Author's Note: I'm trying out a new subject that's had me interested since I read a few stories. POKEMON! I dunno, I hope it works out.

Basic Concept: After the Sinnoh Championships, Ash decides to head back to Pallet before continuing on his journey. While there, he realizes (in true Ash-oblivious fashion) that he can compete in League Competitions more than once. So, he decides to... brush up his records. First up, the Indigo League!

Italics are thoughts, of course. " " are humans speaking, ' ' are pokemon speaking.

Chapter 1: Traveling Home

"Don't feel too bad, Ash. You gave it your best shot..." Brock tried to comfort his companion as they walked to the airport. Ash was dejected and had his head hung down, looking at the ground in front of him, oblivious to the rest of the world. Due to a few slip-ups, Ash had only placed in the top 24 at the Sinnoh Championships. Brock had chalked it up to a bad type match-ups, but Ash blamed himself.

'Ash...' Pikachu was looking nearly as dejected as his trainer, though he was only sad because Ash was sad.

The dynamic duo were heading back to Kanto for a breather before deciding where to go next. Brock was personally looking forward to seeing how the Pewter Gym had done without him. But he was worried about Ash, and had decided to escort him home first. They had already dropped Dawn back off at home, and after a few fond farewells, they were on their way.

Ash sighed, exasperated. He kept running through his last match, and the 16 year old teenager that had thrashed through his 6 pokemon with only 3 of his. They were extremely powerful, and Ash thought it was only bad training on his part that made his pokemon useless against them. But, in all honesty, even Ash's best pokemon couldn't have handled a perfectly trained Gallade, Dusknoir, and Probopass. He just didn't have much to compete against Psychic or Ghost-Type pokemon. However, Ash didn't see it that way. He believed all the fault to be on his part. I'm such a screw-up, he thought to himself as he walked, dejectedly climbing the plane's stairway. I've been in 5 Pokemon League Competitions, and I've only won one of them! And that one was almost pure luck at that! I need to do something... or I'm going to lose it. By this time, he was already in his seat, relaxing a little, but still staring down at his hands. They clenched, his knuckles turning white. His face changed, now an expression of dedication and determination evident upon it. I won't lose again.

Pikachu grinned, hopeful. Good. Ash worked it out on his own. I don't think the other humans would have liked it if I'd Thunderbolted him on the plane.

Brock sighed. I can already tell, Ash is going to have some crazy idea when we get off the plane.

The plane took off, and they were on their way back home.

Alright, that's the beginning... All my other chapters will be longer, this is just the setup. I don't know who Ash is going to travel with... if you care at all, ask. I just think this is going to be fun, is all.

Second chapter up in a few days...