A/N: This fic is in response to a challenge at Pokemon Ranger: SoA General Discussion.

Disclaimer: Own pokemon, I do not. I do, however, own a Belgian Waffle maker. XD

Not Just Letters

My big sister, Kate, and I were in her room, me sitting on her big fluffy bed, and her pacing back and forth.

"What's up, Kate?" I ask. She'd called me up here for something, but so far had only paced around her room nervously.

Finally, she stops and looks out her window. "I think I want to be a Pokémon Ranger, Krystal." She starts, her clear blue eyes gazing out into the forest.

There seemed to be more, so I waited for her to continue. At least she wasn't pacing anymore, and I was glad. It was starting to make me feel nervous.

"…No, I definitely want to be a Ranger. Even though it means I'll be leaving home to go study at the Ranger School in Almia." There was a firm conviction in my big sister's voice, like she was trying to convince herself as much as me.

Almia was the next region over, though it was fairly close to Fiore, where we were now. It was still a few days away though.

"Hmm… You can go on one condition." I start, a smile forming on my face. Kate looks towards me in confusion as I turn away.

I hop off the bed, and start for the hall. "I'll let you go to Ranger School if you promise to write me." I pipe, and turn back to my sister.

Kate's slight worried look melts into a grin and suddenly I feel myself being hugged. You know, there were some really nice moments to all this sister stuff.

The day my Big Sister left started out like any other day, with her wake-up call.

"Big Sister! It's morning! It's morning! Wake up! …You'll miss the boat if you keep sleeping! Big Sister!" I call, bouncing onto Kate's bed. I really did try to change things up with my wake up calls.

Kate groans, rolls over and throws a pillow at me. Maybe she hadn't heard me?

"Big Sister! How am I supposed to write you letters if you're still here? Get up!" I exclaim, bouncing with each word. She groans again, but sits up.

Her brown hair was down, and messy with pillow-head. Her tired blue eyes blink a couple of times, trying not to close again in sleep.

This gives me an idea. I hop off the bed, and run to the window. Morning light streams into the room as I push the green curtains open.

"See, it's morning! You're going to miss your boat if you don't get going, sleepy head." I inform. She grumbles, something about me trying to get rid of her.

I grin, and say that if she wasn't downstairs in twenty minutes, I was going to eat her pancakes. Pancakes were always a good way to get sleepy sisters out of bed.

Ten minutes later, Kate comes down stairs dressed in her new school uniform, with its green jacket and bright yellow tie. True to my word, her pancakes were untouched.

"So what was with the super-hyper-wake-up call, Krys? Unless you really are trying to get rid of me." Big Sister asks, her eyes twinkling with laughter. I put my plate in the sink and go back to her.

Smiling, I hug my Big Sister. "I won't be able to wake you up much after you leave. Have to get in all the little sister things I can to last until then." I reply, trying to steal part of her breakfast.

Mum and Dad act all mushy when it's time for Kate to catch her boat. We were all at the pier, which was sort of deserted.

I cross my arms. Parents could be so emotional sometimes. It was a good thing not many people were around, or this might be embarrassing.

"Bye, Mum! Bye, Dad! Bye, Little Sis!" A brunette girl with spiky pigtails and an annoyingly yellow tie calls. She was standing at the stern, waving with all the rest of the passengers who were leaving someone behind.

We wave back, with various feelings alight on our faces. Mum was all teary-eyed about her baby girl leaving home, and Dad was comforting her, saying that she was going to pursue her dreams, and how proud they were going to be when she became a Ranger.

Me? I was already thinking about what stationary I was going to use for my first letter. It was going to have to be perfect. After all, it was all for my Big Sister.

A/N: Pancakes do not, in fact, work to wake up all sisters. Or, maybe I'm just a mutant. (Which would explain a lot...)

I'm still debating on whether or not to continue, if I want to get into the letter-exchange or not. Review, or not, the power is yours.