By: Pro_V of Pokemon: The Hokubu & Nanka Trek
What happens when Eevy and crew hit the shores of the United States?
A/N: This is not a "What if…?" fic. This is to be held to the story, even if it seems kind of…Different.
Part One: Why does nothing ever go the way it's planned…?
A black-haired, brown-eyed boy just about entering his late teens watched the trees zip past the back window of the bright yellow taxi he sat in. Chin in hand and elbow on the very edge of the rickety glass barrier, he was partially mesmerized by the blurred environment. He snapped quickly out of his trance when the car took a hard left down Lotus Lane. The taxi stopped and the driver turned around. Blurting a somewhat steep price, he accepted his payment. Loathing there was no tip, he sped off after the passenger had summoned a Pokemon to his shoulder and struggled, full of cramps, out the door.
While rubbing his sore back, the formerly taxied Pokemon trainer stumbled down the driveway and up the porch steps. Pulling the screen door open, he wandered into the screened porch and around the chairs and table. He straightened his shirt, cleared his throat, and knocked loudly. While awaiting an answer from inside, he fixed his Electric Rodent's fur, as well as his own tangled web of hair.
The door cracked open, then was jerked wide, "Well, hello!" the mother of the house smiled brightly, "I remember you, don't I? Ketchum! Ashura Ketchum!"
"Yeah. That's me," Ash caught his eyes before they rolled at the use of his full name, "I was told-"
"Yes. Around the back," she grinned mischievously while pointing around the side of the house, "Behave yourself."
"Ugh…" he grumbled after thanking her, waving, and exiting the front porch, "Why does everyone tease me? Even Misty."
He rounded the corner expecting to see the object of his search in the back yard, but saw only three Pokemon; a Flareon, a Vaporeon, and an Espeon. He crossed his arms and Pikachu "Pika-ed" away on his shoulder, also puzzled. A sudden buzzing sound from his side scared him senseless. All he could think was "Beedrill swarm!" but nothing came; just a slight pause before a clank, a clunk, and the buzzing again. No stingers, no wings; just a rivet gun going in the garage beside him.
Now knowing someone was in there, he made certain Pikachu was again steady on his shoulder and started over. As he approached, the smell of oil and new tires nearly gagged him. He snuffed and wandered in, finding a navy blue Dodge Viper with two bright yellow racing striped up the hood, over the roof, and down the trunk. It was up ever so much on a lift and someone was under it. Baggy, worn out jeans and dirty, well-used yellow and white sneakers were all he could see of whoever was under there. An arm reached out, searching for something. He now saw the frayed yellow wrist and slightly bleach-blotched blue arm of a familiar, now grungy but once bright, yellow and light blue shirt. The hand fumbled for a wrench and he carefully kicked it over. The arm disappeared again, carrying the tool the mechanic thought was found without assistance.
Again the arm came out, this time just touching the light beside it. Fingers stretched to reach, but it was just a tad too far off. Pikachu bounced off and grabbed the light, hopping over.
"Pika-pika," he called, pushing it over.
A muffled laugh came before the hand pulled the light up, dropped it, and reached back out, patting Pikachu's head and scratching his ear. It then dug into the pant's pocket, extracting a gem in Pikachu's eyes; a McDonalds' ketchup packet. Pikachu cheered and accepted it gleefully, scampering off to sit outside the garage door and enjoy his treasure.
"Heh…That Pikachu and his ketchup…" Ash shook his head, "So, Morty, where's your sister? Everybody at Rainbow Metro said she was here, but I didn't know you were too," he paused as the mechanic started sliding out from beneath the car, "I saw some of the Ovos out back and-Woah!"
His eyes nearly fell from his head as a very female figure emerged from the car, back on a board with mix-matched wheels. There, staring up at him, in Morty's clothes, was the very person he was looking for. Eevy ran the back of her hand under her eyes, smearing a black line across her face. Her normally perfect complexion was soiled with car-stuffs and her hair was pulled back with one of the Ecruteak City Gym Leader's famous headbands. Had she been goldish-blond, she would have made a fabulous twin for her brother.
"Hi," she smirked, brushing off as she hopped to a stand, "You were looking for me?"
"Uh…Y-Yeah…" he tilted an eyebrow, "What…? Where…? Why…? When…?"
"I was checking some things. I've had it since I was seventeen. I changed into some of my brother's old stuff to work," she answered all of the questions he had before he was even able to successfully get the first one out.
"Yep…" he shook himself straight, "It's just…I never expected to find you under a car."
"Things aren't always what they seem," she popped her knuckles, "Once I finish under there, I have to finish rotating the tires, then check the spark plugs and the transmission, and get a new battery."
"You lost me on everything but spark," he sniggered, "I'm totally car-illiterate. And I only get the whole spark bit from so many years with Pikachu."
"Pika! Chu! Pikapi!"
She shook her head, "I'm just checking to see if it's still drive-ready. It's been sitting in here since before I left for my Pokemon training," she turned and whistled over her shoulder, "Just have to get the team together."
Lovo pranced around the front of the car, a red and white bandana holding his jagged fur back as he carted a wrench around in his mouth. Yovo, with an ice blue bandana around his neck, crawled out the front driver's side window and jumped down, bringing with him an expired scented dream catcher that had been hanging on the rear-view mirror. Eevy smiled at them and patted their heads.
"They were helping you?" Ash questioned, hearing Pikachu wailing that he'd devoured every drop of his precious ketchup already.
"Of course. These two can even drive," Eevy grinned, "Yovo minds the gas and breaks and Lovo minds the wheel and shifts gears."
"Wow," he gaped, "That's gotta be some sight."
"You better believe it. It's not every day you see a Jolteon and an Umbreon driving a Viper," she waved for him to follow as she started toward the house, "Come on. Let me get cleaned up, then we can grab some stuff. Say some sandwiches and lemonade…And a car battery and license plates. My treat."
"Cheap shot."
*^~^**^~^*
Ash stood blankly behind Eevy as she attached the license plates to the car. (FYI-License: OVO BOYS.) She'd already put the new battery in, changed the registration, rotated the tires, and done something under the hood and had stumped him just with that. She brushed her knees off while standing straight and placed her hands at her hips.
"Finally," she breathed, almost dreamily, "I can drive it again. Get in."
"Heh?" Ash's head fell to the side.
"Pika?" Pikachu mimicked his master.
"I thought it was self-explanatory," she shrugged, pulling the driver's door open, "Get in the car."
"Uh…OK?" he inched forward, having never seen Eevy drive.
He studied and surveyed the car slightly while moving around to the passengers' side. He peeked in the windows and noticed the inside had been polished and the outside washed. She'd obviously been planning on driving it for a long time and had probably come home just to get it. He looked in on the floor in the back seat and saw the piece under the seat was pulled off with something laid out in the open hatch. Whatever it was, it was long and odd-shaped, wrapped in black cloth. As he stood there staring at it, Eevy noticed him staring. Almost frantically, she reached back and shoved the black package back into the compartment and slammed it shut again. That almost looked like a…
"Shotgun?"
"What?!" he snapped to attention, as did Pikachu.
"Are you riding shotgun?" Eevy asked, sweatdropping slightly.
"Oh…Oh! I don't know," he swallowed, musing, "What was that under the seat?" he then woke up, "I'll take either."
"Why don't you put Pikachu in the back then and sit up here?" she suggested while buckling up, "Better view and I'll give Pikachu some ketchup as long as he promises not to get it on the car."
"Pika-chu!" Pikachu jumped off Ash's shoulder, lunged in the window, box-vaulted the median between the two front seats, and landed securely on the center back seat, buckling quickly with a shrill, "Pika!" of pleasure.
"Here," she pulled three more packs of ketchup out of her pocket and tossed them back at him.
Ash pulled the door open as Pikachu screeched away about his treasure, "How long has it been since you last drove? Any car, that is?"
"Not long," she shrugged, turning the key and pausing to hear the hum of the engine, "Beautiful…Oh! About a week or so, I suppose. I drive Will's Mustang all the time."
"Will has a Mustang?" Ash choked temporarily.
"Yeah. Crimson with violet flames on the hood," she smirked, "And Lance has a Mako Vet. Jason has a forest green Dodge Intrepid and Medira has a Pontiac Firebird that fades from black to red. Luri has a turquoise Honda Prelude with blue sheen. Lovely, ne?"
"Heh…Yeah," she shrunk back in the seat slightly.
"Buckled back there, my little Pikamigo?" she moved the rear-view mirror to look back at Pikachu, "Yeah? OK. How about you?" she looked over at Ash's seat belt, checking it to ensure it was perfectly secure, "OK. Then we're out of here."
She carefully adjusted the mirrors, checked the gas gauge, popped her knuckles, and shifted into reverse. She backed slowly, as there were some miscellaneous objects aside the door, but once she was out…She whipped the wheel to the left, whirling the car around, then slammed it into drive, rolling forward with Ash screaming bloody murder and Pikachu cheering to go faster. Her passenger nearly wailed as his Pokemon cried happily in the back. She floored the gas completely and barreled around the house. Her mother peeked out the door and grinned, as did her father, as they could hear her laughing over the engine roaring and the squeal of her tires on the driveway. She smashed the breaks and jerked the car to a complete halt beside the front porch. She whistled and Sovo, Novo, and Zovo scampered around from the back to be recalled. Vovo dashed out of the house and hopped in Eevy's window, settling himself beside Pikachu and buckling up. Eevy glanced over at Ash, who had pressed himself back in the chair.
"Hey…You OK?" she questioned with a wide smile.
"What…Are…You doing?" he choked, looking at her shakily.
"Hehe…Driving!" she shrieked and punched the gas again.
Ash screamed again as Eevy laughed like a maniac as she flew out onto the street. Taking a left turn three times as hard as the taxi had earlier, she plowed out onto Lotus Lane at full tilt. Ash, who had both eyes closed the entire time, opened one to look at Eevy. He gaped, as she had a smile plastered all the way across her face and her eyes were wide and bright. She was having a blast.
"Shouldn't you slow down?!" he half asked/half pleaded.
"Why?!" she replied quickly, smiling even wider.
"Can't you get in trouble?!" he cried as she thundered over a set of train tracks, "Woah-oh-oh!"
"Not likely!" she actually took a hand from the wheel and dug into her pocket, bringing out her wallet, "Evangelina Hikoboshi of the Rose Town PD!" she flashed a badge, "I went to college, you know!"
"What the heck was that?!" he temporarily forgot the fact they were careening down the road at two and a half times the speed limit.
She whirled the wheel to the left again and bashed to a halt in perfect align in the parking space at the park, "Wow…That brought back memories," she panted and looked down at her wallet, "Here? Want to test it out?" he pushed it into his face.
Sure enough; it was a legitimate badge, "Wha…Wha…What did I miss here?"
She unbuckled and got out, instructing Vovo and Pikachu to stay in the car, "You missed a lot in the twenty-one years before we met," she crossed her arms and leaned back on the car as he struggled out, "I went through school. I went to college. And joined the police force here. Mostly as a bounty hunter."
"Seriously?" he scratched the back of his head, "I mean…No kidding?"
"No. Eusine's dad, my uncle Eric, was part of the force here. Until he moved away, he was one of the most highly respected officers. Some-odd years later, I walked in, passed their training, and stuck it out for a year and a half. Hikoboshi is a very well-known name, even outside of Pokemon."
"A year and a half? What made you quit?"
"…Things came up…I had some stuff to take care of and life got away with me," she shrugged, looking up through the trees, "Sometimes…Sometimes…I miss those days."
"Not to cause a flashback, but that's kind of cool."
"Thank you," she smirked down at him, but the crunch of tires on rubble and movement on the street caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.
An old black car emblazoned with red slowly passed them by. The tinted windows prevented any vision from entering the car itself, but Eevy could tell there were three riders. She kept her sights trained on the car while standing straight, dropping her arms to her sides, and turning to the door. Ash looked frantically from her to the black car. Whoever was in there spotted her moving to get in and jerked the car forward a bit at a slightly faster speed before slowing again.
"Ash. Get in the car," Eevy murmured flatly, hardly allowing her mouth to move.
"Why? What? What's wrong?" he questioned quickly.
"Just get in the car," she demanded, jumping in and pulling to door closed, "Buckle up. Now," she waited and watched the black car suddenly fly forward with a tremendous burst of speed, "The past meets the present," she muttered, starting the engine and backing out quickly.
The black car rolled down the road, flying at five times the speed limit. Eevy barreled along after them, only slightly slower. She reached out and pulled a piece of the dashboard off, pulling out a radio as Ash had not been expecting. She pulled it to her mouth and pushed the gas a bit more.
"This is car 320 on Lotus Lane. Jenny, do you copy?" Ash stared at her as she spoke into the microphone.
"Car 320?" came a Jenny's voice, "Confirm you identity, now!"
"This is Evangelina Hikoboshi of the Town of Rose, back on the road again. I'm in a yellow and navy blue Dodge Viper with dings and dents like never before recorded. My car is banged and bumped, but as far as I'm concerned, that engine hums. Driven by an angel-girl, but the car itself is a devil's tool."
"Yep. You're Eva. Working again, I take it?"
"For a bit."
"What's your position?"
"I'm passing the intersection of Leaf Lane and Twine Avenue," she scratched her nose and grinned at Ash, "I'm in pursuit of a suspicious looking vehicle. A 1987 Lincoln Town Car. Jet-black with license Tentacool Ekans Alakazam Magikarp, stop, Rapidash. Tinted windows, bold red capital R hood ornament, red R's on each hubcap and backwards R's on each headlight. Jenny, do you copy?"
"I copy, 320. Jet-black 1987 Lincoln Town Car with license "Team R" and bold red capital R ornamentation. Now passing Leaf and Twine."
"Request for permission to proceed."
"Permission granted. Over," there was a slight click, "Attention all units. 320 back on the road. Now passing Leaf and Twine in pursuit of black 1987 Lincoln Town Car with license "Team R". I repeat: Now passing Leaf and Twine. Units, copy? Over."
"Roger that, Jenny. Car 210 approaching Twine, holding off for 320. Welcome back, 320. 210 over and out."
"Gotcha, Jenny. Car 430 watched 'er pass at Leaf, stayin' off 320. Glad to see ya' back on the road, 320. 430 over and out."
"All righty then, Jenny. 540 saw 'em barrel out a' 'da park on Lotus. Off 320's tail. Don't put da' gas through da' floor, 320. Heh…540 over and out."
"Thanks, guys. 320 over and out." Eevy hung the radio back up and gripped the wheel with both hands momentarily before reaching under her seat, pushing a few things away, and drawing out an orange light, "You're awfully quiet over there, Ash."
"Uh huh…" he nodded stiffly as she put the light on top the car through the window and turned it on, "How did they…"
"Know to stay off me?" Eevy smirked and bit her bottom lip a bit, "Because I'm 320."
She laid the gas pedal on the floor again and ripped forward. The Lincoln sped up as well, trying to lose her as best it could. Pikachu and Vovo were now silent, keeping it as quiet back there as they could to keep Eevy's mind on the road. Pikachu had the open end of a ketchup packet in his mouth, sucking on it every now and then while staring straight out the portion of the windshield he could see, and Vovo was clutching his tail in both front paws, fidgeting nervously. Ash was shaking like a leaf, nervously fingering the knees of his pants. Eevy herself was no longer laughing; she was dead serious. That car had been watching her, and the decorations and that license plate proved to her what kind of car it was. Something spherical and black came flying from the back driver's side window. Eevy gasped and crammed the breaks.
"Get your heads down!" she cried, ducking down.
"What?! Why?!" Ash asked frantically.
"Just get down!" she grabbed his collar and yanked him down.
About two seconds later…BAM! A blaster ball exploded about three feet in front of the car. The Viper rolled back a few paces as Ash, Pikachu, and Vovo bawled that they'd been blown up. Eevy rolled her eyes and sat up, looking down the nose of the car. Her eyes suddenly lit up an angry, boiling blood red. Ash sat up and leaned away as Eevy grabbed the radio.
"Jenny. This is 320," she hissed.
"Jenny copies. Go ahead, 320."
"I'm at North Flower and Twine. They dented me, dammit," she rammed her foot down on the gas and careened forward, "Over."
"OK, 320," click, "All units. 320 has been damaged. I repeat: 320 has been damaged. Now on North Flower and Twine. Get off the road. I repeat again: All units off the road. Jenny over and out."
"Um…Eevy?" Ash asked quietly, "Why is she telling everyone to get off the road?"
"Shut up, Ash, and open the glove compartment," she gnarled lowly.
"Pika…"
"Eev…"
"All right, Eevy. Just try and chill out," he pulled it open, "What the hell?!"
"Give me one of those news bombs," she spat.
"One of the what?"
"The grenades, you idiot! Give me one of the grenades!" she ripped one from his hand, "Nobody dents 320 and gets away with it," she glared forward, eyes narrow and hot red.
"Eevy…Please…Please calm down," Ash put his hands together to beg.
"I am calm," she puffed, approaching the Lincoln, as it was quite a bit slower than her Viper, "OK. Let's see what we can do here, eh?" she pulled the pin of the grenade out with her teeth.
"What in God's name are you doing, you crazy woman?!" Ash flipped out, shooting up straight.
"Shut up, Ash. I'm not going to tell you again," she spit the pin out and reached her arm out her window, "Bombs away, little friend," she chucked the news bomb right at the Lincoln's side.
Meanwhile, in the other car…
The rider in shotgun in the Lincoln turned around and saw the explosion of dust in front of the Viper behind them, "Hah! I think we got her!" he blared, grinning as nothing emerged from the smoke.
The only rider in the back looked back smiling, but suddenly frowned, "Here she comes!" he shouted.
From the immense puff of dirt, sand, and asphalt flew a dark blue and bright yellow blur of motion. The only difference was the two-inch ding beside the front headlight. That and the fact it was approaching at double-speed. Then, an arm came out the window. And something was thrown at them.
"Grenade!" the shotgun passenger cried.
"Yipe!" the driver swerved to the right a few feet, "Crazy girl!"
Back in the Viper…
"WAH!" Ash freaked, "What did you just do?!"
Eevy did not answer; just let up on the gas slightly as the grenade hit the ground and exploded on contact. The Lincoln swerved to the right, away from the explosion directly to its side. She could tell the three in the Lincoln were toppling side to side by the way the car tipped. Someone tumbled to the window and slipped out a bit, arm completely exposed. Eevy growled and pushed the car farther and harder, now knowing exactly who was in that car.
"Buson," she huffed lowly, "Bashou, Buson, and Tyson."
"How can you tell?!" Ash bugged.
"Buson always wears those wrist bands," her eyes narrowed a bit more, "And Giovanni never ships that moron anywhere without Bashou and Tyson," she grabbed the radio, "Jenny. This is 320. Over."
"Jenny copies. Have you blown them up yet?"
"Not quite yet. But I have a positive ID of the three inside," she saw them take a quick turn and chucked the radio at Ash, whipping the wheel around.
"320, are you there? 320, are you all right? 320, do you copy? 320, come back!"
"Answer her. Tell her just what I say," Eevy just missed cramming a parked car, "Tell her your first and last name. Tell her you were with me when I spotted the Lincoln."
"Uh…Jenny? This is Ashura Ketchum. I was with…320 when she saw the Lincoln and brought me along for the ride," Ash shook while speaking, "Um…Over?"
"OK…Go ahead, 320."
Ash relayed the words Eevy gave him, "We're heading south on Bell Avenue, still following the Lincoln. The three inside have been positively identified as Bashou Matsou, Buson Youso, and Tyson Token. So far, we know they're armed with Team Rocket blaster ball bombs. Over."
"All right. But you're heading onto the main street. Into the residential area. Be careful!"
Eevy took the radio back, "I'm always careful. 320 over and out," she put the radio down and kept driving straight on, moving to avoid people, cars, and trashcans, "I'm sorry I got you into this, Ash," he saw her hands tighten on the wheel.
"I'm not really calling this your fault," he swallowed, "But theirs," he pointed to the Rockets' car.
"If you say so," she sighed a bit and swerved quickly, "Sorry, Rattata!"
In the Lincoln…
"She just called in a positive ID on us," Tyson fiddled with a radio in the back seat, "We've got to lose her. Now."
"Well, I'm doing the best I can!" Bashou snapped, whipping around a parked car, "This thing is impossible to drive! I'm used to my DeLorian!"
"Just hold your foot on the gas and turn a lot!" Buson cracked from beside him, "Another of those grenades of hers and she may not miss!"
"Give me one of those smokers, Tyson," Bashou reached back and took a smoke bomb from his passenger, "Light it, Buson," he pushed it over to Buson, who flicked a match and lit the fuse, "I'm losing her this time. In one way or another," he launched it out his window and crammed the gas.
The Viper…
"Eevy! Watch out!" Ash pointed to the black ball flying at them.
"Oh, hell!" Eevy smashed the breaks, switched quickly to reverse, and backed up at full speed, "It's a double!" she shrieked as another flew from Buson's window, "One's gonna be a smoker! They're trying to get away!"
The one on the left blew up in the air, producing a large smokescreen big enough to hide three more Lincolns. The one on the right exploded once it hit the ground about a yard in front of them. This one wasn't a blaster ball, but a true bomb. It sent a good half a dozen trashcans flying, caused a volcano of pavement, and rumbled through the whole city. The Viper rolled away, as she hadn't managed to get far enough back when the bomb hit. The car bounced back three or four yards and came to a complete halt at the intersection down the street. Eevy had both hands on the wheel and her hair a muddle around her face and Ash was gripping the dashboard, heaving slightly. Pikachu's ketchup packets were on the floor and he'd accidentally eaten the top of the one he'd been drinking from before and Vovo had pressed himself about a foot back into the cushion. Eevy frantically unbuckled and jumped out, searching through the smoke. She saw nothing.
"Damn! They got away!" she jumped back in the car, "Jenny. I must be getting rusty. I lost 'em. Over."
"There's a first time for everything, I suppose," click, "Attention all units. 320 has lost the location of the Lincoln described before. Copy?"
"This is 210. She lost them? Wow!"
"This is 430. Must'a been one heck of a chase."
"This is 540. Saw one a' those grenades a' hers go off outside a' where I pulled off."
"OK, guys. Enough," Eevy huffed, "It's been like three years. Gimme a break. Your shifts end anytime soon?"
"Ten minutes," all three replied.
Eevy shook her head, "Meet me at Lotus Park, huh? No beer, boys."
"No beer. 210, 430, and 540…Over and out."
*^~^**^~^*
Eevy drove slowly down Lotus Lane, carefully going over the train tracks and glancing back at Pikachu and Vovo. They were flopped down beside each other, snoring away. She looked over at Ash, who was staring out the window, looking as if to be sick. She saddened a bit, knowing she'd scared him.
"Hey. You OK?" she asked quietly, slowing slightly.
"I'm fine," he murmured back after a moment of silence.
"I'm seriously sorry I did that," she shrugged, "Just…Force of habit, I guess."
"Yeah, well, you could have gotten us all killed!" he suddenly snapped, not realizing she'd come to a stop in the parking lot of Lotus Park.
"Yeah. I know," she unbuckled and climbed out quickly, slamming the door shut behind her.
She pushed herself up on the hood of the car and sat there staring out at the road. She then looked up to the tops of the trees and studied the sky a bit. The crunching of tires on the gravel pulled her sights downward. Much to Ash's pleasure, it was not a black 1987 Lincoln, but a teal '99 Buick Century approaching from the left. From the road across came a champagne '02 Chevrolet Malibu and from the right came a grey '99 Ford Contour. They lined up beside the Viper and each settled quietly. Ash hopped out and peeked over the roof of the car as Eevy jumped to the ground.
"The great 320 graces us with her presence," Eevy rolled her eyes as one man approached from each car.
"The Mistress of all Pokemon and the master of all forms of disaster."
"Surprised ya' didn't ram somethin' the way you was drivin'."
"Don't bust me, boys. I'm not in the mood after losing those creeps," Eevy puffed, "Three years and you're all still as fat and well-off as you used to be."
"Meh…And you're still as awry and conceded as you were. More so, probably," the one from the Buick waved his hand at her.
Eevy heard her car door squeak and spun to see Ash zipping back into the car, "They won't bite, you know. Well…Not much anyway. Come out and say hello," she dragged him out, "Guys, this is Ash Ketchum," she kicked him over, "The guy with the Buick is Roland Pinstrup. The goof with the Chevrolet is Murphy Summers. And the dingbat with the Ford is Edward Down. Lando, Murph, and Eddie. A.K.A. 210, 430, and 540."
Ash stood dead straight, swallowing hard enough Roland, Murphy and Edward heard, "What's da' matta' with him?" Eddie questioned, "Actin' like a Stantler caught in headlights."
"He's paranoid," Eevy shrugged, "He was with me when I was chasing those Rockets. I think I put him into a minor state of shock."
"Yeah. We heard 'im over the radio. Stammering like a chicken," Murphy snickered, "How'd ya' get a positive ID on those guys so quick? Ya' know 'em?"
"Sort of. They've been after me for a while. Their whole goofy team is after me," Eevy tried to shake Ash straight, "Would you say something for crying out loud?!"
"What am I supposed to say?" he muttered.
Eevy frowned, "Get back in the car if you have to," she couldn't believe how cowardly he really was being.
"Ooh…Eva commands her boyfriend. How very much like her," Roland sniggered.
"Boyfriend?" Eevy tilted an eyebrow at Ash, "Bwah?! You're crazy, Lando!"
"Heh…Sure…Well, then why don't you go to dinner with me?" he grinned wide.
"Sorry, buddy," she flicked his nose, "Didn't work then, doesn't work now. Besides, I'm involved," she paused, "Not with Ash."
"Aww…Always bursting our bubbles. Making every visit the least it could be," Murphy rolled his eyes, "If not him, then who?"
Eevy dug into her back pocket, "Here," she flung out a few pictures, "This is my team back at Rainbow Metro. Medira Kurayami, Jason Peruwa, William Logos, Lurianna Sedna, and Lance Ryujin."
"Ooh…'Dose two are real cuties," Eddie smiled wide.
"So…Uh…You didn't answer Murph's question," Roland inquired, "Who is it? Explain, little miss."
"Stop calling me names. Medira was traveling with me while I was working my way to the League, Jason's a confidant, Luri's one of my very best friends, Will's my psychic connection, and Lance…Is the Dragon Master."
"Uh huh…You still didn't answer," Roland pushed again, "Embarrassed?"
"No!" she snapped, "Medira and Jason are together, Luri and Will are together, and…Um…"
"'Dat leaves you n' Lancey-poo," Eddie laughed, "Is he as Dragon-y as 'dey say? I'll bet you know!"
"Shut up!" she whacked him over the head with her wallet, "And as matter of clarification, yes. He is," she heard them giggle, "Not as if it was any of your business."
"Eev? Eevee-eev?" Vovo poked his head into the car window, "Eevee! Eevee!"
"Heh…What's that thing? Your squeaky toy?" Murphy questioned.
"No," Eevy suddenly hissed, "Vovo is my strongest Pokemon. Vovo, come here, boy," she knelt down and accepted the Eevee to her shoulder once he had jumped out the window by use of Ash's head, "That's a good boy, Vovo."
"What happened ta' 'is face and 'is ear?" Eddie asked.
"Oh…His old master was hurting him when I found him," she scratched Vovo's chin and looked over at him, "And I saved him. And bred him with my Ditto before I gave my Ditto to my friend Duplica. And then I got the Ovo Boys."
"Yeah, we heard about 'em. They're supposed to be really strong," Murphy nodded, "But they beat the Dragons, so…"
"My boys are very strong. They beat Ash in round twelve. Right, Ash?!" she called to the car.
"Please don't mention that," was the only answer.
"Heh…So, what are you back in town for anyway? Come to boot Andiron out of the Gym?" Roland stretched a bit and put his hands behind his head.
Eevy laughed, "No. Just came to get my car. I'm heading over-seas for some stuff. Lance's Mako is nice, but…I wanted my Viper," she shrugged.
"Over-seas? For what?" Eddie scratched his head.
"Oh…This and that," she leaned in at them, "He doesn't know anything but that I quit because of "certain things". He just discovered the grenades today, so chill with the crazy talk, huh?" she leaned back out, "Just some League stuff and a convention or two."
"Ahh…" all three nodded with Roland continuing, "So, you taking anyone?" he smiled hopefully.
"Not you," she glared, "The Elite have to come…And I might drag somebody else along…I'll probably bring my friend Sooney and her boyfriend Tracey. He's a Pokemon Watcher…And I might bring Frigate and his girlfriend Yuu-Yuu. I'm almost definitely bringing my brother and cousin and their girls. I dunno who all I'm bringing yet."
"You said Lancey-poo has a Mako Vet?" Murphy pushed in, "Wow!"
"He has a motorcycle too," she retorted pointedly, "And Will has a Mustang."
"You said something about a psychic link too," Roland crossed his arms, "What's that all about?"
Eevy narrowed her eyes, "OK. No good-cop/bad-cop stuff, huh? I'm not here for an interrogation. And as per the question; I am psychically bonded to him. Whatever I see, hear, feel, or sense is passed directly to him. Isn't that right, Will?" her cell phone rang and she held it out to the trio.
"That's right, Eevy. Believe her. She doesn't lie. Usually. And, Lando, was it? I really wouldn't continue the shenanigans unless you want Lance's fist permanently imbedded in your forehead. Buh-bye," Will laughed crazily before hanging up.
"How the heck did you do that?" Roland nearly fell over.
"I already told you," Eevy crossed her arms.
"Kinky," Murphy grinned, "Seriously kinky."
"Don't be disgusting," she put Vovo back in the car, "Anyway…I have to get going."
"Aww…So soon?" Eddie smirked, "We was hoping ya'd spend 'de afternoon wit' us."
"You'll live," she started the car and knocked on the top of Ash's head, "You alive in there, Ashy-boy? Anyway, I think I've got to get Ash to a doctor, for one thing. And I want to get home to Lance," all three drooped, "Oh, stop! I have to call Kratos too. I have to see just how many people I can take with me on this stupid trip. Could you guys just do me a favor?"
"Like what?" all three backed up a step.
"Could you watch for that Lincoln for me? That and a black Jaguar with red pinstripes. They're both bad news, all right? Remember; black Lincoln with bold red R's and black Jaguar with red pinstripes. You got me?"
"Gotcha, 320," they nodded.
"Great. I'll call you sometime, eh? Keep the bombs and bullets a'flyin', boys! Bye!" she took off down the street.
"Ya' know…Tab's gonna kill you if she was to, say, hear through the grapevine that your old crush was back in town and ya' were bubbling over her," Murphy glanced at Roland and smirked.
"Tell Tabitha anything and die. I'm a cop; I can do that," Roland narrowed one eye at him, knowing his girlfriend would kill him.
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"Eevy…?" Ash looked slowly over at her, "Did you ever…Did you ever date any of those guys?"
"I would never disgrace the feminine gender is such a way," Eevy turned onto her driveway, "More aptly, no. I did not. That's one of the reasons they want so much to do with me. They're strictly friend material. They were part of the force before I was, and they obviously haven't quit," Vovo was sleeping and she took the opportunity to recall him, "Come on. Let's get inside."
A shining black car slowly coasted down the road. This one also had tinted windows, but this one was no where near a Lincoln Town Car. This was a brand new, waxed, polished, and washed Jaguar. Its slick black paintjob glowed in the light and the two thin red lines down each side were the exact color of blood. The driver's window went down and the driver adjusted his black sunglasses. He nudged them down and glared as Eevy unlocked the front door and cradled the sleeping Pikachu while walking in with Ash behind. His eyes roared their evil color and he put the window back up. He glanced up into the rearview mirror to examine himself. He pulled the glasses off, reflecting back at himself blazing red swirling with an almost neon yellow. He smoothed his bright red hair back and stepped swiftly on the gas, obeying the speed limit, amazingly enough. He passed directly behind Lando, Murph, and Eddie, but two were fighting and the third was trying to calm them. They missed the car they'd been told to watch for completely. The driver looked back at them as he followed the road and shook his head. He slid his glasses back on and looked side to side a bit. His eyes flared up and the car sunk into nothingness, but left behind a blacker-than-black shadow that zipped off to the side. With that, the car with the license "DARK RED" disappeared as a mass of blackness.
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Eevy sat at her computer desk in her old room in Rose, one hand on the mouse, the other holding the phone. She disconnected the internet and grabbed the phone, dialing the great Rainbow Metropolis. After a few rings, a familiar voice acknowledged the caller.
"You've reached Rainbow League President Bazan Kratos's office. This is Rachel. How can I help you?"
"Filling in for your mother again?" Eevy asked as the door creaked open slightly.
"Oh, hi, Eevy," Rachel waved to Officer Jenny as she passed the front door, "What's up?"
"Can Kratos talk?" she waved Ash in the door, but motioned to stay quiet, "I need to ask him about that trip I'm supposed to be taking."
"Oh…I really don't want to bother him…" she glanced at the door, "He's in there with Mister Mimir…"
"Ooh…All right. If he feels up to it when he's done, have him call me in Rose, OK?" she bit her bottom lip, "Great. Thanks, Rachel. Bye," she hung up and looked over at Ash, "He's talking to Yeeshan's husband."
"Oh," Ash drooped, "Give them all my best regards, huh? I'm sorry about Yeeshan," he scratched the back of his head.
"Yes. We all are. She was a very sweet woman…Hard to imagine she was so sick. Manzen doesn't want to try to raise Marina without a mother…He wants Yuushou and Bazan to take her, but she's so little; not even one yet," she sighed lowly, "Anyway…"
"Yeah…" he murmured, "So…What's this trip you keep mentioning?"
"Oh!" she grinned wide, "There's some publicity stuff going on over-seas and Bazan wants us to go for more of a show. That's one of the reasons I wanted my car."
"Over-seas, huh? Where about?" he asked as Pikachu hopped up onto the bed and sat beside him.
Eevy's smile spread right across her face, "The United States."
*^~^*Part One: End…*^~^*
A/N: Whee! This is even more fun than I thought it'd be! So what do you think? Is it as odd as I hoped it'd be? And look at all the nifty cars…A Viper…I want one! I want a Mako and a Mustang and a Firebird and a Jaguar too, but I'll never really get any of them. ;_; I can always dream though. Anyways…I'm going to go work on Part Two now and play the N64 game "Vigilante 8", where I drew the Viper from. 'Tis Chasey Blue's car, only hers is a '67 Rattler. Looks the same, does the same, but is ultimately a different car. Meh… [Itachi: You...Are insane.] [Usagi: That she is, little Linoone. That she us.] Of course! Okie dokie…Now, onward! Brahaha!
P.S.-Did you ever picture Eevy driving, let alone being a cop? Well…It gets weirder…
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*))~Itachi-chan~((*
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Next: Special Edition: TAA USA: Part 2.
TAA Pokemon Of The Month: May 2003: The Long Body Pokemon Furret & The Rushing Pokemon Linoone
OK…I don't own Pokemon, any of the car makes (Companies like Dodge and Chevrolet) or models (Types like Mako Shark and Viper), or anything in relation to Vigilante 8 or Nintendo64 and also not to McDonalds. Oh yeah…I don't own anything in relation to Orlando International Airport (OIA) either.
Did I miss anything? Hope not…