I don't own Pokémon and you should all know that by now! If I did, Bidoof wouldn't exist because it's fucking annoying. Anyways, another attempt at a new fanfic. Basically, Odette and Odile are twin sisters and two sides of the coin. Odette is a movie star at PokeStar Studios and Odile is a scientist. What will happen when an experiment traps the twins in another time where the world is drastically different?

Swan Sisters
Chapter One – Odette

The reporter was starting to get on my nerves. I didn't care that she was from Marie Claire magazine or that she was one of the 'best' reporters of the latest era – she was still pissing me off. Why the hell was my sex life so important to her anyway? Even her name irritated me. What kind of mother called their child Varcolacii Andrews anyway? She had insisted I just call her Lacii instead but that was still a stupid name.

"So, tell me about your relationship with Ricardo Hernandez. It's well-known that the two of you starred in the smash hit 'Love and Battles' recently," she said with that Hollywood 'winning' smile. She sat cross-legged in the plush red chair opposite me in my hotel room in Castelia City, her platinum hair pulled back in a 'fashionable' bun. Her clothes were horrible. Who really thought matching pattern trouser suits were cool? They looked more like pyjamas, especially with the imitation Gucci loafers she wore with it. Her small green eyes were intense and her nose was very long – perfect for a nosy bitch like her.

I shrugged, looking at my newly manicured nails as my leading Pokémon – a female Gothitelle and a male Lucario – stood behind my chair. My precious Vulpix was resting quietly on my lap while my Stoutland lounged in his bed, gnawing on a large marrow bone. My newly evolved Crobat flitted around the Chandelure my head of security, Alex Fielding, had left in the room to watch over me as well as the currently invisible Gardevoir I was sure lurked in the corner behind Lucario. My sixth and final Pokémon was the Dragonair resting on the hotel's chaise lounge with half of her body hanging off, since she was at least fourteen feet long and still growing.

"Ricardo and I are co-workers and friends," I told her sharply, giving Vulpix a scratch between her shoulders as she yawned and stretched. "Either way, Ricardo is a lovely guy. We get on well and he has a good sense of humour."

Lacii raised a brow. "So you don't have a strictly professional relationship?"

I shook my head. "No. We hang out sometimes is all." I traced the edge of my half-full wine glass. "Are we finished yet? I have a twelve O'clock."

She grinned. "Can I just get one more question in?"

I shrugged again. "May as well."

"How do you feel about your twin sister, Odile, winning the Noble Prize for Pokémon Sciences?"

That was it! No more miss nice movie star! I scowled at her scathingly. "Get out of my hotel room before I have you escorted out."

She looked positively smug. "Did I touch a nerve? It's well-known that you and your sister were estranged years ago. What was that even about?"

"It's none of your business," I snapped and text Alex to get his ass into the room.

She kept up her badgering. "Why did your sister choose to pursue science as opposed to mimicking you and studying dramatics? Why were your parents divorced? What in the world did the pair of you fight over so badly that you never speak to or see each other anymore?"

I was about to dislodge Vulpix to slap the irritating bitch when the door opened and Alex came in. He looked at me with his intelligent and wise brown eyes and raised a blond brow. "Get her out of my sight, please, Alex, before I do something I regret," I told him.

"What?!" she shrieked. "Do you even know who I am? I am Lacii Andrews, a reporter for Marie Claire! My aunt is the editor of Vogue! My brother is a football star! My father works for the Pokémon League!"

"And you think I care about your family?" I spat. "No. I just want you out of my hotel room. Oh, and Alex?"

He looked at me as he caught Lacii by the arm. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Burn her notes and confiscate her Dictaphone. Next time, I want a decent, polite reporter if Marie Claire wants another interview," I said, sipping my blood red wine calmly.

As Alex escorted her out, Dragonair looked up when Lacii's gaze settled on her and hissed viciously, her eyes darkening even blacker than normal.

The door slammed shut, making Vulpix flinch and Gardevoir lose her concentration on remaining invisible.

"Are you alright?" I heard a masculine voice murmur in my head.

I sighed and looked at Lucario. He had been born with an uncanny telepathic ability the same as my twin and I. "No," I thought back to him. "I hate it when reporters bring up Odile as if we still speak to each other."

"Maybe you should get back in contact with her," he advised solemnly. "Perhaps she would like that?"

I nodded and grabbed my iPhone5 off the table. "I'll call her just this once. If she doesn't pick up, I'll take it as a sign she doesn't want to know." I looked through my contacts to her most recent number and called it.

Six rings later and she hadn't answered. "Hello, this is Professor Odile Monroe. I can't take your call right now due to working on a project or I'm otherwise busy. Please leave your name, number and the name of your organization and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Please leave a message after the beep. Thank you."

I heard the beep and hung up with a heavy sigh. I did miss her sometimes but she had always been a royal geek. Sciences were her favourite subject at school and she was constantly reading and researching Pokémon. I had always preferred studying music, art, drama and media technology and performing in the school plays as opposed to other subjects. When the time came for us to go to university to study our chosen subjects, two things happened that pulled our relationship to pieces. The first was that where I had adopted a small, adorable Gothita, she had adopted an ugly, deformed Solosis. I could have killed her for picking such a weak and weird Pokémon! The second thing was that I had discovered she had not applied to Opelucid City University so we could rent an apartment together. Instead, she attended Castelia City University on the other end of the country. I was so stuck without her and we argued so much when we were both home for the holidays that we just stopped talking. She thought I was jealous that she got in on a scholarship while I had to take out a loan to study. I wasn't, believe me. Sometimes I could have killed her so dead it was unreal.

My phone buzzed on the table. I looked at the caller ID to find it was a blocked number. I answered it anyway. "This is Odette Monroe."

"Why are you trying to call my phone?" Odile asked tersely. "I'm working on an important experiment right now, Odette."

I sighed. "I just…"

"You just what? You just wanted to interrupt what might be the greatest discovery of my career and call me in the middle of a seminar with my research and development team?!" she snapped.

"How am I supposed to know if you're in the middle of a seminar?" I asked coolly, trying to contain my diva temper.

"You never call so I wasn't really expecting a phone call to interrupt my speech." I heard her Reuniclus in the background with her Magezone and Metagross. "I don't have much time here so what do you want?"

I looked down at the plush purple shag carpet. "I just wanted to see if you're okay," I murmured. "I'll just go now. You can't keep your crowd waiting now, can you?" I ended the call before she had a chance to apologise and threw my phone onto the bed six feet away. With another sigh, I picked up Vulpix and placed her on the chair carefully as she slept soundly.

Alex knocked on the door and re-entered with his Machamp, Hitmontop, Gallade and Larvesta, all of whom made themselves comfortable. "Hey," he said with a small smile. "I got you some American cheesecake from the restraint downstairs." He handed me the plate with the fork wrapped in a satin napkin.

I smiled sadly back at him. "Thank you," I murmured, taking the plate and digging in.

He sat in the chair Lacii had occupied. "Mr Pokéntré called ten minutes ago, by the way. He said he can't make the meeting at noon today – apparently his jet needs repairs so he wants to reschedule for Monday at nine A.M. sharp at the Crown Hotel in Humilau City, since he's going to be there to see Marlon Rukiko about how to train Water types for the stunts and visual effects."

I nodded with a mouthful of cheesecake. "Sure," I mumbled.

He leaned forward and took the napkin from the side of the other chair where Vulpix snoozed lightly. He gently dabbed my mouth where some cream had missed my mouth. "I got a call from Sydney when I was escorting Miss Andrews from the hotel. She wants to you star in her new 'Brycen Man' picture. It's called 'Brycen Man Strikes Back Harder'. This time you get your Lucario. She also wants you to call Gregory Oaks – apparently he's taking auditions for a film written by Louis Carmichael."

I raised a brow. "Louis Carmichael? I thought he was retired. He was the Alfred Hitchcock of his time."

Alex shook his head. "He misses making movies. His new picture is, as usual, a horror. Rumour has it he wants only the best actors around to audition. I know you'd kill for a role in a Carmichael film."

I grinned broadly. "Do we know what this one is about?"

"It's about this girl in a hotel and she gets trapped by these humanoids created from this red mist. It looks like its going to be a hit like the rest of his movies." He scratched his jaw where a five O'clock shadow rested. "I think you should audition, since I know Anne Marie Price is going for the lead, too. Miki Serizoua is looking to star, too. You know, the girl from 'Love and Battles: Camilio's Story'?"

"That nasty little chit?" I laughed. "Anne Marie Price is such a whore. She'll probably proposition Carmichael for the role and end up catching an STD from him like when she was trying to get a role in 'Brycen Man Strikes Back'!"

He laughed aloud with a heartiness I had come to expect from him, as well as a boyish smile that never failed to soften my heart. He was like the brother I never had, since apart from Odile I only had two younger sisters. "I can't believe Sydney has crabs though. She must have fucked a producer instead of our much-loved French rose."

I chuckled and red wine nearly came out of my nose. "Definitely. Sydney is just too awesome. I love her so much! Not only did she manage to get the agency to make you my head of security but she also kick-started my career with 'Brycen Man'. If I was a lesbian, I would totally marry her."

My phone buzzed on the bed and I got up to grab it, seeing that it was my youngest sister Clara calling. "Hey, Clara," I greeted her.

"Hey, sis," she said with a grim tone in her voice. "I need some guy advice."

"I don't like the sound of that," I teased. "What's up?"

"I kinda did a 'Love and Battles' blunder. I thought he was going to throw the match because he was being so sweet but his asshole Lapras used Sheer Cold and almost killed my Galvantula!" she exclaimed. "I don't know how the hell to talk to him now, Odette. I feel like a real idiot."

"Just talk to him like you would talk to me," I said with a smile. "Sweetheart, you know I love you, but you're a real twat when it comes to guys."

"Hey!" she snapped. "You've got no sex life. You can't exactly say I'm a twat with guys when you haven't had a boyfriend since you started with Sydney on 'Brycen Man' and that was six years ago!"

"Do you want my advice or not? Either way, if you don't start being nicer to me, little sister, I might just cut off the funding for your graduate degree."

She gasped down the phone. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, but I would," I laughed. "I'm kidding, Clara, you know that. If you want guy advice, call Leanne, okay? As you said, I haven't had sex for six years."

She laughed as if it really tickled her. "Okay, okay. I'll call you later in the week, Odette. I love you."

"Love you, too," I smiled and hung up. I looked back to Alex as he sipped a glass of orange juice, since he rarely drank alcohol. "Have Erin call Sydney and set up a meeting so we can go through the script. Have her make an appointment with Gregory Oaks for the audition for the Carmichael picture. Oh, and arrange for the car to take me to Driftveil City's Pokémon Research Centre. I think it's about time I visited my twin sister."

He nodded and got straight on it, taking his Pokémon with him but leaving Gardevoir to make sure no trouble erupted worse than a Heatran in a rage.