My god. I'm actually writing something! This is like literally a first in two years. Writers block is fantastic, especially one that lasts for more than a year 8). But anyway, this is something I've had in mind for absolutely ages now. Ever since I bought Heart Gold again (I lost my original copy aaaaaaages ago :c ) and beat Team Rocket again, it made me like, kinda obsessed with Team Rocket LMFAO

Anyway, the summary: (I'm terrible at summaries, by the way)

When Elizabeth is forced into joining Team Rocket, a complication arises which results in her Pokémon getting stolen by Proton instead of her joining the notorious ranks. She then manages to join them in disguise – but ends up getting found out by Proton, whom is keeping a "watchful" eye on her due to his belief that she is trying to bring Team Rocket down. When things start turning for the worst, how will Elizabeth cope in her isolation and an increasing threat? rated T for minor swearing + violence later on. Starts a little before Slowpoke Well and ends after the Radio Tower.

Edit: 19/3/13 - this is now a PetrelxOC story! bit of a turning point, I know, but the plot is pretty much staying the same. Well, sort of LMFAO

Uh okay so this chapter is really long and drags on... the plot doesn't really start until chapter 2. This is more of an introduction chapter than an interesting chapter. So if you read this and think "God, this is terrible" at least try and read the next chapter, as that's when the plot actually starts. The first paragraph is literally an introduction and is just there to get a bit of a grasp on a few things, such as identity and stigma. Also, the last paragraph is really short as I felt as if the first chapter was dragging on long enough as it was LMFAO ugh the first chapter is always so boringggggggg

disclaimer: i do not own pokemon, the only thing i own are my lame ass ocs


Prologue

I'll always remember the worst decision of my life. But I can't say that it was one I'd totally regret; even though I could not fully class it as my own decision. The nightmare started when my Mother ran into the house after taking my brother to the bug catching contest in the national park near Goldenrod city. They went every Thursday night and came back without any trouble, but this time, something was different. The way she was breathing made her look exhausted, and the way my brother was staring at me made me notice something. His eyes were bloodshot. My mother ran up to me and hugged me, before she announced the news that couldn't help but make me give a wry smile.

"Team Rocket is back".

I can't completely say that when my Mother told me that Team Rocket were back, I believed her outright from the start. I rolled my eyes at her – Team Rocket had no reason to be back. Their leader – I can't remember his name. It was Giovanette, or something like that – had disbanded them three years ago in Kanto, our neighbour region. I remember the news like the back of my hand, they had tried to take over Silph Co. and had been brought down by a young boy. If they were weak enough to be brought down by a young boy, why on earth would they attempt to come back? On top of that, the leader had been missing ever since, so they would have no sort of leader or anybody of higher ranking. Unless the bumbling grunts had finally built some sort of hierarchy among their selves.

"Mother. How do you know that they're back? They've been gone for three years and their leader is missing. You know that the chance that they're back is slim to nothing."

"Then why on earth did two men dressed in black with huge R's plastered on them steal your brother's Beedrill?"

...Huston, we have a problem.


Chapter 1: Of Beedrill and Raticates.

Before I get in depth with everything, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth Frank. I'm 17 – almost 18, and I'm a rather boring person. I can't say that I'm dull, to be fair, but most of the people I know have said that I put on a cold shell to strangers and then once I know them, I'm a rather nice person. I've been living in Ecruteak City for the best part of 10 years now. I was born in Olivine city, as my Father was a sailor, and it was convenient for our family to live there, so whenever Father would arrive after one of his trips abroad he could come home easily. My Mother hated it there, though. She hated the chaos of the harbour and hated the smell of the fish. However, one day, we received news from one of Father's co-workers that he had met another woman on his travels, and was not coming back. Mother was devastated. I didn't really understand what was going on, but once we moved away from our home in Olivine and moved into an old, creaky house in the middle of Ecruteak, I understood fully that Father was not coming back. However, it turns out that Mother was also pregnant at the time, and shortly after our move to Ecruteak she gave birth to my brother, Elliot. We dealt fine without Father – Mother worked in Goldenrod City in the Radio tower at the welcome desk, and had a pretty well paying job. So the fact that we were living closer to her job was a bonus for her. I was also a fairly good trainer as I got older, and got a lot of money from battling.

Life sounds all fine and dandy - but there is one problem. I am rather lonely.

On my travels around Johto, I had lost connection with my friends as I was too caught up in battling and raising up my team of idiots.

My idiots are the only true friends I have – they are my Kabutops, Gengar and Tentacruel.

My Kabutops is my oldest Pokémon – and not just because it was a fossil. At one of my days out at the beach in Olivine when I was around 5, I found a fossil in the sand. It turns out it was the fossil of a Kabuto, and for my birthday I had it re-animated. I was 15 when it evolved, and it terrified my brother because of its huge scythes. I got my Gengar in my old house, just before we moved. It had always been quite a creepy house, electronics would turn off and on by their selves, furniture would move around without us touching it and at night we could often hear laughing. It turned out to be a Gastly, and when we spotted it at dinner, I grabbed the first thing I could find – a Poké Ball – and threw it at it. It evolved into a Haunter quite soon after that, and I did a double trade with a trainer I met on my travels which eventually evolved it into a Gengar. My last idiot is my Tentacruel. I went swimming near Mt. Mortar when I was around 12, and a Tentacool attached itself to me – literally. I had to get it surgically removed off me, but even after I had a scar from its tentacles, I found myself quite attached to it, and ended up keeping it. Irony!

However. This is no longer an introduction and more like a particularly bizarre story. After an hour of my Mother being hysterical with Elliot, she picked up the phone and was about to phone up the police.

"Mother, are you sure you want to get the police involved?" I asked her – knowing that the police would hardly be willing to accept the return of Team Rocket.

"Why shouldn't I? They stole from your brother – god knows what else they'd do if they're willing to steal from a child!" She retaliated, her bloodshot eyes quivering at me.

"But the police are busy investigating the robbery at Professor Elm's lab. I'm perfectly happy with trying to find them and trying to get back Elliot's Beedrill." I replied to her, coiling my fingers around the phone to try and get it off her.

"But they're strong!"

"Mother – I have seven gym badges."

"What if they steal your Pokémon off you?"

"Elliot's Beedrill is level 13. My Pokémon are all above level 45. I'll be fine."

"...If you say so. But if something bad happens to you then I won't think twice about calling the police."

"Thank you, mother." I replied coolly, putting the phone down. I walked up into my bedroom and noticed Kabutops was sprawled out across the floor.

"Strange thing." I laughed to myself, crouching over to it. "Kabuuuuuuuutops, wake up!" I chimed to him, sounding happier than I had done in a while. I didn't feel comfortable around my Mother, as a child she didn't pay much attention to me - even once her and Father had split up. Then once she gave birth, she gave all of her attention to Elliot. I only looked at my Pokémon to be my real family. Kabutops's eyes flickered open and stared at me in annoyance, and as he stood up, leaning on his scythes, he pointed his head in annoyance at the clock. 10pm. A rather odd time to be waking somebody up.

"Sorry about that, but we're going on an adventure!" I shouted enthusiastically at him, sarcasm apparent in my voice. I looked down at my carpet and noticed that Kabutops had slashed it even more – the whole house had its carpets covered in slits from where Kabutops had walked. The reason being is I don't keep Kabutops in a Poké ball. When it was a Kabuto, It just clung onto my shoulder and refused to go into a ball. So when it evolved, it was a bit of a problem as it literally refused to go into a Poké ball unless it was urgent. I got out of my pyjamas and got changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, looking in the mirror as I brushed my brown hair back into a messy ponytail. After ramming my feet into an old pair of sneakers, I shoved my other two Poké balls into my pocket, put my Pokégear in the other and ran out of my room, Kabutops lumbering after me. As I hurled myself downstairs, Kabutops inched its way down them – walking down stairs was always a problem for it.

"Bye, Mother" I shouted at her, before walking out of the white chipped door.

The dark had been around for a few hours now, being it January, and it was cold outside. As I shut the door, I breathed a sigh of stress, my breath trailed out of my mouth and spiralled out into the atmosphere. Stars were absent as the clouds closed off any sort of light from the black sky. I looked around at the Ecruteak buildings, history still reflected from them as we walked along the cobbled paths and trudged past the dance theatre. I never felt comfortable around the kimono girls, they were always too happy, and even if something bad happened to them they would not defend their selves. Many of the people my age wanted to be them – I wanted to be away from them. We walked south past the Ecruteak gate which led to a dense route of forest, and alas, led me to two suspicious looking men in black. I instantly recognised them as being in Team Rocket as they had a blazing, red R on the front of their chest. Rolling up my sleeves, I approached them, Kabutops following me unenthusiastically. They glared at me as I stopped in front of them.

"So... have either of you seen a Beedrill?" I asked them nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow to emphasise my question.

"Even if we did, we wouldn't tell you, brat!" One of them replied at me angrily – trying to intimidate me.

"Manners, guys, manners. 'Cause if you were in possession of a certain Beedrill – it'd be best for you to hand it over now before anything gets... y'know, messy."

"We don't do weak bug Pokémon – this is your last warning before we thrash you!"

"Fine." I ended the conversation, stepping back to let Kabutops go in front of me. The grunts growled at me and released two Koffings. I didn't mind certain Pokémon – but Koffings were the bane of my life. They stank, they always poisoned my Pokémon, and on top of that, they always made my eyes water due to their noxious fumes.

"Two against one? Can't you fight fair?" I smirked at them, as I reached into my pocket and grabbed Tentacruel's Poké ball. "Go, Tentacruel!"

A white flash surrounded the clearing as my Tentacruel loomed into the battle, it's tentacles uncurling out into a chaos of brown. Kabutops nodded at it as it walked over to stand next to the leering sea-creature.

"Tentacruel, use Surf – but mix it in with Kabutops's Rock Slide!" I commanded. Suddenly, a huge tidal wave appeared behind Tentacruel and a cluster of Rocks merged into it, and it slammed into the Koffings, KO-ing them instantly.

"Appears that I've won – now give me back that Beedrill." I smiled, standing in the middle of my two Pokémon as I watched the two Koffings sink into the floor. The grunts looked at me in annoyance as a red flash returned the deflated orbs.

"Listen, brat, we don't have a Beedrill!" One shouted at me, getting ready to run.

"Not so fast – Tentacruel – use wrap on them and make sure they don't escape!" I ordered my Tentacruel and its long, coiling tentacles wrapped around the grunts' waists and suspended them in air almost immediately after I told it to. "You sure you don't have a Beedrill? 'Cause I wouldn't want to be in your position right now."

"Ugh – You're mad!" One of them shouted at me, glaring at me with pure hate.

"I'm not mad – I'm just looking for my brother's Pokémon"

"Fine – have it your way!" The other shouted, causing the other grunt to flinch. I ordered Tentacruel to release him, and he threw a slime-covered Poké Ball at me. I pointed at Tentacruel to release the other and smiled at them.

"See – Look what happens when you co-operate!" I grinned before returning Tentacruel in a haze of red light.

"You'll pay for this!" One of them shouted at me before running away into the forest, the other one bumbling after him in a flurry.

When I arrived home, Elliot was looking at me expectantly – his eyes flicking around for any sign of a Poké ball in which his Beedrill was in. I smiled at him and threw the ball back at him, the excitement apparent in his face. Mother walked over me to start saying her normal words of gratitude: 'Thank you so much Elizabeth, I have no idea what I'd do without you!' until Elliot emitted a shout of shock. We turned around instantly and noticed instead of the Beedrill that we were both so used to, a particularly nasty looking Raticate was in its place. I smacked my head in annoyance and Mother rushed over to Elliot. Snatching the ball from his hand, she withdrew the snapping fleabag and threw the ball on the sofa, ordering Elliot to go upstairs. Elliot scampered up and darted out of the room, and my Mother grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Elizabeth. You need to join Team Rocket." She snapped at me as Elliot's footsteps ran across our heads.

"Mother, calm down – you're being hysterical again." I held her by her wrists and removed her fixated clamps from my shoulders.

"I am NOT being hysterical Elizabeth – Team Rocket were only beaten by somebody who ended up becoming the league champion from Kanto – and you know how much stronger Kanto as a region is compared to us! Considering that even a low grunt was in possession of that thing-" she tilted her head towards the pokéball "-it obviously shows that they are a lot stronger this time!"

"Mother, they were beaten by a child, and I just beat them without hesitation myself."

"But that child went on to defeat the elite four and become the champion. You know they're going to gain control!"

"They're not though!"

"FINE. If Team Rocket come back and steal all of our possessions and make our lives a living hell, I am putting the blame completely on you."

Wow. So my own Mother is emotionally blackmailing me? She's really lost the plot this time. I wouldn't mind leaving this household though-

"Forget that – If you don't do it by tomorrow morning, consider yourself moving out."

...What. She just read my mind.

"Mother, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes Elizabeth - I am completely and utterly okay. I couldn't feel better than this even if I tried!"

Mother used sarcasm. I should perhaps do this shit.

"Okay, Mother. I'll join Team Rocket. I just hope you're happy with forcing your only daughter into joining an internationally known crime syndicate." I rolled my eyes at her in frustration. Her eyes lit up and her ominous mood faded away almost instantly

"I knew you'd come through, Elizabeth!" She smiled at me, hugging me as she did so.

Well. My mother just forced me to become a criminal. Right then.


I am SO SORRY that this chapter dragged on... there was just so much that needed to be said before I actually delved into the plot and stuff. Almost 3000 words, though. Christ. The most I normally write for a chapter is around 1000 words – but 3000 words? My god. I deserve awards.

Jk no I don't, but yeah. Review if you want – I don't mind criticism if it is actually telling me how to improve or what my weak points are. I also appreciate it if you have the balls to say it to my face - I really won't think of you being any less of a person. 8) But a flat out OMG ITS TERRIBLE isn't going to help me at all. you need to ~~tell~~ me why it's the worst thing you've ever read.

I'll still write this even if I don't get reviews though, since I was originally going to write this for myself to see how far I got - but hey, since it's got around 3000 words for the first chapter I can actually see this going somewhere. Although, being it a Pokémon fanfic, I'll probably like get no reviews LMFAO since theres like, so many of them. Oh well. I already have chapter two written so I've actually broken my record of writing more than a chapter. 8D