Yeah, here I am with this story again. I was going to make it for a completely different set of characters from an anime series, but I like writing about the Pokémon Rangers and they seemed to fit the characters, plus there's seven of them.

This story isn't cannon. The characters aren't actually rangers, and is set in Australia rather than the Pokémon world, sorry to disappoint. I'm assuming the characters are all about 17 and about to start their last year of high school, plus they're all in the same year. Solana and Summer are best friends, Ben and Summer are dating and Keith is Solana's next-door neighbour who gets himself into more trouble with the law then I care to explain.

The story shall be based around one of my favourite movies (I'm still unsure why because I usually hate these types of movies) called Tomorrow When The War Began, however I will be making some noticeable changes, mostly to Kellyn's character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tomorrow When The War Began or any of the Pokémon Rangers characters, accept for my OC who will be stating later.

Okay, so, let's get down to business!

Chapter one

A great idea

I watched the screen of the video camera that had been turned backwards. The one piece of technology we had left that worked beyond the radio, and I didn't know if anyone would ever find it. I looked at the face of the person on the screen, the person the camera was filming. Blue hair, tired auburn eyes, cheeks red from scratching and crying. Yes, that was me. Me, Solana Hinata. I took deep breath, gulping back tears as I recollected what had happened to me, to us, over the course of the last month.

"I'm not gonna hold back" I breathed, my eyes watching my lips, cracked and swollen from day without fresh water, move on the camera screen "I've warned the other I don't want to." I sighed "Recording it like it, it's...important...to us. I guess it's our way of telling ourselves that we matter." I paused, taking another deep breath to calm myself "That we mean something. That maybe...some of the things we've done...and the friends that we've lost...hopefully it all makes a difference somehow." I rub a tear from my left eye and lied to myself it was only a speak of dust causing it to water. I didn't cry, not anymore. A battle leader doesn't cry.

"There's only one way to do this" I told the camera lens, eerie black amongst the long grass in the midday sun "And that's to go back, back a month into the past...back to where it all began..."

A blue motorbike tore through the Australian town of Wirrawee. The people of said town were preparing for the festive, and so when an young girl, a young girl renowned for causing trouble in her own way, on a motorbike nearly crashed into a pile off boxes, the two men trying to move them weren't exactly in a forgive-and-forget mood.

"Hey watch it!" one snapped, shaking his fist after the girl who then proceeded to mow through some hay bales.

"Mind yourself Solana!" the second one snapped in a deep Aussie accent. The teal-haired girl with the upward ponytail named Solana looked over her shoulder, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.

"Sorry! No control!" She called back, although with only one hand on the handlebars she narrowly missed a pile of crates filled with eggs. Everyone exhaled as she missed them and steered out of the show-ground.

"Someday" the first man sighed "Someday that kid's gonna get herself into more trouble than she knows what to do with."

Solana somehow avoided getting into any more trouble as he left the town and headed up the hill. The dirt path weaved a bit and was very bumpy, bouncing the seventeen-year-old girl all over the place uncomfortably as she finally made it to the farm. The Australian flag flapped on a tall flagpole and the old tree house sat in the oak tree just a little way down the hill. If Solana couldn't live in her own home, she would have wanted to live in no other place but Summer's farm.

"Summer!" she called, turning off the engine of the motorbike and resting it on its stand "I'm here! Summer!"

"Sol!" Summer's voice rang through the open front door "Come in! I'm in my room!" Solana took off her sunglasses, revealing her auburn eyes, and headed inside. True to her word, Summer was sat on her bed cross-legged reading a book. Tanned skinned with brown-blonde hair and brown eyes, she was the same Summer as always.

"Hey!" Solana sat down on a chair opposite the bed "So, come on. How was your date with Ben?"

I was a little demanding back then, but you would be if two of your best friends had just been on a date.

"Less of a date, more of a coffee and a movie" Summer explained, putting down her book.

"Fine how was your romantic coffee-and-a-movie with Ben?" Solana folded her arms.

"Yeah, it was cool" Summer shrugged "Don't give me that look! Like you've ever asked someone out before!"

"I'm a girl, I thought boys were the ones supposed to be doing the asking out?" Solana asked. Summer laughed.

"Just promise you won't tell Mum or Dad, they thought I was studying at the library with him" Summer begged.

"Don't you trust your best friend?" Solana asked.

"Pinky swear" Summer held her little finger in the air in front of her friend.

"Ah, the good old pinky swear" Solana sighed "Is that not something we stopped doing in second grade?"

"Come on" Summer urged. Solana sighed and looped her little finger with Summer's. They both laughed.

Summer's been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Whenever I had a problem, which was quite frequent with my reputation, I would go tell Summer. And somehow she'd always fix it. Although with Summer, this could often result in extreme pain towards the one who had cause the problem, mainly Keith.

"So, summer holidays huh" Solana sighed, turning the chair around so she rested her chin on the front of it "What do ya wanna do?" Yup, eight weeks of bliss and no school had just started three days ago.

"How about a trip into the bush?" Summer asked "Like, I dunno, up the river again?" Solana smiled. She loved hiking up the river. The sight, the smells, the animals, minus the spiders, it was one of her favourite places.

"Yeah, we haven't been up the river in ages" Solana nodded "We could take Plusle." Plusle was her golden retriever puppy. She would follow Solana all over the place if she didn't keep her inside "Maybe Dad would let us take the Land Rover."

"And maybe Ben could come with us?" Summer suggested.

"What, so you can invite him on another date?" Solana teased, sitting on the bed with her "A romantic stroll through the bushes, along with the snakes, spiders, sweat, humidity."

"Okay, you've made your point!" Summer laughed "Look, we'll get a bunch of us together and, if your dad let you loose with the Land Rover, we could go further up the river than we've ever been before. Like, even up to the point, and all the way into El Diablo."

"Seriously, why do we call it that?" Solana asked "Just because no one ever goes there we call it 'The Devil'."

"Well, we could always call it 'Bug-infected bush land of misery', but everyone got a bit bored of that" Summer joked.

"Okay" Solana nodded "I'll ask him."

At the family dinner that night, Solana spilled the idea to her parents.

"El Diablo's all the way on the other side of the point" her dad pointed out "Nobody ever goes there."

"Yes" her mum agreed more sternly "So why don't you go up the river again? You always loved that."

"That's the point! We want to go somewhere we haven't been before" Solana explained "Have a real adventure."

"Well why don't you take the bikes, why the Land Rover?" Dad asked.

"Or even horses" Mum added "Make it a real bush-ride campout." Solana groaned. Parents!

"Guys! I'm not ten anymore!" she protested "Besides, if there was an emergency wouldn't you prefer that I had the Land Rover? It's much faster."

"I don't know Solana" Dad finished and got up from the table, taking his plate with him "It's a pretty big ask."

"Alright, well like it or not Dad I'm turning eighteen this year so don't you think it's time I started showing..." she trailed off, walking over to the sink and placing her empty plate beside it "Initiative, independence and all that other good stuff." Her parents smiled at each other "Come on! It's just for the weekend! What's the worst that could possibly happen?"