Imagine young Spark being the awkward trainer all along and obviously he admires his friends blanche and candela bc they are powerful af (and totally in love) but he does not have a particular style of breeding pokèmon, and this makes him feel like he is just the average one in the team
candela has power, blanche has wisdom and he has ???? a strong love for pokèmon for sure but that is nothing special, damn, they all love and care about their pokèmon
but prof willow wants him to join too and he accepts of course, but he really feels like nothing special (and he talks about this to blanche and candela and they both get mad because he is an awesome trainer with great talent he should never say that again or they will rip his sorry ass) but still the feeling remains and he can’t help it
And then there was that mission. They were instructed to go and explore a new zone and analyse the species of pokèmon that lived there.
All was going as predicted, with blanche making them keeping up with their schedule, but then Candela screamed. Candela never screams, she is that kind of girl that is never scared of anything. Blanche and him ran as fast as they could, only to find a terrified Candela trying her best to fight a nidoking and a nidoqueen with her flareon, that was already suffering a horrible wound. The two huge pokèmons were livid, growling and totally out of their league.
Blanche was petrified the moment they saw the scene, being too well aware of the danger they were in. After all, their critical thinking drove them out of the worst situation. But this was beyond any worst they ever faced. And he was the most useless of them, most of his pokèmon being electric types and their oppenents being two powerful poison/ground types.
He knew all of this. Blanche used to describe him as “the only one that could make his life out of being completely lacking of common sense” and when he called his Jolteon out of his pokeball, the look Blanche throwed at him pratically screamed that sentence. They did not dare to talk though, the sound could have pissed off the two pokèmon even more. He didn’t know what he was doing, but something in the gaze of the two pokèmon told him that they were not that angry just because Candela had stepped in their territory. Pokèmon were never aggressive to other pokèmon or people without a valid reason. His Jolteon waited for an order, even if her spiked fur was shaking. He stepped forward waving a hand, asking the eletric pokèmon to cover him. The Nidoking growled louder, lowering his head, ready to attack. Spark opened his arms wide, and continued to walk towards him and his female counterpart. He heard Candela whispering “Spark, no!” while he was passing by her. He didn’t listen. Now the two Nidos were confused. He didn’t seem like someone who wanted to hurt them. They waited. He kept walking. When he was near enough, so close that the Nidoking could have hit him with a swing of his powerful paw, he spoke.
“Where is your baby?”
He didn’t know if they had one. He just assumed that they were protecting something. When they smelled the young pokèmon trainer and the fire eevelution, they attacked out of fear.
Silence fell. He stood still, waiting, his heart racing, looking the female pokèmon in the eye. Nidoqueen growled, breaking the silence. The Nidoking returned to his normal position, not keeping his guard high anymore. She turned around, to reveal the two baby Nidorans that were hiding behind her strong tail. They were two little males. One of them, tough, had a deep cut in his rear leg.
He faced again the Nidoqueen, asking for permission. The pokèmon growled again, watching him cagily. Then he kneeled, observing the small pokèmon, trying to sort out how to treat the wound.
“Blanche!” He called. “Come over here!”
Blanche, that was now way more calmer but still vigilant, approached the pokèmon imitating the young man, then kneeling next to him. They watched the wound closely, analysing it. “It’s a deep wound, but with a few stitches and a Full Restore, he should be fine.” They drawed the item out of their backpack, as well as the needle and the thread. They asked again permission to the two parents, that were now very close to them, the belligerency from before disappeared, leaving space for a very worried expression. The skilled hands of Blanche moved rapidly, while he was keeping the little Nidoran still. Candela arrived some minutes later, her Flareon already returned to his pokèball and cured. When Blanche finished, after cleaning the blood and made sure the Nidoran drank all of the potion, the pokèmon emitted a faint sound of contentment. Blanche, Candela and him smiled to each other, then Nidoking approached the group of friends and enclosed them with his tail, howling out of happiness. Nidoqueen licked her cubs, then joined her partner, almost crushing the three trainers. When they let them go, Spark caressed their horned heads, then Jolteon jumped on her trainer, nuzzling him. They left the pokèmon family with the promise of returning to check on the Nidoran.
When they were out of their sight, Candela jumped on Spark, screaming, hugging him tightly and bringing Blanche along in the hug. They didn’t complain. “How did you know?” She asked, after releasing everyone.
“I didn’t, really!” Spark was bright red, and his two friends watched him skeptically. “I just imagined that they had something to protect to be that aggressive. I mostly acted following my instincts…” He smiled wide. “In the end, it worked out just fine. And the little Nidoran was cured. I guess I’m a genius!” He tried to keep a straight face, but then Candela laughed and he followed, both pratically choking of laughter. Blanche was serious, their hand holding their chin, thinking. “That’s it.” They said. “That’s your way of breeding… no, more, that’s your way of life, Spark. You never think something through. You act, following your instinct, not worrying for one moment if that could be a right or wrong move. If it gaves you a good vibe, then it must be right. Even if you are in a deadly situation. This is your strength.” Candela smiled. “Yeah, right. Spark, that was the most unbelievable and yet the bravest thing I ever saw. And you didn’t even realize how friggin’ awesome was that. You are the real deal, man!” He was speechless. He didn’t actually expect that to be… Brave? He just did it because it felt right. He smiled even brighter. Blanche was right. This was his strenght. He took his two friends under his arms, kissing them on the forehead. “What would I do without you two?” Blanche scrunched their nose. “You would be probably eating some shitty fastfood while bingewatching anime”
“and laughing like a retarted seal on some meme on the internet” Candela added.
“Wow, if that isn’t an accurate depiction of me. You guys know me too well. And Cands, you laugh at memes too, you moron!”
“I’m Spark, leader of Team Instinct.” He proudly said three years later, introducing himself to the rookies.
“Alright, now who wants cookies?”