A/N Well, this came out sooner then I anticipated. I promised myself that I would start writing once I had 5 reviews. Took a grand total of 5 hours for that, so, here's the second chapter!

Updated this chapter on the 2nd of September, because I am a slow person.

Ash could feel his heart pumping heavily; his adrenaline rushing like fire through his veins, making every thought seem instantaneous. This, right here, was why he became a pokemon trainer. It wasn't for some silly power trip, or the sense of control over something that could easily crush him if it so desired. "Dragonite, Hyper Beam now!"

It was the rush of battle, the sense of companionship that he felt as he and his pokemon moved in sync, and the pride he felt in his team when they achieved the impossible. And it was easy to say that he loved it. There was absolutely nothing else he'd rather be. He was a pokemon trainer, a leader for his pokemon when they needed it, but a student to them when he made his own mistakes. He was their trainer, and they were his pokemon, and, more importantly, his best friends.

This thought warmed him as he watched the large dragon charged up the powerful attack, and he waited until the last second before shouting his counter. "Pikachu, use Volt tackle to dodge it!"

His trusted Pikachu obeyed immediately, and shot forward almost impossibly fast, easily ducking under the powerful hyper beam and hitting his opponent, A rather large Dragonite, straight in the chest. The large pokemon grunted in pain, and stumbled backwards. Pikachu quickly bounced back, panting and feeling the pain of the recoil. This was it, Ash noticed, the moment of truth. Neither pokemon could take much more, and Pikachu had a clear opening.

It was time for him to claim his destiny. Ash felt himself smirk. Now was his chance to make his mother proud. "Pikachu! Use Thunder! Give it all you got!" His pokemon nodded with a conspiratorial smirk, and unleashed a massive jolt of electricity, blinding both him and the massive crowd that watched. It immediately hit the large Dragon dead center, but all Ash and the spectators could see was a blinding light.

After a moment, the light died down, and immediately, a hushed silence fell over the entire stadium. The smoke from his last attack slowly cleared, Ash could once again see his opponent's pokemon. It was face down, and it's eyes were closed. The Dragonite was finally beaten.

Ash felt his heart stop as the moment finally dawned on him. He... actually won. He finally did it. He was, for real, a pokemon master. He was the very best. As the thought slowly dawned on him, a deafening roar came from the stands. They were cheering, for him. They actually were happy, for him.

He did it.

"Ladies, and gentlemen, I would like to announce the new pokemon champion of the world, Ash Ketchum!"

Ash felt a few tears well up in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't help himself as he quickly jumped down into the field. He ran over to his best friend, and plucked up the exhausted Pikachu, hugging him tightly. He did it. No, they did it. He and his pokemon. They finally proved themselves the best. "Pikachu! We did it!"

The small pokemon cheered weakly, his exhaustion showing, and returned his hug. Ash spun them around once, and laughed. His dream finally came true. He couldn't believe it. He knew that, one day, he'd succeed, and now, he finally made it.

The two simply bathed in the moment, and only noticed that the previous champion had walked up to them when he spoke. The man was wearing a warm, happy smile, and if Ash had to say, he looked like a very kind, wise individual. "You did well, kid."

Ash continued his smile, but found himself blushing a bit at the sudden proximity of his hero. This man was a legend, the greatest pokemon master that ever was. And he beat him. "Th-Thanks, sir."

The man smiled kindly back, and, after a moment's hesitation, awkwardly patted his shoulder. "You... You are truly my son."

Ash immediately froze. Wait... son? Ash always knew he had a father somewhere, who didn't? But his mom never said anything, and Ash never asked. Could it be? Was his father the legendary Pokemon Master? "You... You're my dad?"

The man nodded slowly. "Yep. Being a pokemon master is hard work, I couldn't just leave. But now, I can finally go home now. So... let's go, son."

Ash felt more tears well up. Today was easily the happiest day of his-

*BZZZZZZZZZZT*

All Ash could feel for the first moment of consciousness was pain, the familiar kind that came from being electrocuted, along with all the twitching muscles and the familiar, coppery taste in his mouth that he'd felt nearly every morning for the last five years. His eyes shot open as his body involuntarily twitched and shuddered, and, after what seemed to be an eternity, the shock relented. He felt his mind swim confusingly, but, after several moments, he managed to gain sense of where he was.

Oh, right. Unova. He was on another journey. He sighed unhappily, that had been a very nice dream...

"Who are you? Where is Ash!?"

Ash couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation with a side of confusion as he sat there dazed and confused. He'd been shocked worse, but still, it would be a couple seconds before his senses returned to him. The only thing that he noticed right off was that the shock was a considerably harder jolt than usual. He must of rolled over onto Pikachu again. "Ugh... A little less jolt next time, buddy."

Ash grumbled a bit, his eyes still closed, and sighed. He had worse wake-ups. He sat there for one more moment, before trying to roll over. But it seemed that something was in his way. If he had to guess, it felt as if someone tied a 2x4 to his back. His senses were probably still screwed up, and the numbness he felt all over seemed to be in agreement. He tried to roll over again, before just giving up. He must have got caught on a tree branch or something.

"I asked you a question! Where is Ash?"

Ash felt a second pang of confusion, and he released a deep sigh. It was gonna be one of those mornings. He blearily opened his eyes, and morosely gave a bored, almost irritated look over to his starter, who simply sat there, giving him a glare. While this wasn't the weirdest accusation Pikachu had ever gave in the morning, (The electric starter was a worse morning person then he was,) it was still a strange one. He rolled his eyes in irritation, and replied to his electric type. "Pikachu, I told you not to eat Pecha berries before bed."

Ash was completely unprepared for the second shock, and his body twitched viciously as he gave out a cry. That shock was ironically far more standard, but it still hurt. The instant the electricity stopped, Ash slumped back down, before weakly trying to sit up. Alright, not his brightest reply. He grumbled a bit, and tried to lift his arms, but found them tightly bound by some unknown material.

It was a very unpleasant feeling. Ash felt a pang of anger, and squirmed a bit, his body quickly regaining it's strength. "I swear, Pikachu, if you tied me up again..."

He leaned weakly up, and spotted that, instead of rope, he was bound tightly by his sleeping bag. In fact, from the tiny bit he could actually see, it was nearly bursting at the seams, holding him in. Ash felt a pang of claustrophobia, and a random thought popped into his head. He knew he shouldn't have bought the cheapest sleeping bag he found.

He felt a pang of panic, and forced himself to sit up further, and quickly looked around. The first thing he noticed, beyond his shrunk sleeping bag, was a pair of big, blue... boards? Big, blue things jutting out of either side of his sleeping bag. He really did regret his sleeping bag choice. Random shrinking and boards appearing inside his sleeping bag certainly wasn't in the manual.

His mind couldn't really register what they were, but they were clearly the reason why he couldn't roll over. He immediately tried to sit up further, but, for some unsaid reason, he found that his back was unable to make any further journey. His neck, however, could.

Ash couldn't help but freeze in confusion. His neck didn't move like that. Or, at least, it shouldn't. It took him several moments for him to register the action, and all the while, he sat there in sheer bewilderment. But, after a moment, he started moving random body parts, just to see if anything else was off. Sure enough, his arms were far lower on his body than they should've been. And he couldn't feel his legs. And, with that, the answer became clear.

Either he was shocked silly, or someone stole his legs.

He hopped for the latter. That would be easier to explain than having to tell his mom about somehow losing his legs. He tried to lift his limbs again, watched as the sleeping bag's seams stretched further. But, he just didn't have the momentum to tear the heavy ply of the sleeping iimplement, and he found that he was completely trapped in his somehow considerably-smaller-then-normal sleeping bag, without his legs.

At this point, all logic went out the window. He quickly felt another pang of panic, and began to struggle. "Pikachu! Help, I'm trapped!" Ash yelped in desperation, before quickly trying to roll over. He felt some pain rush from the pair of boards on his back, and that did nothing more then to incite more panic. He quickly squirmed back and forth, pointedly ignoring the pain from his new additions, until he managed to actually get on his stomach.

All the while, Pikachu watched this. His expression initially was one of anger, but his rage found it hard to keep it up, and he instead became torn between a strange mix of fury and amusement. The electric type watched this for a moment, before sighing. This intruder certainly didn't eat Ash. Even if Ash slept like a boulder drugged with Ponyta Tranquilizer, he still couldn't sleep through this dragon bumbling around with him.

Never mind the fact that Pikachu slept in his trainer's arms. There was simply no way.

However, this still left many questions unanswered. Such as how the Latios got into Ash's sleeping bag, how he didn't wake Pikachu up, and, the most important one, where the hell Ash was.

The starter pokemon stared, and felt his eye twitch. How? The Dragon's wings were torn through the edges for Arceus' sake. He couldn't just have 'slipped' in.

All the while, Ash was getting desperate. He still felt completely off, and the sleeping bag, for all it's massive, horrific faults, still refused to tear. He found himself forced to do a imitation of the "Caterpie" just so he could move around, and his chin was beginning to hurt from using it as an oar of sorts. "Oh Arceus! I can't feel my legs!"

The electric type raised an eyebrow. That raised some more, considerably stupider questions. Pikachu felt his amusement fade, and his rage increase, his admittedly small reserve of patience fail. This... Idiot probably knew where Ash was. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that Ash was missing, or the fact that he managed to get so easily bested by such an imbecile. "What do you mean, you even don't have legs!"

The Latios panicked. "I know! Who would steal a guy's legs!?"

The blue dragon simply screamed incoherently again after that, and Pikachu winced at the higher pitched voice. If this had happened at any other time, Pikachu wouldn't be able to stop himself from laughing. But, alas, Ash was gone. There wasn't a moment in the world that could distract him from that. The starter sighed, and gave the dragon a serious look. "Where is Ash?"

The Latios stopped struggling for a second, and turned his head towards the electric type. "Pikachu, I am Ash!"

Pikachu frowned. No, he simply refused. They had been through many weird adventures, but he staunchly refused to accept Ash transforming into a Pokemon again, this time, with absolutely no warning or reason.

But, he knew it could happen. Again. "Fine. If you're my Trainer, Ash Ketchum, then prove it."

The dragon then sat there for a moment, looking betrayed. "Pikachu, you're my best friend! We saved the world together. How could you forget me?"

Pikachu blinked. Was he was trying to guilt him? Pikachu didn't even know what guilt tripping was until he met Togepi. "Everybody knows that we saved the world. Try again."

"Fine, you, er... You love ketchup."

Pikachu raised an eyebrow. So, Maybe. Or, this pokemon was also a creeper. He winced, and hoped that this dragon didn't go the Buneary route. A female one was bad enough; having a male dragon that was ten times his size would be terrifying. "And I ate some last night. You could've watched me eat some. Which is creepy."

Ash gave him a disbelieving look, before going silent. He had to think of something that only he would know. After a moment of thought, an idea came to mind. "Oh! I know, you have a huge crush on May's Glaceon."

Pikachu froze at that. Only one, ok, maybe two people knew that. That could only mean that this large blue Idiot...

Pikachu looked back over to Ash...

Was his large blue idiot.

Ash simply stared in hope, and waited for Pikachu's verdict.

Pikachu sat there for a moment, before his brain finally caught up.

"What in the cold, bleak, and barren Distortion world did you do?!"

Ash blinked in response. "What do ya mean?"

Pikachu put his paws up to his head, and held his head in exasperation. "You're a pokemon! A large, big, blue dragon! Whatcha do this time? Pee on Dialga's Growlithe? Cut Arceus off in traffic?! Steal the last cookie!? What!?"

Ash sat there for a second, before speaking slowly. "All I know is that I'm kinda stuck in a sleeping bag. I can't even feel my legs."

The exasperated electric type growled a bit, and continued. "You don't even have any legs to feel! You're just sitting there, being all, I don't know, dragon-ey and stuff!"

Pikachu quickly grabbed the sleeping bag's zipper, and yanked, and, with an unceremonious plop, Ash rolled out. "Thank you! Now, I can- These aren't my arms."

Ash quickly looked down, and stared. "And... I don't have legs."

Pikachu stared at him for a second, before shouting. "I already told you that! Weren't you even listening?"

Ash quickly tried to move, and found himself unable to actually go anywhere. "I thought you had just had some bad ketchup last night, or ate some Pecha berries!" He shouted back as used his arms to drag himself over to the nearby tree stump where he kept his backpack. After digging in it for a moment, he pulled out a small mirror. He held it up, and saw his own jaw drop. "I'm... I'm a pokemon."

Pikachu nodded, and rolled his eyes. "Yep. Real mystery. Now, any other observations you wish to bestow upon us mindless peons?"

Ash ignored him, and continued to stare, tilting the mirror to get a better loom at himself. "I'm a Latios."

Pikachu huffed, and hopped over. "Yes. Very good. And you're blue. Anything else?"

Ash continued to stare at himself, not paying any heed to Pikachu. After a few awkward moments, the starter sighed, and awkwardly patted his shoulder, feeling a unwelcome pang of fear rush through him when Ash looked over to him. "Alright... I'm sorry. It's just... really? A latios? You're even speaking like a proper pokemon. It's a little much."

Ash nodded slightly, and sighed too. "I get it. It's just...why? When I turned into a Pikachu, it was because some magician. Not, 'surprise! You're a pokemon!' Heck, I can't even move right."

Pikachu nodded at this. "Eh, you'll get it. Eventually."

Ash frowned, and continued. "And how am I supposed to speak to my friends? Heck, they'll probably do what you did."

"Probably. You still have what's left of all your clothes on you and everything, after all. It looks like you mauled yourself, now that you're out of the sleeping bag. All we're missing is some poorly strewn ketchup, and it'd be a murder scene."

"Pikachu, not helping." Ash grumbled as he looked down, and looked himself over. He was covered in torn strips of his old clothes. Probably from him randomly transforming in the middle of the night. He quickly started grabbing them, and throwing them off. After a moment, Ash was clear. "There... Now what?" Pikachu shrugged, and patted his side. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "You know," Pikachu started, "Latios usually fly, right?"

Ash grumbled. "Well, yeah, but If I knew how to, I already would be. Always sounded cool to do."

Pikachu gave him a smirk. "Well, they are psychic, so, maybe you should just, think about it or something. Just a thought."

Ash rolled his eyes. "Oh, ha ha. Funny. If I could, I would."

Pikachu shrugged, and thought in silence for a second. He honestly had no idea how to operate a body. However, he did know pokemon attacks. "Well, maybe... they're like my electric sacks in my cheeks. You know, like muscles. You just gotta know where they are, and after that, just, well, try to use them."

Ash raised a eyebrow. "So, any clue what we're looking for, Dr. Chu?"

Pikachu shrugged. "Well, maybe those tailfin things. Or those lumps that are on your sides that your wings are on, or something. Try those."

Ash nodded, and tried to concentrate on his wings, and, while he did that, Pikachu spoke on. "Oh, and if they work like my electric sacks, I would be, erm, gentle with them? Hesitant? I don't know, just, you know how fast Latios can be, and I doubt you want to try and break the sound barrier straight into the side of a tree."

Ash nodded, and he slowly, and gently, concentrated on the base of his wings. After a moment, he felt a slight tingle. He concentrated on it, and, slowly, gently, floated up off the ground. "I got it!" Pikachu smiled. "Good! Now... um... Are you gonna stop going up?" Ash frowned, and realized that he was still continuing his journey towards the sky. He quickly panicked, and stopped his energy to his wings roughly ten feet off the ground, and immediately fell right back down.

"OOMPH!"

Pikachu couldn't help but fall over and laugh. "Oh, Arceus, did you see your face?"

Ash glared at his starter, and tried again. He slowly bobbed up, and, after reaching the right height, managed to slowly stop. "There! I think I got it!" Pikachu grinned, and gave him his customary peace sign. "Good for you!" Ash tried to return it, and found himself floating slowly backward. "Woah, woah. Ummm... How do I stop?" He quickly windmilled his arms, and found himself floating faster. "No, no no no-no-no-no-"

*THUMP*

Ash hit the back of his head off of a tree, and winced. "Ow." Pikachu raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. "Try pushing forward, or something." Ash growled, still trying to move forward. "These things don't have video game controls, you know!" After a few minutes of effort, Ash got the hang of not floating away.

"I... I think I got this."

Ash slowly floated forwards, and then, moved slowly towards backpack. He grabbed it, and, adding more energy, managed to stay airborne while holding it."Yes! I got it!"

Ash continued to move forwards, backwards and quickly found that doing it came quite naturally. This did not go unnoticed. "Hmmm... Seems you got some instincts going on there. Whoever you ticked off, they were thorough."

Ash smirked. "Instincts, huh? Whatcha mean? I'm just awesome."

Pikachu rolled his eyes, and ignored his comment, smiling. "Well, did you think that pokemon could learn quickly enough to battle within a day or so of hatching? No, we pokemon know most of all we need about our bodies after we hatch. We're cool that way."

Ash rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, and we humans are so-"

But, before Ash could finish, some rustling came up from behind the pair. The two of them immediately turned, and saw as Iris came up from the bushes. She quickly got one look at Ash and the large mess around them, and drew out a pokeball. "What did you do to Ash!?"

A/N Well, hoped you liked it. If you didn't, had something that should have been different in your opinion, wanted to feed me to something large and/or scaley, or just like making meep noises, feel free to review. I can use any and all criticism, be it logical, emotional, or delusional. You get to decide which one it is.

A hearty thanks to my hearty brea-

Erm, My beta, Syrup-waffle!