Hey, guys! Sorry about the fact that I STILL haven't finished my main stories about the new adventures of the Code Lyoko crew, but they're getting there. I didn't want to show the others until I was finished with the first one (Return to the Past), but then I thought, Eh, to heck with it, I'll publish them anyway. So, here's the seventh story in my series. I hope you enjoy and wait for me to finish the rest.

Disclaimer: If I owned Code Lyoko or Pokémon, you would be watching this, not reading this. Sadly, I don't, so there.

Chapter I: Jeremy - A New Journey Begins

At first glance all I could see was the twin peaks of Mt. Coronet, the highest mountain in the Japanese region of Sinnoh, much like the fictional Mt. Pire in C.S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia. But when the ferry got closer I could see a vast expanse of forest and stone everywhere, and ice on all the mountains, except for Mt. Coronet, which was rather strange. I don't normally see scenery like this when I'm on the job, so it was a nice change of pace.

By the way, my job, in case you were wondering, is being a member of the National Guard of France, also known as the Gendarme Nationalé. My name is Jeremy Belpois, but you would know me more from my adventures in a digital world known as Lyoko. I didn't go there myself per se; I was the one who sent my friends into that world to stop a demonic Artificial Intelligence called XANA from destroying mankind. But if you've been reading my more recent adventures, you will no doubt know that I am also a special captain in my country's secret police force, which has been around since World War II. But now I got three months off since I saved the world five times in succession in less than that time, so I decided to take a trip to one of the enigmatic regions of Japan that is home to a mysterious breed of creatures that are not normally seen in my neck of the woods, to borrow the old saying, yet are heard of countless times over.

Soon, the ferry docked in a place called Sangem Town. After I departed, I went in search of a man my father had known as Professor Rowan. Dad said that he would be able to give me some insight on what I would meet in this place and also that he had sent a present for me to the professor. The streets were not very crowded, and there were almost no cars or vehicles of any kind to be seen. Suddenly, a small, pale blue doglike animal jumped out from a nearby bush and when it saw me, it stopped long enough for me to see it for what it was: the kind of creature that I had heard so much about – a Pokémon. Then it ran straight at me with suprising speed. But before I could do anything, it jumped into my arms and a voice shouted:

"Help me!"

It took me two seconds to realize that not only did the voice come from the Pokémon, but also to see what it needed help from. A crow-like bird Pokémon flew out from a tree near the bush, followed by a brown-haired, green-eyed man in a black shirt with a bright red R on it. At first I thought that this guy was just trying to catch this Pokémon like Pokémon Trainers normally do, but then something in me felt that he wasn't, at least not in the right way. I soon realized just who he was, but I kept my thoughts to myself.

"You're in my way, you brat," the man growled. "Get back. That Riolu belongs to me."

"Riolu?" I asked.

"That creature that ran into you and is now holding onto you for dear life," he responded. "Haven't you ever seen a Pokémon before?"

"Not in person, no," I answered, reluctantly.

The man let out a short, unbelieving laugh, and said, "Well, you're really not from around here, are you?"

"No," I stated.

"Well," he retorted, "you will do well to remember these names: My name, Frank James, and my partner, Murkrow."

"Krow!" the Pokémon cawed.

It was then that a thought occurred to me. I asked,

"Where's your Poké Ball?"

The man's brow furrowed.

"If this Pokémon is yours," I asked, "or if you're going to catch it, don't you need to have a Poké Ball?"

The man hastily reached into his pocket and produced a small red-and-white sphere with a button in the middle and said,

"It's right here, smart aleck. I told you it's mine."

"If it is yours," I continued, "then why are you attacking it?"

The man stopped for a second, then smiled, saying,

"You're really no ordinary kid, are you?"

With that, I reached into my pocket, and flashed a very important bright gold object: my Police badge.

"You can't fool a National Gendarme like me…you Team Rocket slime ball."

"Your guys are crazy letting a kid like you be a cop," Frank snorted. "But it won't save you from this. Murkrow, Sky Attack, now!"

His Pokémon started glowing white and flew straight at the Riolu and me. I was about to dodge, but I needn't have bothered because, at that moment, a streak of lightning shot out from the same bush and hit the Murkrow with amazing accuracy. A few seconds later, another Pokémon leapt out of the bush and stood between the Team Rocket agent and me. It was almost the same size as the Riolu, but it was a sort of gold-like yellow, and it looked like a fox with a brown colored breastplate that I knew was part of its body.

"An…Abra?" I asked, knowing what Pokémon it was. Noticing its hands were crackling with static, I realized that the Abra was responsible for the electric attack that nailed Frank's Murkrow.

"Abra?" the Pokémon said.

Just then, the Riolu, which had up until now been hiding behind me, came out and said,

"I'm okay. Thanks for the Shock Wave."

At first I didn't get what happened, and then it dawned on me: somehow, the talking Riolu interpreted what the Abra had said in the Pokémon language! I immediately blurted out the first thing that came in my mind,

"You can talk?"

The Pokémon looked at me for the first time. "Well, my lips are moving and words are coming out, so yes, I can talk."

"And you just heard what that Abra said and translated it into human English, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Wow," I said, "that is truly amazing. I never heard of a Pokémon that could do that."

"We aren't really that common," it spoke back. "Not all of my species can speak like me, but I trained myself for the sole purpose of forging better communication skills with humans like you."

"Excuse me for interrupting you," Frank growled, "but that Pokémon is going to come with me whether you or it wants to or not, so get out of my way, or you'll regret it."

"Abra ab!" the Abra shouted back.

"Ouch." The Riolu said, which meant that the Abra said something probably very nasty. Then the Abra turned to me and gave a nod. Surprisingly, its eyes were not closed as was normal for an Abra, but they were open and firmly fixed on the Murkrow and its owner.

"He says that he will fight with you to stop that man," the Riolu said.

"How do you know?" I asked. "It just nodded its head."

"He told me telepathically," it answered. "It's a Psychic Pokémon, who by the way is a male. He said to me, 'There's not much time. I know Shock Wave, Teleport, and Focus Punch. Tell the human this because he is to command me. Once I have subdued the Murkrow, both of you run to the Pokémon Center and don't try to help me.'"

I got up and said, " Tell the Abra I'll fight with him, but I won't abandon anyone to the likes of this…twisted person."

I needn't have told Riolu to say it because I could sense that the Abra understood, given that it gave a slight grin. I took a deep breath, and for a second I felt excited. I was about to have my very first Pokémon Battle, and for the sake of my newfound friend, I was determined to win.

"Abra, use your Shock Wave!"

Once again, the Pokémon's hands started sparking and then it shot a lightning bolt straight at the bird Pokémon. I knew my Pokémon moves well enough to know that Shock Wave was one of the never-miss moves, guaranteed to strike the target, unless it was underground, high in the air, or deep underwater. Sure enough, it scored a direct hit to the Murkrow, hitting it beak first, but it wasn't down yet.

"I'm not holding anything back just because you're new at battling, kid." Frank shouted. "Murkrow, Faint Attack!"

I gulped. There were three kinds of bad news about this order. One was that Faint Attack is, like Shock Wave, another never-miss move. The other, which was worse, was that Faint Attack is a Dark-Type attack, which is very effective against a Psychic-Type Pokémon like Abra. Finally, Abra is not known as a sturdy creature, or one with good endurance, especially against physical attacks like what was about to befall him. But as the Murkrow started glowing a dark shade of violet, neither Abra nor I could do anything as the bird made a crushing impact with the Pokémon, which sent it flying backwards and into the dirt.

"No!" I shouted, and rushed to help it.

"That looked like it hurt," Frank grinned evilly. "That just goes to show that Type advantages are the most important part of any battle. Nothing else matters, even if it knew a move that would deal substantial damage, it still can't deny its Type. Now if you want to save that thing from further torment, I suggest you hand over that Riolu before more…unpleasant things happen to you or it."

Just then, another streak of lightning shot out from my side and struck the Murkrow, causing it this time to fall to the ground. At first I thought that it came from the Abra, but then I saw that the Riolu's hands were crackling with static.

"Can you use Shock Wave, too?" I asked.

"I am capable of using it, but I don't know how," it answered. "I used a move called Copycat, which lets be mimic the last move executed. In this case, the last move was used by that Abra." Riolu then reached into a gunnysack that was slung onto his back, and dug out what looked like an orange spray bottle with a Pokémon logo on each side.

"That's a Super Potion, right?" I asked. "You know how to use it?"

"It's not that complicated," he answered, "but yes, most Pokémon don't know how to use manmade items like this." With that he aimed at a bruise on the Abra's left arm, and in seconds, it vanished. Abra winced a bit, no doubt from the slight sting of the medicine, but he looked like he felt much better afterwards.

"How did you get them?"

"Simple," he said. "I bought them with money I saved up helping people. You'd be surprise the kind of work a talking Pokémon gets offered."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, but I shook off the thought because at that moment, inspiration struck me as hard as that Shock Wave struck Murkrow, which was the inspiration itself.

"I have an idea," I told Riolu and Abra, "but I'll need both of you to make it work."

They both nodded and I whispered something in their ears, and the Riolu said,

"Wow, that's genius!"

"I can be like that," I grinned.

"Enough of this!" Frank yelled. "Murkrow, Finish them all off with a Giga Impact!"

"Giga Impact?" I gasped, because I, unfortunately, knew that move all too well. The Pokémon gathered itself in a bright purple aura, which swirled around it with yellow streaks here and there and charged at us with high velocity and power. Fortunately, I also knew that it wasn't a never-miss move, so the Pokémon and I quickly dodged just before the Murkrow crashed into a nearby tree. The aftershock of not being able to move enabled the three of us to put our plan into motion.

"Abra, use Shock Wave! Riolu, use Copycat!"

Instantly both Pokémon's arms started crackling, and twin bolts shot out from their arms directly at the Murkrow with tremendous power. The Murkrow flew from the tree, and then collapsed onto the ground, effectively knocked out.

"All right! We did it!" I shouted. The Pokémon started jumping up and down and gave each other a high five.

"Thanks for the help, uh…" the Riolu started, but paused for lack of a certain piece of knowledge. I smiled to show it was no problem.

"I'm Jeremy," I said.

Just then, I noticed Frank use the Poké Ball he showed me earlier to retrieve his Murkrow, with a ray of red light enveloping it, and then disappearing into the sphere.

"So it was that Murkrow's Poké Ball." I stated.

"Good eye," he grumbled, "but it wont save you from this!"

With that, he reached for his belt and pulled out another Poké Ball, which he tossed into the air, and opened up to reveal what appeared to be a large brown Pokémon with a long nose, almost like a stick, and a mop of what looked like white hair, gold eyes, and what appeared to be leaves where its hands would be.

"Oh no," the Riolu gasped, "a Shiftry!"

"Shiftry?" I asked.

"A very strong Dark and Grass-Type."

"Dark and Grass? It's more than one Type?"

"Of course, stupid," Frank shot back. "But it's not just a very strong Dark and Grass-Type. It's a very strong Dark and Grass-Type with equally powerful Psychic and Flying-Type moves! They'll knock you all out faster than you can think!"

I braced for the attack, but then a loud siren sounded from a few yards away, and got steadily louder. A minute later, we saw the source of the noise: a Police cycle emerged onto the scene with an amber-eyed, sea-green haired female officer driving it. Frank scowled for a moment, and then flashed a sneer.

"Well, I guess this is where this Team Rocket agent blasts off," Frank snickered while recalling his Pokémon. "But know this: it won't be long until we meet again, and you'd best be ready when we do."

With that, he dashed off into the foliage just as the officer stopped next to me. She noticed the criminal fleeing, but didn't pursue him, and turned to me.

"You all right there, son?"

"I'm fine," I answered, "but I'm more worried about these Pokémon." I motioned to the now semi-unconscious forms next to me. "They got roughed up by that guy's Murkrow and I have to get them help, especially for this Riolu."

"Well, you won't have to worry about that," the officer said, "because I'll get you to the Pokémon Center in no time."

"Thanks a lot, Officer…" I started.

"Jenny," she finished for me.

"Officer Jenny," I repeated, "but I need to get to Professor Rowan's afterwards."

"Tell you what," she responded, "I'll take you to the Professor's instead, since he has the medical equipment Pokémon Centers have there."

"He does?" I asked.

"He has to," she answered, "so that he and his assistants can be prepared in case of an emergency."

"That does make sense," I agreed. "Okay, let's go."

(-o-)

The professor's laboratory, which was in the center of town, was indeed well stocked with supplies for helping Pokémon, as well as having the recovery machines that the Pokémon Centers do, but only smaller. Rowan himself did not otherwise look very old, aside from his white hair, gray eyes, and bushy white moustache, but I could tell just by looking at him that he was very well experienced with Pokémon. As soon as we got there, the officer left and the Professor hooked the Pokémon up to a healing machine I the other room and turned to me.

"You say this Riolu jumped out of a bush and ran into you for cover?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I answered, "he cried out 'help me!' at the top of his lungs and ran behind me just before that Frank guy showed up."

"You mean that he spoke to you?" he asked surprised. His assistants looked the same as well.

"I don't know how it did that either," I answered, "but it did."

Rowan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Telepathically?"

"No," I said, "because his mouth was moving."

"Hmm… What about this Abra?"

I looked at it from the protective Plexiglas window. "He didn't talk, but the Riolu told me what he said."

"Interesting." the professor said silently. "See if you can get it to talk to you. Maybe it sensed something about you that makes him feel secure around you."

"Okay," I nodded. I opened the door and sat down next to the Riolu. His eyes were closed but he was sitting upright.

"You okay?" I asked him.

His eyes opened and he turned at me. "I am now, thanks to you. You have my sincere gratitude."

"So you really can talk." I observed.

"Yes," he answered. "We already know how you speak, but my family has always trained one of us learn to speak the human language for reasons I previously explained."

"What about that Abra?" I asked. "Do you know him?"

"No, never met him," he answered. "He just showed up like he knew we needed help right then."

I turned to the Abra, who just got up. "Well, either way, thank you, Abra. Without your Shock Wave we never would have stood a chance."

Abra smiled and gave what looked like a thumbs up. After that, Riolu said,

"You know, I was sent to this town to find the Professor so I could find a human partner when that man ambushed me."

"Have you found one yet?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Just now."

"Me?"

"If you and the professor approve, then yes." Riolu answered.

Just then, Professor Rowan came in with a package.

"You said you were Jeremy, correct?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Your father told me to give this to you when you got here." He handed me the package, which I opened on the bed. It contained a red handheld device, with six familiar spherical objects.

"He thought that you would need some kind of present for your vacation, and in this place, what better gift than the tools of a Trainer? So he got you a new Sinnoh-style Pokédex and six Poké Balls for your new journey here."

I chuckled. "This is interesting, professor. These guys wanted to come with me on my tour of this country just before you came in." I motioned to Riolu and Abra.

"Really?" he asked, surprised. "They want to be your first Pokémon?"

"If it was okay with you, then yeah." I answered.

"Well, I do not object if you don't." he stated.

"Then that settles it," I said to the Pokémon. "From now on, we're partners."

They nodded enthusiastically as I reached for two of the Poké Balls and tapped each one to both of their heads gently to open the capsules, capture the Pokémon, and register them as my new friends. The button made a whirring noise and flashed red three times before a deep "dong" rang out, signifying that they were caught. However, as soon as that happened, I decided to let them out, because it felt more comfortable that way for me.

"Ready to hit the road, guys?"

"Yup!" Riolu answered.

"Before we do though, what should I call you?" I asked. "I mean, you know my name, but me calling you just Riolu and Abra seems kinda…informal."

"Well, he told me that he doesn't have a name," Riolu answered. "But you can call me Judah."

"Cool," I answered. "Well, Abra, how about I call you…Marvin?"

The Abra nodded fervently, so I guess the naming was a success.

With that, the professor gave me a quick nod, I snatched up my new Pokédex, and Judah, Marvin, and I ran out of the lab doors and into the world of Pokémon, ready for action, adventure, and exploration.

A new jorney begins for our hero, Jeremy! What new adventures await him and his new friends? Stay tuned and find out!

(Couldn't resist the old narrator thing...)