[This is the original draft of my story The Dropped Item written in spring 2013. This does not fully reflect the current quality, story, or direction of the story. When I make it available in the coming weeks, please read the revised version! Everything outside of these brackets is untouched from the original version. Please enjoy this look at my old writing style, dislike of paragraphs, and love of commas. Yours in everything that never happened in the show,

PokéRedstone - February 21, 2015]

Hello, I am currently in the middle of rewriting "Altomare Mash-Up" to be "The Search." So, don't worry, that's coming soon, I just kind of hit a writer's block. However, I came up with this idea for a story while playing White 2 and trying to get Sonrlax and Ralts. So, here is "The Dropped Item."

"Speech" - Talking

'Speech' - Thought

(Speech) – Author's Notes

*Onomatopoeia* - Sound

"Speech" – Writing

Rated T for Violence, Scary Scenes, and Romance

Ahem, well, I don't know how to do these hings very well, but: I do not own Pokémon!

Chapter I - A Dangerous Short Cut

Welcome, to the world of Pokémon! (At this moment I was thinking of the intro music in the fifth Pokémon movie.) A marvelous world only a few thoughts away from your imagination. Here live the amazing creatures known as pokémon! Many people live with pokémon as pet, some have them as helpers in their field of work, but most people choose to live with them as Pokémon Trainers. They create strong bonds and connections with each other through battling other trainers with the strategy of the trainer and the talents of the pokémon. And many trainers strive to be the best of them all, in this case, the Unova Pokémon League Champion! But none more so than the young man known as Nathaniel Joy. This young man has been waiting his entire life for his tenth birthday. On a child's tenth birthday they have the option to become a Pokémon Trainer. Young trainers in the Unova Region receive their first pokémon and Pokémon Trainer License from Professor Juniper. Nathaniel, who prefers to be called by Nate, is on his way to becoming a Pokémon Trainer! His story begins here.

'Snivy is a cool choice…' A young boy dreams of his first pokémon. 'Or maybe Tepig, that's such a cute one…' the clock on the side of his beck ticks on 'or possible Oshawott, it's such a funny pokémon.' *BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIING*

"AH!" shouted the young man as he fell out of bed. "Wait, what?" he said as he checked the time. "Stupid alarm!" said the boy as he chucked the clock across the room. He made his way to the bathroom to fix his spiky hair. "I hate this hair…" he muttered as he tried to tame the tangled monstrosity. When he decided it was as good as he would get it, the boy made his way to the kitchen.

He noticed a note on the table that said, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY! Sorry, but I had to take an extra shift this morning, but I'll be back by two. I left some sausage and eggs in the microwave to keep them warm. Also, Professor Juniper will be at the Trainer School at nine. I 3 U sweetie, Mom.

"Yes! FOOD!" he shouted, practically jumping at the microwave. He threw the door open and started to shovel the eggs down. He made his way to the living where he sat at the computer checking his Pokébook and Chatot. "All this stuff about some new chick on the Celebrity Channel. Wait, she's only my age, what? Well, stupid people can't be helped. She'll probably be killed by the internet, anyways. WAIT! IT'S TEN?!" he shouted as he dashed out the door. He stepped out into the morning sun and early city sounds and the cold hard street. 'I need to get to the school fast! I'll cut through the Centre site.' They boy ran and ran until he reached a large metal structure that looked as though it was some strange skeleton of steel. 'Yeah, I'll just cut through here.' The sounds were overwhelming as he made his way through the large dust clouds and obnoxious machines.

"Hey, Johnny! What have I told you about watching touching the crane! You still need a license for that thing!" a large, burly man shouted over the large noises.

"WHAT?" replied a young man, who was inside said crane operating it smoothly. He turned off the machine and turned his head out the window.

"I told you not to touch that thing!" the large man shouted.

"But it's not even holding anything!"

"Yeah, it's also past its inspection date, so get out!"

"Geez, you don't need be so rude." The boy muttered under his breath. As he moved out of the seat his elbow bumped two large, green levers upwards towards the windshield. The levers turned the machine on and sent the arm flying to the right. As it flew through the air, one of the loose claws on it broke off and went plummeting to the ground.

"CHAMP!" the young man heard a cry an went flying all he was able to see was as Machamp pushing throwing him as a large, metal object landed on its back. Next, he saw blackness.

"Machamp! Are you all right?" a worker said as he ran over to the large pokémon, who was on the ground.

"Champ." Responded the superpower pokémon, pointing at the young boy several metres away.

"Hey this kid's head is bleeding!" said another worker, already observing the boy.

"Hey someone call Chansey Flight! The nearest open critical care centre is in Nimbasa!"

"Hello, yes, operator, could you connect me to Chansey Flight, please. Yeah, I've got this kid here…"

(You get it, Mercy/Chansey, get it. No, really. Well, I thought it was funny.)

(30 Minutes Later)

"It's going to be okay Nathaniel. It's going to be okay." A woman chocked out words over her unconscious son as her and several other doctors rushed.

"I need a drip stat!" shouted one of the doctors.

"Bad concussion, possible brain injury…" a nurse said, listing off several symptoms and possible injuries.

"Amy, I'm afraid that we need to operate and you are not going to be any help in this condition. Just, please, wait outside."

"But he's my son!" shouted the nurse.

"And he's in critical condition, and you need your rest, you got here late last night. Just sleep in the break room. He'll be out faster."

The mother sighed loudly, wiping her tears. "I suppose…" reluctantly she left the boy's side as he was pushed into the operation room.

(Hospital scene, now I wanna watch House.)

(Several Hours Later)

"Is he okay?"

"Honestly, we have no idea, he seems stable, but to be frank, he may never wake up. And if he does, he'll never be a trainer."

Well, this is just the beginning. I actually am not watching House for a little while, because this is where I have decided to end the chapter. But, I am not going to stop writing, because I have so many ideas. I really like this story so far, and can't wait to continue.

Au Revoir! From BabyBassett821.