(A/N): Hello, everyone, and welcome to the fourth oneshot in the Variety Pack! I noticed that there are practically no fics about Guardian Signs, so I thought I'd give it a try. Disclaimer: I don't own Ukelele Pichu's tiny ukekele. Enjoy!

The girl breathed a sigh of relief as Latias flew away, safe for the moment, but stopped short as a man with red eyes flew up on a hovercraft, threatening the two of them. She heard Ben screaming her name as she took the deafening blast meant for him. She didn't know what was happening. All she knew was that there had been an interference in her and Ben's mission to Oblivia. A man in red clothes was going to shoot her fellow Ranger and best friend out of the sky, and she took the blast for him. It wasn't until she was catapulting towards the ocean that she thought maybe this wasn't the best idea in the world...

She glanced over at her Staraptor, and noticed that she was still unconscious. She called upon her styler to see if there was any hope of a water Pokémon below her. Nada. She grabbed her oxygen filtrator from her back pocket, slipped her goggles on over her light brown eyes, and prepared for impact. The icy Oblivian ocean nearly took the breath out of her.

However, the impact managed to break her styler off her wrist and send it towards the ocean floor. A tiny little Mantyke picked it up, curiosity shining in its black beady eyes. It dove off towards the ocean floor. The poor girl, drenched and exhausted, had no choice but to follow it.

Fifteen billion bubble attacks later, and she had finally convinced the Mantyke to drop the styler on some sort of hexagonal ruin resting on the ocean floor. She picked it up and reattached it onto her right wrist. Good. She felt empty without it. The click as the plastic reformed around her wrist was comforting, letting her know that she could still find a way out of this.

A loud whirring noise caught her attention. She whipped her head around to find a massive submarine floating along, creating a massive undercurrent. She fought it for a little, but soon unconditionally surrendered into the rush of the ocean, losing consciousness as she was whisked away.

She woke with a scream on something... sandy? She opened her eyes and found that she was lying on a beach, her toes just barely out of the water. She looked around instinctively for any wild Pokémon available for a capture, but found none. Odd.

"Styler? Location, please."

The device crackled. "Located on

Dolce Island in the Oblivia region. Water damage in the memory card. Water damage in in in thhhhhhhhhhhh..."

She sighed and turned the device off. She'd have to find the one Ranger stationed here and ask him to fix it for her.

She picked herself up, groaning at the amount of sand in places sand should never be, and explored her surroundings. There was a simple path, and she decided to follow it. It led to a branching point in the middle of a somewhat dense forest. She saw her first Pokémon there- a Pichu, with something strapped to its back. It turned around and she managed to get a closer look at the object on the electric rodent's back. It was a... ukelele? She rubbed her eyes and looked again. Yep, the miniature blue guitar was still there. Why would a Pokémon need one?

Her question was answered by the little one's next actions. He slung the ukelele into a playing position, and channeled a small bit of electricity into it, producing a happy little time that made the Pokémon Ranger smile. The Pichu glanced around warily, and played the tune again.

She accidentally stepped on a branch, and it snapped with a loud crack.

"Picha?" the little one asked. Its pink cheeks sparked with electricity, and it fearlessly charged the Ranger.

"Capture on!" she yelled. A disc launched from her styler, and a glowing blue stick emerged from the casing of the device. Her first capture outside of Ranger school went beautifully- no loops lost. The circles enclosed around the Pichu, and it took a sigh of relief.

"Pi picha!" he announced, hugging the girl's leg.

"Capture complete," she whispered. "Shall we find a way out of here?"

The Pichu nodded, and led the way down another path to- coincidentally- another beach, where an older man with white hair and a shirt printed with flowers was working on a boat.

The man eyed her warily. "What's a youngun like you doing on an uninhibited island like this? And what's with those strange clothes?"

She told him her story- how she and a friend had been transferred to the Oblivia Region on Ranger duties, how she took the blast for Ben, how she woke up on this island, and her encounter with the Ukelele Pichu.

"Thought you were a Ranger. I do remember Rand sayin somethin about two new Rangers heading our way. I'm Booker. What's your name, missy?"

She swallowed. "My name is Summer."

"Well, Summer, let's get you to the main island, and we'll go from there."

Maybe I'll find Ben on Renbow Island, or possibly a way to contact the HQ, she thought.

She climbed into Booker's boat, followed by her new partner, Ukelele Pichu, and the three of them set off for Renbow Island.

Little did they know that the future Hero of Oblivia was sitting in the boat, holding a waterlogged styler and wringing salt water out of her hair.