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Final Straw
Her rage-filled mind burned the world around her, making insects and Pokemon alike flee deeper into the forest. She growled at a Houndoom so fiercely that the female with pups flattened herself against the ground and backed into the forest slowly, ears to her scalp. The slender Gardevoir stomped deeper into the woods, not even turning her path to go around a tree. No, she simply unleashed her rage upon it, exploding the wood and bark, forcing the tree to tumble to one side as she marched past its smashed remains.
She hadn't wanted to leave her son behind, but she didn't want him to see her utter fury and pick up on it. Eventually she had walked far enough and she rested her back against a tree, sliding down its slightly rough surface until she was seated on its mossy root base. It was cold; autumn had decided to bring a frosty chill with it and her very body steamed with furious sweat. She sat in silence trying to sort the boiling thoughts in her head. How could he have been so goddamned insensitive? Didn't he have any brains in his head? She didn't even look up when she heard the growl of a Luxray from nearby. She had probably sat down on his turf, and he was only showing his territorial displays. When she heard him charge, she held up a hand, looked him in the eyes and let her psychic power flow like a bullet. The male Luxray didn't know what hit him, and he was flung back into a tree, the base of which he slumped to with not a sound. She saw his pride rush to his assistance, the alpha female of which only dawdled up to his powerful prey with a calm, knowing air about her. She sniffed at the Gardevoir momentarily before walking over to her mate and growling at her pride.
"Angry females should be left alone." She said. The rest of her pride looked over at the green and white Pokemon, now with her head in her knees as she steamed gently, and nodded; picking up their Alpha and dragging him away to their den.
The furious psychic sat in thought until she settled down, and she stood before carefully making her way back to camp. Her son, now a powerful Gardevoir himself, would be waiting for her. Her trainer, Simon, would also be waiting but she didn't care much for him right now. Not after what he'd just done to her son. She'd wanted him to evolve into a strong and agile Gallade, to let him know chivalry and bravery unparalleled by most any Pokemon; but no, Simon had dismissed her wishes and made him evolve into a Gardevoir. It was so infuriating to think that, despite her being his mother, her master still had the final say. Simon had made rulings over her about Basil and his upbringing, and this aggravated her greatly. Her son had picked up behaviour and mannerisms that she'd not wanted him to learn. She sighed, things hadn't gone right.
Eventually she cleared the thick forest and entered the campsite, where her son was waiting for her patiently. He looked up at her, brushed the hair from his face and gave her a welcome smile.
"Welcome back, mum." He said youthfully. "You are feeling alright now?"
She shrugged. "Depends," she said, "where's Simon?"
"Master is in his tent sleeping." Basil said.
Gardevoir nodded, moving over to the small chest that Simon used for fire starting things. She pulled a piece of paper out, closing the box before finding a pen amidst Simon's things.
"Mum..?" Basil asked, confused as to her behaviour.
She dismissed his probing, scribbling a message onto the paper using the English she'd learned from books when pregnant with Basil. She put the note somewhere that Simon would look for it, in her own tent, and zipped the door shut. She moved back to the meagre campfire and gestured to her son.
"Basil, come here."
Basil did as she asked, and she grabbed his arm. She didn't want to hurt or startle him, so she kept herself calm and shushed him when he asked what she wanted.
"We're taking a short trip." She said.
"What about master..?"
She only smiled at him. "Please, honey, don't call him master. It... upsets me." She said sadly. "Simon will be staying here until tomorrow, and should join us later."
"But what about our stuff;" basil asked earnestly, "I'd hate for any of our stuff to be stolen..."
Gardevoir nodded, closing her eyes for a moment. The bags and boxes and all of their items vanished after glowing momentarily.
"They are in my tent now; no-one should bother them." She said. "Are you ready for me to teleport us?"
Basil looked about the campsite, before looking back to his mother and nodding.
The pair glowed gently and vanished into thin air with a pop.
The pair of Gardevoir reappeared in a house, miles away from their last location. The duo looked about before Basil let go of his mother's hand. Gardevoir took a step forth and inhaled.
"We're home!" She called to the house.
A commotion roused in a distant room, and a familiar human came into view.
"Oh, Garde, Basil, you're home! How are you, where's Simon?" Simon's mother, Teresa, asked.
Garde shuffled her feet. "I... had to get us away from him for a little while." She said.
"Feel like explaining?"
She looked at her son distantly. "I've..." She started, before rethinking her thoughts. "Have you ever been told by a friend how to bring up your son?" She asked with a new, disgruntled tone to her voice.
Teresa sighed. "Yes." She said.
"Now imagine that person taking over your role as mother." Garde said, getting an angry sigh from Teresa. "Almost every decision I've made about Basil's upbringing has been ignored and he's not letting me be a mother."
"Mum..?"
"Tonight was the final straw, Basil." Garde said. "You've grown into a Gardevoir just like me, but I wanted you to be a Gallade, to learn the virtues that they do. I told him my wish, but he completely ignored me and made a decision over my head!"
"Simon is our trainer; doesn't he get the right to choose what Pokemon he has in his party?" Basil asked.
"Well, yes." His mother said. "But..."
Teresa draped an arm around Garde's shoulders and tapped her chin. "I understand your predicament, Garde. We'll have a talk with Simon when he gets here, alright?" Garde nodded sadly.
"It's not fair." She said, starting to tear up. "Even your name- I didn't even get to name my own child!"
Basil blinked at this. "What?"
"I wanted to call you Ares; I thought it was a charming name." She huffed.
Teresa looked at Garde's face. "You serious, hon?" She asked. Garde nodded. "Oh sweetie, I thought you had chosen Basil!"
Gardevoir coughed and broke into tears, putting her head on Teresa's shoulder as she wept. Teresa sighed and rubber the crying Pokemon's back.
"First he broke my heart," she sobbed, "and now he's ruining my chance to be a parent! It's not fair!"
Teresa shushed her and petted her back soothingly. "It's alright sweetheart, shush your tears." She held Garde at arm's length and wiped the tears from her face. "You and Basil can take the spare rooms as usual. My husband and I will be right down the hall should you need anything, alright?"
"I'm sorry to be such a fuss." She sniffled.
"You aren't a fuss, hon. you were right to come home with this, you should have brought it to my attention sooner." She sighed and held the weeping psychic close. "I still remember the little girl Pokemon who came running to me during storms." She mumbled distantly before chuckling gently. "I guess the storms have only gotten quieter and harsher."
It was later in the night, and Garde lay in bed sleeplessly. She'd been trying to sleep since ten o'clock, and now the clock by her bed was telling her it was half past twelve in the morning. She sighed, turning over in bed and staring at the wall, waiting for the inevitable. Simon's father, Franz, owned a ghost type, and it would always wait until late at night, when guests were asleep, to spook them for fun. She heard a door close nearby, and then a knock on her own door before her son stepped inside. He walked across the room, seeming to ignore her when she asked what he wanted, and opened the closet. He pulled Franz's Haunter from the closet and dragged him across the room, closing the room's door behind him as he left. Garde had blinked at this, before chuckling a moment.
"Guardian angel." She mumbled, before resting her head back against her pillow and managing to drift to sleep.
Next door, Basil dragged the Haunter into his room and threw him onto the bed angrily.
"Nice try, creeping up on my mother!" He growled to the ghost. "Don't. Try. Again!"
The ghost nodded furiously.
"Go to bed, go on!" He snapped, watching as he, in his own panic, fled the room through the outside wall, before returning through the same wall and darting into the hallway.
Basil sighed, shook his head, and crawled into bed.
Next day, Garde was awake bright and early, down in the kitchen making breakfast absent minded. She wasn't really paying much attention to what she was doing, and she managed to make pancakes for five, stacked them onto plates and put them on the table without fuss. It wasn't long before the rest of the household came down and ate their respective breakfasts. Garde finished hers quickly and went to the sink to wash up. She was doing fine until Franz said something about Simon being really lucky to have her, and her concentration broke and she dropped the heavy cast-iron frying pan. She dove away from it, unfortunately catching her ankle on a cupboard and wrenching it with a yelp. The pan threw warm fat across the kitchen, and Teresa came running; she found the unfortunate psychic huddled in a corner crying, hugging her ankle. She rushed over and knelt down to see her face.
"Garde, are you alright? What happened?"
Garde only shook her head, huffed deeply, and tried to stand. Her ankle gave way and she was caught halfway to the floor by Teresa.
"I've hurt my ankle." She said sadly, before giving a gentle, sarcastic laugh. "I'm not having a good week, am I?"
Teresa laughed. "Nope; you're not." She said. "C'mon, up you get."
She pulled Garde to her feet, holding her over her shoulders to help her walk and moved her through and out of the room. They moved through to the family room where Garde was put into the large, soft leather couch.
"I have cleaned most of the dishes." Garde said. "I was just moving the frying pan when it slipped from my hands."
Teresa nodded. "Alright, sweetie; you stay here, and I'll get you some juice. I'll get Basil to do the rest of the dishes and clean the fat from the walls and floor."
Garde nodded sadly, wiping the tears from her face. "Why is it that I keep breaking into tears where my son can see me? It's not going to promote very brave behaviour."
"Tears are important, hon." Teresa said. "And he'll pick up sympathy for his mum if you keep it up." Teresa stepped away, looking about the room. "Is there anything you need?"
"Is my sewing gear still about?"
"Yeah, still packed away in the hallway closet, you want me to fetch it for you?"
"Please?"
Teresa nodded, leaving the room for a short moment before returning with a box full of fabric, felt and other soft sewing goods. Garde opened the box, lifted a large plush Mawile out and a packet of felt.
"Thank you."
"Think nothing of it, sweetheart." Teresa said, petting Garde's hair flat before walking out. Faintly Garde heard her tell Basil to quickly finish washing the dishes.
A few hours later, after lunch, Garde was sewing the split in the bear shut. She heard the rush of wings outside, and then the front door was knocked on. She sighed and put the sewing needle down; she knew who was here, and when Simon walked into the family room. They exchanged glances, him seeming calm and collected and her giving him an angry stare. Franz walked in, greeted Simon warmly, and sat down next to Garde, inspecting the craftsmanship on the stuffed Mawile she had been sewing. Teresa and Basil walked in, and Simon glanced their way. Basil said hello, moving to a chair and sitting down, while Teresa put her hands on her hips as she looked at Simon.
"So," she began, "you're home."
"I found the note that Garde left-"
Garde gave a gentle growl, barely audible, but there all the same.
"You're in trouble." Teresa said angrily. "Sit."
Simon, a little stunned by her blunt tone, obeyed.
"Garde came home last night in tears." She said. "You've got a lot to learn about the opposite sex, especially when it comes to mothers."
"What're you-"
"No!" Teresa snapped. "Don't talk! You listen! She came home in tears and told us everything! What the hell give you the right to choose what happens to her son over her?! She told me she didn't even get to name him! Last night she came home and told me that she'd told you her desire to have Basil evolve into a Gallade; but what do I see? He's a Gardevoir like his mother! Explain! Now!"
Simon gabbled for a moment before forming whole sentences.
"I- She! I'm the Trainer-"
"And you get the final word?" Garde snapped, rising from her place on the couch. She started to advance on him, but Franz tugged her dress to hold her back. "He's my son!"
"What; are Dawn Stones too expensive for you? You could have always called home if that were the case, we'd be more than willing to help you buy one!" Teresa snapped.
"N-no!"
"We have a Dawn Stone!" Garde snapped. "And you wouldn't use it! There's not been a choice I've made on Basil's upbringing that you've not ignored!"
To this Simon blinked. "I-"
"You're our master." Basil said. "But she's my mother."
"Didn't Sandy pound it into your head that night, after you came home and I, well, proposed to you? Didn't her words mean anything?!"
Teresa's jaw dropped slightly. "You what..?"
"How are we so different!?"
Franz sighed and tugged her back into the couch. "You're not, but at the same time you are." He said. "You've the same emotions and sense of self as the rest of us. Inside, you're the same as us, but you've some extra tricks and abilities that we lack. If anything, you're the superior species, but humans take control."
"But why?" Basil asked.
"The only reason I can think of for humans to be the master is to keep your abilities under check." Franz mumbled. "Imagine if all Pokemon were wild, the kind of mayhem that could be wreaked? The world would be in chaos." He sighed and leaned forward a little. "However, as far as the problem we have at hand is involved, I can see Simon's point of view but at the same time I can see yours." He shook Garde gently, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. "At this time, I can see that you're in the right; he may be your master, but you're the mother and any wishes you have for your child should take precedence."
Garde nodded.
"For now, I'm staying home." She said. "My season starts again soon; I'd... like another try."
Basil looked a bit worried. "Umm..?"
Garde looked at him distantly, as if he'd lost his mind. "Uh, no hon." She said. "I'll ask Sandy if her Mismagius is free."
"Why go that far if my Haunter-" Franz began.
Garde only gave him a sideways glance.
"I don't trust him." She said. "But I -do- trust Sandy."
Franz only held his hands up defensively. "Alright, alright."
Garde smiled, took the plushie from Franz, and went back to sewing.Chapter End Notes:Would love comments and opinions
She hadn't wanted to leave her son behind, but she didn't want him to see her utter fury and pick up on it. Eventually she had walked far enough and she rested her back against a tree, sliding down its slightly rough surface until she was seated on its mossy root base. It was cold; autumn had decided to bring a frosty chill with it and her very body steamed with furious sweat. She sat in silence trying to sort the boiling thoughts in her head. How could he have been so goddamned insensitive? Didn't he have any brains in his head? She didn't even look up when she heard the growl of a Luxray from nearby. She had probably sat down on his turf, and he was only showing his territorial displays. When she heard him charge, she held up a hand, looked him in the eyes and let her psychic power flow like a bullet. The male Luxray didn't know what hit him, and he was flung back into a tree, the base of which he slumped to with not a sound. She saw his pride rush to his assistance, the alpha female of which only dawdled up to his powerful prey with a calm, knowing air about her. She sniffed at the Gardevoir momentarily before walking over to her mate and growling at her pride.
"Angry females should be left alone." She said. The rest of her pride looked over at the green and white Pokemon, now with her head in her knees as she steamed gently, and nodded; picking up their Alpha and dragging him away to their den.
The furious psychic sat in thought until she settled down, and she stood before carefully making her way back to camp. Her son, now a powerful Gardevoir himself, would be waiting for her. Her trainer, Simon, would also be waiting but she didn't care much for him right now. Not after what he'd just done to her son. She'd wanted him to evolve into a strong and agile Gallade, to let him know chivalry and bravery unparalleled by most any Pokemon; but no, Simon had dismissed her wishes and made him evolve into a Gardevoir. It was so infuriating to think that, despite her being his mother, her master still had the final say. Simon had made rulings over her about Basil and his upbringing, and this aggravated her greatly. Her son had picked up behaviour and mannerisms that she'd not wanted him to learn. She sighed, things hadn't gone right.
Eventually she cleared the thick forest and entered the campsite, where her son was waiting for her patiently. He looked up at her, brushed the hair from his face and gave her a welcome smile.
"Welcome back, mum." He said youthfully. "You are feeling alright now?"
She shrugged. "Depends," she said, "where's Simon?"
"Master is in his tent sleeping." Basil said.
Gardevoir nodded, moving over to the small chest that Simon used for fire starting things. She pulled a piece of paper out, closing the box before finding a pen amidst Simon's things.
"Mum..?" Basil asked, confused as to her behaviour.
She dismissed his probing, scribbling a message onto the paper using the English she'd learned from books when pregnant with Basil. She put the note somewhere that Simon would look for it, in her own tent, and zipped the door shut. She moved back to the meagre campfire and gestured to her son.
"Basil, come here."
Basil did as she asked, and she grabbed his arm. She didn't want to hurt or startle him, so she kept herself calm and shushed him when he asked what she wanted.
"We're taking a short trip." She said.
"What about master..?"
She only smiled at him. "Please, honey, don't call him master. It... upsets me." She said sadly. "Simon will be staying here until tomorrow, and should join us later."
"But what about our stuff;" basil asked earnestly, "I'd hate for any of our stuff to be stolen..."
Gardevoir nodded, closing her eyes for a moment. The bags and boxes and all of their items vanished after glowing momentarily.
"They are in my tent now; no-one should bother them." She said. "Are you ready for me to teleport us?"
Basil looked about the campsite, before looking back to his mother and nodding.
The pair glowed gently and vanished into thin air with a pop.
The pair of Gardevoir reappeared in a house, miles away from their last location. The duo looked about before Basil let go of his mother's hand. Gardevoir took a step forth and inhaled.
"We're home!" She called to the house.
A commotion roused in a distant room, and a familiar human came into view.
"Oh, Garde, Basil, you're home! How are you, where's Simon?" Simon's mother, Teresa, asked.
Garde shuffled her feet. "I... had to get us away from him for a little while." She said.
"Feel like explaining?"
She looked at her son distantly. "I've..." She started, before rethinking her thoughts. "Have you ever been told by a friend how to bring up your son?" She asked with a new, disgruntled tone to her voice.
Teresa sighed. "Yes." She said.
"Now imagine that person taking over your role as mother." Garde said, getting an angry sigh from Teresa. "Almost every decision I've made about Basil's upbringing has been ignored and he's not letting me be a mother."
"Mum..?"
"Tonight was the final straw, Basil." Garde said. "You've grown into a Gardevoir just like me, but I wanted you to be a Gallade, to learn the virtues that they do. I told him my wish, but he completely ignored me and made a decision over my head!"
"Simon is our trainer; doesn't he get the right to choose what Pokemon he has in his party?" Basil asked.
"Well, yes." His mother said. "But..."
Teresa draped an arm around Garde's shoulders and tapped her chin. "I understand your predicament, Garde. We'll have a talk with Simon when he gets here, alright?" Garde nodded sadly.
"It's not fair." She said, starting to tear up. "Even your name- I didn't even get to name my own child!"
Basil blinked at this. "What?"
"I wanted to call you Ares; I thought it was a charming name." She huffed.
Teresa looked at Garde's face. "You serious, hon?" She asked. Garde nodded. "Oh sweetie, I thought you had chosen Basil!"
Gardevoir coughed and broke into tears, putting her head on Teresa's shoulder as she wept. Teresa sighed and rubber the crying Pokemon's back.
"First he broke my heart," she sobbed, "and now he's ruining my chance to be a parent! It's not fair!"
Teresa shushed her and petted her back soothingly. "It's alright sweetheart, shush your tears." She held Garde at arm's length and wiped the tears from her face. "You and Basil can take the spare rooms as usual. My husband and I will be right down the hall should you need anything, alright?"
"I'm sorry to be such a fuss." She sniffled.
"You aren't a fuss, hon. you were right to come home with this, you should have brought it to my attention sooner." She sighed and held the weeping psychic close. "I still remember the little girl Pokemon who came running to me during storms." She mumbled distantly before chuckling gently. "I guess the storms have only gotten quieter and harsher."
It was later in the night, and Garde lay in bed sleeplessly. She'd been trying to sleep since ten o'clock, and now the clock by her bed was telling her it was half past twelve in the morning. She sighed, turning over in bed and staring at the wall, waiting for the inevitable. Simon's father, Franz, owned a ghost type, and it would always wait until late at night, when guests were asleep, to spook them for fun. She heard a door close nearby, and then a knock on her own door before her son stepped inside. He walked across the room, seeming to ignore her when she asked what he wanted, and opened the closet. He pulled Franz's Haunter from the closet and dragged him across the room, closing the room's door behind him as he left. Garde had blinked at this, before chuckling a moment.
"Guardian angel." She mumbled, before resting her head back against her pillow and managing to drift to sleep.
Next door, Basil dragged the Haunter into his room and threw him onto the bed angrily.
"Nice try, creeping up on my mother!" He growled to the ghost. "Don't. Try. Again!"
The ghost nodded furiously.
"Go to bed, go on!" He snapped, watching as he, in his own panic, fled the room through the outside wall, before returning through the same wall and darting into the hallway.
Basil sighed, shook his head, and crawled into bed.
Next day, Garde was awake bright and early, down in the kitchen making breakfast absent minded. She wasn't really paying much attention to what she was doing, and she managed to make pancakes for five, stacked them onto plates and put them on the table without fuss. It wasn't long before the rest of the household came down and ate their respective breakfasts. Garde finished hers quickly and went to the sink to wash up. She was doing fine until Franz said something about Simon being really lucky to have her, and her concentration broke and she dropped the heavy cast-iron frying pan. She dove away from it, unfortunately catching her ankle on a cupboard and wrenching it with a yelp. The pan threw warm fat across the kitchen, and Teresa came running; she found the unfortunate psychic huddled in a corner crying, hugging her ankle. She rushed over and knelt down to see her face.
"Garde, are you alright? What happened?"
Garde only shook her head, huffed deeply, and tried to stand. Her ankle gave way and she was caught halfway to the floor by Teresa.
"I've hurt my ankle." She said sadly, before giving a gentle, sarcastic laugh. "I'm not having a good week, am I?"
Teresa laughed. "Nope; you're not." She said. "C'mon, up you get."
She pulled Garde to her feet, holding her over her shoulders to help her walk and moved her through and out of the room. They moved through to the family room where Garde was put into the large, soft leather couch.
"I have cleaned most of the dishes." Garde said. "I was just moving the frying pan when it slipped from my hands."
Teresa nodded. "Alright, sweetie; you stay here, and I'll get you some juice. I'll get Basil to do the rest of the dishes and clean the fat from the walls and floor."
Garde nodded sadly, wiping the tears from her face. "Why is it that I keep breaking into tears where my son can see me? It's not going to promote very brave behaviour."
"Tears are important, hon." Teresa said. "And he'll pick up sympathy for his mum if you keep it up." Teresa stepped away, looking about the room. "Is there anything you need?"
"Is my sewing gear still about?"
"Yeah, still packed away in the hallway closet, you want me to fetch it for you?"
"Please?"
Teresa nodded, leaving the room for a short moment before returning with a box full of fabric, felt and other soft sewing goods. Garde opened the box, lifted a large plush Mawile out and a packet of felt.
"Thank you."
"Think nothing of it, sweetheart." Teresa said, petting Garde's hair flat before walking out. Faintly Garde heard her tell Basil to quickly finish washing the dishes.
A few hours later, after lunch, Garde was sewing the split in the bear shut. She heard the rush of wings outside, and then the front door was knocked on. She sighed and put the sewing needle down; she knew who was here, and when Simon walked into the family room. They exchanged glances, him seeming calm and collected and her giving him an angry stare. Franz walked in, greeted Simon warmly, and sat down next to Garde, inspecting the craftsmanship on the stuffed Mawile she had been sewing. Teresa and Basil walked in, and Simon glanced their way. Basil said hello, moving to a chair and sitting down, while Teresa put her hands on her hips as she looked at Simon.
"So," she began, "you're home."
"I found the note that Garde left-"
Garde gave a gentle growl, barely audible, but there all the same.
"You're in trouble." Teresa said angrily. "Sit."
Simon, a little stunned by her blunt tone, obeyed.
"Garde came home last night in tears." She said. "You've got a lot to learn about the opposite sex, especially when it comes to mothers."
"What're you-"
"No!" Teresa snapped. "Don't talk! You listen! She came home in tears and told us everything! What the hell give you the right to choose what happens to her son over her?! She told me she didn't even get to name him! Last night she came home and told me that she'd told you her desire to have Basil evolve into a Gallade; but what do I see? He's a Gardevoir like his mother! Explain! Now!"
Simon gabbled for a moment before forming whole sentences.
"I- She! I'm the Trainer-"
"And you get the final word?" Garde snapped, rising from her place on the couch. She started to advance on him, but Franz tugged her dress to hold her back. "He's my son!"
"What; are Dawn Stones too expensive for you? You could have always called home if that were the case, we'd be more than willing to help you buy one!" Teresa snapped.
"N-no!"
"We have a Dawn Stone!" Garde snapped. "And you wouldn't use it! There's not been a choice I've made on Basil's upbringing that you've not ignored!"
To this Simon blinked. "I-"
"You're our master." Basil said. "But she's my mother."
"Didn't Sandy pound it into your head that night, after you came home and I, well, proposed to you? Didn't her words mean anything?!"
Teresa's jaw dropped slightly. "You what..?"
"How are we so different!?"
Franz sighed and tugged her back into the couch. "You're not, but at the same time you are." He said. "You've the same emotions and sense of self as the rest of us. Inside, you're the same as us, but you've some extra tricks and abilities that we lack. If anything, you're the superior species, but humans take control."
"But why?" Basil asked.
"The only reason I can think of for humans to be the master is to keep your abilities under check." Franz mumbled. "Imagine if all Pokemon were wild, the kind of mayhem that could be wreaked? The world would be in chaos." He sighed and leaned forward a little. "However, as far as the problem we have at hand is involved, I can see Simon's point of view but at the same time I can see yours." He shook Garde gently, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. "At this time, I can see that you're in the right; he may be your master, but you're the mother and any wishes you have for your child should take precedence."
Garde nodded.
"For now, I'm staying home." She said. "My season starts again soon; I'd... like another try."
Basil looked a bit worried. "Umm..?"
Garde looked at him distantly, as if he'd lost his mind. "Uh, no hon." She said. "I'll ask Sandy if her Mismagius is free."
"Why go that far if my Haunter-" Franz began.
Garde only gave him a sideways glance.
"I don't trust him." She said. "But I -do- trust Sandy."
Franz only held his hands up defensively. "Alright, alright."
Garde smiled, took the plushie from Franz, and went back to sewing.Chapter End Notes:Would love comments and opinions
Date:Jun 6 2014 Chapter:Final Straw
Overall, great job, looking for more on this story arc.