

 “No, but the rascal did leave me to carry the groceries in on my own.” Steve appeared, carrying two canvas shopping bags, smiling like a madman. 

 “Sorry, sorry!” Charlie yelped before racing toward the garage, “I got it!” 

 Danny just shook his head, he loved that kid, and moved to take one of the bags from Steve. 

 “Did he show you the flyer?” Steve asked him, excited. With Steve, Danny could; and did, roll his eyes. 

 “Yes, he gave me the flyer. I told him we’d talk about it after dinner. Hopefully, he’ll forget about it.” Danny replied, setting the bag down to unload. 

 “Come on Danno, don’t be that way.” Danny could hear the playful pout in Steve’s voice. 

 Danny just rolled his eyes and went back to prepping dinner. 

 *** 

 Charlie, much to Danny’s annoyance, didn’t forget. He spent the entirety of dinner rhapsodizing about Fossil Pokémon and the Restoration Center. Danny did his best to steer his son toward other areas of conversation; his school work, his surfing lessons, and Grace's training, but Charlie wouldn’t be deterred. Steve, the traitor, just sat and smiled serenely the entire time. By the time dinner was over Danny was agreeing to go for a tour as soon as Grace came back from Trainer Camp. 

 “You know,” Steve called from the en-suite as Danny lay back on their bed, “you’ve never actually told me what your issue with Fossil Pokémon is.” 

 “Jurassic Park, Steven. Jurassic Park.” Danny replied without looking away from the phone. He was looking for any reason he could find to avoid going to the Restoration Center. 

 “Fossil Pokémon aren’t the same as dinosaurs Danny.” Steve appeared in the doorway, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, before ducking back in. 

 “I’m pretty sure Tyrantrum were close to T-Rex size. And Kabutops have blades for hands.” Danny finally gave it up as a lost cause and tossed his phone onto the bedside table. 

 “The Restoration Center doesn’t have a Tyrantrum Danno,” Steve smiled as he swaggered out of the bathroom in just his boxer briefs, “And Kabutops only attack underwater. Pretty sure the tours won’t be going into the water.” 

 Steve sprawled out on the bed next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist before speaking again. 

 “Come on Danno, give me the real reason.” Danny groaned up at the ceiling before finally caving in, resigned to sounding like a dumbass. 

 “I don’t know ok? I just...I don’t like them. I feel like it’s unnatural. Fossil Pokémon are and should be, just that. Fossils. Just because something can be done doesn’t mean it should be done. What’s next, reviving pets or god forbid people?” Danny knew he was ranting a bit but he had been holding this in for a long time. 

 “Okay so your issue is less chaotic rampage and more Jeff Goldblum,” Steve replied after a while and Danny gave a halfhearted ‘yes’ in return, “I understand that. I do. And I’m not gonna try and sway you. You know the science behind fossil revival as well as I do. How and why it works with pokes’ and only pokes’. I’m also not going to try and debate the ethics of fossil revival with you because, honestly, I don’t care about them enough to have a real opinion about them.” Steve told him quietly and Danny breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to get into an ethical debate on the issue. Or any debate on the issue.

 “But I am going to admonish you to try and not rain on Charlie’s parade. He loves dinosaurs and fossil pokes’. In a few years, he’ll, probably, grow out of it. When he’s older you can talk about it. For now, just let him enjoy it.” 

Danny rolled onto his side to face Steve as his partner spoke and when he finished Danny scooted in and pressed a kiss to Steve’s nose. 

 “I plan to do my utmost best not to be a tool about it. But I’m gonna need you and your nerdy enthusiasm to run interference for me.” Danny told him and Steve grinned wide. 

 “That is going to be very easy because I am stoked about this. I’ve been waiting for them to open for tours. I’m hoping that we see Rampardos and Bastiodon. I love those guys…” Danny just groaned and buried his face in the pillow as Steve went on. 

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 “Welcome to the Fossil Restoration Center, my name is Silver and I’ll be your tour guide for the day.” Danny had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at the ginger-haired tour guide's overly cheery attitude. He had been dreading this trip since agreeing to it. True to his word though he had been putting on a brave face and not letting Charlie see how much he hated the idea of the place. Steve, bless him, made it a lot easier. Anytime Charlie brought up the trip Steve was fast to swoop in so they could geek out together. 

 ‘You never know Danno,’ Grace had told him once she found out about the trip after returning from camp, ‘Once you get there and see them, learn about them, maybe you’ll change your mind.’ 

 Danny had half-heartedly agreed with his daughter but privately believed otherwise. Still, as a trainer himself, he was determined to at least try and if not enjoy himself then to at least learn something. 

 It was easier than he had expected it to be. Charlie and Steve were by and large the most enthusiastic of not only the four of them but of their tour group as a whole and stayed mostly toward the front. This let Danny stay toward the back of the group, Grace keeping him company, and take in the exhibits on his own. 

 The underwater exhibits, a Plexiglas tunnel through the habitat, was pretty cool. Grace, favoring grass and fairy types, had enjoyed learning about Lileep and Cradily. Charlie’s face had been pressed against the glass so hard, watching the Armaldo and Kabutops swim that Danny swore he was going to sieve through it. Even Steve stood awestruck, turning in place to try and see as much as he could. 

 Above the underwater exhibits were touch tanks with Kabuto and Omanyte. Danny had come close to losing his shit when Silver encouraged them to interact with the pokémon but stopped when the guide explained. 

 “Kabuto, unlike their evolved forms, dwelled on the sea floor. We’ve learned that they are largely filter feeders but also used their tusks to dig food from the sand. Likely ancient crustacean pokémon. Omanyte, unlike Omastar, feeds off plankton and fish eggs. They are very docile with humans and while Kabuto seems to like being left alone, Omanyte rather enjoys interaction.” 

 Despite knowing it was safe Danny couldn’t help but hover closely as Charlie stroked the back of a few Kabuto. It was also a prime location to watch two Omanyte try and climb up Steve’s arm. 

 Outside, in the pasture zone, Danny was thrilled when Steve got his wish. A medium-sized herd of Bastiodon and Shieldon lazed around the in the sun. Further on, in a more securely fenced paddock, a small group of Rampardos and Cranidos resided. 

 “We’ve learned that Bastiodon and Sheildon are very docile, herbivores, and very social. Shieldon, both bred and revived, are cared for and looked after by all the adults in the group. We have three family groups here, each consisting of two Bastiodon and three Shieldon. From our study, we believe that ancient groups would have consisted of groups roughly the same size. The pokémon here have been socialized with humans for years so we have a small group that you’ll be able to feed and interact with shortly.” Silver explained and Danny once more had to swallow hard at the idea of his kids around the shield-faced pokémon.

 “What about the Cranidos and Rampardos?” Steve asked and Danny smiled at the excitement in his partner's voice. 

 “The Cranidos line, we’ve observed, is much more aggressive than the Shieldon line. They are very competitive, head-butting not only each other but also their environment. They live in small family groups, no larger than four. They are omnivorous but lean more toward meat than plants. At the moment only Center Trainers are allowed to interact with them. However, we will be getting a closer look once feeding time is over.” Silver explained and Danny swore Steve looked a little disappointed at not being able to get closer. 

 Danny watched as Steve’s disappointment evaporated once they reached the observation area of the paddock. They all watched as Cranidos and Rampardos ran around the area, head-butting one another as well as the steel walls and large rocks of the paddock. The clangs and thuds they made were so loud that Danny cringed. He knew the mons’ skulls were thick but he still marveled at how unaffected the pokémon seemed after the hits. 

 Afterward, they left the paddock and, much to Danny’s general alarm, walked through the larger area where the Bastiodon and Shieldon grazed, to a smaller paddock. There one of the larger Bastiodon lay in a shady spot while four Shieldon ran around playing. 

 “This handsome fellow here is Bruno,” Silver remarked as he walked over to the Bastiodon and patted its side, “He evolved from the very first Shieldon revived here. He’s big, lazy, and very friendly. He spends most of his days eating and sleeping. However, he spends most of his nights guarding the rest of the group, walking the perimeter of their sleeping areas.” 

 Several of the group laughed and even Danny chuckled, finding himself liking the big behemoth. 

 “Can we…can we touch him?” Danny focused on his son as Charlie piped up. 

 “Yes, but just a few at a time. He’s very friendly and loves visitors, but we try not to overwhelm him. You can also grab a few Berries and sit, try to attract some of the Shieldon. These are some of the older ones so they’re more used to humans.” Silver explained and Danny watched as both Steve and Charlie all but ran to grab some berries while most of the group queued up to meet Bruno. 

 While Grace queued up to meet Bruno Danny hung back to watch Steve and Charlie. Both sat cross-legged in the grass and brandished their berries. One of the pokémon climbed right into Charlie’s lap without hesitation and ate the Berries from his hand. Two others all but tackled Steve, pushing at him and each other with their heads. It was a rare thing that could rip Danny’s focus from his children but as Steve’s face lit up in a beatific smile, loud laughter roaring out of him, Danny had eyes for no one else. 

 “Danno, Danno you gotta come pet these guys. They’re awesome!” Steve called, breaking Danny out of his thoughts. With all eyes on him Danny knew that he couldn’t say no so, slowly, he walked over and knelt between Charlie and Steve. Reaching out to one of the two in Steve’s lap he was surprised when one of the Shieldon immediately butt its head into his palm. From the light sheen of the mon’s head, he had expected to feel the cold metallic skin of a steel-type. Instead, it was warm and dense, almost like really thick leather over rock. It was very sturdy but had just the slightest bit of give to it.  

 “I want one,” Steve told him with a smile and Danny just grinned. 

 “You can add your name to the waiting list, but we’re still a few years away from breeding for trainers,” Silver said from above them and Danny looked up to find the guide standing near them. 

 “Really?” Danny could have groaned aloud at the eagerness in Steve’s voice. 

 “Yes. We plan to offer breeding for certain species within the next few years. Shieldon is at the top of the list. You can ask about it at the registration desk. For now, we should be moving on.” Silver addressed the last to the group at large. 

 Danny helped Steve and Charlie to their feet and let the nearby handlers herd the Shieldon away. 

 The last stop on the tour was a large, domed, cage that they were all ushered into. Inside was a large stand of trees around a deep pond with lots of bushes and flowers scattered around.  

 “Ok all, here is where things might get disappointing,” Silver addressed the group as they stepped close to the pond, pulling a silver whistle out of the pocket of their lab coat, “This is the Aviary, in here lives a few pods of Archeops and Archen. The Archen are very friendly, but Archeops are more standoffish. They’ve never attacked anyone, but they tend to keep hidden and keep the rest of the pod with them. I’ll try calling for them.” With that Silver used the whistle, letting out several short bursts. 

 Danny waited, along with the rest of the group, for several moments. After a couple of minutes, Silver blew the whistle again. This time Danny thought he saw some movement in the trees but, once again, nothing appeared. 

 “Well folks, sadly, it seems like they won’t be showing today. If you have any questions I’ll be happy to answer them. We may get lucky if we wait a few moments.” 

 Several people raised their hands but Danny tuned out the Q&A. He was hoping they would move on soon. If he was being honest his knee was starting to bother him and he was getting a bit hungry. He didn’t want to risk turning into a grouch and ruining the kids' day. 

 “Hey, what’s that?” Charlie's voice brought Danny out of his musings and he craned his head around just in time to see his son break off from the group and shoot toward a clump of bushes nearby. 

 “Charlie, don’t,” Danny called out just as Steve called for the boy to wait. Both he and Steve moved to follow Charlie but before they could get more than a few steps Charlie was already on his way back, having stooped to pick something up from the shade of the bushes. 

 “I think he’s sick, or hurt.” Charlie offered and Danny almost swallowed his tongue as he saw the small blue and red head of an Archen rubbing against Charlie's shirt. 

 “Buddy, you shouldn’t do tha-“ Steve started, Danny was still in too much shock to speak, but he was cut off by a shrill call.

 “AAAARCHEOOOOPS!” An Archeops jumped from the trees and made a mad dash toward Charlie. Danny’s hand went to the pokeball at his belt, and he saw Steve, a few feet ahead of him do the same. 

 The Archeops was fast though, faster than Danny would have given credit to the gangly bird-like ‘mon, and before either of them could act it was standing in front of Charlie. Standing a few inches shorter than Charlie the ‘mon craned its head back to look him in the eye. Danny couldn’t help but picture the raptors from Jurassic park as the Archeops bobbed its green and red head toward his son. 

 “Here, he was in the bushes, alone.” Charlie, without a hint of fear, held out the tiny Archen to the Archeops. Danny, having halted when the pokémon got within striking distance of his son, crept closer as the Archeops dipped its head into Charlie’s cupped hands; sniffing and nuzzling at the Archen. 

 As Danny got within arm's length of his son the Acheops suddenly reared back and to the side, eyes fixed on him as it ran around Charlie to stand between him and his son. 

 “What the hell, you overgrown chicken, that’s my kid.” Danny hissed at the Archeops. The Archeops, in reply, just puffed up and hissed back at Danny. Danny was shocked as the ‘mon ruffled its feathers and spread its wings, obviously trying to block Charlie from his view. 

 “Melvin, that’s enough of that,” Danny kept his eyes on the agitated Archeops as Silver walked over to them, “If you’d keep better track of Herbert this wouldn’t happen.” He again addressed the pokémon before turning to Danny. 

 “I’m sorry sir, this is Melvin, one of the first revived pokémon here at the center. The fluff ball in, I’m assuming your son’s hands, is his hatchling. Herbert.” Silver gestured between the Archen in Charlie’s hands and the Arcehops between them. 

 “So that’s why the big feather duster won’t let me near my kid?” Danny questioned and Silver nodded. 

 “Melvin is very protective of his chick. He’s also very fond of children overall. He must think you’re…intimidating.” Silver offered with a shrug. 

 “The poke’ has no idea.” Danny heard Steve say quietly, followed by several snickers from the tour group. 

 Danny fumed silently, trying to understand how he had come to be fighting an overgrown chicken for his kid. Before he could come up with anything Charlie’s hand appeared on top of Archeops blue-green head. 

 “That’s my Danno, Melvin. He’s great.” Danny watched as Charlie stroked the ‘mon’s head and neck as he spoke. The…Melvin deflated under the touch, wings folded and head craned into Charlie's touch. 

 Danny knelt as Charlie circled the ‘mon, still stroking his head with one hand while he cradled the tiny Archen to his chest with the other. 

 “He’s awfully small, are they always that small when they hatch?” Danny found himself asking. The Archen was so small it could probably fit in a Pokeball without dematerializing. 

 “Sadly no,” Silver replied with a sigh, “Herbert is unusually small. We’re unsure why. He’s quite adventurous for his size, always running about the Aviary. Despite Melvin’s attempts to keep him in his nest. He tires quickly, usually dropping on the spot where he stands.” 

 “So he’s not sick?” Charlie questioned, looking down at the tiny bird ‘mon snoozing in his hand. 

 “No, he’s not sick. He’s probably been exploring all morning. He’s just tired.” Silver respond and Charlie smiled. 

 Before Danny could say anything else the Archen roused and gave a few short chirps. In response, Melvin gave a rumbled purr and leaned to nuzzle his beak against it. Danny watched in fascination as the two pre-historic mon’ chirped and rumbled at each other for a few moments. After a bit, Herbert stood up in Charlie's palm and hopped onto Melvin’s head. He ambled over Melvin’s head, slid down his neck, and nestled down on his back. 

 “Arch arp.” Melvin rumbled out, leaning to nuzzle his head and beak against Charlie's chest and shoulder, making the boy giggle. 

  After that Melvin straightened up, and gave Danny what was unmistakably a glare, before turning and taking off back into the trees. 

 As they left the Center a short while later, Steve and Charlie talking at high speed together about the Shieldon, Archen, and Archeops, Danny knew that he’d be inquiring about an Archen for Charlie when his son was Trainer age.

For those on mobile the Pokemon are Archen, Archeops, Omanyte, Omastar, Kabuto, Kabutops, Lileep, Cradily, Armaldo, Cranidos, Ramparts, Shieldon, and Bastiodon.

[mcdannoangelwolf]

Wip/Last Line Wip tag game.

Oi! Hello Yall! i Have been tagged by my Buddies and Besties @cowandcalf @merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale @ellena-asg @mayberrycryptid

For the Wip Tag Game and the Last Line Wip Tag game. So I've decided to answer them all in one. This is a segment for the for the current Pokemon Prompts I'm writing, (While I struggle with the Prompts from the, now outdated, 2019 Inktober List (that I am DETERMINED TO FINISH), In this case an H50/McDanno fic!

This is less of a "last line" and more of a last few paragraphs. It is nearly done. I hope yall enjoy it!

" Steve had told him all about the deal he had made with CHarizard, about finding Charizard a place he could be safe and taken care of. Danny knew Steve had been relentlessly searching for just such a place. Danny knew the current two front runners were the Charicific Valley or one of the Lental Islands. Danny knew that Steve preferred these areas because CHarizard could live free. In the valley he’d be surrounded by his own kind and since the Lental Islands were No-Catch zones he’d never have to worry about humans again. He knew Steve had put out feelers to certain Professors and Researchers about trustworthy trainers, incase Charizard didn’t want to live wild.

 Much to Danny’s upset Steve had, apparently, never considered that Charizard was already in a safe place with a trainer that could take care of him."

I hope this doesn't give away too much of the story!

As to tagging. It seems like everyone I know has been tagged, multiple times, lately lol. So If you see this I want you to consider yourself tagged. Whether we're friends, followers, or mutuals, or none of the above. Feel free to share!!!

[mcdannoangelwolf]

A Primer on my Pokemon Stories.

Hello All.

I thought i would go ahead and put together a quick thing about the stories I posted recently.

First of all, I pulled a lot of the technical stuff I pulled out of the air and some head-canons. If you have any questions I'll happily explain my thoughts.

Second, Pokemon and normal animals exist side by side in these stories. Largely because I dislike the idea of humans eating Pokemon, as has been hinted at in the anime. As I explained in Charizard Pokemon and normal animals do not feed on or breed with one another. They are incapable of doing the latter entirely. They simply coexist alongside one another.

Third, Danny and Steve each have different nicknames for "Pokemon" based on their upbringing. Danny calls them 'mon and Steve calls them pokes'. I'm sure that you gathered that from from the stories but I just thought I would list them lol.

I hope that you all enjoy the stories, (links provided here for easy finding), and I would adore hearing your thoughts.

Charizard Prompt

Growlithe/Arcanine Prompt

Archeops Prompt