Disclaimers: Pokemon is owned by Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures. Rose Rochester is mine.

Note: I'm not sure what the point of this story is, except maybe to explain why Rose becomes a Pokemon trainer. ::sweatdrop:: And uh... I wanted to write something with a Mew in it. ::giggle:: And I'm not sure if it's any good. But I want to do something bigger and better with Rose. Any suggestions? This story takes place about six or seven years after the second to last chapter in PC3.

Lights in the Night

By: Sforzie

"Good night, Rose."

"Good night, Mommy."

"Night, Rosie."

"Night, Daddy."

Little six year old Rose Rochester watched as her parents turned off the light, and left the room. She yawned, snuggling under the covers. She was just about to fall asleep, when a soft light filled her room. Rose blinked and sat up. Had her mother put the night light on? She hadn't done that in several weeks. Being pregnant had made her forgetful. First it was getting the laundry folded, and then the groceries (though she had thought that was intentional), and now this?

But the light, Rose decided, couldn't be from her night light. It shimmered from blue to green, before finally settling on a bubble-gum shade of pink. It formed a ball, floating closer to her bed.

"Who--who's there?" Rose called timidly.

"Mew?" a cutish voice echoed. The ball of light settled at the foot of her bed. "Just a friend, Rose."

Rose jerked. The voice was inside her head! "What's a Mew?"

"A Pokemon," the voice in her head said.

"You don't look like a Pokemon, you look like a light bulb," Rose whispered.

"That's fixable." The ball of light faded, leaving a smaller shape. It was indeed a Pokemon, though one that Rose had never seen before. It was a very pale shade of pink, with big bunny feet, stubby arms and ears, and a long thin tail. It had big blue eyes, and the creases over its eyes gave the Pokemon a perpetually thoughtful look. It was cute.

"Am I dreaming you up?" Rose wondered. The Mew shook its head. "Then how come I've never heard of a Mew before?"

"We're very rare," the Mew said. "There are only a few of us."

"If you're so rare, what do you want with me? I'm just a little kid."

The Mew sat on the bed. "True, but you won't always be little."

"Will you always be little?"

It seemed to smile. "Yes. This is what I am. But you won't always be six. Someday, you will be much bigger."

"Mommy says I'm going to be tall like Daddy."

The Mew titled its head and looked at her thoughtfully. "Mmm, yes I think so. But I'm not here to tell you how tall you will get."

"Oh? Then why, Mew?"

"Someday you will be very important. A great challenge lays ahead for you, but the rewards will be great."

"What's the challenge?" Rose wanted to know.

"I can't tell you that," the Mew chuckled. "But someday you will be widely respected, and that's why I'm here."

"Why?"

"To give you something," it said, standing and floating a few inches above the bed. It began to spin. "All journeys must start somewhere. Yours, Rose Rochester, starts tonight." When the Mew stopped spinning, it held a small ball of light with its tail. "Take good care of this Pokemon, and raise it well. Someday it will aid you in your journeys."

"How do you know all this?" Rose wondered.

"I'm a psychic," the Mew said, its eyes shimmering laughingly. "Hold out your hands, Rose." She did so, and the Mew carefully set the ball of light in her hands. The glow faded, and an egg remained.

"A Pidgey egg?" Rose looked doubtful for a moment.

"Yes, Rose," it said. "Grow up together, and I will see you again someday." With that, the Mew began to glow, and returned to its ball of light. With a soft parting "Mew!", it departed out the window.

When Rose woke the next morning, she wondered if the encounter with the funny pink Pokemon was a dream. But there, laying nestled in the folds of her blanket, was the Pidgey egg the Mew had given her. Rose picked it up, smiling.

The End