Disclaimer: This statement is false.

Um, I'll go with false, yeah definitely false. Anyway, the disclaimers are going out the window, I feel there's no need for them anymore, and they're just keeping the word count up. Anyway, I think someone's reading this, and if so, hello! I hope you have as much fun reading this as I do writing it. No, really, I do. I've decided to start off with a message this time. I'm playing through the game a second time to refresh my memory right now, so while I catch up in game, here's a little bit which is just some more prequel, but I'm not showing it to the main character.

Chapter 10: Setting Off

Welcome to the Third Person

Chris was stunned at the video he just saw.

"Professor, was that-?" he began.

"No, I can assure you it's real." the Professor interrupted. "What you just saw was the arrival of Primal Dialga into this universe. He stopped time."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that." he responded.

"Not quite, you see, the government's been keeping tabs on certain pokemon know as legendaries."

"Legendaries?"

"These pokemon are one of a kind, and have amazing powers. Dialga is one of them. He is a practical god of time."

"Okay, that's interesting."

"There are other ones we know of too, there's Latios and Latias, Mew, and then there's Celebi."

"What's so special about her?"

"Well, you see, Chris, according to ancient texts our explorers have found in the pokemon universe, Celebi has the power of time travel. It also mentions that it ought to be green, which is strange considering it's actually a bright shade of pink."

"How do you know?"

"The government's been taking pictures, don't you know?"

"Really?"

"Yes, we've analyzed her patterns, and it turns out that she's going to pop up in Washington state in two weeks."

"Well, what's that have to do with our dilemma?"

"The problem originated sometime in the past. If you can get Celebi to send you to the past before it happened, then maybe you can stop it!"

"Going into something without a plan generally doesn't end well, Professor."

"Which is why I want you to take this." He shoved a large mobile phone at Chris. "This is a satellite phone. I want you to hold on to it, don't use it much though, it only has about six hours of battery. While you're gone, turn it on and call me. I'll fill you in on the plan while you're out there."

"Professor, I never even said I was going!"

The Professor then grabbed Chris's shoulders. "Son, the fate of the world, no, both of these worlds, rests on you and Grovyle's shoulders. You don't have a choice."

"But, why can't you do it?"

"Son, I'm sixty seven years old. This old dog is at the end of his tracks. Besides, your gift will be invaluable, I just know."

Chris stared at his feet. "Professor, I'm not sure I can." He shook his head. "I'm nothing special."

The Professor then pat the boy on the back. "You may be only thirteen, but I've never seen a pair more capable of saving the world, you and Grovyle."

"Really?"

"Definitely, now go, and make me proud."

"Yes sir!" Chris ran out of the room to get Grovyle.

The Professor chuckled. "He's good, I'll give him that."

It was 5:00 PM when Chris was finally ready to set off.

"Now, Chris, that bag I gave you is little more than a glorified sack with a strap attached to it. It's not even that big, you ought to get a new one, alright?"

"Sure thing, Professor, stop nagging me."

"Now, remember, what's left in that car's gas tank will only take you to Colorado, you'll have to get the rest of the way to Washington without a definite method of transport."

"I know, you've told me a million times, Professor." Chris got into the same car he hot-wired the week before, and opened the passenger door for Grovyle.

"Chris, before you go, say good bye to Mr. and Mrs. Cobb, all right?" the Professor requested.

"Don't worry, I was planning on it, they're on the way out anyway." Chris twisted the red wires together and the electronics came on.

"Chris, before you go, I want you to have this." The Professor gave Chris a silver dollar.

"Whoa! A Silver Eagle! How did you know I loved these coins?" Chris was truly happy with his gift.

"I think that if you live with someone for a week, they're bound to figure out what you want as a gift." the Professor responded.

The car then started.

When the car stopped in front of Cobb Hardware, Mary and Bill Cobb rushed out immediately.

"Chris! What are you doing!" Bill yelled.

"I'm going to Washington state!" Chris responded.

"Why, dear?" asked Mary.

Chris looked ahead. "I need to meet someone."

"Who?" the couple asked.

"Someone who can end this." Chris said. "Anyway, I hope I see you two again."

"Me too, Chris, me too." said Bill as the car drove off into the night.

The car was just on Interstate 90 when it finally conked out.

"Finally, Grovyle, something exciting happens on this trip!"

Chris and Grovyle piled out of the compact and stretched their legs.

"Dang it, we've still got like, 1,000 miles to do!" Chris said.

Grovyle just gave him a look.

"All right, I won't complain, but still, how are we gonna get there in thirteen days?"

Grovyle responded in his language. "We walk."

The boy didn't understand any of it. "So, let's get going then."

They walked for about five minutes before the boy got bored.

"You know what? I'm gonna check in with the Professor, no doubt he's waiting for some kind of news."

Chris pulled out the phone and called the Professor.

"Hello, who is this?" came the Professor's voice.

"Hey! It's me, Chris!"

"Oh! Wonderful of you to call, where are you right now?"

"Somewhere on I-90. In Montana, we just passed the sign."

"Good! You've made amazing progress, but are you aware of the time?"

"Uh, no." the boy answered confusedly.

"It's three in the morning!" the Professor angrily screamed.

"Oh! Whoops!" Chris exclaimed.

"Nah, it's all right, I've been up all night with a pokemon I recently found."

"Huh?"

"She's called a Ninetails, although she insists I call her- oof!" The sound of a small fight for the phone was on the other end.

"Something going on over there?" The boy asked. Grovyle shot him a questionable look. He simply shrugged.

"Chris, it's my new Ninetails friend. Did I mention she's telepathic?" the Professor said breathlessly.

"No, that's new..." Chris responded.

"Anyway, I told her about you and Grovyle, and she's insisting that I let her speak with Grovyle."

"Alright, give her the phone, I'm giving it to Grovyle." Chris said. "Hey, Grovyle, apparently there's a girl on the phone for you."

Gorvyle looked extremely confused as he took the phone.

"Hello?" Grovyle spoke into the phone.

"Grovyle, you bastard!" yelled the Ninetails on the other end.

Grovyle sighed. "Ugh, Valerie, are you still angry about the incident in the prison?"

"It's not that!" she yelled so hard that Grovyle had to remove the phone from his head to avoid deafness. "I told you to wait for me to come before you and the boy left!"

"Why does it matter? You can explain it to us over the phone! Or even through those psychic messages you sent me."

"I can't exactly send them over one hundred miles! I could barely get them to you when I was helping you out of that jail!"

"Well then, why does it matter?"

"I kind of wanted to see him off..." Valerie said softly.

"And why is that?" Grovyle asked.

"None of your business! Anyway, I've already explained how to fix time to the professor, and now I'll tell you. Ready?"

"Go on."

Valerie took a deep breath. "Listen up, I'm only gonna say this once. You need to collect all the Time Gears, steal them. Understand? Time will stop, so run like I'm chasing you with my flamethrower after you get them."

"Wait, but won't I just be causing the problem?" Grovyle asked.

"No, that will only be temporary. Once you have all the Time Gears, you'll need to activate the Rainbow Stoneship, and then you'll need to defeat Primal Dialga before his temper tantrum destroys Temporal Tower, because that is when time stopped. When Temporal Tower collapsed. Trust me on this, though. He'll do everything he can to stop you. He's a wild monster, driven on blood-lust and survival instinct. If he sees you as a threat, then he kills you."

"Then what?" asked Grovyle.

"I never got that far." the Ninetails responded

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind, you've met Celebi before, Grovyle, right?"

"Yes, lots of times. First one was when I was still a Treecko." Grovyle neglected to add that he fancied her.

"Good. That means she already knows what you're doing."

"What? How?"

"She told me that she's spoken with future versions of you, and that you filled her in."

"Time travel is so confusing."

"Here's the most confusing part. When you change the past, our present will cease to exist, meaning that you'll be erased from existence."

"Huh? But, that can't be..."

"Listen Grovyle, this is your choice, you can back out if you want, or you can continue towards certain doom, but with the chance of a better future for everyone." Valerie plainly said.

Grovyle said nothing for a while.

Chris then asked, "Hey Grovyle, are you done on the phone?"

That made up Grovyle's mind. "I'm going to do it. For these humans. They never were even involved."

"I thought you would say that. Anyway, pass the phone to Chris, I'll have the professor explain it to him."

Grovyle passed the phone to Chris and he had a similar conversation with the Professor.

"Alright, got it. Talk with you later, Professor." Chris ended the call.

They stood there for a bit. Then Chris finally spoke up.

"So, that's what we're going to need to do, Grovyle. How freaking ironic!" Chris then began to laugh. "We have to stop time in order to make keep it going! That's freaking amazing!" Grovyle joined in too.

"Anyway, let's get moving, only so much time to get to Washington, and even less to meet with Celebi."

The duo then walked off towards Washington, not daring to look back. As they walked off, a soft song flowed through the countryside. "Here comes the sun..." One of them was singing.