Fiery Resolve 1

Heh, Dave & Buster's…haven't been here in a while…always used to come with my family…but that's not what I'm talking about. I'd like to be called Jon, and well…I'm going to explain one thing before I let this 'story' get started….I want to get how I ended up as a Quilava out of the way first, so…let's get started with this…

The large room was filled with a vast assortment of games, the center holding something similar to a bar and the occasional dining table, not to mention that it was also brimming with groups of people, mostly young adults and children."Come on Jon, let's try this game!" Pushing their way past a crowd was a small group of teens, the loud sounds from the games masking their voices easily. "We should try playing this one!" She yelled pointing out one of many shooter arcade games in the room; loud gunshot sound effects echoing from each and every machine.

"What's the point…?" Replied one of the teens, fixing his glasses and sighing, his voice heavily masked by the noises around them. "I'm bored…" He said simply, but none of his friends even heard him.

"What was that, man!?" One of the two guys hanging with the pair called.

"I can't hear you!" The single girl hanging with them yelled at him. "Speak up, Jon!" She yelled again.

He shook his head, groaning and fiddling with his unnecessarily thick jacket. "Look, I'm bored!" He yelled. "This ain't what I wanted to do today and you guys know that!" He yelled shaking his head with an annoyed expression.

"And why's that, man!?" The other guy hanging with them called. "We're here celebrating your 20th b-day early, we should be havin' fun!" Jon shook his head at that statement.

Some of the flashing lights from the games began to glare Jon's glasses, making him avert his gaze to avoid its annoying flickers. "Look, I'm not interested in this today!" He yelled. "It's Sunday, I just want to go home, probably play some Pokémon games and relax! The same thing applies for my birthday!" He exclaimed. His friends weren't going to be around, each of them heading off on their own trips, so they decided to celebrate early by going out, something they normally never did.

"Oh come on!" The girl shrugged his statement off. "You're going to be 20; it's about time you gave up on Pokémon!" The loudness of the games didn't let up, but Jon heard her clearly enough.

Jon looked to her, the light from the games masking his eyes with a multitude of colors and images. "And this coming from the girl who used to play those games with me…what's wrong with you Star!?" He glared at her with intense distaste of her statement. "I don't care how old I get; I'll still like Pokémon, even if it's only the games!" Star sighed at that and looked to the guys behind her and Jon, both watching quietly.

"Please?" She asked getting close to him, mainly so he could hear what she was saying without having to yell. "Just to make Kent, Tory and I happy, OK?" She smiled at him.

Jon sighed and looked around. "Fine….let's play something…" He mentally rolled his eyes. "But not for too long…" He mumbled rubbing his head, finding that he was starting to sweat. "I don't feel so, heh, hot…" He sighed.

"Alright!" Star dragged him away, while Tory and Kent went off on their own, sticking close by. Jon and Star agreed on playing one of the shooter games, while the others stuck to playing simpler games nearby, like Skee Ball.

"See, isn't this fun!?" Star smiled, aiming and taking down a few enemies in the game; Jon just nodded and continued shooting.

"I'd rather play Pokémon than play…" He groaned before mumbling it. "House of the Dead…" Although the game was one of his favorites, he could never beat it and it fell into disinterest in his eyes.

Jon began to focus on playing the game, but his actual thoughts wandered onto something he'd rarely think about, at least while doing something with others. He imagined himself as one of his many favorite Pokémon, Quilava, rushing at an opponent surrounded by flames. His focus began to wander from the game to his imagination and it started to show when he was knocked out of the game and the continue counter came up.

"Jon!" He snapped out of his thoughts, looking to Star, sweating a bit harder.

"W-what?" He asked wide-eyed, rubbing the sweat from his head again. "A-are you hot…?" He asked with a hint of dizziness, his balance failing a bit. "I…I don't feel so well…" He mumbled shaking his head just as the counter hit zero, making a game over for him.

Star quickly got Kent and Tory to help get Jon away from all of the games and flashing lights, thinking he might've been afflicted with some sort of heavy light-based sickness. The quad got themselves a table just outside of the gaming area, thinking Jon just needed to eat something; while waiting for the waiter to come, Jon's sweating faded, being replaced with constant scratching of his upper back.

"Now what…?" Star asked looking at Jon with a questioning stare.

"Ugh…just, uh…" He kept reaching down his back, but blushed at the sight of his female friend eying him with a raised eyebrow. "Uh…n-nothing…just a really…REALLY…annoying itch…" He groaned reaching back to his upper back and vigorously scratching there. "It…kinda burns…" He added.

"Dude, calm it down…" Tory mumbled looking around as a few curious eyes got his attention.

Jon ignored his begging and stood up suddenly, but quickly regretted it when his balance failed him once more. "Oh…I don't feel so good…" He mumbled holding his mouth shut.

Kent stood up at this and helped Jon stay stable. "I'll get him to the bathroom; if it gets worse we're taking him to the hospital." He took charge, tapping the keys clipped to his belt before guiding Jon towards a nearby restroom.

Once inside, Jon forced his way to a stall, closing himself in and swiftly throwing up into the toilet. His groans echoing as he continued making some, who were in there a bit uncomfortable, all of them finishing their business and leaving quickly.

"Oh god…" The sound of the toilet flushing echoed. "Someone forgot to flush!" He gagged before once again throwing up.

Kent laughed at that. "Always, always, look before you leap man…even when sick." He stated crossing his arms leaning against the side of the wall nearest the stall Jon was in. He waited for a while when Jon's gagging and agonized moaning died out and knocked on the door. "Yo man, you OK in there?" He asked knocking again. "Jon? Hey man? Hello?" He was trying to push the door open, but found it to be locked.

"I…I'm okay…god…just my back really hurts..." Jon was now sitting on a closed toilet, rubbing his back now, and still sweating badly. "I don't know what's wrong with me…but I think going to the hospital is needed…!" He demanded.

"Alright then…get out of there so we can go…" Kent raised an eyebrow at the fact the door was locked.

"Uh…" Kent looked around, the smell of something burning getting his attention. "Is something burning, Kent?" Jon called unlocking the door and coming out, smoke billowing from his back.

"The fu-you are…on fire!" Kent yelled stunned.

"What…?!" Jon started patting his back violently, but the smoke increased. "Put it out damn it! Put it out!" He yelled starting to run around the bathroom flailing his arms, the smoke soon turning into a fire.

"Dude, the toilets!" Kent yelled.

"Hell no~!" Jon yelled trying to use a sink to stop the growing flame, only for another one to burst from his pants. "What's happening~!?" He cried.

Kent didn't say a word and took a wastebasket, which conveniently had no openings in it, filled it with water from the sink and dumped it on Jon. The fires went out, but left his clothes tattered somewhat.

"Oh crap…" Jon mumbled looking around for something to cover the hole in his pants, but finding nothing, finally choosing to pull them up even higher than normal. "A-Am I burned, man…?" He turned and pointed to his back, Kent stared at him blankly, seeing a series of red dots there. The 'dots' were larger than any bump that existed and Kent seemed to be lost once seeing it. "Kent…?" Jon asked looking back.

"You're one of 'em…" He shook his head and reached for his pocket.

"'One of 'em'?" Jon repeated looking questionably at him. "One of what…?" Kent didn't reply and pulled out what appeared to be a small spray bottle; he was preparing to aim it at Jon, but he reacted by pushing Kent away and knocking him to the floor. "What the hell were you…?" Jon got a better look at what Kent was holding; it was now on the floor away from him. "What the…a…spray bottle…?" He asked. "What were you going to do…?" Kent still didn't reply and reached for the bottle.

He grabbed it and got up slowly, his expression somewhat blank. "You're one of 'em…" He repeated.

"One of what?!" Jon yelled, but Kent only replied by aiming the spray bottle at him again. "What are you going to do, spray some water or something in my face?" Jon asked mockingly, but Kent refused to answer, and pulled the trigger on the bottle; a strange mist blew at Jon's face, but he seemed to ignore it. "What the hell was that…?" Jon asked raising an eyebrow.

"Not strong enough…" Kent was about to spray it again.

"Get that otta my face!" Jon yelled slapping it away and pushing Kent aside, his dizziness, itchiness and sickness vanishing. "You do weird crap, but this tops it…" He pushed the door open, but paused when he saw who was there. "What the…?" Most of the people passing by suddenly stopped and stared at him, each of them looking on with a blank stare.

"There it is…" A kid pointed in Jon's direction.

"What the hell…?" Jon backed away. "Now I'm an 'it'?" He asked wanting to get away, but was jumped by Kent, who tried to hold him still as the crowd slowly walked towards them. "Kent what's up with you!?" He yelled looking back at his friend.

"Can't let you go now…" Kent said blankly.

"Wh-what? Let go man, let go!" Fire erupted from Jon's back and near his butt, the flames blowing Kent away, back into the bathroom, his clothes burnt, but he was otherwise fine. "W-what the…" Jon looked behind him, his back was on fire, but it didn't burn him, just some of his clothes.

"Get it!" Another kid yelled running at him, but Jon moved aside and let the kid fall face-first to the bathroom floor.

"I…what's going on!?" He yelled breaking into a run as the crowd started lunging at him. "Oh crap~!" He ran back towards the dining area, Star and Tory were there, waiting, both holding a bottle like Kent's.

"You're one too…?" Tory mumbled.

"What do you mean by 'too'?" Jon backed away, but was met with resistance at the sound of the crowd catching up, forcing their way slowly through the cramped hall behind him.

"Don't fight it…" Star stepped closer, showing a smile. "Everything's going to be fine, Jon…just…stay still…" She was about to pull the trigger on the bottle.

"One of them…" A waiter came up to them, Jon taking the cups he was holding and dumping the water and ice on his friends, then pushing past them.

"I'm sorry…!" He yelled running, panting, his voice strained. The crowd caught up, now the only thing separating Jon from them was a single pathway. "Why is everybody chasing me~!?" Jon cried looking back, not paying attention to what was in-front of him; he slammed into the railing of the stairs, his gaze fixed on the floor below as he started to fall over. "Wha…?" He caught himself, eyes widened, breathing intensely. "I…I…" He started laughing backing away. "I…almost died just now…" He took the chance to catch his breath, his poor stamina becoming his enemy. "What…?" On top of his draining stamina, his vision was starting to fail him. "What…could've…that spray…!" He tried to shake his vision clear, almost losing his glasses in the process.

"Jon!" The crowd seemed to stop and let Star through. She stopped in-front of him, looking concerned.

"Wa-Star…?" Jon mumbled rubbing his eyes, the flames vanishing from his back.

"Come on, Jon…we're really just trying to help you…" He looked to his friend with drowsy, questioning eyes.

"Help me…?" He repeated. "By sending them after me…?" He asked pointing back to the crowd behind them. "Star, I don't know…something's….something's not right…" He started to stumble towards the steps. "I…can't trust you…any of you…" He held onto the railing and started running down.

"But, Jon!" Star started after him.

"Stay away…!" Jon yelled gaining some more adrenaline and running down quickly, still stumbling slightly, his blurred vision taking notice to a door leading out into the parking lot. "I need…help…" He groaned pushing his way past the door and falling to his knees, breathing heavily. "I…what was that…?" He shook his head and tried to stand, only to fall to the ground again. The sounds of voices getting closer echoed from behind the door.

A white van pulled into the parking lot, stopping near where Jon had fallen, two men getting out. "Told you to make that stuff stronger!" One of them said walking towards Jon.

"Damn it…" He groaned, his vision fading in and out, but he was more irritated by an intense itching on his arms to lose to the spray's effects. "Can't…" He tried standing again, but the other man, ignoring his partner's complaint, ran over and kicked Jon to the ground again.

"Just quit kid." He said simply stepping on his back.

"Yeah it's over, take a break…" The other said catching up; both starting to laugh.

"Why should he?" Their laughter was cut short by something large lifting them off the ground and slamming their heads together, easily knocking them out.

"Why not save me some…?" Another voice called from behind Jon, the sounds of fists hitting the door he had passed through echoing.

"There were only two, stop complaining." The other first voice said with a groan.

Jon's vision wasn't completely gone, but his glasses were knocked off, making it fairly hard to make out the ones who saved him. "What…are you…?" He asked making out the image of something that didn't look human to him.

"You'll know everything some other time," The second voice stated, a figure walking over to him and kneeling. "You were lucky…we're pretty close to our base and it's getting late…not too many people on the streets at this hour…" He felt someone lift him off the ground, but his vision was all but gone.

"Let's go before something else happens…." Jon wasn't able to make out the rest of what they were saying as his vision was replaced with darkness, his ears slowly cutting out all sound and a new pain shot through his body for an instant.

Once more he dreamt about being a Quilava, this time shooting flames at random targets, having fun doing so. His dreams skipped a beat, now having him as a Quilava running through a grassy plain, his stamina great, his breathing easy, nothing stopping him from his rush. Another quick skip, this time showing him watching something from a long distance away, he was able to make out the shapes easily, something he couldn't do with his normal poor vision; he could see without the need for glasses. He watched a small group of Pokémon quickly run around the area, and looked on with a warm smile, he was at peace. But just as he began to relax, everything began to fade, darkness overtaking the plain and before him stood his friends and family; he was human again, but he hated it.

Jon!

He could hear each of them calling to him, his parents, his brother, Kent, Tory and Star even his old classmates were among them, calling to him.

Wake up already!

You've been sleeping too long, man!

You really need to stop sleeping like this…

Wake up!

Jon!

"I'm awake…!" Jon shot his eyes open and pushed himself up, he was laying on his stomach, but something felt different. "W-where am I…?" He looked around, it looked like he was laying on a small bed, around him were others, many empty and creatures that looked very familiar to him were wandering around, one of them heading for him. "The hell…a…Audino…?" His eyes widened, but that only made him even more surprised. "I…I can see…but…I lost my…my glasses…?" He looked around frantically, but only noticed his tattered jacket, most of it burned, on the floor next to his bed. "What happened to my…" He reached for it and jumped back; his arm, it wasn't his, at least that's what was on his mind. "What the hell…?" He mumbled looking at the cream-colored fur and the fact that his hands were now paws, but to be more specific…

"You're a Quilava." Jon looked to his right, seeing the Audino standing there, smiling. "You would occasionally burst into flames, so we had to put a fire-proof blanket on you," She looked over to his jacket. "That was burned to a crisp…not sure why anyone didn't throw it away yet…" She went over to take it; Jon's gaze was still fixated on her until she reached down and picked up his jacket.

"W-wait…" He mumbled reaching for the jacket and taking a piece that looked like it was in perfect shape, it came loose easy, and he looked it over; it was a long piece of cloth from the jacket, unburned and in what looked to be perfect condition. "I'll…keep this…" He stared at it blankly.

"Um, okay, if that'll help you." She smiled taking the rest of his burnt clothes and walking away.

"How…long was I…?"

"A week," Jon turned to see a Medicham and an Aggron standing there. "It's Sunday once again." This time Jon stared at her. "What is it?" She asked annoyed. "Stop staring, pervert!" She yelled knocking the bed he was laying on over.

"W-what?!" Jon hit the floor hard, getting everyone's attention.

"Erin…" The Aggron shook his head. "You really got to stop with the paranoia…not everyone is looking at you that way…" He added.

"Whatever!" The Medicham turned away, arms crossed, mumbling something to herself.

"W-what just happened…?" Jon mumbled as he sat up and slowly, yet awkwardly, stood up. He looked down and grabbed the cloth he'd dropped, and then it hit him, his appearance. Most of his body, from the front was cream-colored fur. "I'm a Quilava…right…?" He mumbled looking to his back the best he could, seeing blue fur. "And I can see without my glasses…" He mumbled rubbing his eyes with his free paw. "And…" He looked to the cloth again. "How did this happen…?" He seemed to slowly fall into a realm of confusion.

"Hey…" Jon looked up blankly at the Aggron. "You can call me Zackary or Zack, which ever, I don't really care," He fixed the bed, the nurses returning to their fairly slow day. "Well I can explain how this happened, but briefly, you'll learn more about the meanings behind it all later." He shrugged.

"About…?" Jon asked.

"Well, about the history behind this, but not important now," Zackary cleared his throat. "We're what you'll come to call 'Pokéumans', and well, we each have the gene of a Pokémon within us which would explain why you're what you are now. There are a lot of humans out there that have this gene. Those guys that tried to grab you a week ago were a part of the Pokéxtinction Organization, a group that's pretty much out to keep our existence secret, I think. It seems your time came to become a Pokémon, so…when you started changing they came for you." He explained.

"But why did my friends…"

"Probably brainwashed," Erin shrugged. "I'm Erin by the way, don't stare at me." She said bluntly.

"Well, what about…uh, why did I change?" Jon asked looking to Zackary again.

"That is because of the Pokéxtinction's leader causing a massive genetic explosion when he attempted to clone a Mew, am I right, Erin?" Zackary looked to the Medicham.

"Yeah, I think so." She shrugged.

The Aggron returned his attention to Jon. "We were assigned to keep an eye on you until you woke up; the head of the base is usually in-charge of giving new Pokéumans the basic info about the base and whatever else you needed, but he's busy today." He explained, his thought turning back to his explanation. "That history class paid off…" He chuckled.

"History…class?" Jon looked confused.

"Yeah," Erin turned to him. "You pretty much live here at the base and learn the things you'd need to know, like school, but without the homework." She explained. "We have more important things to teach and learn, like how to fight, and just general training." She stated.

"We're members of the 'PRT' or the Pokéuman Rescue Troop," Zackary spoke up. "It's our job to rescue Pokéumans and bring them to this base, the Penn's Landing Base." He explained.

"Um…base…PRT…" Jon shook his head.

"It might be a lot to take in, so don't harp on it too much." Erin said simply. "You'll learn more about the Pokéxtinction with time, if you work with the PRT, but if not you shouldn't worry about it too much..." She stated giving him a serious glare.

"As for the base, we can explain that…" Zackary smiled. "The base is directly underneath the Delaware River." He said simply.

"Uh…wow…okay…but…uh….never mind…I give…I don't want to know…" Jon shook his head, trying to actually forget some of the things he'd learned. "I'd be more interested in finding a way to be human again…than what you're talking about…" The pair looked at each other and sighed.

"That…I can't help you with…" Zackary said half-heartily. "It's against…" Erin elbowed him.

"It's none of your business." She cut in. "Just take this and go." She gave him a paper; it looked very familiar to him, similar to his old high school schedule, it showed classes and teacher's names, but what got his attention was mainly the top where the room number was. "…Your name?"

"Huh…?" Jon looked up and stared at Erin.

"What's your name…?" She asked getting a nervous look as he stared.

"J-Jon…just call me Jon…" He mumbled looking sadly at her.

"Don't stare at me~!" Erin yelled slapping Jon hard, making him hit the ground again, the cloth and his paper flying out of his paws.

"Why~?" He whined.

"You stared at me…" Erin turned away.

"Uh…let's just get you to your room…" Zackary helped Jon to his feet and gave him his things again. "What you going to do with the cloth?" He asked.

Jon stared at it for a minute and looked to Zackary. "I'm going to wear it…" He said putting the paper on the repositioned bed and tying it to his arm. "If it didn't burn up then maybe that's special…" He mumbled staring at it.

"You believe in that stuff?" Erin grumbled looking away.

"Well, not really, but I think it's something special if it survived me burning it…" Jon smiled.

"Well, that works for me," Zackary headed out and beckoned the two to follow. "Let's get you to that room, what's the number?" He asked.

"You two go…" Erin glared at Jon. "I'd rather not be around a pervert…" She stormed out.

"I'm a pervert for looking her in the eyes…?" Jon mumbled taking the paper and reading the room #. "109…" He said looking to Zackary.

"Cool, I know the way there." He said walking out. "It's almost curfew, so it'll be better for you if I was with you." He explained walking out, Jon chasing him. "Sorry I forgot the map, but there should be an extra in the room; your roommates might be able to part with one." He explained.

"Roommates…?" Jon asked.

"What?" Zackary looked to him. "You never shared a room before?" Jon sighed.

"Only with…" He released an even deeper sigh. "My brother…"

"Oh? Well, don't worry about it." Zackary shrugged off what he said, but looked back. "Don't think too much about the things you've lost." He said with a much more serious tone. "It'll ruin you…"
The two continued on in silence, walking through the center of the base, a large light shinning down on them, seeming to dim over time. Jon avoided looking directly at it, the brightness still too much for him and his newfound sight.

"It's like an artificial sun; don't stare at it too long, seriously." Zackary chuckled.

"I'll…keep that in mind…" Jon mumbled trying to follow, walking very awkwardly.

"Quilava are somewhat quadrupeds, you'd be better off walking like that." Zackary explained.

"But they can walk on their hind legs as well; I'll save the all-fours thing for running." Jon stated bluntly.  

"Alright then…" Zackary said nothing more on the subject and led Jon down another hall. Down this one were a series of doors, each of them metallic with a clear pipe running down the center, each numbered room had a pipe that ran down it in a different way, and had water swiftly running through them.

"Well that's nice…" Jon mumbled eying the water running through the pipes.

"Yeah, there's a different pipe number for most of the numbered rooms. Since these are the 100's there's one pipe for each door. Anything below 100 has no pipe, and anything above 199 will add on one pipe. There are a little over 500 rooms here…" Zackary said with wonder. "I'm not completely sure on the exact number." He chuckled.

"Uh…wow…but what about…my roommates?" Jon looked a bit concerned there.

"I don't really know who's living in room 109, so I can't tell you." Zackary sighed.

"Oh…okay…" Jon sighed and just followed as they reached the room.

"Well, here we are," Zackary looked to him. "If I'm right, curfew is in about…10 minutes, so someone will be coming by to let you know that." He continued down the hall. "Just press the button on the door, it'll open or knock for the heck of it." He chuckled.

Jon sighed and turned to the door, introductions weren't really his strong point and the information he'd been given about the Pokéxtinction, PRT, the base and why he's a Quilava pretty much left him confused in a sad way. He wasn't sure what to do, what to say or what to think about himself now. "Might as well do it…" He sighed deciding to knock on the door.

There were a couple of voices on the other side his new ears could pick up on, one of them getting a bit louder as the door opened. "Eh…it can't be curfew already…" A Heracross stood there, Jon hesitated.

"Uh…I…I was…assigned to this room…my name is Jon…and uh…"

The Heracross laughed and took him by surprise when he patted him on the head. "No problem kid, you're new and I think you're not too good at the introduction thing, eh?" He chuckled. "Name's William, but please call me Willy." He said with a simple salute. "Why don't ya come in and meet the ladies?" He said stepping aside.

"L-ladies…?" With Willy out of the way Jon could see all of the inhabitants of the room; a Furret, Mawile and an Emolga.

"His name is Jon…?" The Furret eyed him strangely.

"That's what he said." The Emolga pointed out.

"So?" The Mawile shrugged.

"Uh…yeah…my name is…"

"Star…?" Jon stared at the Furret.

The Emolga started laughing at what he said. "Is it 'Jon' or 'Star'? Because if it's the later, you two have the same name." She said jokingly.

"How did you know my name…?" The Furret asked.

"I'd say lucky guess…" The Mawile shrugged again.

"Uh, before this gets weird." Willy cut in. "The Mawile is Celia, she's our roommate, and these are our neighbors, Star and Sara." He said pointing to the Furret and Emolga respectively.

"How do you know my name…?" Star stepped up to Jon and glared at him, staring straight into his eyes.

"Uh…I…you sound just like the girl who tried to catch me last week…" He answered clearly, yet quietly.

Star stepped back, a smile etching across her face. "So…tell me," She started. "What did we used to do on your birthday?" Sara and Willy passed glances at each other.

"What's going on, Star…?" Sara asked.

"Looks like they know each other?" Willy asked.

"You guys used to come over my house and we'd play Pokémon most of the day…it kinda became a tradition until this year…" Jon sighed.

"And how does that explain anything, a lot of us probably did that with our friends…" Celia shrugged.

"You don't have any friends." Sara said bluntly. "You just live in this room." She added with a snide grin.

"You don't know what I had before this, rat!" Celia growled, her maw baring its fangs.

"Hold it you two," Willy got in-between them. "We don't need a fight this late or a mauled Emolga…" He said nervously.

"But…what does that prove…?" Jon asked, ignoring the three.

"Nothing!" Star giggled. "You would remember the one thing YOU only liked doing the most!" She ran over and hugged him. "You forgot about the board games we'd play, same for the video games and all, your memory sucks! I can't believe it's you Jon!" She cried.

"My memory sucks…so she recognized me from that…?" He sighed from the hug. "I…I guess that's cool, Star…I'm glad I got to see the real you again…even if you're, heh, not the same…" He said with a smile returning the hug.

"Neither are you, Jon…" She cried.

"Well, that was an interesting meeting…" Celia sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Aww you two~!" Willy yelled suddenly hugging the both of them. "Such a sweet meeting~!" He yelled tearing up. "I'm a man, but I can cry~!" He yelled.

"Uh…what's up with him…?" Jon asked trying to get away from him.

"He's…a little odd sometimes I guess." Star laughed.

"Heh…you guess?" Jon started to laugh as well.

"And things get a bit livelier around here." Sara hopped on Willy's shoulder. "Looks like we can add a fourth wheel, right?" She smiled.

"Fourth…uh…I guess so…" Jon smiled.

"Can we get some sleep now?" Celia pointed to a computer nearby; next to it was a clock, indicating 9:55 as the time.

"Isn't it a bit early to sleep?" Jon asked.

"Well, its Sunday," Willy let the pair go. "Classes tomorrow and you should read over that schedule." He said pointing to the paper still in Jon's paw.

"Oh right…I'll look at it in the morning." He said with a nod.

"We should go before we get caught by the security." Sara said hopping off of Willy's shoulder and onto Star's head.

"See ya' Jon…" Star said hugging him again. "It's nice to see you again…" She turned away and headed out with Sara still on her head.

"See ya…" Jon waved as the door closed behind them.

"You can sleep over there." Celia pointed out a solo bed nearby and laid on her own, turning her back on the two.

"Don't worry about her; she might open up to you at some point." Willy laughed heading over to a t.v. and turning it on.

"Wait…" Jon actually now got a good look at the room: there was a television, which Willy was now watching, a bunk bed which Celia was sleeping on the lower one, the computer as well as a sofa and a few chairs. The room wasn't as small as it seemed at first glance. "This is…pretty nice…" He mumbled.

"Well duh…" Willy started changing channels constantly. "We get to live in some kind of style here, wouldn't be right any other way, would it?" He asked looking back to Jon with a smirk.

"Uh…I guess." Jon sighed.

"Watch some t.v.?" Willy asked.

"No, I'm going to get some sleep; today was a bit much…" He mumbled climbing into the solo bed and laying on his stomach as before, attempting to avoid accidentally burning his bed.

"How long you been awake anyway?" Willy chuckled.

"Not long, but I want to try to get some sleep…being out cold for a week left me tired…" Jon laughed.

"Ha, yeah, well night kid." Willy said returning to watching random shows and movies, making sure the volume was set low as to not disturb the others.

"Night…" Jon let out a large sigh before turning his head away from Willy, his thoughts wandering around.

So…there…yeah…I know fast meeting and all, but that's what happens when you're stuck with time limits and all. Willy's a bit odd, but cool and well, I'd like to know more about how he got here and why he's like that…Celia…I'd best stay out of her way for a while…Sara's nice, a bit smart-mouthed, but nice…she sound's kinda young though and…Star…I'm glad this is the REAL Star…she used to always insult me playfully like that…heh…I'd rather not think about everything else…it kinda depresses me…well…that's all for today…uh…night and heck, who's actually going to hear my thoughts? It's not like someone's watching this all play out…

To Be Continued…