Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any of its prolific forms, though I despise all versions of the anime, so the emphasis here is the games. If I DID own them, you can bet the main protagonists would be much, much more interesting, rather than mute "yes, sir no, ma'am" slaves who never complain and never make mistakes. It's inhuman I tell you! I do however own a number of the characters contained herein, however none of them are in this chapter, as even Dani is not mine. The poor androgynous thing is a favor to a friend, and belongs to aforementioned friend, AureusVeras. Or something along those lines. Can never spell it…

Why do legends exist? It is because they are a means of history, history either deemed unfitting for official acknowledgement, or because there was no method to do such, as writing is. Either reasoning is proof – legends exist because of fear. But what do we fear? Is it the distortion that time and space will invariably force upon it, expanding it until it is disproportional with the original threat? Or is it the small core of truth at the center of each legend that makes us shudder, for no matter how benign in appearance anything mightier than man is to be feared? It is the fear that drives us, makes us strive to improve. This, in context with a story, we call 'morals'. But what if the moral is not so easily discerned? What if here is no moral or it has been lost to the ages? Let that then be up the one who reads it, if it is written, who hears it if it is spoken, who tells it, across the course of life. Let that be up to you. And let me tell you a story… No – let me convey to you… a legend.

~K.C.

Pokemon S.O.S

White Rose Legend

Alarm clocks truly are the worst creation man has ever deigned to foist upon sanity at large. A way of marking time is useful, yes, but the piercing wail of a Loudred was not as much so. Still, for once the blonde form that stumbled its way through what might be called, in an alternate reality which did not involve anything nearly reminiscent of order, a morning routine. Wakening, no matter how unforgivably rude, was a relief from the downright odd dream – should it be called a nightmare? It wasn't really all that scary – said figure had just experienced. Reflected in a hanging mirror, a durable white coat hung loosely to a form that while just barely feminine most would say was male. That thought always depressed the androgynous entity. Nearly old enough to be called an adult, plenty old to adventure alone in the wilderness of the world as was often custom in the years between childhood and maturity, and having graduated from multiple schools long ahead of the typical timeline, yet the expected – hoped for and pointedly overdue – curves were simply… not there. She sighed and continued about her business, starting her day as per the norm while her mind wandered backwards through the terribly mundane tasks to the mentality of her previous dreamscape. With one interruption; The SNOOZE effect of her Loudred clock ran out, and the awful racket began anew. Until a flying wrench managed to put it out of its misery anyway. One must love the invention of the wrench; useful little things, almost as much so as a good screwdriver.

Locating her custom Personal Computer among the infinite mountains of identical clothing and valleys of actual floor space was not an easy task, yet all part of the ritual. Flicking it open, the cheery and metallic voice of her A.E.T.H.E.R.-Net Navigator, Porygon (who only ever managed to speak in human tongues whilst on-line in her computer and despite being a man-made and genderless thing had chosen a tone that was decidedly female), piped out an enthusiastic greeting as it wandered across her pale blue 'wallpaper' to the folder that consisted of a collection of files that were her impromptu diary, dream record (which often would lead to ideas for new inventions), and invention progress list and workload. In a moment of childishness, she had named the folder 'SAVE'. Her latest foray into the realm of the subconscious had not resulted in any sudden inspiration, but she felt the need to record this particular dream anyway.

Darkness was prevalent, a landscape where up, down, left, and right were viable directions, but indistinguishable from one another anyway so she supposed it wouldn't matter which way she went. Or, if she even went at all. But she was driven by curiosity, and an unexpected awareness of situation and action led her to a singular desire within the blackness – experimenting. So she moved forward. At least she moved where she believed was forward, but wasn't that what truly mattered when 'reality' was omni-directional? She was outfitted in much the same way she always was – white coat, loose long pants, too many pockets each, with a dark shirt and the most durable pair of sneakers she had ever managed to locate. Residual Self-Image? A figure melted in from the blackness, tall and gaunt, draping a similar coat over a simple sweater vest and slacks. His close-cropped blonde mane was streaked with grey, and an unruly trio of spines pointed determinedly to the left, regardless of which direction he faced. The aging man held an open book close as he spoke, seeming to read as though from a script. "Hello there!" he called with hollow, airy cheer, "Welcome to the world of Pokemon!"

I've only been here since I was born, was the sarcastic and somewhat confused thought the girl held in check.

"My name is Oak! People call me the Pokemon Professor!"

I already knew that; it's my name too, Grandpa. And that would be because you ARE a Professor. Needless to say she was thoroughly bewildered.

"This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokemon!"

Knew that too.

"For some people, Pokemon are pets. Others use them for fights.

New data please.

"Myself…I study Pokemon a profession.

That would be why you're a Professor.

"First, what is your name?"

That was the breaking point. She was quite certain 'Professor Oak' was not so senile as to forget who she was.

"Er…Dani? Danielle? Your granddaughter!?"

"Right! So your name is Yellow!"

"No! No it's not! Grandpa what's wrong!?"

She was summarily ignored; Oak seemed to not even realize she was present, taking his cues from some invisible timer. Another figure melted in, one Danielle Oak knew quite well, and both loved and loathed in equal parts. His auburn mane formed some kind of forward sweeping Mohawk in its unruliness despite any effort to tame. A plain scarlet shirt and blue jeans was accessorized simply yet stylishly by a pendant showcasing in silver and gold a symbol from the Johto Region; a yin-yang she believed it was called. His arrogance knew no bounds, his self-satisfied smirk one of the few things that could effectively crawl under her skin – he was the one thing anathema to Danielle's existence: her cousin.

"This is my grandson. He's been your rival since you were a baby."

Not really…he's always been better at everything…

"…Erm, what is his name again?"

"WHAT!? YOU FOGOT US BOTH!?" Dani feared for her grandfather's sanity. In fact, at the moment she feared for her own. Until realizing she had lost that years ago. She sighed, and deigned to indulge him.

"Grandpa. That's Gary. Garfield? Your grandson? Your ONLY grandson?" Perfect at everything and the family favorite? she neglected to add, but bitterly mused.

"That's right! I remember now! His name is Green!"

Color fixation to compliment senility? This had better be a dream.

"Yellow!"

"Dani."

"Your very own Pokemon legend is about to unfold!"

I hope not.

"A world of dreams and adventures with Pokemon awaits!"

I'm too clumsy; I'll never survive out there!

"Let's go!"

Oh no…

The dream-Oak faded from existence, his last words echoing dramatically. Oddly, Gary remained until the last instant, vanishing instantly and soundlessly. Next she knew…

The finishing touches completed on her log, and Porygon, her first and only Pokemon given to her by her grandpa, wandered about the A.E.T.H.E.R.-Net. According to its – her? – Trainer's instructions. Dani was in need of new components for the slew of household devices and new contraptions that dominated her bedroom's surface space in varying states of assembly and disrepair. It was times such as this that the Oak name held a perk or two. Under the assumption that the parts would be put to use at Green Laboratories Incorporated, the intercontinental company of conveniently plant-named scientists and inventors who acted as the Devon Corporation's primary economic rivals, of which her grandfather was a part of – head of the Kanto region branch in Pallet Town – most suppliers were willing to give her a significant discount. The living money she received every now and again from her mother was more than enough to cover both food and mechanical expenses because of it. Her two biggest projects at the time had a multitude of problems individually that needed solving, but one in common that was a particular nuisance – the lack of a suitable power source. No matter what manner of technical tweaking she performed she simply could not achieve a suitable power output, most particularly on the lesser of her machines; a potable version of the Pokemon Healing Machines the populous – and often oddly conveniently placed in the most absurd of locations – Pokemon Health Centers, or PokeCenters used to restore a Pokemon to peak physical condition faster than natural rest, and frequently from rather grievous injuries.

The PokeCenter was a non-profit establishment that operated independently of any companies and free of charge, so there was no pressing need for the device Danielle was developing… but sometimes you just couldn't make it to a Center in time, and didn't have any of the needed recovery sprays the Pokemon Markets sold on behalf of the Devon Corporation's recently purchased pharmaceutical arm the Silph Company or Green Labs Medical. Annoyances like poison, which steadily sapped away the strength of an affected Pokemon, were a notorious bane of the unprepared. Dani wasn't much of a battler, so she had never personally encountered problems like that, but a solution to such emergency situations would likely be appreciated by those who did. And besides, she didn't fully trust the Centers. Nothing that high-tech and expansive could survive for very long with zero charge. They didn't even ask donations to help make ends meet! She assumed they had financial backing from a person or persons anonymous and highly wealthy. And in her mind, where there was that much money, there were ulterior motives.

That aside, Dani's roaming gaze settled longingly over the partially constructed husk of her pride and joy, a PokeDex, an Illustrated Pokemon Encyclopedia. She had no idea where her grandfather had gotten the "Dex" part from, but as its original inventor it was his right to name it what he pleased. If he'd felt like it, he could have named it the "Super Samuel Oak Knowledge Mech-Book." But he didn't. A PokeDex was a sophisticated piece of machinery that took a long time to make and were very expensive to develop, so they were pretty rare, only given to trainers of exceptional skill, or potential skill. Or those with a few million Poke to burn. The only reason Dani had one was because she was using it as a blueprint for her own model – one with significant upgrades, including a full three-dimensional holographic display inspired by her Porygon. She had fought to sublimate the urge to dissect it irreparably ever since. Her grandfather – and everyone else she knew – knew she was a hopeless trainer, but he could respect her talent in creation. A few of Green Labs' more unique items sold were based on here own schematics. All of which were mechanical. She could dissect and reassemble most machinery blindfolded if told the make and model, but she was similarly lacking in the field of chemistry as she was in the field of battle. Good with a wrench, bad with a Bunson, worse in a Battle – or so her family liked to jibe.

Nature has a tendency to take over at any time. So it was now, as Danielle oak succumbed to one of humanity's most basic instinctual needs: The need…to feed.

)-(Korner of Kweh)-(

Okay, This here is where the great and amazing Lord Chocobo the Mighty (yours truly) will babble about what inspired me in the current chapter and make any pertinent notations about the story as I think of them, as well as answer to any reviews I receive. Which I demand, and not unreasonably. I don't ask for hundred reviews a day, but a lot of time and effort and research has gone into this, so if I'm not getting any feedback I will simply assume nobody likes it and discontinue it on FanFiction. If I manage to refine the actual written implementation of the SoS story enough, I hope to one day submit it to Nintendo and Creatures for publication permissions. Isn't that a goal worthy of a few people's opinions?

OOOO….dramatic opening words from the unknown K.C, I wonder who that could be? Anyway, so, this is but one of several beginnings, but I felt it was the logical place to start the story, being closest to the starting location of the R/B/G/Y games. Dani is like an embodiment of the "smart" archetype. Highly intelligent, pitiful combat value. Minor Inferiority complex. Though sometimes the "smart" character is a huge jerk and has a superiority complex. Green Labs was…an idea. I forget the original inspiration it's been so long, but basically it's the cooperation labs of Oak, Elm, Birch, Rowan, Ivy, and any others I may have forgotten, as well as another OC…

Untill Next Time folks!