Note: Hi, This Is My First Story Up On The Site. Special Thanks To My Beta Reader Kai21!! I Don't Own Pokemon, Unfortunatly...
The boy slowly stirred. Opening his eyes, the 14 year old suddenly remembered what day it was. Today was the day he'd been waiting for all his life.
"Crimson!" his mother called from downstairs, "Get up dear! Today's the day!"
Excited, he jumped out of his bed, and grabbed fresh clothes from his drawers. After he had a quick shower, Crimson ran down the stairs now wearing black jeans, a purple T-Shirt, and his favourite black jumper. He treasured it because it was a gift from his father the last time he'd come home. His father's group's logo was emblazoned on the back. Nearly all the time, his father was away on some site, digging up the mysteries of the past. But today, what mattered was him and the adventure he was about to go on. His mother was awaiting him at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey slow down!" she scolded him, "I know you're excited, but if you carry on like that you might kill yourself before you get to Professor Fern's lab."
He smiled sheepishly at her, "Sorry mum."
She sighed, "Go have your breakfast, then you can go."
After a hurried breakfast, Crimson ran into the hall, and grabbed his trainers and the rucksack he'd packed the night before.
"I'm going now!" he yelled to his mom in the kitchen.
She appeared in the doorway to the hall, "How quickly you've grown. It seems only yesterday you were so small that I could hold you in my arms."
"Mom," he said, embarrassed, "There's no need to get so upset. I'm only doing what every other boy my age dreams of."
She regained her composure, and smiled, "I know. But hey, look on the bright side, at least I'll be able to throw all your junk out now."
"Hey! That's my junk!" She walked over to him, and hugged him.
"Be safe," she told him. He nodded, and turned away from her.
"Bye." She stood there until the door closed. Hopefully, Crimson would come home more than his father did.
The excitement Crimson had felt earlier was back, as he half-ran, half-walked towards Professor Fern's lab. For the last few months, he'd thought over which of the Pokemon he'd pick. All he knew was that he faced the choice everyone else did, Water, Fire or Grass. He'd carefully thought about it, and came to his decision. Soon, the lab building came into sight and Crimson ran the last few meters. He stopped before the door, hesitating slightly. What if his Pokemon didn't like him? Slowly he remastered his courage and tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"What?!" he exclaimed, "How can she not be here? She told me to be here!"
He felt angry now. He knew this Professor was a bit of a recluse, but this was a bit ridiculous. He started looking for another way into the lab. No-one had seen the professor for a few years now, and he'd heard a few rumours about her from the townsfolk. Nothing bad, but it made him want to just get in, grab his Pokemon then get out. Which was exactly what he was now planning to do. Walking around the side of the building, he came to a window. Peering inside, he saw the layout of the lab. The were a few tall book cases coming length ways of the wall where the window was, a computer was sitting on a desk opposite the window, but he couldn't see where the table with the Pokeballs was. He couldn't see anyone around.
"Okay," he said to himself, "Just go in, grab the pokeball and go"
Suddenly, glass littered the floor, and the 14 year old hoisted himself into the lab. Crimson slowly tip-toed to the edge of the left-hand bookcase, and peered around it. The objects he saught were on a small table, at the back of the room.
"Who the hell are you?" a woman's voice demanded.
Crimson turned quickly to see who'd caught him. She was an attractive woman, with shoulder length black hair and crystal blue eyes. When he didn't respond, she threw out a pokeball,
"Go, Growlethe," the dog-pokemon appeared in a flash of white light.
Crimson froze in fear.
"Growlethe, use roar"
The noise was so loud, Crimson fell to his knees and covered his ears with his hands.
"Stop!" he yelled.
The Pokemon stopped, and its trainer spoke again, "I'll ask you again kid, who are you"
He looked up at her, "My-my name is Crimson Roddenberry, I-I came to see Professor Fern"
She reached for her pokeball and said, "Growlethe, return"
The woman looked between her 'guest' and her window.
"So you saw fit to break in?" she fumed, "the door may be locked, but there is such a thing as a doorbell"
Crimson's face turned red with embaressment.
"Luckily, the Professor won't be to annoyed about her window," she said.
Crimson stood up, "How do you know"
She smiled at him, "Because I'm Professor Fern"
"You're Professor Fern?!" he asked. He'd thought that the professor would be a lot older, but she only appeared to be in her twenties.
"Of course," she replied, as she picked two pokeballs from her pocket.
She laughed when she saw the look of terror on Crimson's face, "Oh, don't worry. My Pokemon are done with you. for now."
She threw the pokeballs, and a Pidgey and her Growlethe appeared.
"Could you two fix that please"
Both nodded, and Pidgey kicked up a sandstorm and Growlethe used ember to heat up the sand. Soon, the window was looking as good as new. The Professor said her thanks as the Pokemon returned to their pokeballs.
"So can I have it?" Crimson asked.
"Have what?" Professor Fern pondered, "Oh it is that time already"
"Well yeah, I'd like to get my starter pokemon"
Professor Fern turned to the pokeballs on the tabe and indicated for Crimson to step forward.
"Take which ever one you would like," The professor said as she moved to allow Crimson access to the pokeballs.
"Errm," asked Crimson hesitantly, "Could you tell me which one is which."
"Well there's either Chikorita or Totadile," replied Professor Fern with a grin on her face.
Crimson stood there for a minute thinking about the choice and then it dawned on him, "What about Cyndaquil?"
"Awh I'm afraid that a young boy yesterday came insisting that I give him a pokemon a day before the official day, he was quite persistant. So I allowed him to take one"
"Oh okay, I'll take..."
Before Crimson could continue the videophone screen came on, a young girl with lagoon-blue hair, wearing a pale yellow dress apeared upon the screen, she looked quite friendly.
"Urrrm, Professor, is this the right day?" The girl asked timidly.
"It is indeed, what pokemon would you like Rose"
"Oh is there someone already there?" Rose asked. "Well I'll have whatever pokemon that's left"
"Sure, I'll send someone over later"
"Thank you," Rose replied as the videophone went off.
The professor turned to Crimson who looked very bored, and went over to tap him on the shoulder..
"Waaa!?" exclaimed Crimson.
"I thought you'd come here to pick your started not catch up on some 'Z''s!" Shouted the professor.
"Sorry," replied Crimson ashamed. "I'll pick Chikorita"
Crimson picked up the ball, and out came his Chikorita, as the pokemon appeared, Crimson gasped, it was magical.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Crimson inquired.
"It's a girl"
"Ahh, okay," turning to his new pokemon. "You shall be called Flori"
Flori took a running jump and leaped up into Crimson's arms, where Crimson embraced her.
"Awhh, I see you're getting on." Professor Fern said endearingly. "Well seeing that you chose Chikorita, Rose can have Totodile"
"Sure"
"It's funny really, Rose lives on Avat Island, and that's where water pokemon are drawn to," laughed Professor Fern. "Crimson do you think you could do me a job?"
"You want me to take Rose her pokemon?"
"Well yes, if it's no trouble," replied Professor Fern.
"Okay, well take the pokeball and," she went to her desk, threw some electical stuff on the floor. "Aha, here it is!"
Professor Fern passed a credit card sized piece of cardboard, on it was written the words "S.S Liberty."
"You're giving me this?! But these are only for researchers, and they're darn expensive"
"Money is just nylon with ink on it," replied Professor Fern bluntly. "Now Go, before I get Growlethe on you again!"
Note: I Like Star Trek Hence Crimson's Last Name: Roddenberry!! XP