Title: Misplaced

Author: Katie

Warnings: Crossover. Slightly AU for both GWing, and Pokemon. Endless Waltz never happened (I just couldn't make it fit). Violence.

Rating: PG-13, rating subject to change.

Pairings: Ash/Misy

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or Gundam Wing. Pokemon and its respective characters are a copyright of Nintendo, Game Freak, and 4-Kids

Entertainment. Gundam Wing and its respective characters is a copyright of

Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, and BANDAI.

Archive: You want it? Take it. Just email me to let me know first, and give me credit.

A week had passed. A week since he had ended up in this strangely peaceful world. A week since he had gone to J's lab to destroy the remaining equipment. A week since he had decided to destroy his own gun and other weapons along with the lab. And a week since he had failed to do that, or had mostly failed. He was sure that the lab was in ruins, his own weapons, however, were intact. Not that they were really needed in this strange new world he was in. Those weapons seemed even less needed here than they were in his own world after the war. Still, he had not gotten rid of them. He couldn't now, not when he was so…misplaced.

Heero stopped for a moment, eyes scanning the area around him, unconsciously looking for enemies, while determining were he was. He was on a path in the sparsely lit woods, heading for the city that they were named after, Viridian. His eyes met with trees, and dense undergrowth, both adding to the cool atmosphere of the woods. The occasional…pokemon …running across the path, or flitting from tree to tree. Deciding that he was still heading south, and had not wandered onto one of the many side-paths, Heero continued on.

He had arrived in this…place directly outside of a town called Pewter. There, he had learned bits and pieces about this new world which he was in. He had learned that this world had not had a war for over one hundred years, that the people here were friendly, helpful, and could be trusted. Not that he ever would. That anyone could be a potential enemy was too deeply ingrained into his very being. Still, Heero asked discreet questions, and listened in on conversations. Not only did he learn that people in this world seemed kind, but also that their livelihoods, indeed, their very economy revolved around the animals, the pokemon that also inhabited this world.

The pokemon. The very concept of animals that could breath fire, ice, or do any multitude of other things was more than a little strange to Heero. In fact it was probably more foreign to him than it would have been to someone else, as fairytales about magical creatures like dragons and unicorns had not been a part of his upbringing. Of course, fairytales of any kind had not been a part of his upbringing. Still, he had been trained to adjust quickly to new situations, changes that occur within and around battle. That same training also extended outside of battle, and he had adjusted. In fact, he had come to appreciate the creatures, as it seemed that it was because of the peoples' focus on them, that they had no desire to conquer each other. Still, he was Heero, and thus he didn't believe that this utopia-like world was truly as peaceful as it seemed.

He found that he was right, when he had heard murmurs of Team Rocket. From what he had heard, they stole pokemon. Also, from what he had heard, he felt that Team Rocket was after far more than pokemon. The organization seemed too widespread and too well organized to be a simple gang of thieves. No, Heero was sure that they had bigger plans. Plans that centered around the want of power. It was just too bad that the majority of the decidedly few people he had met thought that they were, indeed, nothing more than a simple gang of thieves. Still, he had gotten the idea that that was how Team Rocket was generally viewed.

As he continued down the path, Heero shook is head causing his dark bangs to flutter gently. He really hadn't heard enough about Team Rocket to make that kind of judgement yet. That was one of the reasons why he was heading to Viridian. That, and Viridian was a larger town, making it easier to blend in, and gather information and supplies. Information on Team Rocket was secondary, however, to the information that he was truly looking for: information about the technology of this world, and scientists with theories of inter-dimensional travel.

It was a theory that he knew little about, but he knew that it was possible. He was walking through the proof of it. Dr. J's lab had contained a machine that, theoretically, could create miniature black holes. J had been working on it to try and develop a new type of power source. Heero had been sure that the old man had never quite gotten it to work. Still, he had removed some of the key components from the machine before he had set explosives to the lab to be safe. Somehow though, it had activated while Heero had been applying the finishing touches to the explosives.

The cause of its activation could have been any number of things, but a power surge seemed most likely. The colony had been experiencing quite a few of those recently. It didn't really matter how it had activated though. No, it was what happened after it activated that was important. Even though some of the machine's main component's had been removed, a small black hole had formed. The containment unit for the black hole had been damaged prior to Heero's arrival, and obviously the black hole 'got loose'. Immediately papers, equipment, circuit boards -- anything not bolted down -- was pulled into it. As he had struggled against its immense pull, trying to shut down the machine, the only thing allowing it to exist, the small ball of tightly packed density collided with an antimatter generator. A moment later, Heero had been able to shut down the machine. He was a few moments too late, however. When the miniature black hole had collided with the antimatter generator, something…new…had formed.

Where there had been a small black ball of emptiness, there was now a rather large yellow sphere. It glowed; softly illuminating the rows of equipment, most in some state of disrepair, all covered in a thin layer of dust. However, it had not lost its pull. In fact, the pull had become stronger, and Heero had found himself being dragged in. That hadn't stopped him from pressing the detonator though. As he was dragged into the glowing yellow ball, the lab exploded around him.

When he had emerged on the other side, he rolled out of the way of the flames that he instinctively knew would follow him. Follow him they did, a continuous stream scorched the ground black a mere three feet from where he was. It did not last long however, for the glowing blue ball of energy abruptly fell in on itself, disappearing entirely and cutting off the flame. As Heero stood up, looking around the area he was in, his mind automatically went over the numerous things that were wrong. First, he was on Earth, whereas before he had been inside a space colony. Next, as he went though the details of what had happened, he realized that the ball, that had been yellow on the colony, was blue here. Also, where the yellow ball had sucked things in, the blue ball had blown things out. Among all of the scrap from the lab that had been scattered was a backpack, the backpack that he had used to temporarily store his weapons, as well as a few other supplies. Putting it on, Heero had then headed off in the direction of a town that he could see in the distance. It wasn't until he had arrived at that town, that Heero found out that he was no longer on his Earth.

As he continued down the path, with these thoughts running through his mind, part of him constantly was looking and listening for danger. It wasn't anything that he did consciously, and it was something he would never be able to undo, but it was useful. The sound of foot steps ahead of him, moving towards him, had him off of the path, and hidden in the forest in an instant. Silently berating himself for his paranoia, Heero waited for the person to pass him. Soon, a young girl came by. She looked no older than twelve or thirteen, and was wearing genes and a purple blouse. She had short black hair and she an open green jacket over her shoulders, as well as a backpack. At her side walked a Pokemon. It was purple with a long purple horn on its head, purple spikes down its back, and large purple ears. Both the backpack and the pokemon identified her as a trainer. Heero stayed hidden, not really wanting to be mistaken for a trainer again (it had happened twice before because of his backpack), and because at the moment he really didn't feel like talking. Still, that didn't stop him from listening as the girl talked to her pokemon.

"I can't believe that we're on our way to Pewter Gym! I just wish that the gym in Viridian wasn't closed. Oh well, we can always find another gym, right Nidorino?" asked the girl.

Nodding enthusiastically the pokemon responded, "Nido nidori rino."

Sighing the girl asked yet another question, "This is going to be our fourth badge. We can win this right?"

"Rino, ri ri dor nido!!!" was the response.

"That is the spirit, how long do…" the girl's voice faded as she moved up the path and out of hearing range.

Heero waited for the other two people that he could hear to pass. Soon enough two men appeared. They were wearing black clothing with large red R's on their chests. They were trying to be quiet, and making it more than obvious that they were trying to sneak up on the girl that had just walked by. Both signified to Heero, who had only been in this world for a week, that they were members of Team Rocket. He waited, muscles tensed, until they were abreast of his hiding spot. Leaping forward, moving impossibly fast, he almost casually knocked both of the Rockets out. They never even saw what hit them. Grunting slightly, he dragged them both into the underbrush. Doing a quick search he relieved them of one gun each, several clips of ammo, four pokeballs, and around $500. Leaving the pokeballs with the Rockets, he stowed the rest of the items in his backpack. People that incompetent shouldn't have guns, and Heero wasn't bothered with stealing money from thieves. He had done far worse things in his short life. Besides, his rather significant lack of funds was now no longer an issue. Checking the pulses and pupil's of their eyes, Heero determined that the Rockets would be out for at least three hours. Plenty of time for that girl to get away, even if she hadn't known that she was in danger. Satisfied, Heero moved back to the path and continued his journey towards Viridian.

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At age 15, Ash Ketchum was still as exuberant as ever, becoming excited over the smallest of things. At the moment his excitement was due to his mother serving chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. As usual his excitement was the cause of both amusement and annoyance in his three best friends, Pikachu, Misty, and Brock. Simultaneously, the three decided on amused, and conversation started up at the table.

"Could you pass that syrup over here please?" asked Misty. Misty had matured over the years, she was no longer quite as scrawny looking. Her fiery red hair was longer, but still kept back in a ponytail. She was taller also, but to her frustration, she was now the shortest one in the group. She was at least half a head shorter than Ash, who, after a few growth spurts, was now nearly six feet in height. Her temper was still intact and as violent as ever, but she had it under better control, or so she claimed. Her love of water pokemon was as strong as it ever was, and it was partly for that reason that she had begun to take up some responsibilities of her family's gym in Cerulean. In fact, the four of them were planing to head there the next day.

"These pancakes are great Mrs. Ketchum!" This complement came from Brock. The rock trainer was still the tallest of the group, and was still the mediator. He didn't mind though, he found keeping Ash and Misty from trying to kill each other amusing. However, he had found himself playing mediator less often, and was beginning to believe Misty's claim of having better control of her temper. That was fine with him though, as this made traveling more pleasant. Recently for Brock though, the most excitement came from his plans for a rather unconventional breeding center that would be located near his hometown of Pewter. Even more excitingly for Brock, a Nurse Joy from Celadon had agreed to help him. There was no romance involved yet, but for once, Brock was willing to take it slow.

"That's because my Mom is the best cook in the world!" exclaimed Ash proudly. Even though he was still excitable, for the most part he was now able to keep a calm head when necessary. His goal to be a pokemon master had yet to fulfill itself, but that just made him more determined. He had come in fourth this year at the Indigo League, and third in Johto. He no longer became upset when he lost in the league, and was always more determined to do better the next year. And he did just that. Each time he competed in a league, his rank rose. Needless to say, he had become an even more extraordinary trainer, and was beginning to earn the notice of those who ran the leagues.

"Pika ka pikachu, pik Pikapi?" [It's as good as Brock's, right Ash?] asked Pikachu. Pikachu was still the same, not wanting to evolve, and not really needing to. The last time Professor Oak had tried to test his level, Pikachu had ended up completely destroying all of the equipment used to measure electrical output. Well, Oak had asked Pikachu to use a full strength Thunder attack, so it really wasn't Pikachu's fault. Professor Oak hadn't been angry, only frustrated, and had declared Pikachu's level 'undeterminable'.

"You bet, Pikachu," was all Ash took the time to say, before digging back into his breakfast.

Delighted at the praise, Delia Ketchum murmured a "Thank you" as she sat down at the table with her son and his friends. Mrs. Ketchum hadn't changed much over the years. She was still an energetic and happy woman who loved to garden. It was a pastime that she never tired of, and she focused most of her time on it since Mr. Mime did the majority of the housework. It was a deal that worked out well, since she wouldn't be able to stop Mimey if she wanted to. What made her happiest though, was that for the past three or so years, her son had been spending more time at home.

It was true. After the first time Ash had competed in the Johto league championships he immediately started looking for another league to train in. He had found several. However these leagues presented two problems. The first was that a person had to have, at least once, been in the top ten in either the Indigo or Johto leagues. At the time that in itself was a problem as he had been in the top sixteen in the Indigo League, and the top eleven in Johto. Still, he could have entered the next year when he had reached the top ten in both, had it not been for the second problem. That problem was the requirement that one had to be at least eighteen years of age in order to compete.

After the frustration that that rule had caused had died down, Ash and his friends (both of whom were beginning to have obligations at or near home) had come up with a plan. They decided to keep traveling together, but instead of roaming across the county, they would move between Pallet, Cerulean, and Pewter, staying in each town for several months. This plan couldn't have worked out better for them. After so many years of constant traveling, staying in one place for more than a few months seemed unnatural to them.

It was also a vital part to Brock's breeding center plans, which had been inspired by Togepi, now Togetic. Brock had noticed that the togepi was more socialized, intelligent, and learned faster than most breeding center pokemon. He hypothesized that it was due to all of the traveling and interaction with many different people and pokemon. With this in mind, he had found a partner, Nurse Joy, to run the stationary part of the center while he took several of the babies (with mothers and/or fathers of course) on trips that would last several months. Then he would return to the center and pick up a new group to start the process over. None of this had happened yet, but they were getting close.

This arraignment of circular travel also worked well for Misty. It allowed her to spend time at her family's gym, helping out and often improving things, but it also allowed her to get away from her sisters when they became too much for her.

Lastly, it was great for Ash. The traveling kept both him and his pokemon in shape. There were lots of people to challenge in the area, helping to improve both his and his pokemon's battle skills.

Surprisingly enough, Gary Oak would occasionally join the trio. He and Ash had one day decided to forget the enmity they had for each other, if not their rivalry. It was obvious that they would always be rivals, but at least now they were friendly ones. The chance of one winning in a battle against the other was about fifty-fifty, unless Ash used Pikachu. The electric mouse was now near unbeatable. Needless to say, that although the groups range of wandering had decreased, they still experienced plenty of excitement.

Finished eating, Ash looked at Misty and Brock. "So, what time do you think we should leave tomorrow?"

After thinking for a minute, Brock answered, "Well, I was planing to reach Viridian by the afternoon. I need to pick up some supplies. That means that we'll have to leave here around eight or nine."

"I agree with Brock. He isn't the only one who wants to get some shopping done!" Piped in Misty.

Surprising a groan about the early wake up call and shopping with Misty, Ash managed to answer, "Ok, but you're going to have to wake me and Pikachu up, just remember that."

Moving to his trainer's shoulder in a show of support, Pikachu nodded grimly adding a, "Pi pikachu." [That's right]. for emphasis.

"You've gotten as bad as Ash when it comes to waking up. It is wonder that both of you aren't asleep right now," stated Misty shaking her finger at them in mock annoyance.

Rolling his eyes, Brock decided to intervene, although it wasn't really necessary. "All right you three, that's enough. Why don't we all head over to Professor Oak's lab. You do still wanna pick up Togetic today, don't you Misty?"

Misty snorted. "Of course. If we're all set, then why don't we leave now?"

"Sounds good to me," agreed Ash.

"Pika pika." [Me too] said Pikachu before leaping off of Ash's shoulder and rushing through the kitchen and living room, dodging under and around furniture only to have to wait at the door.

Laughing at the little pokemon's antics, the trio got up, and thanked Mrs. Ketchum for the wonderful breakfast before saying good bye.

The walk to Professor Oak's lab was short, but that didn't stop the group from enjoying the beautiful day. The sun was bright, making the green grass and trees seem to almost glow. A gently breeze stirred the warm air. It was the type of day that makes one feel energized and alive. No one in the group was an exception. Pikachu would race ahead, and then race back to circle the group before running ahead again. Ash was practically bouncing with energy, and Misty found herself skipping half the time. As Brock walked he seemed half-ready to follow either Misty's or Ash's example and ended up doing something halfway between a bounce and a skip. Needless to say, everyone was in a very good mood, and just a little hyper when they reached the professor's front door.

Pikachu jumped back up onto his accustomed perch on Ash's shoulder just as his trainer reached up to knock on the door. After a short wait the door was opened to reveal Tracey, who seemed in as good a mood as the rest of them.

Tracey waved hello as he spoke. "Hi guys! Come in. How are you all doing?"

"We are doing great!" exclaimed Ash as they walked into the lab. Pikachu 'piiied' his agreement.

"We are," agreed Misty, Brock echoing her.

As they followed Tracey deeper into the lab, Brock asked, "How are you doing Tracey? Anything interesting going on around here?"

"I'm fine. There are a million interesting things going on in the lab. For instance right now the professor and I are working to see if pidgey migration is affected at all by the large electrical fields put out by some power plants." stated Tracey who then went on to explain about electric and magnetic fields, most of which went the trio's heads. Lucky Tracey's physics lecture was put on hold as they arrived at the area of the lab that held Professor Oak and Togetic.

Looking up from his work as Togetic flew into Misty's arms, Professor Oak greeted them. "Hello Ash. Pikachu. Misty. Brock." He nodded his head at each as he said their name. "How are all of you doing this lovely morning?"

As she fussed over Togetic, Misty answered, "We're all fine Professor. How was Togetic? She didn't cause you any problems, did she?"

"No, not at all. She was very cooperative. Thank you for letting me have her for the day, I know you miss her when she's gone." Said the Professor with a smile.

"I do, but that's ok. I'm glad that Togetic was able to help you," replied Misty.

"What did you need Togetic for anyway Professor?" asked Ash as he scratched Pikachu under the chin.

"Yeah, I'm curious too," stated Brock.

"Me too, when you tried to explain it before, something came up and you left before you could say anything," reminded Misty.

"Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Some information about the electric fields around one of the power plants had just come in, and I wanted to take a look at it right away. Anyway, the reason why I wanted to look at Togetic is quite simple. You see, I had noticed that while pokemon in the Kanto region all have attack capabilities or both attack and defensive capabilities, some pokemon in the Johto region have only defensive capabilities."

Ash, Misty and Brock nodded their understanding, and the professor continued.

"Well, as you know, I haven't had many chances to study pokemon from Johto. Togetic provided me with an opportunity to study a pokemon with only defensive type moves. Well, if you don't count metronome anyway. That's about it really. Once again, thank you for letting me borrow Togetic."

Soon, the conversation turned to old times and it wasn't long before Professor Oak invited the three to spend the day in the large outdoor part of the lab. He also gave Tracey the day off to join them stating that it was too nice of a day outside for young people to be indoors. His invitation was accepted enthusiastically, and Misty, Brock, and Ash with Pikachu still on his shoulder promptly left to pack their bags. They figured that they would to tired to do so when they got back that night. It didn't take long and soon all five of them were in the huge area outside of the lab, with all of their pokemon lose, both playing and training for the rest of the day.

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A/N: Well, there it is. My first fanfic ever posted! I am sorry to say that I don't know if the other pilots are going to show up. It is a possibility, but at the moment it is highly unlikely. Please review!!!