I don't own Pokémon. Neither SRMTHFG.

Pretty short, srry...i got outta ideas.

R&R please.

Gibson, May, Norman and Max landed near the game-version of Professor Oak's lab.

They called their Pokémon back and Max asked: "So, what now?"

With a sigh Gibson admitted: "I truly don't know. Antauri will ask his group to stay out of public for now and I'm pretty sure Ash and the other do the same."

"Why so?", asked May.

"This John studied our home May", answered Norman for his daughter. "A few of us will most likely meet ourselves here."

"Which means, everyone in Pallet Town will surely recognize Ash", continued Gibson.

Now the two younger human seemed to understand and May sighed: "Well, when he did that just a few months ago, then I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere around this game as a top-coordinator as well."

"As are Cynthia, Lance and Steven as Champs, not to mention Ash and the others", agreed Max.

"So what?", asked May.

Everyone was silent, then Max perked up: "Can't you sent your flying types out to look for them. I mean, Ash surely doesn't wear the same this game-Ash wears, Antauri isn't that hard to recognize either and to anyone but us it would be unusual to see Lance and Steven in the same group."

Gibson smiled brightly at the idea and praised: "Max that's brilliant."

The boy beamed at this while May just rolled her eyes amused.

"But what flying types will you send out?"

The blue-haired teen thought at Norman's words, then stated: "I'll keep Latios and Garchomp with me. Considering they're legendary and pseudo-legendary, but I'll send out Chatot and Swellow."

May said: "I can use Beautifly and Swablu, Tropius will cause too much attention."

Both teens nodded, then threw their balls.

The four flying types appeared and Gibson instructed: "Alright you four. We need you to check everything around Pallet."

"When you think you see Ash, Antauri, Lance, or any of the people we just travelled with, fly down to them, they'll recognize you", caught May up, then Gibson took over again.

"But just do it when you are absolutely positive it's them, there are a few people who'll look pretty much like them, alright?"

The three birds and the butterfly nodded and shot into the Sky.

"So, what now?", asked Max after a few minutes.

"We wait", answered Norman simply, getting groans from his children and an amused chuckle from Gibson.