A/N: Okay, maybe I should've called the last chapter the prologue. The pokemon world, and actual characters, will be brought into the plot this chapter.

A teen in the shadows: thanks for reviewing, and the plot will be broadened a little bit in this chapter, so hold on for the moment.

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Pokemon is sadly not owned by me, but I own all of my OC's in this story, so no touchy.

Now that I've said what's due let's get this chapter started.

******Chapter 2. Not Alone******

Sly's POV

"Ughh"

What happened, where am I? I know I was outside the house doing something, but everything after that is a total blur I recalled, everything being a blur in the past.

"Huh?" I exclaimed since something was poking my leg, "what is a gible doing in North America."

Well, I guess it's a good thing that I know Pokemon species, because that gible would look menacing to me if I didn't. But, still, why is a Pokemon in North America? I thought to myself

I looked up and gazed around noticing the change in scenery after my past experience.

Wait, there's tons of pokemon, alright who laced my pizza?

I stood up slowly and resolved to try to find some sort of civilization, so I could at least make sense of some of the situation I was currently in.

"Hmm," I said as I pondered being unconscious for a moment "Nah, I wouldn't have the massive headache I have right now if I was."

Then I noticed the gible from before still walking after me.

How long has that gible been following me? I thought he had disappeared a while back. I guess I didn't scare him off.

The land shark pokemon continued to follow me, until I finally resolved to try to talk to it.

Turning around slowly I questioned, "Why are you following me"?

Something rustled in the bushes, and two men in black ran into the distance.

"Okay, not who I was looking for but, where are you, you little son of a …" I said as I was cut off by the gible proceeding to jump out of a tree and lodge itself on my head with its strong rows of teeth.

The little bastard won't come off. Maybe I can persuade him off.

I hurried to find some sort of berry or fruit, and with my luck, I found the berries that he apparently liked; shown by the fact that he now bit into the skin on my hand trying to release my grasp on the berries.

"Owww!" I shouted before the gible let go, and I saw streaks of blood seeping out of the small cut wounds in my hand.

He ran into the bushes hiding with the berries, and he had dropped some out of the bunch. I looked down, and picked up the extra pecha berries, as I now recalled the name of the berries.

"Here, you little devil-spawn, have some more berries," I spoke now realizing he just wanted the berries.

Maybe I should try to get him to come along with me I thought

He didn't seem like he was too shy, because he slowly but surely waddled out of the bushes and came up to me.

Remembering that he bites whenever he sees something that smells like food in my hand, I placed the berries on the ground and inched back about a foot.

The gible looked down, back at me, and then ate the food splayed before him.

It looks as though the gible was just hungry, that's why he bit my hand.

I stuck out my hand, remembering that dogs back home liked to sniff your hand before being touched or neared by you.

The gible stared at my hand. He looked a little scared and tense, but in that tenseness was a certain longing for a friend.

"Come on, I won't bite, just don't bite me," I said calmly.

He looked like he understood me for a second, and he inched forward. At the moment, I wondered if he was afraid of me, just as I was afraid of him. His nose was centimeters away from my hand, and now I just had to let him smell my hand. I closed my eyes, intimidated by those devilish teeth.

That's it, closer, closer…

The gible sniffed my index finger, and he slowly nudged my hand onto his head. I opened my eyes to see the small gible leaning into my hand, wanting me to pet him.

I'm pretty sure that no-one else woke up after being zapped by something to this beastly looking creature, and decided five minutes later to pet it, despite the fact it has teeth that look like (and feel like) they could chew through steel. I reveled in the moment.

Shortly I noticed a man walking out of the overgrowth along the pathway I had stopped on. He was a white/grey haired man in his late mid-fifties. He wore a brown overcoat over his dark blue suit, coupled with his black slacks. He held a mysterious briefcase.

Think… a man suddenly appears out of the bushes. Of course, they never told me about what to do in this situation in any of my self-defense classes. And, what the hell does he have in a briefcase that big? I thought as he approached me.

Before I could run he grabbed my arm, and pointed to the gible that I had just befriended.

"Is that your pokemon?" he asked me.

"No sir, I really don't know where he came from." I said, a little scared of this mystery man.

"He seems to have taken a liking to you. Sorry if I scared you a little, but I heard you and decided to watch you befriend your new friend here," he said with a cheery attitude.

Well, of course, he was just watching me from the bushes. I'm pretty sure that most people would deem that worthy of calling him a pedophile now. I joked to myself, unaware that I was causing an awkward silence.

"No apologies needed sir, but why were you watching in hiding."

"Oh, of course, I was watching from a distance as to not startle the gible. By the looks of him, he is just a child. But, where is his mother?" asked our mystery man.

"My goodness, I must not have introduced myself. My name is Professor Rowan, and to whom may I have the pleasure of speaking to?

Now understanding I slowly looked at his outfit. Yes, he did look like the Professor Rowan from the game, Pokemon Diamond.

"You're Professor Rowan? Wow, I never thought I would meet you face to face. Sorry, I'm just so excited to meet you. My name is Sly, Sly Matthews." I said, now totally excited to be in this awkward situation.

Wait where'd gible go? I thought until I looked down.

The gible had fallen asleep in my arms while we were talking, and my arms were now giving way to his weight. I put him down gently, as not to wake him up. He was surprisingly heavy for his small body size. But, that is to be understood, because gible often eat soil for food.

"Well, it looks like your gible is warming up to you already," said Professor Rowan before yawning.

"Oh, look at the time… it's already nine-o-clock. Say, would you like to come back to my house to talk over some tea; I have a guest room that you could stay in." asked Professor Rowan, aware that it was extremely late in the evening to be outside in the wild.

I guess it would be nice to have a place to crash for the night. I pondered for a second before responding.

"Sure, thank you Professor Rowan." I said thankful for his act of kindness when I needed it.

I walked off into the sunset discussing pokemon types, and the systemization of the new Unova region pokedex with Professor Rowan, all the while with my new friend gible by my side; The sunset background on the small city of sandgem town almost seemed to welcome me like I was returning home after a long journey.

Well it looks like it's going to be a long night.

******To be continued******

A/N: Alrighty then, just like last time, read and review folks. My will to (continue Sly's story) write this new series, weakens with less reviews.

Sly: So please, review, or I'll be stuck talking to Rowan on an endless journey to Sandgem town while he waits for more reviews. I might have to kill… I mean severely hurt to the point of near-death, a certain pokemon professor you all know and love.

Next post will be May… Oh, whenever the hell I feel like it. Or whenever you feel like reviewing a lot.