Pokémon's too epic for me to own. Evah.

Okay, so I was really bored, and decided: Why not do a "what if" fic? So this is a what if Summer and Ben had never separated? Cause there's gonna be a bigger difference than you think. I can't say more, spoilers, but I'll try to add one chapter of this after every chapter of my other one, which is a basic play by play of the game, with some extras. Oh, and if you're a fan of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians, please look up the account BeginningTheREVOLUTION, and decide in the poll if you have read our stories or not. Thanks, now on with the story!

Obliva region, high in the sky

The Drifloon were floating happily, the occasional Chatot or Togekiss flying peacefully. Some Pidgey were there, nice and happy too. Until . . .

"La!"

A rather big, red pokémon flew by suddenly, causing the Pidgey to panic and disperse. Some green orb things shot at it, and two people on flying scooters, or something, showed up behind it.

"Whee ha!" the man on the left said.

"Just give it up already!" the woman beside him yelled. "Do you really think you can get away?"

"You just don't know when to give up!"

Unbeknownst to them, there was someone—or rather, two someone's—behind, following silently on two Staraptor.

"You ready partner?" the girl asked to the boy on her right.

"Oh, bring it on," he replied confidently. "Let's make an entrance."

"It's showtime."

The boy flew up farther, gaining speed. When he was almost just two feet behind them, the two people felt the wind, and turned around in shock.

"Who are you, squirt?" the woman asked gruffly.

"Red goggles, a yellow scarf . . ." the man mumbled, thinking. The woman's eyes widened.

"And a Capture Styler!"

"You're a . . . Pokémon Ranger!"

"Ha ha, that'd be me people!" the boy said rather cockily. "My name's Pokémon Ranger Ben, here to protect all people and Pokémon!"

Then, out of nowhere and without warning, a couple Pidgey started flying all around.

"Your adversaries are using Pokémon to attack. Please capture the Pokémon in order to calm it down," Voice Nav. beeped.

Ben rolled his eyes, and said, "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." The Pidgey were getting closer and closer, so Ben got his Capture Styler ready.

"Capture on!" he yelled, taking aim. He fired the Capture Disk, the regular blue-ish line trailing behind it. A sorta glowing shard appeared from the Capture Styler, which allowed him to control the disk easily. He was concentrating hard, but he could still hear his partner mutter over the roaring wind, "That show off. Drama queen!"

He wanted to retort, but then he realized something.

"Capture complete!" The disk went back in.

"Feh!" the man yelled, getting annoyed, while looking at the red Pokémon flying away. "Not only was our Pidgey captured, our target got away! It's hard to believe someone could pull off a midair capture like that. You're something else!"

"Oblivia's very peaceful. We don't need someone like you," the woman beside him sneered.

"Here's how we get rid of unnecessary trash: With a plasma cannon!"

Ben started a bit at the sudden green glow that was coming from the odd scooters, but dodged all of them, quickly maneuvering his partner Pokémon, Staraptor.

"That was unfair!" Ben glared. "Seriously, how would you like it if someone blasted you with that plasma junk!"

"How'd the Ranger manage to dodge all my attacks? . . ." the man said questioningly, ignoring Ben's fierce glare.

"You are good . . ." the woman admitted. "But let's see if you can handle our double-team attack!"

The same thing as before happened, but instead with twice the green orbs than before.

"Oh no!" the man sweatdropped. "My plasma cannon's outta battery!"

"Mine to! Scaring our target may not have been the best idea . . ." the woman railed off. "I guess we'll just have to ram 'em!"

The two people backed up, prepared to do knock the Ranger out of the sky, until they heard another voice, this time female.

"Are you sure you wanna do that? Now you have to deal with two Rangers!"

The female Ranger flew forward, and looked over at her partner.

"It is just so comforting to see my partner is just excellent at handling the situation," she said drily, rolling her eyes.

"Like you would do any better!"

"Psh, of course I would! This is why I wanted to go first!"

"Uh, can we handle this later, Summer?" Ben asked. "Since there are two people who were trying to knock me out of the sky and like, fall to my doom."

Summer waved her hand and said, "Oh yeah, sure, be my guest," as if it was a normal, every-day thing.

Ben turned back to the people.

"So, you were saying?"

"Ah man! There was more than one!" the man said, after a moment of confusion.

"Come on!" the woman said, getting really annoyed and panicked. "How about this: let's see you try to capture even more Pokémon, all by yourself!"

"I got this one," Summer said to Ben. "Since you had all the fun a couple minutes ago."

She pointed the Styler, and, "Capture on!"

The disk came out, and, much similar to Ben's, a shard came out from the Styler too. She carefully captured the few Drifloon and Chatot there were, then soon, "Capture complete!"

"What's with all the Rangers making such good midair captures!" the man yelled.

"The plasma cannons aren't working! Rangers keep popping up! We've run out of Pokémon too! I hate to say this, but I guess we'll have to retreat!"

They turned around to leave, but a second before they could, a voice piped up, "Wait!"

The two stopped in their tracks, and the Rangers started, looking around for the mysterious voice.

"There's one more on our side now!" A blonde-haired man with red eyes and bangs came up on another scooter, except this time it was red, along with most of what he was wearing.

"Our leader!" the man said happily. "They're Pokémon Rangers!"

"I can see that," the 'leader' said coolly, rolling his eyes. "This is the first time I've seen flying Rangers though. Two aerial Ranger brats, putting on airs with their bright red goggles and stupid yellow scarves. What a joke!"

Ben's face flushed a bit, and he retorted, "Who's the joke here? You're the leader of a team that can't even handle a couple of 'brats'!"

"I hate to admit it, but he actually has a good point," Summer muttered. "For once."

The leader raised an eyebrow, not amused, then narrowed his eyes.

"You there . . . do you know the consequences for mouthing off like that? I have just the sport for a tough-talking brat like you. Sky-diving . . . without a parachute!" The sound of the plasma cannon powering up was heard. "Take that!"

Ben and Summer realized what was going to happen, a second after they saw it. By then, it was too late, but even so, Summer yelled, "Duck!"

That saved their lives, practically, but they still got hit a little bit on the top, so the Staraptor weren't affected. They got pushed off, and were falling into the open sea.

When the air cleared up, the blonde haired man said, "That's how you take care of two Rangers. Good riddance to both of 'em."

"You showed them, leader!" the man said.

"That was excellent firing!"

While the two goons were praising the shot their leader made, Ben and Summer were hurtling through the clouds, the wind blowing in their faces.

"Summer!" Ben yelled over to her. "Put your goggles on and get out the Aqua-Lungs!"

"One step ahead of ya there, Ben!"

The two Rangers braced themselves for impact, and they both landed (painfully) into the sea. They checked to make sure nothing was broken, and then looked around.

"Voice Nav.," Ben said, looking at his Capture Styler. His voice was harder to hear, since they were in water, but it was easy to distinguish what he was saying. "Location?"

Before it could reply, Summer's own Voice Nav. said, "The Capture Styler has come off! Urgent! Reattach the Capture Styler! The Capture Styler has come off! Urgent! Reattach the Capt . . . ure . . . Sty . . . . ler . . . "

Summer's eyes widened, and said, "Ben! Help me look around, and don't just stan . . . swim there, floating like a Magikarp!"

They both dived a bit deeper, looking around to see anything that looked familiar.

"There!" Ben yelled suddenly. Summer looked at the direction he was pointing at, and saw her Styler was sinking down, lower and lower.

"Yes!" she yelled as she swam down. "Thank Arceus for this! Prof. Hastings might've killed me if I . . . " She trailed off, because when she got to where her Styler was, a Mantyke had taken it.

"No!" she yelled despairingly. She turned towards Ben.

"Come on! You're gonna help me capture that Mantyke!"

"Er, right!"

In about two minutes, Summer and Ben had successfully caught up with they speedy Mantyke, and it dropped the Styler onto a slab of concrete. It then swam away, and Summer swam down and reattached her Styler.

"Yes!" she said triumphantly. "My Styler's back!"

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not," Ben said mockingly. "I mean, you really shouldn't have lost it in the first place . . ."

"Puh-lease! Remember the time in Ranger school, you spilled juice over your school styler? You had to wait for five days for a new one, which meant you couldn't practice any captures like the rest of us! Or target clears!"

Ben blushed a bit at the reminder, but then quickly replied, "Yeah? Well what about you? You're the one who panicked at the sight of a Ghastly!"

"Ghost Pokémon are freaky!" she said defensively, while blushing a bit at the memory. It took days for it to die down, since she was the tomboy tough girl of the school. "I mean, they're cool, but when they just . . . pop up like that outta nowhere—"

Their banter could've gone on all day, but Ben's Voice Nav. cut in.

"Danger! Danger! Massive object approaching!"

"Danger! Danger!" Summer's own Voice Nav. chimed in. "Extremely strong current! The current i . . s . . . . zzz zzz zzz . . . "

Her Voice Nav. broke down, and Ben's did too.

"Well that's just perfect, isn't it?" he said, throwing his hands up (if he could underwater). "What were they talking about?"

Ben had turned away from Summer, so he was surprised to turn back around to her shocked expression.

"Um, Summer?" he said warily, all trace of playfulness gone. "What's wrong?"

"No time! Run! Er—swim!" she yelled, waterlogged. She swam in the opposite direction, sweatdropping, while leaving a puzzled Ben.

"Huh? What's wrong . . ." He trailed off because he too, saw what was heading their direction.

"Holy Arceus!" he yelled in shock, swimming away as well. Too late. Ben got caught in current the large ship was creating, and Summer had made the mistake of looking back.

"Ben!" she yelled. Unfortunately, she stopped swimming as well, so when she realized had stopped at all, it was too late, and she got caught as well. She fell back.

Above land, on the top of said ship

"Attention Z.Z. Flyer Squad! Our target is Dolce Island! Commence attack now!" A bunch of men and women riding more scooter things came out, and the one in front, presumably the one in charge, started talking.

"Alright Pinchers, let's go! Dolce Island is uninhabited. We can do whatever we want, and no one's here to see!" He then flew off, his team following behind him.

Dolce Island

A bunch of pokémon, Pichu, Bulbasour, Sunkern, and Marill were happily listening to one particular Pichu in the middle, playing the ukulele. It was nice and peaceful, until the Pichu saw something . . . the pinchers, as the leader called them. He warned the other Pokémon, and they all went into hiding.

Three pinchers showed up in that same spot. One said, "You two, split up! Capture them!"

"Roger!"

Then immediately, all the pinchers used some sort of controller in their gloves. They gave off a purplish circle thing. One pincher (possibly the leader again) was saying, "Still, it's amazing that in such a short time, we were able to pinch this many Pokémon. It's all thanks to these new Control gauntlets they gave us. We couldn't find the Pokémon we were looking for. But that also means that Pokémon isn't here, which is valuable information, too. Let's return to base and have our leader tell us what a good job we've done! Z.Z. Flyer Squad, retreat!"

Then they all flew off with all the Pokémon, except for the one Pichu with the ukulele, who was staring at those people flying off with it's friends.

Yes, yes, I know the last part after the words "She fell back" were the exact same as the other one, but there really is nothing to change on that part, since it has nothing to do with our two favorite Rangers here. Well, thanks for reading, and unfortunately I'm one of those updaters who take a while, sadly. I'll try my best (you know, reviews help a LOT). Sorry if this sucks, I was in a bit of a hurry. Thanks for reading, and I'll try to update ASAP!