A/N- Alright, a planned fic! XD So, I do not own Pokemon, nor do I own its characters. Although that would be AWESOME~! :D

*Ahem* -.-; now to the story...

Alan was walking up to his apartment building when it happened.

The day had been fairly good so far, really. Alan had just become the high school baseball team's pitcher, and his crush had just transferred into all of his classes. He had thought himself lucky, since they also lived in the same building and always walked home together.

She was laughing at a joke he'd made about their least favorite teacher. She stumbled slightly, and stopped laughing. Alan looked at her with worry, as a frown spread over her features.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. She nodded, and Alan let her lean on his shoulder. When they were about to pass through the doorway, though, she slipped off and fell to the ground. Needless to say, Alan panicked.

"Lila? LILA!" he cried. The doorman whipped out his cellphone, and the last thing Alan heard before collapsing himself was the sound of sirens. He inhaled sharply, taking in the faint scent of seawater and a slightly stronger smell of crisp forest leaves, before his vision faded to black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Alan blinked his eyes open in confusion. Where was he?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The steady beeping of the heart rate monitor next to him brought a flood of memories back. He Looked around wildly, before his eyes came to rest on Lila's sleeping form. Alan sighed in relief, and a doctor rushed over.

"You're awake!" the doctor exclaimed in surprise. "We thought the two of you would be unconscious for much longer!" Alan blinked, and asked what day it was. "August 19th, a Thursday. You slept for over a day."

A whole day! Holy crap! He missed an entire day of school, and he also missed the first practice of the season. Alan looked over at Lila again, and the doctor noticed where he had been looking.

"Is she your girlfriend?" the doctor asked. Alan blushed a deep red, and shook his head quickly. The room spun, and he swayed a bit from the force of his whipping around. The doctor just laughed, and the sobered. "She seems to be in a little worse condition than you..." She trailed off while checking his chart. "...Alan," she finished with a small smile.

He felt dizzy, and then very queazy. Before he knew it, his head fell back and hit the pillow it had been laying on. The doctor's mouth dropped open, and as Alan's vision hazed over again, he thought he smelled fire...

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A leaf fell onto his face. Alan's nose twiched involuntarily, and he sneezed. He heard a soft giggle, and then felt something wet snuffling at his left cheek. He squeezed his eyes more tightly shut in protest, and made a pathetic attempt to slap the thing away. Instead of something solid against his hand, though, he felt someone grip his wrist tightly.

"Don't hit him," a feminine voice growled. Alan blinked his eyes open in surprise.

"Lila?" he gasped in disbelief. The edges of her mouth turned up in a smile, and she pressed a finger to her lips. She pointed with her other hand.

Alan turned over onto his side to look. There was a little brown bird carrying what looked like a leek or something similar. It had three tufts of feathers sticking up on its head, and a little black V on its forehead. He blinked, and then looked questionally at Lila, but she was currently sneaking up behind the bird. He opened his mouth to ask her what the heck she was doing, but a small blue paw clapped over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

Lila pounced onto the bird, and it let out a trill-squawk. She wrestled with the thing for a few seconds, and then pulled out a little red and white orb. She pressed a button, and a stream of red light engulfed the thing. When the light disappeared, the bird was nowhere to be seen. Lila bounced over to Alan, and he asked her what the heck was going on around here.

"Oh!" she exlaimed. "This teenager lost two Farfetch'd! I was helping him catch them." True to her word, a little brunette boy, about ten or eleven, rushed over.

"Did you find them?" he asked anxiously. "My master will kill me if he finds out I lost those Farfetch'd..."

"Yep!" Lila chirped. She held out two of the red and white orbs to the boy.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" he cried. "I can't thank you enough!" He paused, pocketed the orbs, and then pulled out a little gray CD, and handed it to Lila. "Here! Maybe this will help! It's the HM Cut...but you can't use it unless you have the Gym badge from Azalea's gym." At this, he dashed off.

Alan's head was spinning. Azaela? Gym badge? HM? Farfetch'd?

He looked at Lila blankly. She giggled at his confused expression.

"I'd better take you to see Professor Elm."

"Who?"

"Elm. He's the professor of this region: Johto. He'll explain everything to you, and you can get a starter of your own!" Lila seemed very cheery. "For now we'll have to share my Pokegear, but soon you'll be able to get your own, and a trainer card." She fumbled with a pile of things over to the side of where Alan was laying, and pulled out a small, rectangular piece of plastic. "This one's mine, see?"

Alan reached out and plucked it from her hand.

"Lillian-Bronze trainer" was on top, and a picture of Lila took up the right hand side. The rest had information similar to what a driver's license might, such as gender, age, eye color, etc. The only two additions it had were "region" and "starter."

Alan stared at it for a while, before "Johto" and "Cyndaquil" clicked in his mind.

"We're in...the Pokemon world!" he exclamed. Lila, now Lillian, sweatdropped.

"Took you long enough," she muttered. "Now come onn!" she whined, and began dragging him through the forest by his shirt collar.

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Five hours later, Alan and Lillian stood in front of an older man, Professor Elm. He asked her about an egg, and she replied that it had hatched into a Togepi. She brought it out, and he exclaimed over it for a while, before gently handing the small Pokemon back to Lillian.

"Alan, is it?" asked Elm. "I believe you wanted a Pokemon?"

He nodded, and the man motioned towards a table that held ten pokeballs. He rushed over to it, and began clearing them away until there were only three. Alan decided to use eenie meenie miney moe to pick one. He lifted it off the table, and tossed it into the air. A small gator-like creature appeared, with blue skin and a red ridge on its back.

"Totodiiiile," it croaked, and Alan blinked at it.

Elm handed Alan a pokegear, pokedex, trainer card, bag, and a belt for clipping in pokeballs. Alan attached Totodile's ball to this, and stuffed everything else into the bag. Lillian waved to Elm, and then dashed out of the lab, leaving Alan to attempt sprinting after her.

Soooo? What'd you think? I think it wasn't too bad, if I do say so myself...This fic is probably not going to be very long, and just to let you know, I finished this at 1:00 in the morning my time, so it's probably not top-quality. But then, none of my stuff ever is top-quality, so... :)