Fan Fiction vs. Real Life
Outside of science fictions genres (and even within sadly) people rarely consider the complexities of time travel. Just think of the complexities highlighted by Shedon in 'The Nerdvana Annihilation' episode of Big Bang Theory. If one were to go into the past in order to prevent a certain event form occurring, then in preventing the event, you would not have the motivation to go back into the past in order to do the action which prevented the event, therefore your action in the past would not occur and the event would, so you would go back into the past to prevent the event and in so preventing it, not need to prevent it, thus you . . . you get the point, right? It's some sort of crazy circular paradox that no one ever seems to properly consider when time traveling.
Now when I think time travel, there is only one man that comes to mind and honestly I couldn't help myself. Plus, Doctor Who has always been very good at considering paradoxes so you've got to love them (all the more) for that.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon. Or (sadly) the tenth Doctor.
Fan Fiction vs. Real Life: Back to the Future
Fan fiction vs. Real life #7
In fan fiction, time travel happens without consequence.
In real life and the sci-fi genre, time travel is really hard.
She stepped out onto the plush landscape with a sense of deep awe, her eyes gazing over every feature and drinking it in with pleasure. The wind swept lightly through her red hair, and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Is this really Kanto?" she asked in awe and disbelief, the words resting on her expelled breath.
"Yep," a man in a long brown overcoat - one he had been given by Janis Joplin – replied, popping the 'p'. "Kanto Region, 2031. Weellll . . . I say 2031 but really it should be about 19 years.
"Human race are just starting out on this planet," he said, taking on that admiring 'isn't your species so cute?' tone in his voice, "what with all that awful business with the Mayan's resetting the planet in 2012, it just seemed simpler to move on and wait for the earth to catch up. Very impatient lot, that race of yours."
"Wow," she awed, barely listening to him as he spoke. "I can't believe I'm about to see a real live Pokemon."
"I'm sure you've seen, like pictures and holograms," the doctor argued. "Your parents must have loads of them."
"It's not the same as seeing one in real life," she complained giving him a stern look inherited along her maternal line.
"And now you get to see some of the first ones," he beamed. "I'm pretty brilliant, aren't I?" he fished for the compliment. "You know you want to say it."
"I will once you live up to your promise and show me some Pokemon," she replied. "I want to see a pikachu."
"All right," he replied, digging into his much bigger on the inside pockets and dragging out a red device with a blinking button. It made random noises as it searched over the area for something of interest to his companion, speaking aloud when it reached a sparrow like creature.
"Pidgeotto, an evolved from of pidgey. It is armed with sharp claws and dives . . ."
He frowned. Now that wasn't quite right. The secondary evolutions didn't develop until much later into this planets history.
"Hey, look there's some people," his companion noted. "Maybe they know where we can find a pikachu," she suggested, having little to no faith in his ability to find her Pokémon as promised.
He looked up, his eyes widening as he recognized the three figures in the distance and the Pokémon seated on the shoulder of one of them. "Cecily," he cautioned, "I think it's best you . . ."
"Why, Doctor?" she asked, her eyes narrowing at him suspiciously. "You've taken us to the wrong place again, haven't you?" she questioned dangerously.
"Not the wrong place . . ."
"The wrong time then," she answered, her hands poised dangerously upon her hips. "Well, how far off are we this time?"
"Oh, no more than about," - he paused briefly to gauge the time and Cecily fully expected him to go and lick something in order to make his estimate - "nine hundred and eighty . . . four years," he answered casually. "Give or take a few months."
"Nine hundred and eight-four years," Cecily repeated. Such glanced at the three travelers she had spotted in the distance and suddenly realized that the Doctor hand't licked or sniffed anything, or used any of his super time-lord senses to determine their place in time, but merely gazed at the group in question.
"Then those are . . ."
"No, Cecily," he said strongly, with a rare sternness in his voice. "You cannot go over there. You cannot talk to them. You cannot touch them. Anything you do or say to them might disrupt your own time line. You could create a paradox and cause a crack in fabric of time that would destroy the entire universe."
"Oh stop being so melodramatic," she complained. "I only wanted to say 'hi'. Plus, they'll have a pikachu on them. You promised me a pikachu, Doctor."
"No, no and no, Cecily Hannako Slate," he said, calling out her full name in the same way that her mother did when she didn't want her to do something. She raised a single copper coloured eyebrow in his direction, challenging him on the sudden address.
"Cecily, please," he almost begged. "Look, I haven't met your grandmother, but if she is anything like your mother, then I really do think it's best that we stand right over here where it's safe."
"Oh, c'mon, Doctor," she pleaded playfully. "Nana Misty isn't that bad. What's the worst that could happen?"
The Doctor scowled. "Paradox," he answered, "crack in fabric of time. Weird time monster things that eat people's faces and delete them from existence.
"And she might slap me," he finished sulkily. "Or mallet me. You told me she has a mallet."
"Pfft," Cecily answered. "She only ever uses that thing on Pop. You'll be fine." The Doctor did not look amused by her attempted humour, or appeased by the concession.
"Cecily," he said warningly, "they're going to take one look at you and know exactly where you came from. Which means the three of them will know their future. And believe me when I say, there is nothing more dangerous to anyone in existence than knowing their own future."
Cecily frowned at him, quickly realizing the seriousness of the situation. "Okay, Doctor," she acquiesced. "What shall we do?"
"We'll just . . . stay here where it's safe," he told her seriously. "Just wait for them to pass and then I promise I'll show you that pikachu, Cecily."
"Okay," Cecily agreed, leaning gently into his side. "We'll wait."
"Does anyone else see a blue phone booth in the middle of that field over there?" Brock asked, pointing in the direction without actually looking at the box in question. It was rather strange, because whenever he tried to look at it, he found he couldn't actually see it and that he'd end up looking around the strange box as though it wasn't really there.
Ash and Misty both looked in the direction he pointed too, neither really seeing the item in question through the psychic field. "Not really, Brock-o," Ash replied.
"Did you want to sit for awhile or something?" Misty asked concernedly. "We're making good time."
"No," Brock said quickly, some sense telling them it was better that they move on. "We'll stop when we're out of this area. I'm just getting a creepy feeling like we're not suppose to be here."
They both looked at him questioningly, but moved on all the same.
As he glanced back over his shoulder, he could almost make out one of the figures standing beside the box. She had hair as bright as Misty's, but messy and fly away like Ash's, and her eyes dark and narrowed like his own. There was a strange familiarity and he could see himself, his friends, and the love of his life all combined within her features.
'Could it be?' he wondered but shook the idea out of his thoughts. It was impossible and he was simply seeing what he wanted to see, his mind bended by the psychic field.
It would only be years later as his eldest grand daughter - the daughter of his second son, Arthur, and Ash and Misty's eldest daughter, Isabelle - ran away with a strange man in a blue box that he would believe what he had seen. And only then would he realize how his own future was changed because of it.
~FIN~
How many of of you totally freaked out and thought that Cecily meant gymshipping? I mean, really, do you have so little faith in me? I did try to drop a few hints in there about maternal lines and what not to try and reassure you, but I'm not sure many would have caught that.
I think this just shows that I have been watching too much Doctor Who. Oh well, I still kinda like this one even though Misty and Ash are hardly even in it. It must be the second generation gymbouldershipping, because you know that's gonna happen.
