-The Legal Stuff:-

1) I am not affiliated at all to Game Freak nor to Nintendo, nor any other companies that write/produce Pokémon.

2) I do not own any part of Pokémon.

-A Waiver:-

1) I am not following any storyline already created, not a game, not the television show, my storyline is completely original as far as most characters go and as far as what is going on with the plot.

2) The only thing I borrowed from the game (I just started playing Crystal Version again) is the Gym Leader's names and their Pokémon, the city names, route names, and a couple of Team Rocket situations. I think I also mention well known people like Professor Elm and Professor Oak.

Basically…storyline and main characters are of my creation, the other stuff I borrowed from Crystal Version.

-And finally, the story. (: Enjoy!-


Chapter Fifty-Three:

Back To School.

"How did you say this happened?" The nurse asked me as she wrapped bandages tightly around my forearm.

"Uh," I pursed my lips. "I was walking through the Viridian Forest when I spotted a wild Pokémon that I wanted so terribly that I just ran right up to it and picked it up and squeezed the crap out of it until it bit me."

"What Pokémon was this?" The nurse asked, her eyebrow arching.

"You know," I smiled at her. "I have no idea."

"I see," she said suspiciously. She then turned around and planted her hands on her hips as she glared down at Doug sitting in the chair opposite of me. He flashed her a bright smile. "And what happened to you?"

"Same Pokémon," he said, nodding. "Except it beat the shit outta me."

"And you don't know what it was either, I'm assuming?"

"Oh no, I do," Doug replied. "A Metapod."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Could he have named a less likely Pokémon?

"A Metapod?" The nurse repeated and Doug nodded.

"Right," he said then looked over at me. "Right?" He asked me and I quickly nodded my head yes. He looked back to the nurse. "Right."

The nurse slowly turned around to look at me. "Metapod don't have teeth," she commented, staring at down at my forearm and then up to my face.

"This one did," I said.

"Huge fangs," Doug explained.

"And it drooled," I added.

"Uh huh," the nurse looked from Doug to me, the expression on her face one of incredulity. "And you guys said that you were…?"

"Pokémon Trainers," Doug answered.

"From Johto," I said.

"And you saw a Metapod, with teeth?" Her eyebrow arched.

"Fangs," Doug corrected.

"And drool," I said.

"Look you two," she snapped suddenly as she again planted her hands on her hips. "I don't know who you two think you are, but here in Viridian we do not take kindly to-"

"Holy Mew! Look at what just happened in the Viridian Forest?" Someone behind us squealed. I turned in my seat to look at the television hanging in the corner of the Pokémon Center. There was coverage from a helicopter over looking a clearing in the forest. In the middle, there were about ten people, all tied together. Two of the people were in the underwear, the others were completely clad in black. The subtitles across the bottom of screen spoke of how the Viridian police had just made the largest arrest of Team Rocket members in the history of the group forming. They had even been lucky enough to arrest one of the highest ranking members, Ms. Susanne Roberts.

I turned and faced Doug, he was staring at the television. After a moment though, he looked to me and quickly winked. "Good job there Runner-Up," he whispered.

"You didn't do so bad yourself Champion." I replied.

"Rowan Eden?"

"Over here!" My hand immediately shot up when I heard a nurse call my name.

"I have your Pokémon, and I'm sorry, but I couldn't get one back in her pokéball," the nurse said. I glanced around the woman as she walked towards me and found Espeon padding softly behind her.

"Hello Luma," I said.

'Rowan!' My Pokémon burst into a sprint and dashed into my lap, her tongue licking across my cheek. I smiled as I hugged her close to me.

"Be careful of your Metapod bite," I heard Doug remark and I broke out in a fit of giggles.


"I'm sorry, but Gary is not battling anyone else today," a young woman at the entrance of the Viridian City Gym said as Doug and I neared. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"What?" I sighed.

"He's taking a small recluse," she explained.

"I think you mean reprieve," Doug corrected and she shot him a glare. "Or he's decided to be a recluse, I don't know."

"Come back tomorrow," she snapped at me. "I'll take your names so that he'll wait to battle you both tomorrow before taking another recluse."

"Reprieve," Doug and I both corrected.

"Names," the woman snapped.

"Douglas Evergreen," Doug said, then pointed down at the paper where the woman was writing. "And next to that you can put Champion of Kanto and Johto."

The woman looked up, a look of admiration suddenly in her features. I pursed my lips. "And Rowan Eden," I said, the woman looked at me. "Runner-up to the Champion, so if he dies tragically one night, guess who wins it?"

"I think Lance gets it back at that point," Doug said and I shot him a glare.

The woman cleared her throat. "Thanks, I'll give these names to Gary."

"Thanks," I muttered. She stood up from the desk she was at and hurried further into the gymnasium. Doug and I turned around and headed out of the gym doors. "Now what?" I asked as we headed into the middle of Viridian City.

"You know, I'm not sure," Doug muttered.

I sighed as I watched a young woman hurry out of the door of one of the small houses in the city centre. She held in her arm a large stack of papers that she seemed to be struggling to carry. The young woman closed the door behind her then started to dash towards a much larger building near the Pokémon Center. Halfway there, she tripped over her own feet and started to fall. In the process of trying to catch herself, she threw her arms up in the air, along with the stack of papers.

Doug snickered under his breath and I rolled my eyes. "Here," I sighed. "I'll tell you how to be a gentleman, go help her."

Doug looked down at me, his eyebrow arched. "Yes ma'am," he hissed at me before stalking off towards the woman. She was kneeling on the ground, scrambling to pick up all of her papers. Doug stopped in front of her and squatted down, I could his lips moves as he spoke to the woman.

She instantly replied with a nervous smile on her face. Doug held his hands out towards her then, in one swift movement, pushed all the papers together and picked them up. He straightened up, and held his free hand out towards the lady. She graciously took it and Doug helped her to her feet.

They continued to talk for a moment, the woman looked nervous. Doug reached out and set his hand on her arm and said something. The woman's lips stopped moving for a moment. Then she said one word, that I managed to guess from looking at her mouth. 'Really?'

Doug nodded and pointed in my direction. I arched my eyebrow as the woman turned towards me, a grateful smile on her face. I looked from her and over to Doug. Across his face, there was a large, mischievous grin.

What had he just done?


The young woman pushed the door open to a small building that was in the middle of Viridian City. "Good morning," she called out across the room.

"Good morning Ms. Murphy," the roomful of even younger children exclaimed in return.

"What did you get me into?" I hissed under my breath. Doug chuckled behind me.

"Oh, just wait," he replied.

"Well now," the woman, Ms. Murphy, was saying. "I have a surprise for you all today!"

"Doug," I snapped. "I better not have anything to do with this surprise."

"As you all know, I was suppose to get your Pokémon Types tests back to you today," the teacher was explaining. "But Ms. Murphy fell a little behind this weekend, she got caught up in training her newly evolved Blissey."

"You didn't grade our tests?" A girl suddenly shrieked. At my side, Espeon hissed at the pitch of the scream.

"No Veronica," the teacher sighed. "I did not."

"So what do we get instead?" A boy asked now.

I was getting a bad feeling, not only about how conceited these kids were, but what the surprise was. "Doug," I muttered. "This better not be what I think it is."

"I brought with me today a Pokémon Trainer!" The teacher shouted excited, immediately wails of delight made their way out of the kids' mouths.

"Are you kidding me?" I snapped.

"Please welcome to the class Ms. Rowan Eden, the Psychic!" The teacher announced happily, then started to clap. The class followed along in applause, looking back at me as the teacher signaled to the back of the room, where I was standing.

"I don't do public speaking Douglas," I snapped.

"You do now," he said as he clapped along for a moment. He then proceeded to give me sharp push in the direction of the front of the room.

I cleared my throat and the room immediately silenced. "Uh," I murmured. "Hi. I'm Rowan."

"I can't hear you!" A girl screamed from the back of the room.

"I'm Rowan!" I snapped.

"You're really a Pokémon Trainer?" A boy asked me, he was sitting on the front row.

"Yea."

"How long have you been one?" Another student asked. I guessed that their ages ranged from eight to twelve.

"For a couple months," I replied. "I lived in New Bark Town-"

"In Johto?" A girl raised her hand and instantly asked.

"Uh, yea," I glanced over my shoulder. The teacher had disappeared into a small room. She sat behind a desk, staring down at the surface, where all her papers were. "In Johto."

"I got it right!" The girl squealed happily.

"What are you doing here then?" A student asked.

"Well, I battled all the gym leaders in Johto," I answered. "And then went on to the Indigo Plateau so that I could-"

"Are you the Champion?" A boy shouted.

"No, actually," I gestured towards Doug at the back of the room, a look of panic came over his face.

"No Stupid," the boy next to the one that had asked slugged the kid in the shoulder. "The Champion is a boy. The Champion could never be a girl."

"I was Runner-Up, I'll have you know," I spat at the kid.

"That's not the Champion," he retorted, and stuck his tongue out at me. I fought the urge to return the gesture.

"Why did Ms. Murphy introduce you as Rowan Dan, the Psychic?" A girl asked from the back of the room.

"Eden," I corrected her. "My last name is not Dan, it's Eden."

"Whatever," she hissed with a roll of her eyes. "Just answer my question please."

I arched my eyebrow. "Because that's exactly what I am."

"You're a Psychic?" A very young boy excitedly asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Do you even use Psychic Pokémon?" Another child asked.

"Of course I do," I hissed.

"Can we see them?"

I pursed my lips, I only had Luma on me at the moment and she was standing at the back of the room with Phantom. I glanced over my shoulder and found a PC with a transfer tray. I turned back to the class. "Give me a moment."

"You don't even have them on you?" A kid quipped and I wanted to yell at him.

"Well, if there's anything I've learned from watching her as a trainer," Doug said suddenly. "It's that you want to have a very well-rounded team, with lots of different kinds of Pokémon. Not only that but you need to train them so that you don't have one or two Pokémon that are your main Pokémon and everyone else is a back-up."

"Are you a trainer too?"

Doug shook his head. "No."

"Liar," I hissed under my breath as I finished deposited my Pokémon and moved to withdraw all the psychic Pokémon in the system. "So, here are the ones that I have at the moment," I said before tossing out the pokéballs in front of me. Slowpoke, Abra, Girafarig, Natu and Psyduck landed on the table.

"Psyduck is a water Pokémon!" A girl quickly pointed out.

"He has a psychic attack," I snapped back at her. "So he counts."

"Not really," a boy challenged me.

I glared at him. "Well I think he's cute, that's why he's out," I snapped.

"You only have five Pokémon that are psychic?" A kid asked from the middle of the room.

"Four, Psyduck is a water Pokémon," another kid corrected the first.

"You should evolve it into Golduck, they're cooler," a boy advised me.

I rolled my eyes. "Yea, I only have five. That's because my sixth psychic Pokémon," I waved to the back of the room, "is constantly out of her pokéball."

Luma quickly trotted to the front of the room and sat in front of me. A collective 'ooh' came up from the class. I smiled to myself, glad that I had impressed them.

"We were advised not to leave a Pokémon out of its pokéball," a girl quickly shouted.

My shoulders slumped. Damn all these kids.

"Well," I sighed, unable to come up with a witty retort. "Luma doesn't ever stay in hers."

"Luma? Is that her name?" A girl asked.

"No dopey, it's an Espeon," another kid snapped.

"It's my name for her, yes," I answered.

"Psh," a kid spit from the back of the room. He stood up, I assumed he was probably about twelve or thirteen. "You think that an Espeon is impressive?"

"I know my Espeon is impressive," I retorted.

"Take a look at this," the kid produced a pokéball from his waist, ignoring my comment. He tossed the sphere out in front of him and a small Pokémon formed in front of him. My brow furrowed as I stared at the cream and green colored Pokémon standing in the aisle just ahead of me. "Betcha don't even know what it is," he said cockily.

'Luma?' I asked, glancing down at her.

She shrugged her shoulders, she too was staring at the odd Pokémon. 'All I can tell you is that it use to be an Eevee.'

The kid scoffed. "Your silence answers my question. My dad went all the way to Sinnoh to get me this Pokémon. It's a Leafeon and it could take your Espeon any day."

"I seriously doubt that," I muttered.

"Oh yea, you want me to prove it?" The boy barked. "Leafeon, Razor Leaf!"

Luma, without even waiting for my command, leapt forward. She stopped just in front of the Leafeon and her eyes flashed. The odd Pokémon froze as it prepared to attack Espeon. It was lifted off the ground and Luma tossed it into the boy's arms.

I glared at him as he slowly sat back down and returned is Pokémon. "I should have used Magical Leaf, that attack never misses."

A silence came over the class as Espeon trotted back up next to me. I glared out across all the students, a deep loathing settling in my gut.

A kid's hand shot up. I let out an exasperated breath. "What?" I snapped.

"Did you really not know what that Pokémon was?" The kid asked and immediately ever other kid jumped in on that topic.

"How can you be Runner-Up for the Champion title and not know that?"

"You're not really the Runner-Up, are you?"

"Are you even a Pokémon Trainer?"

"I'll bet she's never even heard of Sinnoh."

"Okay," I shouted and the class silenced instantly. "You know what, all your questions can now be redirected to the young man at the back of the room."

"Rowan!" Doug snapped at me, the smirk dropping off his face.

"That, children," I hissed as I glared at him. "Is Douglas Evergreen."

Soft chattering erupted between the kids, the main topic being how familiar that name sounded.

"He is the Champion of Kanto and Johto," I finished.

Every single hand in the room shot up as every kid asked Doug to battle them. As I stalked out of the building, I noticed Doug's face pale as he stared across the room. I didn't care. I just wanted out of the building.

If I never had to step my foot in a Pokémon school again, that would be just fine with me.


Author's Notes: Chapter Fifty-Three:

I am such a horrible person! I am so, so, so sorry TCo.! I could have sworn I had typed your name down. I made a list of everyone who left a comment so that I would remember to thank everyone. And I forgot your name somehow!

I had it written down! See!

The List!

(Okay, the damn link isn't working, go to my profile to view the damn thing.)

And yes…that is my horrible handwriting above it. Well I mean, the names are written in my handwriting too. All around, that is my terrible handwriting.

But I am so sorry TCo. This chapter is specifically dedicated to you. I owe you a huge thank you and an even bigger apology. (And a cookie?) I feel so very bad. :/

Please forgive me.

Oh, another I wanted to address was actually to The Darkness Is Alive. In our society, yes it would be illegal since he's four years older than her. But I don't know about Pokémon society. Regardless, I am stuck in the form our laws of society, which is why I chose not to make Doug and Rowan a item in this story. It was because to me, it was too weird since she was sixteen and he was twenty.

Another thing Darkness. That Leafeon is for you. (: I don't know if you remember, but a long time ago you asked me to sneak one in somehow. And I just did for ya! I wanted it to have a longer appearance because I actually like Leafeon, but this is the only way I could manage it. I hope it's okay, I know its not great, but hopefully at least okay.

Again, TCo., I am very, very, very sorry. And thank you so much for reviewing my story and leaving such kind words for me. I really feel horrible for forgetting to mention you.

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