Hey guys! This is the first part of my new pokemon fanfic. All of the main characters are OC's. I've never done a pokemon ff before...So i'm a little nervous. But enjoy anyways.


"Eliot!" Mrs. Joan called. "Eliot!" I smiled to my customer, and set their food down on the counter.

"Alright, here is your order. One cheeseburger, and our special poke-cookies," I said smiling down on the tiny Pidgey. I stood up straight, and laced my fingers together. "If you need anything else, just wave me over, and I'd be happy to help." I said smiling. I hated it when customers brought their pokémon in.

"Eliot!" Mrs. Joan called once more. I walked to the front desk and sighed dramatically.

"Yes?" I said. Mrs. Joan was a tiny old woman, she was slouched over, and carried a cane. Her hair was pulled into a tight little bun, that looked like it was tugging at her face, stretching it across her skull. She was tiny, but loud as hell. Couldn't keep her old toothless mouth closed.

"Eliot dear," she said, her voice softening up, "don't over work yourself. You're too young to be cooped up in this ol' dump," she said. I sighed and put my hand over my face. She's told me this every day since I started working at this restaurant, its been 7 years. "Didn't you use to want to be a pokémon master?" She asked, "I think you should follow that dream. Maybe you'll meet a nice boy on the way-"

"I'm fine working here," I said happily. "I know you need me, this place wouldn't be able to function without me." Mrs. Joan frowned and shook her head.

"Eliot, it's just not right. You've got an ad-"

"Adventurous spirit. Free as the wind," I finished, she had tried the play this on me many times. "I know. But, right now, my spirit wants to be here, with you." I kneeled down in front of her, and took her small frail hands in my own. "We need each other." This hit Mrs. Joan, and she began to smile with joy. She put her hand on mine and nodded.

"Well," She said, "Still, I want you to have something."

"Oh. I don't need anything," I said looking down at my feet.

"No, I insist." she pulled a necklace out of her pocket, and put it over my head. "This charm will protect you," In all honesty, it was an ugly old trinket, a large gaudy pendent dangled from a chain. The pendant was some symbol that I didn't understand.

"Protect me from what?" I asked, looking down at the thing.

"Pokémon," she said in a cheery raspy voice, "I need you to go get me some more berries from the top of the mountain! We've run out again," I sighed, and stood up straight.

"You know I can't go up there without a pokémon." Mrs. Joan laughed.

"That's why you I gave you that pendant, dear," Mrs. Joan said as she pointed at the necklace with her cane. "I also set you up an appointment with Professor Oak! He's in town today, and he wants to meet you! You know, I heard he's got some nice Pokémon with him. Maybe you should take a look?" I understood what Mrs. Joan was doing. She was trying to convince me to start my pokémon journey. But I wasn't having it.

"No way Joan," I said crossing my arms. "We've gone threw this! I'm not getting sucked into that whole world of violence."

"Eliot, you don't understand what a pokémon is!" Mrs. Joan protested, "A pokémon isn't just a tool for battling, it's a friend. And just because you get one, doesn't mean that you need to go on a journey. That part is up to you." I looked down at her; she seemed sincere enough. I sighed, "Plus, like you said, you can't go get me berries without one!" She began to laugh maniacally again. "I need my damn berries!" I groaned.

"ALRIGHT!" I yelled, "But, I'm giving the pokémon right back after I'm done."

"Fine!" Joan laughed, "Professor oak is right down the street. Tell him I sent you," I nodded, and turned back to go inside to finish my shift. "Where are you going?" I paused, and looked at her in confusion. "If you're gonna get one, you gotta go now." My mouth dropped.

"But, Joan, my shift-"

"Fuggetaboutit." She said with a smile. "I want my berries!" I sighed, and took my apron off, handing it to Mrs. Joan.

"I'll be back tomorrow." She didn't respond in words, only with laughter. Then, I began walking out to the street.

Before I knew it. I was lined up with 6 or 7 other kids, all of which were like 10. Professor Oak was staring at me like I was an alien. For that moment, I kind of hated Joan.

"How old are you again?" Oak asked me.

"17." I answered. "Mrs. Joan sent me."

"Ah, yes you're the girl Rudy was talking about. You'll have to wait in the back," I sighed. Professor Oak pointed a thumb to an area behind curtains. I stepped out of line from the rest of the children.. I heard every single child get a Pokémon. I was particularly amused when one child in particular kept asking for a Minun, and refused to listen to Oak when he said that he didn't have it. That kid ended up leaving in a huff, with a Treekco or something like that.

"Okay, well, let's talk." Oak said as he pulled out his chair from under his desk, sitting down in it. "Rudy—or rather—Mrs. Joan, told me that you—" I stopped him before he could try to convince me of anything.

"I'm just here to borrow a pokémon." I quickly explained. Oak stared at me for a second.

"Why do you want to borrow a pokémon?" Oak asked.

"Because. Mrs. Joan said she wanted me to go up to the top of the mountain. And there are some pretty dangerous pokémon up there."

"Indeed there are." Oak said. He stood up, and walked away for a second. He then came back with a small metal case. He sat down in front of me, and placed the case on his lap, "I don't understand why you don't want to pursue the line of pokemon," Oak began, "It seems a bit of a waste."

"Why?" I asked, leaning forward, "I'm just a normal, angsty, kid," I said sarcastically.

"That may be," Oak sighed, "But theirs no doubt, you've got a lot of potential..."

"Potential? I've never even touched a pokéball!" I huffed, "If I had this so-called 'potential', there's no way you'd be able to tell."

"That's certainly not true," Oak said with a sense of confidence. I scauffed, "Anyways, as you said, the mountain is extremely dangerous. Which is why I'm going to give you two pokémon, rather than one." I clentched my jaw.

"But I only came for one." I hissed. "One simple pokémon, that's all."

He ignored me, and pulled a silver case off of the desk in front of him. He set it on his lap and unlatched it. "In this case, their are three pokémon," Oak began, "Charmander-, a fire dragon type pokémon-"

"I dont want that one." I hissed. This made Oak jump back a bit.

"I've barely said anything," Oak said quickly, "How do you know you dont want it?" I didn't respond. I just stared at Oak. He cleared his throat, "Well, then you'll have Bulbasaur, and Squirtle?" I shook my head, and crossed my arms.

"No." I said simply. Oak furrowed his large dark eyebrows and sighed. "I don't want any of those."

"Eliot, you've got to choose. Remember, you wont have to keep them. It's just for the mountain." Oak said softly. I turned away. "Alright," Oak sighed as he stood up, "If you really wont have these, I have two others," He closed the case and left the area.

I gripped the chair on which I was sitting on, and slumped forward. I knew I had to get one, for Joan, but my stubbornness was holding me back. And I knew that, even as I refused the pokémon. I bit my lip, but my nose became tight, and my cheeks became damp. Before I knew it, I was crying short hiccups. I was whimpering, right there. Right there in the middle of the office. Could I really be so childish?

"Yes, these are the last two," Oak said as he stepped towards back into the area. I looked up at him, and he looked at me. He paused, looking at me like he'd never seen anything like it. His mouth looked like it had fallen off of its hinges.

"W-what?" I said, whipping my face. I sniffed a bit. Oak finally pulled himself back together.

"W-well," Oak began, he cleared his throat. "This is Phanpy," oak said handing me a red, shiny pokéball. This time I took it without protest—for Joan. "It's a stubborn Pokémon with a fiery soul. I think it'll be a perfect match for you." I held it in my hand and nodded. "And this," Oak said pulling another ball out of his pocket, "This is Dratini. A sensitive pokémon, She's not the strongest, but I think she might be just what you need." If I would have protested, I would have cried, right there on the spot. So I didn't. I took the balls, and put them in my bag. "Here is a pokédex, to identify unknown pokémon." I immediately turned to walk to the door, "One more thing," Oak called, I stopped and turned away "I've heard there is a very rare, and extremely strong pokémon up on the mountain, don't pick a fight with it!" And I was gone. Headed towards the mountain.

Sometimes I wonder what would've happen if I had never gone up there.


That's it for now. Hopefully you like it!

Comments are greatly appreciated. But don't be too harsh! I'm a big softy X)