Brock sat at the club slowly sipping his White Russian. He allowed the sensual flavors of the alcohol and cream to dance upon his tongue. Slowly with his eyes shut in satisfaction he swallowed the velvety substance. Tonight was the night, tonight she would be performing.

Nurse Joy accompanied by her ever familiar Chansey sang once a week at the Metro Club. And every week Brock would order a White Russian, and sit in the same spot in the back of the smoke-hazed club. The place was dark, damp, and pathetic. Filled with Rocket Grunts, burglars, and crooks of every type, the rundown establishment was not the former Pewter City gym leader's choice environment. But once a week, she, would sing in her clear and lovely soprano, and he couldn't stay away. Brock often times wondered why she chose to spend time here, it wasn't safe for a lady like Joy, maybe she was attracted to the danger, maybe she could be whomever she wanted here, where they didn't question her or even know her name, or maybe she was really was dark and mysterious underneath all the cheer.

Brock took another sip of his beverage savoring it. The announcer, a small man with a gold tooth and sleazy air about him came up and announced "Katya" as the next performer.

"Ladies and gents you know the rules. No violence towards the performers at any time, if you have a problem wit' 'em wait till after they're through and take 'er up outside," he wheezed.

Brock watched the man's pathetic attempt at laughter and tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. Finally once he had caught his breath he exited the stage and Nurse Joy walked on. Brock was mid-sip into his drink and almost choked when he saw her. She sure didn't look like her regular self. Her flaming locks were down and cascaded around her face, she wore a tight, black miniskirt, and an even tighter red and black corset which emphasized her large breasts. Every man in the room clapped and whistled, and Brock felt a familiar warmth spread through his groin. He gripped the table as the erection took full form.

Joy sauntered over to the mic and introduced herself as "Katya" with a fake Russian accent. Chansey was nowhere in sight, instead, to Brock's curiosity, a Gardevoir hit the music play button and Joy began to sing. Her voice wasn't spectacular but it was better than average, even so no one in the room was paying any attention to that particular asset. All too soon the music number was over and she exited the stage.

Brock stood up, put on his coat, and walked out the door. He waited until Nurse Joy remerged wearing a long, black, trench coat in an obvious attempt to cover up her outfit.

"Hey there, I wanted to say I really enjoyed your performance, Katya," Brock said with a wink.

Joy looked at him uncomfortably, "Thanks," she replied turning to go. Brock saw her clutching something in her pale hand.

"Do you think I could walk you home?" Brock questioned admiring her beautiful face.

Joy ignored him and turned to go, suddenly one of her six inch heels caught on a sewer grate and she began to fall. Brock reached out and caught the nurse. They both fell to the ground he on top of her. She screamed not knowing he had tried to help her, and opened her hand to reveal a bottle of pepper spray. She pressed the release button and shot the liquid straight into Brock's half closed eyes. He yelled, feeling a horrendous pain spread from his eyes to his other senses. He felt as if he couldn't breathe.

Joy stood up and ran, as Brock lie withering on the cold concrete ground.

Suddenly a Gardevoir appeared, it had been watching the entire spectacle.

"Gard…" it trailed off, watching the man.

Suddenly Gardevoir used hypnosis and Brock's world went totally black.

He awoke in the middle of the night, his vision was still blurry, but he was no longer in pain. A smooth salve had been spread over his eyes and he was lying on a mossy bed.

"Gard-gardevoir," he heard faintly.

"…Y-yes?"

"Oh good, you are conscious once more," the Gardevoir said telepathically in a cheery ambiguous voice, "I didn't want to startle you."

"You-you can talk?" Brock said in amazement, "Who are you?"

"Don't fret, I'm merely using psychic, I tried before but you were in too much pain to receive any messages, now that you are stable once more I am capable of communicating with you in a manner which better suits us both. I am a Gardevoir, but you may call me Sequoia," the Gardevoir said cheerily.

"Sequoia? But-but you are a Pokemon," Brock said shaking his head.

"Yes, and you are a human, but do you hear me calling you human? Of course not Brock, that would be rude, I think we'll both be grand friends and friends do not use such rigorous formalities."

"How do you know my name?" Brock questioned, still slightly dazed.

Gardevoir smiled, "You really are a thick one aren't you? I am a psychic type Pokemon, I've already unlocked most corners of your frontal lobe, and your long term memory has been quite interesting to browse through!" It said excitedly.

"Hey now, friends don't just sift through each other's brains either," Brock mumbled ignoring Sequoia's enthusiasm.

"Oh, you're quite right, I am sorry, it's just been so long since I've had another semi-intelligent sentient being to converse with, I seem to have forgotten my manners, I'll stop." Sequoia said blushing.

"You're pretty cute when you blush," Brock chuckled.

Sequoia's face reddened even more. "Perhaps we should get some rest, you are not nearly recovered enough after that vicious woman attacked you."

Brock sighed, "Hey now she isn't vicious, she just thought I was going to hurt her, I should have been less aggressive, especially considering the area we were in," suddenly Brock thought of something. "Hey, now I recognize you, you were the Gardevoir in the club!"

Sequoia nodded, "Yes, my trainer was the club manager but he released me after the show," it said quietly.

Brock could tell Sequoia didn't wish to talk about it and he let it go, "Well we should sleep," he yawned.

Sequoia nodded. It looked around and was prepared to go and lie on the hard ground, but Brock saw this. He sighed, "Come here," and the Pokemon confusedly floated over to him. He scooted over and patted the warm moss next to. Blushing, Sequoia lowered itself to the ground, carefully avoiding the man's body, and soon they both fell into an awkward sleep.