9.1
Sabrina gazed at the pictures she'd seen circulating the Internet of a shiny eevee and a mewtwo that had been challenging the Kanto gyms pensively.

She still wasn't entirely sure why she'd agreed to giving them a place to stay in her city. Rubbing her head, she got to her feet and went to the kitchen to pour herself a drink.

"Natsume."

Startled, she turned to see a pair of glowing purple eyes staring at her from the shadows.

"Mewtwo," she greeted. "Don't you know it's poor manners to sneak into a lady's home?"

"You and I both know you'd have tuned your barriers to at least discourage me from entering if you truly wanted to be alone," Mewtwo replied, stepping into view.

Sabrina narrowed her eyes. "Hm...what brings you here?"

Her eyes darted towards the bedroom and she moved towards her liquor cabinet. "I'm afraid I don't have anything you'd like-" Without turning to look at him, she added, "-and you already brought a drink you do like with you, haven't you?"

"You know me so well," Mewtwo replied. Sabrina rubbed her head with a sigh.

"Ever since that event ten years ago, I've been sorting through my memories to figure out which were mine and which belong to other Sabrina and Natsume."

Mewtwo sighed and placed a glass of wine on the counter beside her. "Everyone involved in that event left with memories not their own."

He found his hand reaching for her and he pulled it against his chest with a frown. Sabrina turned to look at him, scooping up the wine as she did do.

"Didn't help that you disappeared almost immediately afterwards. There are people who could've benefited from your psychic powers in sorting through the memories."

"I'm sorry."

Sabrina laughed and took a sip. "Maybe now you are, after you've had all this time to forget it."

Mewtwo grimaced and looked away.

"So where's that eevee of yours?"

"Sleeping. She's had a rough few weeks and is taking it easy."

Sabrina rested a hand on a tilted hip and leaned against the counter. "And when will you...she be stopping by to challenge me?"

"When she's ready, I suspect." Mewtwo replied, avoiding her eyes.

Sabrina snorted. "Liar."

"Yes, I've been avoiding you. Mainly for this exact reason," Mewtwo said lightly. "We both have memories that aren't ours of times neither of us are completely comfortable with-"

He broke off as Sabrina rested a hand on his chest and stroked it in a way that was both achingly familiar, yet completely foreign.

He didn't pull away as she leaned against him, breath warm on his fur.

"Nats-Sabrina, wha-?"

"You'll feel a lot better if you stop fighting the memories and accept them," she murmured, hand gently scratching over his chest. "Let them help you create new memories."

A flood of images flashed through Mewtwo's mind and his hand gently cupped Sabrina's cheek as their eyes met.

"...Very well. Will you show me once again how to be comfortable in my own head?"

Sabrina smiled and led him to the bedroom.

-

9.2
"Hey Mewtwo, how old are you?"

The bipedal feline tapped a finger on his chin in thought for a few moments before shrugging.

"With the nature of the time crash coupled with the restoration process, I honestly couldn't begin to guess. However," he said, lifting his paw to forestall Sasha's protest, "Before the whole timeline got screwed, I was about five years old, give or take a few months."

Mewtwo counted off on his fingers a few times. "Add in the years during and after the time crash...I'd say I'm some two and a half decades old?"

He gazed at the eevee curiously. "Why did you want to know?"

Sasha's ears warmed and she looked away. "You just seem older sometimes."

"Does it bother you?"

Sasha shook her head. "Nah, I was born some...fifteen years ago myself, give or take a few months. Don't remember much of it, just what I told you before. Spent some time wandering the regions and meeting all kinds of interesting people before I wound up frozen on a mountain."

"You've yet to tell me why you were there. That was after you got your power, correct?"

Sasha shifted uncomfortably. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"...Very well. I will not pry."

Sasha swiped a paw across her eyes. "Thank you."

-

9.3
Sasha stared at the sword lodged in a stone warily. 

"Look, I'd love to help you, but I've read way too many accounts of swords pulled from stones where the sucker who does it then gets dragged into quests and stuff that isn't me, so..."

"Seriously? I'm just in a bit of a pickle is all. Nothing is going to happen if you pull me out," the sword-shaped pokémon answered. "Besides, Aegislash is never gonna let me hear the end of it."

Sasha walked around the honedge carefully before she placed her paws on the flat of the blade and pushed.

"Gyah! Are you trying to snap me in two?!"

Sasha backed off, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Just trying to see if I can't loosen you up."

She shook her head. "I suppose I could smash the rock to free you. A little larger than I'm used to, but it shouldn't take too long..." She rested a paw on her scarf and let out a breath. 

One flash of light later and the honedge found itself staring at an umbreon.

"That's a new one on me," the sword replied. "Never seen an eevee capable of Mega Evolution."

"It's a little more complicated than that, but I suppose that's an acceptable analogy. Now hold still. Actually, might wanna use Protect or Iron Defense or whatever."

The sword glowed a few times and Sasha then fired off a focus blast, taking a sizable chunk out of the rock.

A few blasts and brick breaks later, the honedge shook the dust from its blade.

"My thanks to you, young eevee. You've spared me quite the embarrassment from the rest of my family."

Sasha looked around before shrugging. "Not gonna lie, I was sure your folks would've popped out of the bushes going, "Haha, we saw it all!"

She waved as the sword floated away.

-

9.4
Giovanni considered himself an honest man leading a dishonest life.

Even the whole "multiple memories" thing didn't slow him down; he merely sorted through them, discarding the bits and pieces that didn't work and kept the bits that would allow his wealth and power to grow. 

When Mewtwo had come out of seclusion once again, Giovanni had hoped he'd be able to get the clone on his side. Like the last times he'd tried, it had backfired. To add insult to injury, Archer's splinter group had also targeted the Clone despite Giovanni's explicit orders not to.

Giovanni wasn't surprised to hear of Archer's demise a short while ago and he secretly applauded Mewtwo for sparing him the task of offing the idiot himself. 

Lacing his fingers together, Giovanni rested his head on them as he let his mind wander. All of Team Rocket's projects - legal and otherwise - were proceeding as planned. Nothing major had bothered the region in the past decade. Just the usual intra-regional conflicts, such as trainers getting too full of themselves and minor acts of vandalism. 

He'd been somewhat amused when he heard Erika's gym had nearly burned down. 

Again. 

He glanced at the drawer where he kept character files and pulled it open. Leafing through to the M's, he pulled it out and flicked through it, pausing on the sheets chronicling the clone's current journey. He stared at the pictures of the shiny eevee he had picked up some seven or eight months prior. 

"You've changed, old friend," Giovanni murmured. "Used to be you cared only for yourself. What's so special about this one?"

He rubbed his head as images from a mind not his own passed by and he frowned. 

"You were a fool, Cyrus, reaching for power that was never ours to take."

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

"I need a vacation."

A rare smile passed over his face and he got the necessary paperwork in order. 

Replacements, delegates and insurance was put into motion and the head of Team Rocket was on a helicopter bound for Saffron within the hour.

-

9.5
Sasha stared at the female mewtwo curiously. Had she not been told by Mewtwo he'd be bringing a date home, she'd never have guessed her to be female. 

On the bright side, she'd have no problem telling her Mewtwo from the other, due to the color of their coats; the female was a brighter shade of grayish-lilac compared to the male.

Sasha pondered why her mind had decided on that particular choice of words and pushed it to the back of her mind as the clone spoke.

{Hello. My name is Rei. Mewtwo told me he had a...roommate and I was curious as to what he meant by that.} She let her gaze wander over Sasha's body and she tsked in thought. {I'm glad to see you've recovered.}

Sasha nodded curtly. "I'm grateful for his help, but I really don't plan on sticking around."

Rei tilted her head. {Why?}

"Because..." Sasha's voice trailed off and she shook her head. "It's none of your business."

Rei was silent for a few moments and she nodded. {If that is what you decide.}

Mewtwo stood in the doorway, watching the two females stare at each other. Something kept him from entering or making himself known and he watched as Sasha abruptly got to her paws and went to her room. Waiting a few seconds, Mewtwo slowly entered the room.

"What was that about?" he asked warily. 

Rei jumped a bit and glanced at him before glancing after the eevee. {She seemed troubled by my presence.}

Mewtwo blinked in bemusement. "Is that so? She never stuck me as the jealous type."

Rei tilted her head. {Jealous? You mean she's attracted to you?}

Mewtwo shrugged. "She wouldn't be the first and it's something I've gotten used to. Sometimes it works out. Other times..." His voice trailed off and he ran a hand over his face, sighing. 

Rei touched his arm gently and rested her forehead against his. {Enough about her. I'd like to know about you.}

"Over twenty years ago, in a faraway jungle..."