Lucario of House Arryn; or, The Jackal Flies High

(A Pokemon/ASOIAF crossover)

I had promised myself I wouldn't come back; that my days of fanfiction writing were behind me. But damn it, sometimes an idea just doesn't go away, and you need to write it down before you can focus on other things.

More or less originating from watching Pokemon Movie #10 (Lucario and the Mystery of Mew) after reading High Plains Drifter's stories with Captain America and a Roman Legion.

After sacrificing himself at the end of the movie, an unknown power sends him to reunite with Sir Aaron. Unfortunately, Aaron and Arryn sound alike, and he instead ends up in Westeros - specifically near the camp of Jon Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, before the Battle of The Trident. How will the arrival of a middle-tier Pokemon shake up the Game of Thrones?

Lucario felt weightless, floating in a vast emptiness. Slowly opening his eyes, he gazed out upon infinite abyss, space without end or direction. Was this the Negative Zone that the creation myth spoke about? Was this the Spirit World that ghost Pokemon went to and from? It must be, he thought. He was dead after all, wasn't he?

He thought back to what his last days had been. First, he attempted to warn everyone of the two approaching Pokemon armies, only for his Master, Sir Aaron, to trap him in some form of time crystal. Next thing he knows, he awakens when he feels Aaron's Aura again, only to find out that not only was it just a 10-year-old boy, but he had been trapped for a thousand years. The world had changed, and now his fellow creatures - now called "Pokemon" - were considered friends and partners, made to fight for fun. It had taken a several-day trip to the Tree of World's Beginning, and seeing the heroic and selfless nature of Ash Ketchum and his friends, did he realize how genuine their relationship with their Pokemon was, and how even Aaron abandoning him was to keep him safe as he sacrificed himself to keep Mew and the Tree safe. When Mew brought back the humans, and the Tree started to die, he in turn gave his life to keep everyone else safe. He went peacefully, secure in the knowledge he would see Sir Aaron again.

And now here he was… wherever here is. He looked around the emptiness, and saw nothing. No Sir Aaron, no ghost Pokemon, no anything.

Rather empty 'round here, isn't it?

Lucario quickly turned around, readying his energy for a fight. He blinked, though, when he saw who it was.

Palkia?! He exclaimed, awestruck before the God of Space. Why are you here? Where am I? Where's Sir Aaron?

Easy there, my Poke friend. The being smiled mischievously. I know you must be all kinds of confused right now, but let me try to explain some things to you. First off, I'm not actually Palkia - I just took this form, as it's the closest your mind could picture as an all-powerful entity who controls spacetime.

Lucario frowned. If you're not Palkia, He asked, Then what are you?

The not-Palkia laughed, and the abyss around them vibrated and shook. Oh, I go by many names, for I have been many faces. But for you, good Lucario… you can call me Jimmy.

…Jimmy?

Not impressive, true, but trust me, you wouldn't be able to pronounce my actual name. Secondly, as for where we are… well, technically you're dead. However, this isn't the afterlife you were expecting. He waved an arm at the general expanse. This is the space between spaces, the emptiness between dimensions. Great for parties. I live here when I'm not involved in mortal's affairs. Which brings me to Item #3; I've summoned you because I believe there's a world out there in desperate need of your particular talents.

Is that so?

Oh yes. This land is a place of treacherous men and deadly intrigue. But I fear that its heading down a path that even I, with all my power, may not be able to save. It needs someone with a sense of honor, of knowledge of justice and loyalty. And more importantly, it needs someone with the power to back up those ideals.

And you believe I'm up for this task?

Absolutely. Trust me when I tell you, where you're going, there's no one like you. "Jimmy" spread his arms wide, and Lucario felt energy building up around him. He felt increasingly light-headed, and started falling away from the entity. Will I see Sir Aaron again? He asked, as everything faded away.

In a manner of speaking, you could say that. Jimmy laughed, and everything turned black…

282 AC

Somewhere in the Riverlands, Westeros

Five days before the Battle of Ruby Ford

Jon Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie and Protector of the Vale, was deeply troubled as of late. The Mad King Aerys had declared Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon and himself traitors, and was gathering his forces to kill them. They had summoned their banner men in turn, and it was only a matter of time before they'd battle the Targaryens. Battles were always a tricky thing, and one could never know for sure that they could win a battle, let alone survive.

These things and more troubled him as he was relieving himself on a tree near his army's camp. However, as he finished up, he saw something flicker out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and stared as the air between the trees… opened up, for lack of a better term, and a strange looking dog fell out of it and collapsed onto the ground. As soon as the opening closed up again, he approached the dog. At least, he thought it was a dog - he'd never seen one that was blue, or had spikes, had weird appendages attached to his head. He kneeled down to the creature, and there was a brief moment where they locked eyes.

Sir Aaron…

Jon looked around, surprised by the voice. It almost sounded like it was inside his head. The dog sighed as it fell asleep, and Jon wondered aloud, "What in the Seven Hells are you?"