A/N- I've had some interesting ideas bouncing around after playing White 2 all the way through. There are so many unhappy endings, so many philosophies, and so much general deep thinking to the plot that, as an adult, I have reconnected to Pokemon in a way no game since Gen. 2 has done for me. In light of that, I've opted to write this convoluted story which will make sense(I hope) as I progress through it.

What if the Unova trainer lost to the Shadow triad? They have a tendency to be able to send you away in the blink of an eye... So, what if they finally got sick of your meddling?

MORNING-

"Wake up!"

The voice was concerned. Pleading, even. She woke when a yip came from nearby, and her instincts caused her to immediately be on alert. A Pokemon could be trying to attack. What she saw instead was a rough looking canine Pokemon, with a happy expression on its face, playfully lowering its front half at her with its tail in the air, wagging. It was behaving as if it was trained.

Then she realized, that would mean a Trainer is challenging her. She reached for her belt, intending on that familiar feeling of her partner's Pokeball hanging in wait for the battle, but what she felt was nothing but the empty space it once was. A panic flushed over her, the likes of which she had not experienced in a long time. not since she saw firsthand that Team Plasma had taken control of that Pokemon... That empty husk of a being that once was whole. She had never felt so helpless before, until-

"Are you okay? You've been out cold for an hour now." the voice came again. This time, the canine Pokemon retreated to behind the figure of the person speaking to her. It was a female, probably in her early twenties. She wore a lot of green- In fact, it was her entire outfit save for an orange vest, black gloves, and red bag. The green covered a bandana, her skirt, and most of her boots. She had a belt full of Pokeballs as well. Her brown hair was sticking out from under the bandana rather pronounced, as if she had been traveling a long time and keeping herself looking ladylike just faded into obscurity.

"Fang found you unconscious in the forest, and I've been here keeping an eye on you. Can you stand?" she asked.

Slowly, the girl rose to a standing position, her pigtails very messy and her bag hanging loosely, as if nothing was in it. Her overall appearance was almost as tomboyish as the mystery woman, though the age difference was very obvious in more ways than one. Not only that, but this forest felt unfamiliar to her.

"Where am I? What happened to the Shadow Triad? Team Plasma?" she finally spoke.

"Team who? Shadow Triad? Oh dear, you've hit your head haven't you?" the mystery woman said. She took a Pokeball from her belt, and threw it into the air. From it came a Pokemon that the young trainer had never seen before. It was a blue looking bird, with wings that resembled clouds, and a very regal feeling about it. Like it was just that much better than whoever it was facing. This Pokemon clearly had a lot of history.

"Come on, I'll take you to my home so we can get you rested up."

"Wait!" snapped the younger trainer. "My friends! Have you seen a Lilligant around? She responds to Lucya, and she's really shy. Or maybe a little Oshawott getting itself into some kind of trouble? He responds to Vector. Please, tell me you've seen them!" she sounded very concerned. Naturally, though, as it's not every day a trainer loses all of their friends.

"Osha... Lilli... I'm sorry, I've never heard of those Pokemon before. You're not from around here, are you?" asked the older trainer. "My name is May. This is Petalburg Forest. Are you maybe from up north?"

Petalburg? She had never heard of such a place. And this May girl had not seen her two friends... This was an overwhelming, confusing, depressing moment for her. But, there was a tiny bit of hope.

"Hang on, one second." said the young trainer. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her Xtranceiver-A small device used to communicate with people over great distances- And began to dial friend after friend, all resulting in no service. The only call that went through was one to a number she didn't recognize- And on the other line was somebody she didn't remember.

"H-hello?" she began, hesitantly waiting for the person's face to appear on the screen so she could tell if she knew them or not. Who she saw was a green haired man, only a little bit older than she was. His features were hard to read, but he was obviously in the air. So, he was either on a plane or a Pokemon. Either way, he somehow had this number.

"You... You're that trainer the Shadow Triad ganged up on, correct? Forgive me for putting my own information into your device. I simply needed to be sure that you had contact with someone in case things weren't going well for you."

"W-who are you?!"

"I am N. I was once like them- A Team Plasma loyal. The king, even. Until I realized that my ideals met with challenge. It was then that I learned to see new ideals, rather than shun them. I left two years ago on a journey with my friend Reshiram, but I returned to Unova when Reshiram told me that there was trouble. It was there that I saw the Shadow Triad sending you away." he paused, presumably in case the girl wanted to interject. Instead, she stood there, waiting.

"Your Pokemon are still in Unova. Your friend-What was his name?- he rescued them from Team Plasma. They are safe. However, I regret to inform you that you are no longer in Unova."

"S-say what now? Where am I then?" she finallly spoke up.

"I will let your new friend explain further. While I would love to simply fly you back to Unova myself, there is much here for you to discover, and perhaps your ideals will open to new possibilities as well. Reshiram tells me you're important. You remind him-and me- of a trainer named Hilda from two years ago. He also tells me that you will be needed here, and that your destiny was never bound to just the Unova region."

There was a long pause, followed by "I'm sorry. I cannot take you back yet. There is much for you here, and Reshiram insists that he would refuse to fly you there."

N hung up. So, that was that then? She was just supposed to wander around this totally foreign region, find her own way home, and then what? Suddenly, things began to click. What if she did make it back? What then? She had already conquered the gyms, traveled far across the region, and seen almost everything she wanted to. What if she was sent back? The Shadow Triad wasn't exactly merciful last time. Team Plasma could still be active, and she could be walking back into a lot of danger without her friends by her side. She was truly in an inescapable situation. N... And Reshiram? So, he was one of the two Heroes from two years ago then. It seemed odd that he said Reshiram was talking to him, but then, she remembered the ex-sage's words about the boy. He could in fact talk to Pokemon.

"So, that's it huh?" said the young trainer. "I'm just supposed to deal with it?"

"Unova? That's... So far away..." May spoke in. "I've never met anybody from there. And that you're here on such a bad note. I'm so sorry- What did you say your name was?"

"Rosa." she said, seeming very distant.

"Rosa, the least I can do is offer you a place to stay where it's safe for now. Do you have anything at all besides that phone thing?" she asked.

"No. They took it all." another cold reply from Rosa. There was a lot to take in, and probably ever more yet to come. The girl's kindness did mean something, but she was so confused and scared and angry that she had simply shut down. "Thanks for the offer. Where am I exactly?"

May tried to smile for her, and the two of them began to fly.

"You're in the Hoenn region."

Hoenn. She had heard of it before, but just barely. Something about a tropical rainforest and a civil war? Whatever, she thought, it's not like she was on vacation. She had to find a way home as fast as possible.

DAY-

It took about half an hour to fly from Petalburg to the town Rosa came to know as Littleroot. There was mutual silence, as May assumed-correctly-that Rosa wanted to be alone with her thoughts. There was a lot going on that she had no choice in, and she didn't like it at all. Nothing truly irritated her more than being forced one way. She was a Pokemon trainer, free to her own whims and choices. Not some drone in line for their fate.

"We're here." said May. "I'll go tell my friend to meet us here. Be right back."

With that, May was off further into town. It was a small place, nothing like the home she was used to. Her mom wasn't here to greet her and care for her when she was upset. Her friend wasn't there to light a fire under her when she needed motivation. Her partners weren't there to support her when she lost her way. Never had she felt so alone in a crowd-So separated from the world while standing right in the middle of it. As she gathered these thoughts, she realized she had ghosted into a leaning position against the house, very nonchalantly in fact. Some of the townsfolk were confused on the new girl, as in such a small town they generally knew everybody. Even May, who flew in and out regularly, was well known. Then again, it's hard to miss a giant blue Pokemon dropping a girl off every few days.

It took May not even fifteen minutes before she came back-With company.

"Well, here she is." said May. "Rosa, this is my old friend, Professor Birch."

"Nice to meet you, Rosa." said Birch. Old was correct- It had been a few years since he'd sent May on her last journey, and the years he wore openly. "I've heard you're in need of some help."

"I suppose I am." she said, not realizing the harshness in her tone.

"Why don't you start from the beginning, in my lab?" he asked. "It's right over here."

A five minute walk to the lab, and they were seated. There, Rosa spoke of Team Plasma- A villainous gang that pretended to care about Pokemon while their leader, Ghetsis, used that front as a means to try and take over Unova. She spoke of her allies and friends, and her home. She spoke of the Unova region, and all that she had seen. Telling the stories took a considerable amount of time, and she was sure they would all doze off on her. Rather, May and Birch had intently listened the entire time. At the end of it all, Birch leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh, and May seemed to wear a face of empathy.

"Quite the journey, for someone so young. Don't we know someone like-"

"Quite the journey indeed." May interrupted. "You look well though. They didn't hurt you did they? I mean... Aside from the obvious."

"No. I'm not sure what happened after we lost to the Shadow Triad. I woke up in the forest with your Pokemon over me."

"Fang lead me right to you! I'm not sure why they dropped you here, but I can promise you we aren't about to ignore your situation, are we Professor?"

"Absolutely not! You've told us that you're a trainer, and from the sound of the challenges you've tackled, quite a good one at that. I'm going to offer you one of three Pokemon that the beginners of this region get- Treecko, the grass gecko. Torchic, the fire fledgling. Mudkip, the muddy water type. It may not be a large gift, but no trainer as skilled as you say you are should be without a Pokemon partner to grow and bond with."

"This takes me back a bit." said May. "When I first moved here from Johto, way back in the day, I came to Professor Birch's house and was offered the same thing. Now, I'm not the best trainer out there, but I've been volunteering at the trainer school in Rustboro." a small flash of nostalgia later, May snapped back to the conversation. Rosa was to choose a new friend. Start her journey over, again, and with any luck, she could find her own way home, with powerful friends that could get her there safely.

"Alright then." Rosa took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She paced around the circular device that the Pokeballs were sitting on several times, until she was unsure of where she was in relation to the Pokemon upon it. When she was satisfied that she had no idea what she was reaching for, she grabbed the Pokeball, and in doing so, silently vowed to find her way home, and to show this new friend the home she loved, the way she loved it, free of Team Plasma's terrorism.

EVENING-

"Rosa." May said, quietly entering the room where she had laid out a guest bed.

"Yeah?"

"I know you're not exactly here because you want to be, but... Welcome to Hoenn." she smiled warmly. "I hope you can enjoy it here. I've never met somebody from Unova, and I look forward to spending time with you."

There was a long pause, until finally, Rosa sat up.

"Thank you. For everything. My mom has to be worried sick... And I'm worried about everybody back home too. Knowing that, it's going to be hard to be at ease here. But I feel better knowing nice people like you are here. And tomorrow, I'll start really getting to know this little guy better." she said, her eyes drifting toward the sleeping Torchic.

"I'm glad," began May, "It's never easy starting something over. From a school assignment to a journey of self discovery. In the eight years since mine started, I've grown so much. It's been my fondest wish to make sure every person I meet who befriends Pokemon gets the most out of their lives, as I'm doing with mine." another warm smile, and then a sniffle. Neither girl owned up to it.

"You remind me a lot of Hilda." said Rosa. "So much energy, so much kindness, and older than me too. I never met her personally, but she was my inspiration. The moment I first saw her on TV, I could tell she was a trainer to watch. I loved seeing her accomplishments all over the news, and when she became champion, I cheered so loudly for her. I'm her biggest fan, you know."

"Hilda, the Unova Champion... I think the Champions of every region come together sometimes. I could be wrong because I've never been much into the league scene, but my friend Wally would know."

"So, if I wanted to see Hilda and get home, my best bet would be to take on the Hoenn league?" asked Rosa, a smirk on her face. Suddenly, she was thinking in a new light. Her friends were safe at home. Hugh rescued them. That means that, at the very least, he had succeeded in escaping or thwarting Team Plasma's attempts to utilize the empty Pokemon for evil. As long as she thought that way, another thought came to her. She was now able to fill her Pokedex even more than before. She was able to become tougher, and protect herself better next time. She was able to see an entirely new place.

"I accept this challenge. But only if you'll stick it out with me, May. A girl needs a friend, you know."

A/N- So, there's that. I could technically leave this right where it is and call it a Oneshot. BUT, i'm not sure. if people really get behind the idea, I might continue it. it all depends. I like it how it is, but I can also see many chances to expand this more. Let me know how YOU feel!