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A Crossover fanfic by A J

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but the plot is all mine.

Prequel Chapter 4

Just after Season Two:

The mysterious wave of energy crashed over Heatherfield like a tsunami, washing away all that was before.

Irma

Irma stretched, luxuriating in the flow of the water all around her. She was so glad she'd bought the little plug-in jet-stream maker for her tub; it turned it into a personal Jacuzzi. It had lulled her to sleep for a while, but now she blinked back to wakefulness with a slow grin. 'Good thing I'll never have to worry about drowning,' she thought, looking up at the surface of the water.

Something round floated into her field of vision. She was about to grab it, thinking it was her bath pouf, when it sprouted four legs and a head. 'Leafy,' she realized, grinning wider. It turned into a frown quickly as she thought 'Hey, I don't remember leaving him out, let alone bringing him in the tub with me …'

Poking her head above the surface so they were at eye level, she 'thought' at the tiny turtle. "Hey, little guy. What're you doing out of your bowl?" She had tried 'talking' with him like this before, with few results. (Though to be fair, since Taranee was the actual telepath, Irma wasn't sure he hadn't responded previously.) So she was completely floored when he opened his mouth and spoke.

"Don't like little clearstone home," he croaked. "Climbed out to be with you."

Irma noticed something else, even as her mind was reeling from the newly-conversant turtle before her.

Leafy was … rounder than before. His red markings hadn't changed, but almost everything else about him had. His shell and his head were more dome-shaped now, and … (she had to blink furiously a few times, to make sure it wasn't a matter of water-in-her-eyes,) there was a tiny plant growing out of his head!

"H-hey Leafy?" she started shakily. "What's up with the new look?"

Leafy looked back at her, his head cocked to one side in curiosity for a second, then down at his rippled reflection in the water between them. "Not new; Leafy always look like this. Am best Turtwig in town, no?"

Irma's brain stalled out for a minute. Then … "T-turtwig? Like … the Poke'mon?!" In her shock, she asked him out loud, instead of using her 'sending' ability. Her voice sounded strange, like she was breathing Helium mixed in with her water.

Leafy (the Turtwig!) blinked ponderously, and nodded with a reptilian smile. "Why surprised, Watirma? Forget you're a Wartortle? Nice one, too." Irma didn't know which was creepier; taking a good look in the mirror and finding out Leafy was right (!?!), or that her pet turtle (Turtwig!) was hitting on her …