Hi there. I want everyone who sees this to know I started writing this story years ago. I'm aware of my not so good spelling and grammar in earlier chapter but please don't let that stop you from reading farther in. It gets better i promise. thanks.

~pokegeek42~

Also i dont own Pokemon or any of its characters.

Rex woke up at about noon, just as he did every Saturday morning. He went into the kitchen were his mother was waiting for him, "Honey, I need a favor of you today."

"Yeah, sure what is it?" Rex asked as he fell into the nearest chair.

"I need u to pick up a package from the Pokémart in Viridian"

"Sure, I got nothing better to do."

"Thank you, sweetie," his mom said as he got up to get ready for his little trek.

"Whaevr," Rex mumbled already halfway up the stairs. He quickly grabbed his bag, threw a dozen repel and a small snack into it, threw on his windbreaker, yelled "Bye , Mom," and ran out the door.

He biked his way to the not-so-big Viridian City from the even smaller Pallet Town in about 20 minutes, but took him way too long to get to the counter in the Pokémart where the clerk who sees him at least twice a month because of his mother's need to order every other thing in the catalogue they got weekly almost didn't recognize him. "Oh. Hey Rex, I've got that hand mixer for your mother," Jim, the clerk, said and Rex couldn't help but think A hand mixer? She doesn't even like to cook.

"Okay, thanks, Jim," Rex chuckled to himself then left Jim to his overly crowded store. Rex stepped outside and saw two guys, probably in their twenties, arguing not far from where his bike was. As he unlocked his bike from the rack he overheard the two.

"No, Blue, your Pokémon had it, you keep it. I've got plenty of them," the shorter of the two said

"C'mon, Bill, you are so good with them and I already have mine," the one called Blue almost whined.

"No, no, no, no,"

"Well," Blue huffed looking frustrated, "Here. Hey you, yeah you with brown hair and the hat."

Rex didn't realize he was talking to him. That is until the guy walked over and wapped his hat off his head, "Hey, what was that for!"

"For not answering the first time" Blue retorted. "Now listen up. You look like a trainer with that bag and your bike so, here," he shoved a weird cylindrical glass thing with a big brown and tan oval shaped thing in it.

"Sorry, Blue, but I'm not a trainer so I don't think I can accept this." Rex said

"Really a teenager without a Pokémon? An even better reason for you to take that egg." Blue smiled but his words had an arrogant quality, "And by the way only my friends and one other particular trainer can call me Blue. Its Gary Oak to you."

"So, I have no idea what to do about this," Rex said back at his kitchen table staring at his new egg.

"Well honey, I don't really know, but maybe you should go to Oak Lab and ask for advice there."

"Okay, Mom I guess I'll go in the morning."