Disclaimer: I don't own pokèmon!

A/N: Hey all! This is a challenge fic by my good friend Toma-chan! Though I inspired it, she challenged it! Anyway, please review and be kind. I hope this idea isn't too common ^^' Hope you like it!

~ Kasagi Onaso

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* Switcheroo *

"Misty, like, wake up!" Misty opened her eyes and stared across the room.

"I AM up! Jeez Mom, what time is it?"

"Like, I think it's almost nine." Misty's eyes sprung open and she shot out of bed. "Like, where are you going?"

"I'm late!" Misty yelled. "Stupid May's going to get there before me!" Misty's mom stuck her head out the door and watched her daughter leap down the road in her pajamas.

"Some kids never learn," she muttered to herself. "You, like, better come back!"

"I will!" Misty yelled before running up the stairs to the Professor's. Suddenly, a honking noise stopped her.

"Hey, Runt!" called a voice. Misty's eyes widened and she glared at the girl sitting in the green convertible. Five men in leather pants sat around her.

"May," growled Misty, clenching her fists.

"Nice outfit," snorted May. Misty looked down and blushed. She was in her Staryu Joe Boxers and a light blue camisole. "Anyway, I already have my pokèmon," continued May, fanning the air around her face with one perfectly manicured hand. "It's a Pikachu. The best there is. Can't wait to beat you in the league, Runt! Smell ya later!" She waved her hand and with loud honks, the car drove away.

"That stupid May Oak," growled Misty, stomping up the stairs. "I'll show her."

"Ah! Misty!" said the pokèmon Professor. "I wasn't sure you'd make it."

"I've thought long and hard about my decision, Professor," started Misty, taking a deep breath. "And I've decided I'd like Squirtle."

"Er, sorry Misty. That one's taken."

"Ee? Then I'll take Charmander."

"That one is too."

"NAN? Then I'll take Bulbasaur!" cried Misty, nearly yelling.

"I'm sorry. We don't have any of those."

"Then what DO you have?" asked Misty, cocking her head.

"Well, we have an Eevee sent from Celadon here. But it's not tame yet…er…"

"I'll take it!" said Misty, springing into a pose. "I would've chosen that one anyway." Professor Oak handed her the pokèball but before her hand touched it, the Eevee sprang out of its pokèball.

"Vee," it growled and bit Misty's finger.

"YEAHHHHH!" screamed Misty. "Eheheh," she laughed, rubbing the back of her head. "It likes me already."

"Hmm," mumbled Professor Oak. "It looks like your pokèmon doesn't like being in a pokèball."

"That's all right," said Misty with a shrug. "Come on Eevee!" Misty turned and started walking but it took her a while to realize that Eevee wasn't following her. "Nan? Come on Eevee!" Eevee glared at her and sat on her haunches. Finally, Misty marched over and grabbed the pokèmon. "Bye Professor!" called Misty, the Eevee wiggling rapidly in her arms.

"Bye Misty! Good Luck!" Eevee twisted around to bite Misty's arm as she exited the Lab and Misty dropped it. She rummaged through her back and pulled out two gardening gloves that climbed up her arm.

"I'd like to see you try and bite me now," grumbled Misty and picked up the squirming pokèmon. She made her way home.

"Hey Misty," said her mom, not looking up from her paper and coffee. "Did you get that Sqyrtish or whatever?"

"Squirtle mom and no," sighed Misty, holding up the thrashing Eevee. "I got an Eevee." Her mom looked over the brim of her paper.

"Does it do any tricks?" Misty pulled out a blue ball and threw it at Eevee. The ball smacked the pokèmon in the head and bounced back. "Nice. So it fetches?"

"Sure," said Misty with a smile. "Well I'm leaving."

"All right," said her mom, scanning the paper. "Make sure to change your underwear every day." Misty blushed as she went upstairs to gather her pack. She pulled on a pair of jean shorts, a black sleeveless top with a high collar and blue suspenders. To top it off, she pulled on her favorite water pokèmon cap on over her orange ponytail.

"Okay, mom. I'll call you, okay?" she called as she ran downstairs.

"Mm-hmm," mumbled Misty's mom as she exited through the door. Eevee plopped herself on the steps and glared at Misty.

"Oh, fine," growled Misty. "You asked for it." Soon they were happily walking up the ravine to Viridian. Misty, gloves on, held a bout of rope in her right hand. The end was circled around Eevee's waist and the pokèmon glowered as it was dragged along the ground. "You…know," grunted Misty. "You…could…make this…so…much easier."

"Vee," was Eevee's curt reply. As they reached the end of a forest, Misty suddenly spotted a Pidgey.

"Oh, oh!" squealed Misty, jumping up and down and pointing at the bird. "Use tackle Eevee!"

"Vee."

"What? Oh, come on. Use tackle! Hayai!"

"Vee." Misty glared at the fox pokèmon and pointed at the Pidgey.

"Tackle. It. Now." Eevee didn't move. "Fine!" exclaimed Misty as Eevee wriggled out of the rope and climbed onto a tree. "I'll catch it myself!" Misty pulled out a sweatshirt and crawled towards the Pidgey. "Here ya go…YAH!" She tossed the sweatshirt on the Pidgey.

"E-he-he-he-vee!" laughed Eevee.

"Shuddap," growled Misty. She picked up the writhing sweatshirt but the Pidgey dropped out from the bottom and kicked sand into her face. "Shimatte," Misty hissed.

"E-he-he-vee!" laughed Eevee, slapping the tree. But she didn't notice the Pidgey coming up from behind her. It struck her in the back of the head. With a squeal, she fell from the tree and Misty caught her.

"Who's laughing now?" she snapped. Suddenly, the air was filled with angry caws and a large group of Pidgey rose from the forest. "You don't suppose they're looking at us, do you?" whispered Misty, backing away.

"Eevee," said Eevee, ears flat on its skull. Suddenly, the group of birds charged.

"Run!" screamed Misty and they ran along a flat surface. Sand flew at their backs and the Pidgey pecked at their heads. "Water-FALL!" screamed Misty as they approached a roaring waterfall.

"Vee!" squealed Eevee and stopped, panting and bleeding from various cuts.

"No! We have to keep going!" demanded Misty, picked up the Eevee, and dove down the waterfall. It was shockingly cold and Misty thrashed to get to the surface. As the cool air touched her face, she took a staggering breath before she was pulled under again. She felt Eevee go limp in her arms and the roar of the water filled her ears. But suddenly, something clasped her suspenders and she was pulled towards shore. After a few moments, she was yanked out of the water and thrown onto shore.

"Oh, rats. It's just a girl. Oh! And a pokèmon!" Misty opened her eyes and everything was blurred for a moment. A boy about her age, maybe a year older, stood in front of her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Misty said gratefully. But the boy frowned.

"Not you!" he snapped. "Your pokèmon. It looks hurt. What kind of trainer are you?" His amber eyes flashed.

"I-I'm sorry," Misty stuttered. "But I need to know where a Pokèmon Center is, please." The boy stood and pointed behind her.

"Just down the road," he said and turned back to his fishing line. Misty stole a quick look at his back before shoving Eevee into the basket on his bike. "Wha-wait!" he cried. "That's my bike!"

"I'll give it back some day!" Misty called as she peddled furiously down the road. Fat raindrops splashed against her back and the furious caws of the angered Pidgey racketed her mind but she kept peddling. Suddenly, something hit her shoulder and she was thrown from the bike and onto the muddy ground.

"Vee," whispered Eevee subconsciously as it was thrown from the basket and thudded onto the ground. Pidgey immediately began pecking it.

"Hey! Bug off!" screamed Misty, running at them and waving her hands. Thunder roared above them and a couple Pidgey shied away before turning around and attacking her. "Gerroff!" screamed Misty, waving her arms around her face. She walked backwards and tripped over the bike. "Ow!"

"Gee!" cawed a Pidgey and the whole group began to dive towards Pikachu.

"No!" cried Misty and thrust herself between Eevee and the Pidgey. "I won't let you!" She heard Eevee scream behind her and suddenly an enormous lightning bolt fell from the sky and everything went black.

Something wet slithered against Misty's cheek as she awoke. Her eyes felt glued together and she turned over. Eevee was looking down on her, large eyes worried.

"Hey Eevee," Misty rasped. "Oh, no!" she cried, sitting up. "I totally screwed that kid's bike!" The bike was now nothing but a hunk of twisted and charred metal. "Oh, well. Let's get to the Pokecenter, eh?"

"E-vee," agreed Eevee and Misty scooped her up in her arms before limping towards the Pokecenter.

Hey, hey! The first part, done! Please at least five reviews! It's not going to be like the TV show anymore. I'm just going to make stuff up. I just needed to use the first episode to show you how things were going to work. Sorry it's a little short! Please REVIEW!

~ K.O