Vincent stood in front of the gates to Canterlot Castle, having arrived the next day in the middle of the morning. He was now staring at the guardsponies, his cold fury making his voice deep and menacing. I’d like to make an appointment with a certain ambassador, he said.

Before the guards could answer, there was a deep rumbling. Leave us. In a blue flash, Mewtwo appeared above Vincent and the guards, the Legendary looking down at Vincent.

The guards shared a look, then galloped off back towards the castle. Vincent glared up at the Legend, his defenses feeling the strength but holding, for now. Hello Mewtwo. I’d like to state, right now, that I don’t like you. Just so we’re under no illusions.

Mewtwo nodded. I’ve been understandably been getting a lot of that lately.

Yes, well, my reasons are twofold. The first one is quite simple. I dislike the way you do things. Reaching and making sure that his spoons were his hat with his powers, Vincent continued. You use your strength to get what you want or what interests you...without ever thinking of others. Without thinking that you could be wrong, and that your status as a Legend will protect you. I’ve seen it happen from the mind of another, so don’t dare say you didn’t.

Sighing, Mewtwo settled on the ground, his eyes never leaving Vincent. I’ve been lectured by Lord Arceus and Mew, and been threatened by Miss Trombley and Mage because of what I did, and I believe the Princesses no longer like me, he scoffed. If you only intend to ‘tell me off’ for what I did, you’ll find that you are a bit late, if you want to take some kind of revenge on me... well then you’ll have to get in line.

Tell me, Mewtwo, did Arceus or Xerneas tell you about me? If not, I’ll take the chance to introduce myself. My name is Vincent fucking Nurem. You hurt the first one to actually care about me. The Twisted Spoon appeared in Vincent’s right hand with a blue flash, and his eyes narrowed just a bit more.

Mewtwo’s eyes narrowed as well. I know of you, Vincent Nurem, Genesect kept me posted on his attempts to find you, he rolled his eyes. And I apologize for what happened with Luke, I made a mistake and I understand I have to live with what I did. Mewtwo turned away from Vincent with a flick of his tail. So please, don’t push this, you will not like how it will end if you continue.

You should have thought of that before you violated Luke in a way his rapists never did. Release Psychic Seal. Vincent’s strength caused a flash of blue to overtake the area as he assumed his real power. You’re no better than the damn Doctor. You did it without thinking, without caring. You’re no better than the ones that made us!

Mewtwo froze in place. His powers flared and he clenched his fists. Don’t. You. Dare. Compare me. To. THEM! He turned back to Vincent, hatred in his eyes. I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT MAN!!

I look at you and see the damn Doctor! Always wanting to know why without caring that the ones he hurt had feelings, souls, lives outside of his experiments! Tell me I’m wrong, then, that you cared, that you used your damn heart before tearing down and destroying Luke! Lie to me, I dare you!

Mewtwo glared at the boy for a moment. No. He turned away. I will indulge you no longer.

You talk like you have a choice. You ripped Luke’s away from him. High time I returned the favor. Vincent closed his eyes and braced himself before reciting his newest technique. Total Recall. I call upon the eight-hundred and fourteen…

Mewtwo sighed and gathered his memories, of his own time as an experiment, of those he’d gained from Genesect, as well as Luke. Don’t bother, I let my guard down once, it will not happen again.

Vincent snapped his eyes open and continued. I call on the thirty-three survivors, I call on my family, and I call on my own time in those walls. I call on fifteen years of hell, Mewtwo. And despite all of it, I seem to have come out with more of a heart than you. Let’s see how you fare.

Mewtwo sighed, then threw his memories back at Vincent. Enjoy being Rocket’s slave. Enjoy watching your only friends die... enjoy knowing you killed the man who considered you his son.

Surprisingly, Vincent barely flinched. My only friends dying? That was a near-weekly thing. Rocket’s slave? Father never called me by name, only by number. Killing the man who was my father? Rupert died a while ago, and you just destroyed the only replacement I have. If that’s all you’ve got, Mewtwo, then this is gonna hurt you more than me! Vincent held up a glowing hand, ready to push his memories onto the Legend.

Mewtwo’s eyes widened and he pushed harder against Vincent’s memories. I WON’T BE BEATEN AGAIN! AND NOT BY A MERE CHILD!

Luke did what he could, but the fact that you’re still standing and were only given words to reprimand you means you still won. He’s a shell of his former self. I’m not only going to make you pay for that, I’m going to make you sorry you ever did it. Vincent’s rage against Mewtwo provided him with more strength than he should have had. The spoon in his hand glowed brightly as he pushed harder. Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Or would you rather pick a number between one and eight-hundred and fifty-one?

Mewtwo growled. Don’t even try it... I will not be... beaten... Mewtwo found himself struggling to keep the memories from penetrating his mind.

Oh really? Looks like I’ll have to pull out the big guns. Let’s start with the fate of my older brother and work back, then. The worst betrayal of all of them! And once your resolve is broken...once you’ve seen what I’ve seen and felt what I felt...once you realize that despite all of that, I came out still strong, still with a bloody heart...once you beg for me to stop...will I tell you no.

Mewtwo glared at Vincent. You... won’t... beat me... he growled as the memories began to leak into his mind. NO! he screamed. I WILL NOT BE A LAB RAT AGAIN!

I SAID THE SAME DAMN THING EVERY DAY, AND IT DIDN’T MATTER! I was just a thing to him! I was powerless! We of all ‘mon should understand that feeling, Mewtwo! AND YOU MADE LUKE RELIVE THAT, YOU TORE DOWN ALL HIS WALLS AND MADE HIM REMEMBER THE PAST HE WAS REPRESSING! So now, have a past so much like yours, FREELY GIVEN! The image of Doctor Nurem swam into view, telling Mewtwo to inject the serum into a strapped-down Scyther.

Mewtwo growled and swiped at the memory. I will NOT! A psychic force wave blasted out from Mewtwo. I will not harm them anymore!!

Too. Damn. LATE! You harmed Luke. How many others have you harmed by not caring? By not using that damn organ in your chest that pumps blood around? How many have you hurt because you didn’t feel? We have completely different issues, I’ve just realized. You hurt others carelessly because you don’t feel. Whereas I...I hurt others because I cared too much. It used to be that any mention of my past caused an episode. I’m better now, because of Luke. Because of the one YOU BROKE! A whirlwind of blue energy had centered itself around the Kadabra. I. Will not. STOP. You hurt one near and dear to my heart, so I intend to make you feel, if only for a moment, the pain that I felt when I realized he was so damn BROKEN!

Mewtwo shook his head, aside from the memories Vincent was force feeding him, his own were beginning to leak to the surface. Of the Pokemon he had hurt under Giovanni’s command, of his attempt to destroy humanity, of the clones he had brought into existence, of the near death that had resulted from his battle with Mew. I... I... I...

Are you sure Arceus brought only the worthy souls with him? Or do you think you got a pass because of your status as a Legend? Strongest psychic you may be, but like all things, you can, and clearly are, flawed. You did not care then. And until you can care, you are no Legend of mine. Father was right, I suppose. The Legendaries are better thought of as myths. The Kadabra scowled at Mewtwo, the storm of energy dying around him as his emotions started to reign themselves in.

Mewtwo’s eyes snapped open as he finally managed to throw off Vincent’s memories. ENOUGH!!

Vincent shrugged. Fine. I leave you with this line, then, Mewtwo. Until you can find a way to atone for what you have done, what makes you better than the ones that made us? With that, the younger psychic nodded and turned to leave. Reform Psychic Seal, he muttered, and his strength was once more reigned in.

Mewtwo glared at Vincent and considered his options. If I Mega Evolve now, I can... The Legendary huffed. Forget it. He turned and made his way back towards the castle.

Now I go to face judgement, Vincent said sadly. Give me strength, Xerneas, but I must face judgement for my actions.

The exhausted Kadabra walked off the train and concentrated for a moment, picking out his apartment from the many in the city and warping himself to the front door. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he walked his way up to the third floor. “Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered as he walked back into the home of his family.

Upon entering, he saw that Sam, Lucy, and Jea- his mother, were all sitting close to one another. He was about to wonder where Luke was when he was suddenly pulled off of his feet and into an honest to Arceus physical hug by Luke.

If you EVER do something that stupid and reckless on my account or anyone elses I’m going to turn you into a flower! Luke exclaimed in his mind as he pressed Vincent against his sweater.

“And hello to you too, dad,” Vincent said without thinking. “How has your time with the rest been?”

To his surprise, Luke just smiled. It has been... very nice actually, he smiled and hugged Vincent tighter. My son.

Vincent blinked a few times before smiling. “Heh...well, glad we got that out into the open, at least. Now do you want to hear about it all, or will the highlight reel do?”

Luke set him down and shook his head, just smiling. I’m serious Vincent... do not get cocky about how much power you have.

“It’s not being cocky if you can back it up,” Vincent retorted. “Here, feel. Release Psychic Seal.”

A small glow of blue overtook the Kadabra’s form as he let his power free again.

Luke let out a small sigh as he surveyed the power and then closed his eyes for a moment. Psychic Seal restore, he said and to Vincent’s surprise, the energy rushed back into him. Protect those weapons precious to you Vincent.

The Kadabra blinked a few times as he pondered what just happened. “Okay...so why didn’t he try that to get me to stop?” the smaller psychic muttered. “It’s like he either didn’t know about Psychic Seals and how they work, or he...couldn’t fight back against what I was doing…”

I do not know, I was never within his mind... Luke said before shaking his head. At any rate Vincent... just because you have power does not mean that you are unstoppable. Please don’t make me worry again.

Vincent nodded slowly before bringing a hand up to Luke’s face. “I know I’m not unstoppable. But if I don’t use this power to bring some manner of right or justice to this world...then how the hell am I any better than the one that made me?”

You CAN use the power Vincent... you just need to know how to focus it... how to protect it... how to... nurture it, Luke frowned for a moment. Glowing blue with energy is all well and good until someone who isn’t but is more powerful than you sneaks a hit in and takes you down because you thought them weak.

“Xavier helped me with my defenses,” the Kadabra said. “They’re on automatic now. A good bit of my power is channeled into maintaining them...and they’re really quite potent. It’s...it’s the attacking others bit I hate…” Vincent lowered his head as tears started to form. “I’ve...I’ve only one real attack that I came up with, and it hurts. Both me to use, and the one I use it on.”

That was not what I meant but I will help you with actual attacks, Luke said softly. What I meant is that when you have your Seal unbound, you must not show that it has been unbound. Tell me, what is more dangerous? A Ralts with the power of a Gardevoir who appears frail or a Gardevoir with the same power?

Vincent nodded once. “The one that can hide it, of course. It’s just...mine is strong out of necessity...I set it to break, slowly, as what Xavier taught me has time to sink in. How to wield my power without harming others, how to hide it...The more time I spend using my power, especially unsealed, the more the lessons will sink in.”

Hmmm... we will cover this more in depth later, at the moment the rest of your family is waiting for you and I’m obstructing them, Luke said, stepping aside. Oh, and when you have a moment, I have a technique that can clear away the intoxication of alcohol to prevent further... accidents.

Vincent blinked a few times before blushing and looking away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Mhmmm, Luke hummed in his head before gesturing towards the rest of his family. Now go.

Luke stood nearby and coughed awkwardly, gaining the attention of his family. Lucy immediately pulled him onto the couch, where he was wrapped up in a hug from both his girlfriend and his mother.

“Never again,” Lucy said. “At least, never again without me by your side, understand?”

Nodding once, he was then subjected to the concerns of his mother. “Are you alright, Vincent?”

“Yes mother. I’m...fine.” He answered back.

The two females exchanged a look before screeching in his ears. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!”

Shaking his head to clear the momentary ringing noise, he glanced at both of them before looking at Luke. “I thought I went over that. I was thinking that, Legend or no, he had to pay for what he did. And I made sure he did. I...hope I never have to use Total Recall again, but I will if I have to.”

Jeanne stiffed for a moment before nodding. “Fair enough. You’ve fought hard for this little piece of comparative heaven, I should expect you to defend those that you hold dear just as fervently.”

Lucy frowned before speaking her mind. “How...far back does it go?”

“All of it,” Vincent whispered, and suddenly the hug was much stronger.

Jeanne chuckled before looking at Luke. “I told you. I feel sorry for Mewtwo.”

Do not encourage his recklessness... Luke muttered.

The Bellossom got off the couch and walked over to Luke before huffing. “The sooner you realize that the boy takes after his father in the most important aspects, the better. When he was himself, Rupert would move heaven and earth to win my approval and forgiveness, and damn anyone and anything that got in his way.”

... Luke just sighed mentally and shook his head. I will withhold my feelings for the moment.

“Bad idea,” Jeanne replied quickly. “He did this for you. And if he’s anything like his father...he’s going to expect some reaction from you for it. A task, a punishment. Something, anything. Not giving him one will cause things to become...interesting around you.”

I gave him a reaction already, I was referring to ending my argument with you by allowing you to continue as you were, Luke stated plainly.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I’m furious with him too. But I think not being there for fifteen years, despite my best efforts, will diminish any reaction from me in his eyes. I can only encourage him to be good at this point. I can’t actually expect my disapproval to mean anything to him.” The Bellossom shuddered at a memory. “I learned that much right quick.”

Then please allow me to administer... discipline... where you can not, Luke said slowly.

“Just keep in mind one thing, dear.” The Bellossom turned her gaze to Luke, and it was not warm or motherly. “I might not have been there, but that is still my flesh and blood on the couch. If I think you’re being too hard on him, I will step in.”

Of course, you have that right, Luke replied as he glanced towards Vincent. Now go love your... or is it ‘our’ perhaps? son.

“Never stopped,” Jeanne muttered as she hopped back on the couch. Sam drew closer to Vincent in response, and merely looked down at his little brother.

“So?” The Scizor said.

“Went there, had some words, we had a little tussle, and I made sure he’ll remember me,” Vincent replied. “Hey, where’s Mage? I’m pretty sure she was here when I left.”

She’s off at the Guard station at the moment speaking with Ace’s husband I believe, clearing up a few things while I awaited you here, Luke answered for Sam.

“And Bit is in the basement working on his rudimentary computer, waiting for a response from his letter,” Lucy said. “So we’re all accounted for again. Now...hold still. I have a few days worth of hugs to get in with you.”

Vincent sighed and looked to Luke. “I’d almost rather take whatever you have in mind,” he said.

“Are you saying you don’t like my hugs?” Lucy said with a dangerous edge to her voice.

“Not when I can feel my ribs move under them, no,” Vincent deadpanned back.

Interesting, I may add that to my plans... Luke commented idly within Vincent’s mind alone. The more power you are releasing uncontrollably, the tighter ‘Lucy’ will hug you.

“Please, someone, kill me, end this torture now,” Vincent said in a mock distressed voice.

Lucy just leaned in and whispered in his ear with what could only be described as a husky voice. “Tonight,” she said, and the smaller psychic actually shuddered at the promise in her voice.

If you are that averse to physical contact then you could just do this... Luke told him within his mind and Vincent suddenly felt himself holding himself against his furry chest and Lucy felt the opposite. It is very easy to get lost in simply the feeling of the other.

The young pair blinked in confusion before softly exploring this new sensation together. “I...think you misunderstand what that was, Luke,” Vincent said. “She’s merely...very good at delivering on her promises of that nature. That was anticipation, not aversion.”

Oh. Luke blinked and then blushed. Apologies Vincent, that was ‘me’.... still, it is a good technique to bind you closer together... combined orgasms and all.

“Another time, perhaps,” Lucy said while whispering in Vincent’s ear. “Don’t you dare forget this technique. We’ll not overuse it, but we’re going to try it soon enough.”

“Yes love,” Vincent whispered back. In a louder tone, he asked the room at large, “Any more questions before we all head to bed?”

Not from me, Luke replied. Jeanne and Sam shook their heads, and a soft lick on one of his ears answered whether or not Lucy had any questions.

“We’ll just be heading to the bedroom now kay thanks bye.” All of that was said in a rapid tone as Vincent practically threw their bedroom door open and Lucy bodily hurled him onto the bed beyond. With another rush of power the door was not only closed, but a soundproof barrier sealed the room off from the rest of the apartment. Jeanne looked up at Luke and pouted.

“No fair, you’re better at corrupting him than I am.”

Despite my... time... I know from long experience of Abby and Kasai as well as Rill and Lex along with many others, that when two people love each other sex is quite.... magnificent... I just helped make it even better.

Sam just chuckled and held a claw up to his head. “Remind me to tell you about that old man one day, miss Jeanne. I think he had something for nearly every occasion. Human and Pokemon alike.”

The Bellossom squealed in excitement. “Ammo to even out this little battle as to who can corrupt Vincent more? Yes please, let’s not have the psychic have all the fun!”

Luke just smiled at her. Ma’am, I have seen every sex act, technique, and application in the world, more or less, I do not think you will win this ‘competition’ if you really do wish to call it that.

Sam deadpanned at Luke before replying. “The. Dirtiest. Old. Man. In the. WORLD. Adopted me. Taught me damn near every technique, on paper at least, and had more than enough films of how they should be applied. Despite that, he was kind. I think I can stand with you, and I choose to help miss Jeanne...if only to watch this happen.”

Luke shrugged and walked over to sit on the couch, just barely avoiding touching Sam’s side. Very well then, do as you like... it will not be enough.

“I don’t doubt that,” Sam said.

“But it’ll be more interesting than you running the whole show,” Jeanne filled in.

“Of course, you do realize that if we keep it up…” Sam trailed off.

“We’ll probably both be grandparents very soon,” Jeanne finished.

Luke sighed and just laid back into the couch. Not until Lucy is in Heat.

“You expect her to notice, the way they go at it?” Sam retorted. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened soon, and all Vincent thought was that she was being exceptionally amorous.”

“Yeah, I think the first thing we’re going to hear of it is Lucy throwing up in the morning wondering why,” Jeanne said with a snicker.

... do neither of you know what a bitch in heat smells like? Luke asked rather bluntly. Trust me... Lucy is not even nearing the beginning of a cycle.

“Oh no, I’m aware,” Sam said idly. “I just don’t think Lucy knows what its going to do to her, now that she’s a Lucario. I talked with her, but words can only go so far as compared to experience.”

“As well,” Jeanne filled in, “They’re both, what, relative teenagers? Let them have their fun, dear. Having a kid will be good for them...force them to mature a bit. Might even settle down those urges that make a certain son go off to challenge Legends.”

Or leave... Luke trailed off and shook his head. Please forget I said that, my darkness is showing at the moment... and that’s not good.

Jeanne sighed and shook her head as well. “They love one another so deeply, I doubt either would leave the other. They seem to have claimed this place as their new home...and it would take Arceus to actually get them to move, and you know it.”

True. Luke simply nodded and began looking uncomfortably awkward, wishing more than anything that Mage would return.

As luck would have it, it was then that the Mismagius returned, floating up through the floor. “Hey guys, I’m back,” she smiled and floated over to Luke, kissing him on the cheek. “Hey you.”

Luke gave her a truly happy smile and leaned against her ethereal body, kissing her back on the cheek. Hello, my Angel, he said softly. Did things go well at the station?

Mage smiled. “Pretty well, nothing out of the ordinary,” she paused and glanced around the room, then snickered. “So Vincent’s back huh? How’d it go in Canterlot?”

“Said he used something he cooked up called Total Recall on Mewtwo,” Sam said with a shrug. “Not sure which one to feel sorry for.”

If nothing else... I don’t believe you will need to extract any more vengeance on him for me, Luke said as he softly pulled her down to his chest and put his chin on the top of her head.

Mage pouted for a moment, considering the curse she had been cooking up, then sighed. “Well, that’s good I suppose.”

Luke just smiled and nuzzled into her head more, remaining quiet, simply enjoying the sensation of holding her in his arms and leaving her open for others to speak with.

“Perhaps you’d like to hear what my little boy called Luke today,” Jeanne said with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Mage raised an eyebrow. “What?” She asked after a moment.

“Vincent actually called Luke ‘dad’ today when he came back,” Jeanne said simply.

Mage blinked once, a look of surprise on her face, then smiled softly. “That’s actually kinda sweet.”

Yes... I was very happy about it... Luke said with a small smile as he hugged her.

“Yes, he’s a darn sight better than his actual dad,” Jeanne said with a huff before looking up at Mage. “Now do take care of this one,” she said with a mock scowl. “I’m sure you realize how special he is, not just to my boy, but in general.”

Mage smiled up at Luke and kissed his cheek again. “Darn right I do, and I promise I’ll take good care of him.”

Much appreciated... Angel, Luke said softly.

At that particular moment, Bit came in for his self-imposed nightly check-up with the family and paused at the scene in front of him. “Did this unit miss something?”

Sam and Jeanne exchanged a look before glancing at Luke and Mage. Their posture just screamed ‘we’re not telling him.’

Nothing of any importance, Luke answered. Simply... small talk and... such.

“How goes your project, Bit?” Sam questioned.

“As projected,” the program replied. “All that remains now is fabricating an adequate power supply system, and testing of my rudimentary computer can begin in earnest. Now please stop attempting to divert the subject. Something seems to have happened. Please inform me.”

From behind the supposedly sound-proof barrier around one of the bedrooms, a rather low and yet loud moan suddenly broke through. “Viiiiiincent!” The female Lucario’s voice was unmistakable.

There was silence for a moment as Bit turned from suddenly looking at the room to the rest of the occupants of the apartment. “Is this unit safe in assuming that Vincent has actually returned and that Lucy is not merely pleasing herself to memories of him?”

He has indeed returned... and I do not advise entering the room at the moment, no matter how little nudity brothers you... Luke answered.

“You have got to teach him to improve that,” Sam muttered.

Luke simply waved a hand at them all, fingers glowing blue. And now the only thing we can hear from the room are cries of actual pain or fear. Sometimes instead of soundproofing, you must go to those you wish not to hear you orgasm, he told them, while also directing at Vincent’s mid-ciotis mind.

Bit dinged a few times before nodding and turning his gaze to Mage. “How goes the healing, Miss Mage?”

Mage sighed. “As well as we could hope for,” she glared at Bit for a moment. “And seriously, just call me Mage, starting it with Miss just... feels weird.”

Bit ticked while shaking his head. “Apologies...that appears to be a part of some subroutine...I will attempt to rewrite it later.” He then tilted his head to one side as he considered the situation. “Is there any knowledge you require as you pursue this goal? If I have it, I will share it, and if I don’t I will seek it during the day.”

Mage shook her head. “I know enough psychology thanks to Twilight... plus a few spells that can come in handy in a pinch, though I’m trying not to use magic too much.”

Bit actually stopped, froze for a moment, before leaning his head noticeably closer to Mage. “Please restate. This unit does not believe he heard you correctly. Not only did you state you studied under Princess Twilight, but that you know how to harness magic?”

Mage raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I spent a lot of time with Twilight in Ponyville, and I learned a few spells from her too,” she shrugged. “I’m a Mismagius... I knew magic before I came here,” she smiled coyly. “Now it’s just stronger.”

Bit’s body shuddered for a bit as he kept what few emotions he had in check. “When this is said and done,” Bit stated in a slightly deeper voice, “There will be a serious bout of information exchanging between you and me. I have been fascinated by the topic since I regained my sanity here, and I desire to know, to understand, magic.”

“Uhh,” Mage looked around at the others, feeling slightly worried. “Okay... I’ll tell you a bit about magic... later... alright?”

The Porygon-Z nodded a few times as his head realigned itself with his body. “Acceptable. This unit shall return to the basement and resume work on the rudimentary computer if none require me.”

Sam and Jeanne merely nodded in unison. “Fine by me, dear,” Jeanne said.

“Just don’t blow yourself, or more importantly, us, up,” Sam stated.

Mage watched the Porygon-Z as he left the room, then turned back to the others. “Okay, should I be worried about that?”

Jeanne merely shrugged while Sam chuckled. “He got into an information-off with a Metagross in Manehatten which turned into a close-run thing, and he’s read quite a few libraries’ worth since then. He keeps stating that magic is the one thing he doesn’t understand, yet might need to use...yeah, you’ll only need to worry if you try to renege.”

Mage nodded. “Right, so just tell him a bit,” she nodded again. “Good, cause I don’t think I can teach him to use magic... I’m not even sure if he could.”

“He sent a letter not too long ago,” Jeanne supplied. “To Twilight, once he realized she was a prominent magical researcher. He’s waiting to hear back from her, but until then, he mutters and complains about being handicapped as compared to the natives. He wants to understand and use magic...for what, I’m not sure.”

“Probably his computer,” Sam said with a shrug. “Or one of a million projects that could be related to it.”

“Huh... MagiTech,” Mage wondered aloud. “Didn’t work when I tried it, but maybe a Porygon-Z could get it to work.”

“At least, a Porygon-Z here, you mean,” Jeanne said with a smirk. “This world is considerably more magic-rich than Earth, and Porygons and all their line are essentially information given form. If it doesn’t work, I will be surprised.”

Mage chuckled. “Well, it’ll certainly be interesting to see what he comes up with if it works.”

“Probably a magical version of the Internet,” Sam said. “What’ll you bet that he’ll call it BitNet?”

“Ten bits that he will,” Jeanne instantly replied.

Mage shook her head. “I’ll match her against it, I bet he’ll try to pun either ‘internet’ and something to do with magic, or try to make it some kind of pony pun.”

Sam grinned as he put his own wager in. “And I’m willing to bet ten bits that he’ll just try to call it the Internet.”

PonNet perhaps... Luke suggested before falling silent once more.

“Anyways,” Sam said, getting up from the couch and stretching. “It’s been a long couple of days. What say we all get to bed and deal with our little Vincent come morning?”

As good of an idea as I have heard... so long as I am not sleeping alone, Luke said, nuzzling Mage gently as he stood up from the couch.

Mage smiled and nuzzled him back. “Not as long as I’m around.”

The Scizor fiddled around under the cushions of the couch and pulled, dislodging both of them and unfolding the contained bed. “Right, that’s you two. Jeanne, you need any help with your bag?”

The Bellossom shook her head and went off to retrieve it. “I have it, dear. And good night, you two. See you in the morning.”

“Night,” Mage called after her.

Luke smiled and used his power to raise the blankets from the mattress and snuggled down into them, still holding Mage tightly.

Goodnight, Angel.

Mage smiled and nuzzled against him. “Goodnight Luke,” she kissed his cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

And to you as well, he replied before nestling into the back of her neck before he closed his eyes.

Author's Notes:

Ed: Aww, Luke’s a father... and Vincent is probably lucky... really lucky. Also, he needs some real attacks, reliving your own worst memories ad nauseum can’t be a good thing for the mind.

Thadius0: And with this, I give you all two days of warning, as the next chapter will bump this up to an M rating.