Chapter Six - The Final Word

"Misty.... Whatever are you doing?" Giovanni asked smoothly as the trio approached.

"Out of the way, Father." Misty replied. "You lied to me. You never cared, did you?"

"Ungrateful little whelp!" Giovanni roared. "I took you in... gave you the father you never had.... loved you... and for what?"

"To help you!" Misty screamed back. "Well, I'm not going to fall for it anymore, Daddy. Ash never attacked you, did he? You never had any intention of helping Pikachu, did you? You never even cared about me.... only about how I'd be an asset to Team Rocket!"

"That's it, Misty!" Giovanni thundered. "You are not leaving! You can never quit Team Rocket!"

Misty looked down angrily. "You're absolutely right. I wouldn't leave without giving you this back!" She grabbed the Pokeball from her belt and threw it into the air. "Beedrill, go!"

"Beeeeeeeeeedriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllll!" the Pokemon buzzed shrilly.

"Beedrill! Attack!" Misty yelled, pointing at Giovanni.

The large bee-like Pokemon immediately swept down at Giovanni, who started to run in fear, shouting counter orders. Misty led Ash and Brock toward the door.

When they reached it, Misty looked back sadly, and raised the Pokeball up. "Beedrill, return." She said softly. Beedrill disappeared into the Pokeball with a flash of light. Giovanni, who had been hiding behind a pillar, came out in time to catch the Pokeball as Misty tossed it back to him.

"Beedrill isn't my style at all anyway." she said softly to Giovanni.

Giovanni screamed angrily at her as she left, "I HAVE NO DAUGHTER!!!"

Misty turned back and looked at Giovanni. "It's just as well." she said. "My Daddy died years ago, when I was only two."

She, Brock and Ash walked out and down the steps, into the night of Viridian City.

"Ash, I'm so sorry about what happened to everything..... especially Pikachu. I guess I was just so desperate to have a daddy in my life again that I'd believe anything." Misty said when they had walked a distance.

"It's all right." Ash replied, smiling at her.

Up in the distance, they saw the light of an all-night bakery. "Can we stop in for a minute?" Misty asked.

"Sure." Brock nodded. They walked into the bakery, and walked up to the counter while Misty ducked into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was dressed in her old outfit once again... the white sneakers, the yellow halter top, the red suspenders, the blue cut offs. Slung over one shoulder was her back pack, and tucked under one arm was her Team Rocket uniform. She walked up to where Ash and Brock were sitting, and joined them in eating the donuts Brock had just bought.

Fifteen minutes later, they walked out of the bakery, and started walking toward the forest. Misty stopped near a garbage can on the corner.

"I guess I won't be needing this." She said as she stuffed the uniform into the garbage can. The sun was just starting to rise in the east as they walked on toward the forest, and Misty walked with a smile on her face again, knowing full well that she wasn't with her friends.... she was with her family.... all the family she would ever need.

The sun rose to greet a new day, a new adventure, and a single ray of sunlight lingered on the bright red "R" emblazoned on the shirt sticking out of the garbage can.
THE END