An Old Friend Visits.

Rosie James sat in her kitchen with a cup of tea. She took a sip and closed her eyes. Later on, she was going to visit Jack with his broken leg. She stood, and walked into the lounge to watch a little TV before it. As she grabbed the remote, she heard a frantic knocking on the front door.

Rosie got up and cautiously opened the door.

Cam was standing there. Bedraggled and dusty, but unmistakably him.

Cam. Her best friend, who died six months ago in a massive car accident.

He spoke.

"Can I come in, Ro?"

Rosie stared in shock.

"C-Cam… You- You're dead!"

"Ro! Now is really not the time! I need to come in, you're the only one around here who knows me and I can't stay outside."

Rosie just stared. Cam simply pushed past her and shut the door behind him. He advanced a few steps, before turning around.

The barrel of a gun greeted him, with Rosie's glaring, set face behind it.

"I don't know who you are, or why you're here, or why you look so like him, but you need to get out. Now."

Cam raised his hands and leaned away from her. The muzzle, dark and imposing, flicked towards the door.

"I said get out."

"Rosie, I can prove it's me. Ask me a question, one only Cam could answer."

Rosie thought for a second before responding.

"What's your favourite Pokémon, then?"

Cam grinned. This was easy.

"Darkrai, followed by Lucario, Garchomp, Haxorus, Serperior and Infernape. Remember, I beat you so many times back in Gen 5 with my Haxorus-Serperior duo?"

Rosie frowned and lowered the gun slightly.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

Cam laughed. "Leaf Storm and Dragon Claw, baby! Breezed past your team, every time!"

Rosie's eyes widened, she threw the revolver onto the carpet and practically flew over to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest.

"We missed you so much - We thought you were dead… First Tara in that fire, then you…

Cam felt a pang of desolation stab through him.

"Yeah, that hit us all pretty hard." His voice choked up as he briefly recalled the hell his life had been, knowing the fire had been his fault yet having to keep it from everyone. Rosie squeezed him and let him cry for a second before drying his tears and sitting him down.

"We know you loved her, Cam."

She tenderly hugged him again before standing up.

"You look like you could use some coffee, and I want to know what's going on."

Cam sighed and leaned back in his seat as Rosie made coffee. She came and sat back down.

"So, what's going on? You disappear for six months, come charging in here looking like you haven't slept in days, and are acting shifty as anything."

Cam scratched his head and spoke again.

"I'm on the run from the Foundation."

He looked at her, and seeing the bewilderment on her face, he explained.

"They're a…"

He decided to lie a little to make it sound plausible. She didn't need to know everything.

"They're a government-funded organisation that captures and imprisons anything scary and weird. Things like monsters, bogeymen, stones that let you go through mirrors, space-time anomalies, art that kills you if you look at it, and me."

Rosie stared in utter stupefaction.

"I don't believe it. There's no way that's true. I-I think you're ill, you look awful. You should-"

Cam simply got up and started to glow slightly, a strange aura surrounding him. Rosie winced as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, the static in the air suddenly amplified.

"Cam, what the hell is tha-"

Using only one hand, he lifted her and the seat she was on above his head. He spoke again, and this time it was a wavering rasp of self-loathing.

"Do you believe me now?"


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