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As for this chapter, I can only say "Prepare for trouble!"
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Leave It To Brocko

Chapter 7

The girl – apparently called Leaf – pushed herself up, then stuck out her hand to help Gary up. He accepted, still a surprised smile on his face.

"It's really great to see you again, Leaf," Gary said, brushing off his clothes.

"It's great to see you too," she smiled.

I noticed the looks in both their eyes – they liked each other. As in like like. Misty noticed it too, I think, because her eyes narrowed slightly at Leaf. Uh oh.

"You've met before?" Misty questioned with a sweet smile, gesturing at Leaf and Gary.

Leaf, who hadn't met Misty before, and thus didn't know that sweet smile equaled trouble, just answered, "Yeah, back when he was such an arrogant and annoying trainer. But after some time, we became friends, right, Gary?"

Gary nodded and with a sidelong glance at Misty he added, "Though we haven't seen each other in ages."

At this, Misty relaxed a little more, and her semi-sweet semi-creepy smile was replaced by a neutral look. Thank Arceus – or maybe, thank Gary.

"So Gary, what about a little catching up?" Leaf asked, smiling, "Or is your plane leaving soon?"

"Er-"

"We missed our plane," I answered, when everyone looked at me questioningly.

"Dang it," Ash said, at the same time Misty said, "Your fault, Ketchum."

"What do ya mean, my fault?" he asked offended.

"You forgot to reserve our tickets!"

"Well, you said Gate 4 was on the Westside!"

"You said South!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Sigh. Ash and Misty maturing? Hah, good one. Never going to happen. I noticed Gary and Leaf looking at Ash and Misty weirdly, then at me, expecting me to do something.

Throwing my hands in the air with a sigh, I stepped in between the fighting couple, and placed one hand on Misty's shoulder, the other on Ash's.

"Okay guys, stop it, try to act mature," I said, and Misty stuck her nose in the air, while Ash pointed an accusing finger at Misty, exclaiming, "She started!"

"It doesn't matter who started, what matters is what we're going to do now."

"You're right Brock," Misty sighed, realizing how terribly unfeminine she had acted. Very unattractive, in her opinion, probably. Ash's opinion, however…

We turned back to Gary and Leaf, who were talking, Ash silently fuming and Misty slightly embarrassed.

"Ey guys," Gary spoke up hesitantly, "I was wondering, 'cause I haven't seen Leaf in a long time, if you would mind if she travelled with us for a while? She says she would love to go to Hoenn."

"Sure, no problem," Ash said, already seeing the possibilities of another girl in the group. Or he really didn't mind. How that boy's mind worked was a mystery.

"Sure," I forced a smile. Maybe if I got her and Gary together Ash and Misty could focus on each other again. Or not, and she would mess up things even more. If that was possible.

Misty couldn't disagree either, even though she obviously wanted too.

"Thanks a lot guys!" Leaf said happily, though I think she noticed Misty's reluctance, "But… how are we going to get to Hoenn? We just missed our plane."

I was about to answer, even though I didn't know what to do, when suddenly a stewardess in her mid-twenties appeared, with a big smile on her face.

"Did you miss your plane to Hoenn? Don't worry, Kanto Airlines offers another plane travel in just ten minutes!" the woman exclaimed happily.

"Really? I haven't seen that on the screen…" I trailed off, looking at the woman more closely. She seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Long crimson hair worn in a curl, blue eyes and a semi-genuine smile. All seemed very familiar, but… something was missing. Still I didn't know who she was, or why she seemed so familiar.

"Oh, it isn't, it's a surprise, specially for travelers who miss the rea- erm… the first plane!"

"C'mon, travelers, this way, this way!" another stewardess said in an unusually high voice, ushering us towards an old, unused looking Gate. It wasn't even numbered.

"Er… I suppose, we could give it try, right guys?" Gary asked, unsurely looking at the stewardesses.

"Yes!" Ash yelled gleefully, "That way I'll make to Hoenn in time!"

"Um… Ash, we didn't have a deadline," Misty said, also examining the stewardesses closely. The newest one had short, lavender colored hair and green eyes. She seemed familiar too, but she missed something too…

"Oh yeah, but the sooner the better, right?" Ash said, not thinking about anything besides getting as fast as possible to Hoenn. Eagerly he walked through the Gate.

Gary and Leaf followed him, but it was pretty clear they'd rather wait on the next plane. Misty and I closed the line, looking at each other, unsure what to do.

"Do they- Do they look familiar to you too?" Misty asked tentatively.

"Yeah," I said, "but I just can't remember who or what."

"No, me neither."

After a few moments, while we walked towards an old, small plane – I started to doubt this plan more and more – Misty started again, "It feels something is missing…"

"You have that too?"

"Hmm," she nodded.

"Yeah, I just can't remember what. It's really frustrating! It's on the tip of my tongue, but I just. Can't. Recall. It."

"Urgh, I know!" Misty said, dropping her ladylike act for a moment. Then she noticed the plane and stopped dead in her tracks.

"We're supposed to fly in that?" she asked, a bit anxious, "Not that I'm afraid to fly or something, but… I don't think flying in that er… plane is a good idea."

Leaf and Gary had stopped too, eyeing the plane suspiciously. Only Ash didn't mistrust the pile of junk, that was our so-called plane to Hoenn, and walked straight to the doors. Pikachu chu'ed worriedly, but Ash ignored his yellow Pokémon.

One stewardess – the one with the magenta hair – appeared behind us, pushing us towards the plane, with a big grin on her face.

"C'mon you twe- um- travelers, the plane is all ready and set for you."

Standing in the door opening, Ash summoned us, "Hurry up a bit, I want to leave today, and you're walking like Slowpoke."

Misty, enraged by Ash's comment – and completely forgetting her supposed feminine manners – marched to the plane's doors, then stopped next to Ash, crossing her arms and glaring at the boy. He just grinned back at her.

"Um… don't you want to see our tickets?" Leaf asked, when the lavender haired stewardess pushed both her and Gary in the plane.

"Oh, we trust you very much, don't worry about that," the long haired stewardess answered, while she pulled me at my arm into the plane.

The short haired one closed the doors as soon we were all in the plane. It wasn't very big, and there were no seats. Scratch that, there were seats, but they weren't exactly… seats. Two brown kitchen chairs, a white bench and a pink beanbag stood in a neat line. This idea seemed to get stupider every second.

Gary and Leaf quickly sat down on the bench – Leaf earning a glare from Misty – while Ash and Misty claimed the two remaining chairs. Leaving me with the… pink beanbag. Just great. Exactly how I wanted to spend my two hour long travel to Hoenn. Not.

They all grinned at me, as if they just won a price, and I glared back. They didn't care – or didn't see it, since my eyes were already squinty – because they just kept grinning.

"Welcome, travelers, welcome to The Rocket 3," the long haired stewardess said, "It's a pleasure that you have chosen to travel with us."

Chosen? We were practically forced.

"Please, meet our pilot."

A short man – really, really short, just a bit taller than Pikachu – with a weird skin color and a big moustache stepped in the room.

"It's a pleasure to be yar pilot for dis travel, and I hope ya enjoy!" he said in a distinct Brooklyn accent, a wide grin on his face. He seemed familiar too, that height, that face, that accent… still, I couldn't put my finger on it.

He stood there like that for a few seconds, before the long haired stewardess – obviously the boss on this plane – hissed to him, "Go and start the plane, you dimwit."

"Oh yeah!" he said, jumping up, and then walked back in the control room.

We felt the plane starting to move, and quickly rise in the air. This was it. There was no way back now – we were stuck with these two weirdos in an old, rusty plane. Great.

So we sat there, for like a hour – maybe more, maybe less, I didn't know, since my watch had stopped – talking occasionally, the two stewardesses grinning down on us creepily. Now and then, the magenta haired one would walk to the control room, and a hissed argument was heard between the pilot and her, though too vague to make out words. Then suddenly, a loud grumble was heard. Uh oh. I knew this plane was only good for the dump.

"I'm hungry!" Ash announced. Oh, so it wasn't the plane… just Ash's stomach. Which was quite scary too.

"Er… I'm sorry, we don't have food," the lavender haired stewardess replied, still in her unnatural high voice. Maybe it was natural for her.

"No food?" Ash whined, "But then I'll starve. We'll all starve. Oh no, we're all gonna diiiieeee!"

Misty smacked him on the back of his head. "Ketchum, don't be such a crybaby, we're not gonna die. Only you are, if you continue whining."

Gary snickered, but was quickly silenced by a glare from Misty.

Again, we passed some time sitting in silence, gazing out the non-existent windows. And again, quiet arguments were heard from the pilot and the long haired stewardess.

"Um… just wondering, but when are we going to land?" Gary broke the silence, "I mean, the travel only takes two hours, and we're flying for almost three hours."

Almost three hours? Only logical that my but was killing me.

"Don't worry, we'll land in a few minutes," the crimson haired stewardess said, in what was supposed to be a reassuring tone, but what sounded to me as pure evil. Why. Couldn't. I. Just. Remember. Her?

At her words, everyone sighed in relief. Except for me, of course, since I was too busying trying to figure out who they were.

"Why don't you let out your Pokémon, it's been long travelling for them too?" the short haired one asked.

"As long as they aren't too heavy or too big, like Onix," the other one added, with a glance towards me.

This situation was getting weirder and weirder. Did she know I used to have an Onix? And why did they want to have our Pokémon out, especially in the last minutes?

Ash happily released his five other Pokémon, and Gary and Leaf, after a few dubitable looks, released their own as well.

Psyduck appeared from one of Misty's Pokéballs, without her permission – when doesn't it? – and then quickly was followed by the rest of her Pokémon. I released mine too, with exception of Steelix, of course.

And suddenly the small plane was pretty crowded.

"I don't think this was such a good idea," Misty said, trying to sit down again, but couldn't as her Marill had taken her place.

"Oh, you're such a nuisance," she laughed good-naturedly, before picking the Pokémon up and placing it on the ground.

I watched as the small, blue Pokémon walked through the crowd of Pokémon and humans, and got accidently swept by Gary's Magmar's tail. I saw the tears form in its eyes, and quickly made my way to it.

I was too late. It started crying, loudly, making more noise than all the other Pokémon together. Not knowing what to do else, I started to lull it slowly, hoping it would calm down. It did, but as soon as I stopped, it started crying again. Oh Mew, why me?

My arms were falling asleep and I stood not very comfortable between all those Pokémon, when I came up with a maybe-solution.

"Crobat!" I called over to my Flying Pokémon, who gladly came to me, happy to have something to do.

"Here," I handed him Marill, or at least tried to, because Crobat just stared at me, with a look in his eyes that said, what do you want me to do?

"Er… Just hold it, and fly around a bit, so Marill gets a bit of distraction," I tried to explain. I honestly didn't know what I wanted it to do, really.

Carefully, Crobat took Marill in its mouth, and started to fly around slowly. Marill seemed to enjoy it, or was too scared to make a noise. You did that one well, Brock, I complimented myself.

But after a few minutes, I saw Crobat losing grip on the Pokémon, and Crobat, panicking, tried to throw it at me. It wasn't the best of a thrower and I wasn't the best of a catcher, so instead of at me, the poor Marill was directed at the long haired stewardess. It hit only her hat, though.

As a result, her hat was thrown of her head, revealing a very familiar figure.

I was dumb. Very dumb. Almost as dumb as Ash. How could I not have noticed it? Two persons, badly dressed up, one very small human – or Pokémon – talking in a Brooklyn accent, the name Rocket 3, releasing the Pokémon, the old plane, everything just pointed – no, not pointed, screamed – in that direction. Arceus, I really was dumb.

"Team Rocket!"

Yes, Brocko, the situation can get worse. Like this, for example.

A/N: Ah, what is a Pokémon fanfic without Team Rocket? Sorry, guys, just had to add them, and they're important for the storyline too. So, no jealousy and rivalry and awkwardness this time, but next time, maybe… Who knows? Oh wait, I do xD
Sorry for the terrible Brooklyn accent from Meowth, please go easy on me.
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