Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay on Chapter 2 everyone. I'm in college so I do need to focus on my school work while working on this. I'm not using that as an excuse to be slow however. All the reviews and favorites I've gotten so far has been the thing that wants me to keep me going with this story, especially on a crossover since those stories don't get much attention (at least from my experience). So thank you to everyone who takes the time and reads this story. I will do my best work as fast as I can on this fan fiction. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

The Discovery

After a long and agonizing drive, RED, along with Buizel, arrives back at headquarters to rest and regroup. No one getting off that truck was at the least bit happy, especially not with Scout. Men like Spy and Solider didn't even bother to give him a look as they passed by him walking away from the truck. Scout took a deep sigh as he looked at the little creature in his hands, who have just woken up from a nap. The little Buizel started to wipe his eyes with his good paw. Scout kept Buizel in his arms as he began to get out of the truck as well, keeping the Pokémon close to him. A loud bang came from Solider as he slammed his first on the table, clearly showing just how angry he is.

"Alright, ladies!" he said. "We're home, now we can talk about this little monster we brought back!"

"Are we really doing this now, Solider?" asked Scout, raising his voice a bit but not too much to scare Buizel. "God damn it, we just came back! Give everyone a chance to relax."

"There is no relaxing in war, son. Only war and more war! That little whatever it is could be a spy for BLU!"

"Despite his overuse of the word war," began Spy. "I agree with Solider. We don't know what this thing is. Not to mention he did ruin the whole mission, and caused us to lose our intelligence as well."

"And that's this little guy's fault?"

"No, it's yours as well!"

"Damn it! You know what? Let's just put this to an end now otherwise we'll never stop arguing. Lets all put it into a vote. We'll vote to see if we keep this little guy until he's better, or we get rid of him now. All in favor to kick him out raise your hand."

Spy and Solider raised their hands, but they were the only ones of the team to do so. "All in favor to keep him?" said Scout, as he raised his hand, while holding Buizel in the other. Everyone else then began to raise their hand, agreeing to keep the Pokémon in their headquarters.

"You're all agreeing with Scout?" asked Spy. "You all realize that if it wasn't for this little thing we wouldn't have this problem!"

"Da, but look at him Spy!" said Heavy, pointing to the Buizel. "He's so tiny and cute, and….tiny!"

"And besides, partner," said Engineer. "We don't have an exact reason to kill him. We're mercenaries who are paid to kill men over at BLU, not little animals."

"You say that when we have someone like Pyro on our team, who also raised his hand to keep this thing!"

Pyro doesn't say anything as he's too busy looking at Buizel. He takes out his fire axe, which in Pyro's eyes he thinks is a giant lollypop, and offers it to Buizel. The Pokémon give Pyro a confused and somewhat scared look as he slowly backs away from the fire axe.

"See, Spy? Pyro likes him," said Scout. "At least I think he does."

"Why do I even bother? Fine, he'll stay, but you have to look after him Scout! Don't expect me to take care of the little beast. If you need me, don't! I'll be in my smoking room."

Spy takes out a cigarette, and walks away from the group to be alone. Buizel watched the man in the red suit walk away, feeling bad that he caused this whole problem. Usually, he would feel smug and not care when he would get blamed on something by other Pokémon, but these weren't Pokémon he was dealing with. These are trained killers he's dealing with.

"Hey, Medic," said Scout, as he walks over to the doctor. "Doc, can you help our friend here?"

"Scout, I'm a doctor not a veterinarian," Medic pointed out.

"Aw, come on! He just has a sprained wrist. Even you could patch that up."

"Well yes…alright, fine. I'll help the little guy, and maybe even discover what he is while doing so."

"You're not going to experiment on him are you?"

"…Of course I'm not! What gave you that ridiculous idea?"

"You're holding a saw in your hand."

Medic looks at the saw, but then throws it behind his back making a crashing sound. "Not anymore."

"Look, just fix his paw and don't go crazy doctor on him."

The Engineer walks up behind Scout, putting his hand on the kid's shoulder. "Don't worry, buddy," he told him. "I'll help Medic with any experiment he has in mind and will make sure it won't hurt the little fella."

Scout nods at the Texan as he hands Medic the Pokémon. "Don't worry, I promise I won't. After all, it would be a crime to hurt this little guy."

Buizel looks at Scout, still looking very scared. Scout pats him on the head. "Hey, don't worry buddy. Medic and Engine will help that paw of yours feel better in no time. Just trust them alright?" Scout gives him an assuring smile, making Buizel smile a little bit. Medic, along Engineer then takes the little guy to his lab and starts to do what he can to heal his paw while Scout goes back to his own room.

The next day, all of the members of RED got up early in the morning to get ready for their long day of training. Solider told everyone the night before to get ready for a hard day of working out and getting ready for the next battle since everyone, not only Scout, had a terrible performance out on the battlefield. It was as if a whole team of noobs were playing as them on a video game and getting their asses kicked by a team who actually knew how the play the game. Before they headed to the training area, Medic walked out of his lab with Buizel, who had his left paw all wrapped up in white bandage tape, walking right beside him. Scout turned around and a smile came right out of him once he put his eyes on Buizel.

"Hey! He's better!" said Scout, with much joy in his voice.

"Indeed he is," said Medic. "You're all not going to believe what I found out while treading his paw. After some non-painful experiments and DNA testing, I've discovered what this creature actually is."

"Is he a spy?" asked Solider, who put a hand on his shotgun, ready to pull it out.

"No! No need for violence there, Solider," said Engineer, moving Soldier's hand away from his gun. "The little guy isn't a spy. In fact, he isn't even from this world. Turns out he's creature called a Pokémon."

"What's a Pokémon?" asked Scout.

"Its Japanese for 'Pocket Monster'," said Medic. "In his world, Pokémon are animal like creatures that people use for battle. We also found out he needs water regularly since he's a Water Pokémon, otherwise he'll dry up and die. He's also quite strong against fire, able to withstand flames more than any other living creature. Also they can only say their own name of what type of Pokémon they are. So in this case, this is a Buizel, which is a type of Pokémon."

"And you eggheads were able to figure all that out within one night?"

"It's actually quite easy to accomplish anything when Engineer and I put our brains together. That and the help from Engineer new DNA invention that can tell you what species anything is from a simple DNA sample and everything about them."

"No point asking why since we live in a world where we respawn once we die, so…"

"That reminds me, while trying to treat to his wounds; I did try to use my Medi Gun on him but it didn't work. So if I ever have to treat another injury of his I'll have to do it the old fashion way. So do be more careful, Pokémon."

"Wait a second!" said Solider. "You two said that in his world people use these little monsters from combat?"

"He's not a monster!" shouted Scout. "Well, I mean technically he is but you know what I mean!"

"Quiet, Scout! This thing could just be what we need to defeat BLU every time we fight them."

"The answer is no. This Pokémon almost died yesterday if it wasn't for me, and not to mention he's injured!"

"You're really beginning to test my patience…"

"Check in again when I actually give a crap about your damn patience."

"Damn it, you bunch of bloody wankers!" shouted Sniper, walking in between both Solider and Scout. "I am getting really sick and tired of hearing who can argue the most between you two. Listen, Solider, the little Pokémon may be used for fighting, but as Spy said he's Scout's responsibility. And if he doesn't want the little guy to fight, then he doesn't have to fight! Now I didn't wake up at six in the morning to stop children form fighting, I woke up to train. So you two shut the hell up and let's get to work."

Solider lets out a growl. "Fine! But you'll all have to see the big picture soon enough. Man up, ladies. It's training time!"

All of the men walked in the trainer area and began to workout and better themselves for the next battle. Scout got on one knee and looked at Buizel. "Sorry about Solider," he told the Pokémon. "Guy's a bit of an asshole. Listen, if you want to fight with us you can, but at least watch what we do before you make a choice alright? Not sure if you can fully understand me but just sit back and watch alright? If you understood all that, give me a high five with your good paw." Scout put up his hand to offer a high five. The Buizel let out a big smile and gave the man a big high five with his little paw. "Now that's what I'm talking about, buddy! Huh…you know I just realize you don't have a name. Do you have one? I mean all I hear you say is Buizel, and Bui Bui." The Pokémon gave it some thought, but then just shrugged as he just said his own name. "Hmm, well I'm not going to call you Buizel since that'll be like naming a dog 'dog'. No…you're name will be Scout Junior, or just Junior for short. You like that little guy?" Buizel, who is now named Scout Junior, yells "Buizel!" in excitement, showing his happiness for his new name. Junior jumps up and gives Scout a big hug. Scout was caught off guard by the hug, but then smiled as he returned it. With all the warfare he goes through everyday, its not often Scout gets any time of affection like a hug anymore. It felt good to him, a feeling that's welcomed back to him.

Scout breaks the hug as he walks in with Junior to the training area. As they walk in, Junior looked around and saw everyone with their guns out; shooting, blasting, and setting on fire a handful of targets. Scout took out a small water bottle to give to Junior, and told him to go find a safe place to watch the action. Junior did just that as he ran to one of the corner holding the water bottle in his good paw and sat back to watch what these men were capable of. Junior paid close attention to Scout and studied what he did. Scout took out his Scarrergun as he began to run at with his fast speed, taking out rows of targets shot by shot. He changed weapons, switch to his baseball bat and taking out another row of targets with his melee weapon. Junior looked at awe watching how quick Scout was both on his feet and with a weapon in hand. Scout took a moment to gloat as he started to run in place, putting two fingers on his throat and shouted, "I'm not even winded here!" showing off his stamina. Junior let out a laugh he's starting to see why he was named after Scout; guy was as cocky as he is. But the arrogant attitude started to go away as Spy appeared from nowhere and shot Scout in the foot.

"Ouch!" Scout yelled, going down holding his foot. "What the hell was that for?"

"Never really got the chance to get payback on you for ruining my plan over a smelly animal." said Spy.

"So you shot me in the foot?"

"I did aim for your head, but that would have been too easy, but I could aim there now if you wish."

Spy cocks his gun and aims it at Scout's head with a smirk on his face. Junior's eyes widen and began to panic. He didn't know what Scout could come back in a few seconds if killed so he jumped up and ran to Scout and Spy. He used Agility to speed up and get to them faster. Both Spy and Scout turned their heads as they heard Junior running their way to help out. The Pokémon jumped up, took a deep breath, and then used Water Gun on Spy; knocking him down with the force of water. Everyone turned to look at the Pokémon, all looking shocked at what just happened. Junior started to cry as he ran to Scout, hugging him again. Scout wrapped his arm around the little guy and petted his head.

"Hey, it's okay Junior," Scout said. "Just a flesh wound. And don't worry, even if he did pull that trigger I would have came back from the dead a few seconds later. Everyone here can respawn, so there's no reason to worry alright?"

Junior said Buizel softly as he kept hugging him, wiping his tears. Spy got him, as he was now soaking wet from the Water Gun attack. "Junior?" he asked. "You're calling him Junior now?"

"It's short for Scout Junior."

"Wonderful, that's just what we need; another Scout."

Buizel growls at Spy, giving him a dirty look. Medic ran over to Scout and healed him with his Medi Gun, closing the open wound on his foot just like that. Junior watched as the wound closed, looking amazing on how quickly it healed.

"You were really worried for me out there, huh buddy?" asked Scout. Junior nodded his head, looking somewhat sad. He than began to say his name over and over again, trying to tell Scout something but he couldn't understand what he was trying to say. Junior then ran to a standing target, pointed at it, and then uses its Water Gun attack on the target. Scout still looked a little confused, still trying to figure out what he's trying to say. Junior then stood by Scout's side and began to throw punches, but then holding his sprained paw from moving it too fast. Scout then understood what he meant. "Hold up, are you saying you want to fight with us?" Junior nodded his head, giving Scout a smile. "Junior, this kind of work is dangerous. You could get seriously hurt and Medic won't be able to heal your injures with his gun. Are you sure about this? Your paw is still sprained." Junior said his name once more, and gave Scout a serious look. Sprained paw or not, Junior wanted to do this and fight with Scout and RED. "Alright, Junior. Welcome to the team."

"But what about his little paw?" asked Heavy.

"He doesn't need to use his paw, at least not all of them. He'll train with us for the next few days then we'll take him onto the battlefield when we get back our intelligence. Now come you knuckle heads, we got some training to do!"