Geek is the New Chic ! [Bill]

A frustrated sigh escaped Bill as he looked at the mountain of emails that sat in his inbox. There were small notes from Lanette and Bebe about new updates they'd made to his PC. Some things from Lux requesting help in their research department. A few mails from the Region Professors who had decided to stay loyal to safety and peace. Oh so many things to take care of!

The young inventor looked at all the mail with an expression of distaste. Why'd did so many people think he could do the things they'd asked. Looking at the emails from Lanette and Bebe he wondered if they got as much of this as him. With all the bug-fixing and user friendly updating they'd done on his PC Bill thought people would have begun to understand they were the more adept minds. Not him by any means.

It seemed all he could do was mess up lately. With another sigh he attempted to relax, leaning back and sipping on his coffee. The day was still young, but he knew he'd be up until the wee-hours of the next morning before he could consider true rest. If he didn't get his head together he'd never get the daunting tasks in front of him out of the way.

Thinking that the best way to take care of his nerves was to write a bit he opened a word document. For awhile now he'd been working on a paper on the history of prehistoric Pokemon. How they'd all died out, how they had rested without being discovered, and how they were uncovered and revived. To help with this he even had his own, a Kabutops. Bill thought about it and how much help it had been to have one so he could observe its behavior.

Putting the idle thoughts aside he allowed his fingers to skate quickly over the keys of his keyboard. The document began filling with the words typed by his fingers, moving at a decent pace of 108wpm. The pessimistic voice in his head reminded him that people such as Roark of Sinnoh and Blaine of Cinnabar Island had already wrote papers like this. Most likely better than any he could write. With a huff he did his best to ignore it. It wasn't like only one person could write down their findings right?

An hour or so into his typing his firewall began being attacked. He didn't notice it at first. The flashing of the icon that represented his custom program went ignored. However, when the thing began to sound an alarm and he saw the pixelized face of his dear Porygon-Z he had his interest peaked. What the hell had happened?

"Daton, is there a breach?" Bill asked in a slightly tired tone, mouth moving close to a mic connected to his personal PC. The responding nod from Daton made him sigh. What, now even his firewall was an inadequate piece of crap!?

Whatever, doesn't matter. Point now is to chase out the threat and pinpoint the offender. He thought, trying to gather his thoughts before he could send the Pokemon out.

"Daton, find the source of the breach. Chase out any and all firewall breaking programs and trace their source. Once you have found the source send me the coordinates." Bill gave the order in his still tired voice before sighing. The Porygon-Z gave a salute before vanishing, body probably dashing along his PC, hunting out the threat. Bill saw it slip into a folder where the offender had slipped in. Some of his research files. Could it be some kind of Nox spy? Did they think he had some kind of good intelligence?

It didn't matter. The offender was soon being assaulted digitally by Porygon-Z. A message sent in a text box stated simply that the intruder had a Pokemon, it's own pre-evolution Porygon. Without hesitating Bill spoke into the mic again.

"Get the Pokemon out of there. Lock-On and then a Zap Cannon. That'll do plenty of damage and make it retreat." Bill got into a battle ready state. He would need to be if he wanted the hacker out.

Daton attempted to get the Porygon into his cross-hairs with a Lock-On. As soon as he thought he had the target lined up he charged up an electric charge, sending the concentrated beam right at the Porygon's torso. If it landed it would do devastating damage and leave almost no option but retreat. If it missed, well, that would be dealt with afterwards.

"Very nice Daton, a direct hit. Now, make sure you don't lose it. Get a track on it then follow it back to its base. I'm going to get out my mobile and then we can find out who's breaching my systems." Bill spoke quickly to his Porygon-Z, who awaited orders, before rising from his seat and maneuvering around various stacks of paper. Oh the mess his house had become. He really needed to start getting away from his computer a bit more often to clean up. As he stepped over a few discarded cans of energy drink Bill looked towards his bedroom. His pokeballs were in there and if the hacker was at all dangerous he ought to have them.

After a few seconds Bill exited his room, four pokeballs on his belt. Emily, Molly, Tammy, and Daton's empty one. They would do just fine for the short errand considering the strength they had. At least he hoped so. At the moment he was going on pure speculation when he thought that the opponent would be weak enough to handle.

"With your thinking ability lately and your lack of any logic or reason it'll likely be some enemy that can wipe the floor with you Sonozaki." He mumbled to himself as he grabbed his phone, originally just your average 3G device but with a bit of tweaking he'd given it a few added features and a strong link to his main database. A second after its screen flashed to life a little icon of Daton appeared, pointing in the direction he imagined the Porygon itself was going. Good, he thought to himself, Looks like Daton got the track.

Bill left his house quickly, locking the door before hopping on his bike. After clipping his phone into a holder placed between the two handles he was off, using the tracker to keep him heading in the right direction. As always, the hedge maze blocking the way to his house was an annoying obstacle. Turn this way then that and make sure to avoid the little tree that blocks the path that way. All these jumbled directions he'd memorized in his head. He audibly exhaled when he saw a small ledge and patch of grass that indicated the end of the hindering walls of plants.

"Daton, what's the situation?" Bill asked, leaning down so that his mouth hovered over the phone's mic. He knew the Porygon must have reached the hacker's location by now, but hopefully he was hanging back a bit. A quick series of text from the pokemon not only told him just that, but also tacked on the coordinates of the delinquent's computer. It was in Cerulean, so only a few minutes away. A quick plugging of numbers into his phone showed him that it was the Pokemon Center. Ballsy move, using a Pokemon Center computer to hack into his. Especially from such a short distance.

"Ah, Cerulean. What has happened to you?" Bill couldn't help but murmur as he rode over the Nugget Bridge, the sight and smell of the once pristine water making him want to cry. The pollution of that beautiful city. It hurt him like nothing else. Then again it had been unavoidable. At least that's what he had to keep telling himself.

As he entered the town Bill leaned off to the side, tires squealing as he came to rest at the opposite end of the Nugget Bridge. He needed to make sure he was going in the right direction to get to the Pokemon Center. In just a second he spotted the bright red roof of the building and went speeding in its direction. As he reached the trainer's refuge he pulled up in front, putting his bike on a rack before entering the center. A beeping from his phone, which he'd pulled from its case on the bike, indicated he was in the right place.

"Now, I just need to." He murmured to himself as he looked over the computers. There was only one person. A young girl with dark red hair. She was so young. Bill had trouble suspecting her of anything. Yet, that was what logic dictated. With a sigh he murmured a short order to Daton, who lurked right outside the computer's connection. In a second the Porygon Z appeared again, getting the invader Porygon in its Lock-On before attempting to land another Zap Cannon.

"Excuse me young miss, would you happen to be the one who was tampering with my computer?" Bill asked in a level, if not tired, tone as he walked his way to the girl sitting at the computer. He didn't want to cause trouble. Despite what one may expect he wasn't angry, wasn't agitated, wasn't upset. Just painfully tired. He wanted to clear up the issue and get on with it.

Bill watched the girl stutter and pale and blush, all in what seemed to be only a matter of seconds. The way she was acting made it clear this girl was the hacker. Bill could feel his tired face turn into a mask of disappointment, the side of his mouth turning down and his expression sagging. A child. It was a child who had broken his firewall. Had he really fallen that low? With a sigh he basically collapsed into a nearby seat, balling hand into a fist and resting his forehead on it.

"Dammit." He mumbled to himself as the girl stared. Bill could feel one of his breakdowns coming and fought to restrain the rising emotion. It could wait until he got home, then he could rage and rant and kick over all those piles of paper that sat in his house. Doing his best to reign in his thoughts and face the current problem Bill looked up with a visually upset expression. It wasn't as hopeless and pitiful as the one earlier but it was still clearly saddened.

"Is there any particular reason you hacked into my computer?" Bill asked with a tone that simply bled a lack of energy and enthusiasm, his irritation slipping into the question and giving it a very slight edge, "You don't have to worry about getting in trouble unless it was for some reason that was less than legal. Such as for plagiarizing purposes or in an attempt to spy for some person or organization. I really just want to know so I can move on with my day."

Bill spoke honestly, adjusting the collar of his shirt and sighing once more. His mind wandered once again to the culprit. Oh, this breach of his security system would have been bad enough if it was an adult. Someone who had attended college, or at the very least got through highschool. But it was this girl. This child. This little redhead, who had broken through his firewalls. His carefully laid defenses. A program he'd spent a whole month putting together. What a blow to his already wounded esteem, and while self-pity wasn't something he endorsed he couldn't help but feel some.

"The sooner you tell me the sooner you can be on your way and the sooner I can go fix my apparently non child-proof firewall." He continued on his previous statement with a sigh, knowing that if she hesitated at all that it was probably because of doubts on his honesty. Bill really, really, didn't want to go through the trouble of responding with legal charges. Nor did he even want to scold the girl. At this point all Bill wanted was a nap. A nap and maybe a cup of hot chocolate.

While it was sweet and Bill appreciated it, really he did, being consoled by a child only seemed to worsen his mood. It seemed even his attempts to contain himself were too minuscule to work. If he was more of the dramatic type he could have thrown his hands up and screamed to Arceus above 'woe is me who cannot handle even the simplest of tasks!' But he'd never been much of a drama buff and theatre was plain irritating to him. So instead Bill opted to try and fake a smile. Still acting but tilting more towards a positive message.

"Thank you." Bill replied with a reassuring look that probably came off as strained, "But the fact that you could get through with just the help of a Porygon. Oh, so many people have them. In this day and age it seems almost a necessity to use such a useful pokemon for hacking purposes. Either way, it's just a blow to take when a personal program is hacked." He sighed before offering a genuine grin, which was quickly followed by inquisitive eyes.

"Interested, in my research? Mine? Really?" Bill could hear his voice do that stupid thing where it climbed an octave as he spoke, surprise overtaking self control yet again. An admirer? Someone who actually held interest in his research? His climb to fame had been the PC and sadly that had been just about the only thing he was "allowed" to get any kind of recognition from. Only a select few fans actually cared about his non-storage related research papers and some his short books on pokemon behavior and habitats. It was a great treat to meet one. Despite the circumstances.

"Young miss, you do understand that you could have came to my house and asked to look at my research right? I've done it for trainers in the past, most notably two future champions. One right after the other. Though if I do recall..." Bill quickly snapped himself out of the recollection. The day he had met Red and Blue in the same few hours had seemed like something he went through near every day. Aside from the effect Red had had on him. Other than that it had just been another day, he'd greeted them, shown them what they wanted, and sent them on their way. Little did he know they'd become champions one after the other. No matter what he had expected Bill knew now wasn't the time to dwell on it. Despite the fact that he had for a few seconds there.

"Anyway, if you wish, I could take you to my house and show you some of my papers. I'm actually working on one right now regarding fossils. Would you like to take me up on the offer?"