After he and Cici split for the day, Tommy wasted no time in getting back out into the forest, determined to find the Bulbasaur at the very least. Anything after he would think of as just a bonus. Stopping at a small shop to buy some easy to eat snacks for himself and Amica, the pair set out to find their future friend. The first few hours were fruitless, with any Pokemon that Amica saw fleeing before her trainer could catch up to the nimble water type, and those that Tommy saw fled if he so much as moved an inch in their direction; or any direction for that matter.

Leading into the sunset hours, with Tommy already exasperated by the events of the last few hours, a sound of hope reached the ears of Trainer and Frog alike. [DarkGreen][i]"Bulbasaur!"[/i][/color] Tommy and Amica exchanged a brief look and nod before both dashed in the direction it had come from. Amica found it first after a fifteen minute sprint and uttered a startled cry to it's trainer.

[color=SteelBlue]"Froakie!"[/color] Tommy slid to a stop in sight of the Pokemon he'd been searching for, under assault from a trio of Spearow in the middle of a clearing. The Bulbasaur was haggard, with the leaves surrounding the bottom of it's bud torn and ripped and numerous scratches across it's body. If the trumpet player had to guess, the poor Pokemon had been running for some time, but even with as haggard as it looked, the brave little Bulbasaur was putting up an impressive fight.

"Amica, help it out! Bubble!" The Froakie obliged, rushing into the battle and leaping into the air to unleash it's attack, catching the three Spearow off guard and scattering them. Landing next to the Bulbasaur, who was wary of another attacker.

[color=SteelBlue]"Froakie Froak Froakie."[/color] The Bulbasaur hesitated a moment, looking at Tommy, who had run over to join the pair before the Flying types returned, and then at Amica.

[color=DarkGreen]"Bulba. Saur Bulba Bul."[/color] Amica nodded and smiled encourageingly.

[color=SteelBlue]"Froakie!"[/color] By this point, the Spearow had returned and Tommy grimaced. Three on two weren't ideal odds, especially since he knew that Bulbasaur was at a type disadvantage in this fight. Still, he couldn't afford to hesitate and before the trio attacked again, he called out to Amica.

"Amica, use Ice Beam!" Amica obliges, if a touch hesitantly, and blasts the lead Spearow with the Ice type attack, sending it to the ground with a frosted wing. The other two, sensing that they may be outmatched, fled quickly and the third followed as well, though at a much slower pace. Tommy smiled and turned to his partner, who was panting. With a facepalm of realization, he picked the Froakie up in his arms and smiled at her. "Good job, Amica. Take a rest while I speak with our friend here." The Froakie nods with a weak smile as her trainer retrieves her Pokeball and she disappears in a red light. He then turns to the Bulbasaur, who was panting heavily now that it could rest. Slowly reaching behind him, he pulls the potion he'd bought in Central City out and holds it towards the Grass-Poison type, who growls softly at it's sight.

"Easy buddy. I can help with this, and if you let me, get you to a Pokemon Center. In fact, I can even offer you safety from those bullies if you join me and Amica. How's that sound?" The Bulbasaur eyed the person and potion in his hand warily, but there was a look in it's eyes saying it was contemplating the idea before it finally nodded.

[color=DarkGreen]"Bulba."[/color] Tommy smiled and approached carefully, spraying the worst of the wounds with the potion until it was gone, then pulling out one of his empty Pokeballs. The Bulbasaur appraised it before one of it's vines snaked out and tapped the button, pulling the new member of Tommy's team in in a burst of light. It wiggled three times before the red light in the center flashed to signify the capture, and, after a short jump of victory, Tommy ran for the Pokecenter. He knew that the Potion had helped his new friend, but he needed to get the Bulbasaur to the Pokecenter for proper treatment.

The run took less time than the walking and wandering searching for Bulbasaur had and within an hour, just as the sun was truly starting to set, he reached town. He spotted the Pokecenter and ran to it, pulling out his occupied Pokeballs and nearly throwing them at the nurse. "The Froakie, Amica, she's just worn out, machine should be fine. But the Bulbasaur was under attack from Spearows, looked like it had been on the run awhile. Needs more than the machine." Tommy spoke the words both fast and out of breath, so he had to repeat himself twice more before the nurse nodded, having him bring out the Bulbasaur, who was looking only slightly better after Tommy's help, to take it back for more extensive treatment. A short time later, Amica's ball was returned, but the Bulbasaur would require overnight treatment. Thanking the nurse, Tommy took a seat in the front area, exhausted, and let Amica out, who took a place next to her trainer and making sure he didn't keel over from gasping for air.

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Tommy caught Bulbasaur!

[hider=Notes]
TP: 17+3=20
CP: 11+3=14[/hider]

NOTICE: The math for my points is counting the posts Bal didn't count before he left.