A/N: Wooooo~ Finally, a story on Pokémon SS/HG! Yeah! :D

Umm, yeah. I dunno. I've always liked Pokémon and many Pokémon stories, and now I'm finally getting around to writing one~ So… Onwards!

BTW, as a reader-insert, that means this story will have multiple blanks everywhere.

Key:
[Name] = your name
[E/C] = eye color; [H/C] = hair color; [M/N] = mother's name; etc~

Summary: Pft, as if adventures were for ten-year-olds. So maybe you were a few years late (try over five), but that doesn't mean you couldn't have the dream you've always wanted! …But first you need to make your damn Pokémon like you. AU. RI. Pairing?

~![Unexpected]!~![Happenings]!~

[•]

"Oh [Name], good, you're here."

The Professor chirped happily, glancing up from his work for a short moment before turning his attention back to whatever he was working on. His white lab coat swished around behind him – like a cool-looking cape! – as he paced back and forth hastily, carrying things and dropping them before jotting something down in a journal or two.

"…Um, yeah."

You shifted from one leg to another, your gaze following after his scurrying form as you crossed your arms underneath your chest. "Was there something you needed…?"

"Oh yes!" He dropped whatever he was holding with a grin, completely ignorant to the resounding crash as the device fell to the floor before walking to his computer.

Wow, ADD much?

"You know of my research right? Well, looooong ago, when Pokéballs weren't invented yet, people used to walk beside Pokémon!"

He paused, turning to you with a wide smile, before it faltered slightly at your deadpan stare and the impatient tapping of your foot. He cleared his throat, smiling nervously. "Aha, anyway…"

"I want you to choose a Pokémon from that device over there. Walk with it, see the relationships that will bond between Pokémon and people."

Your gaze shifted over to the machine, and you stared a bit, before turning back to the professor. "Thanks but no thanks, Elm."

He blinked, dropping his smile as a look of pure shock and panic entered his system. "W-what? Why not!?"

"Weeeell," You drawled, glancing over your shoulder indifferently, "You seem to assume that I want to go on an adventure, you know, have a Pokémon partner and travel the lands."

Looking back at him, your gaze was apathetic, and slightly unnerving to the dopey professor who was expecting elated cheers, "I assure you, that is the complete opposite. I'm perfectly fine with staying here all my life. Besides…"

At this, your eyes hardened slightly, "Who else can take care of my mother except me? She's a sickly person, Elm – always have been, always will."

Elm smiled softly, understanding where you were coming from, "I think… Everyone deserves a chance on exploring the world, don't they? Even if you're fine with staying home," He paused, smiling again, and there was a mysterious twinkle in his eyes, "I still think you should go out and try. You never know right?"

Taking a step closer and gently shoving you in the direction of the machine, he continued, "And don't worry about your mother. I can check up on her everyday – if you want."

As you continued to stare blankly at the three Pokéballs shining in the light with an uncertain frown on your face, he added, "It can't hurt [Name]. You never had a chance when you were younger, but you can always start now. Just take one."

You tore away, glancing to the side instead. "Whatever. Look, Elm, I appreciate the effort, but it's hard getting money, and I don't have any supplies and—"

He interrupted, a large, mysterious smile slipping onto his face. "Go talk to your mother. Come back when you're done."

"By the way~" He called, watching your form halt in your step, and he grinned slyly, "Taking the Pokémon league challenge offers a lot of money~ More than enough for you to be set for life."

You were half-tempted to sock him one, run into your house, lock the door and never leave, and half-tempted to snatch a Pokémon and run away, supplies or not.

Either way, you just couldn't get out of there fast enough.

[•]

"Here. This was the bag you were supposed to get when you were little."

Your mother tossed the brand-new-looking-bag-except-for-the-layer-of-dust-covering-it after brushing off most of the dust-Bunearies. You stared at it blankly, nearly incredulous, before looking up at your mother as she started to speak.

"When you were ten, I made you miss your opportunity because I was sick. When you were eleven, Ethan's Marill decided to soak you with a Water Gun and you rolled down a hill, breaking your arm and spraining your ankle. You missed out on whatever Professor Elm had planned that day. I never received another wish on getting a Pokémon after that Christmas list when you were thirteen. I just thought you gave up, that maybe you just didn't want to go on an adventure now that you were growing up."

She stared at you hard, eyes narrowing at the bag in your hands, "And that was the worst mistake of my life. It's about time you left the house. I'm not going to have you take care of me again like when you were ten. I'm not about to let you miss this opportunity because of me."

She smiled slightly, "You'll do fine, [Name]. I believe in you. And when you're all done, finally figured out what you were supposed to do in life, then you can come home," She stepped in front of you, stroking your hair carefully as if you were a little girl again, "And I'll be here. And I'll listen to the stories you have to tell."

You were speechless, "Mom…"

Gently prying the bag from your fingers, she responded, a small, sad smile plastered on her face, "Now, let's go register your PokéGear."

[•]

"So [Name], after picking a Pokémon, I'd like you to run an errand for me," Elm stated cheerfully, to which you deadpanned.

…Was that the only reason as to why he was giving you a Pokémon? To be some errand girl?

"So [Name]!" He grinned, urging you to step closer to the machine (again), "What Pokémon are you interested in getting? Water? Fire? Grass?"

"I don't care," You murmured disinterestedly, staring at the floor inside and randomly pointing.

"…You're not pointing to anythi—"

"I'll take this one, okay? This one!" You spat out, harshly snatching the middle Pokéball out of its holder.

"Oh, great! That one is—" Professor Elm chirped, but was interrupted – again – when the ball started to twitch violently, before the top half sprung open and a white light erupted from the ball, aiming towards the floor.

You winced at the brightness and scrunched up your face, unused to such features. The light took form and you found yourself staring at a tiny, green…

"Chiko~"

"Oh hell no."

A/N: I wanna make the reader badass! –ish shot- Okay, well, there's a thing with this reader that differs from all the other OCs/main protagonists in my past Pokémon stories (that will never see the light of day due to them being written at a young age) and yeah. I'm experimenting. Basically.

And well, for the team of the reader… Well, we shall see. I'm also open to suggestions! :)

Later!