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Pikachu groaned, dragging his bruising body behind him with Ash still tightly curled in his arms.

The pokemon seemed to relax, albeit barely and just uselessly stared up at him. Eyes half lidded and falling.

"You alright Ash?" Pikachu hummed, rearranging his grip. "Anything still hurting, or is it just, mleh, now?"

Ash wriggled slightly, bringing up his paw and holding up two fingers. The mouse seemed content to just hum softly, either ignoring or numb to the copious amounts of injuries on his tiny body, before letting his arm fall back down.

"Okay, PokeCenter we go." Pikachu peaked back up, just in time to see the next city falling into view, relief instantly flooding his body. "Oh thank Mew."

He had been walking for about 30 minutes. His legs were numb and aching, and he was certain the bruises and cuts on his face were going to ache for days on end. Still, Pikachu picked up the pace, going from a slight Speed walk into a soft jog, careful to not jostle Ash too much. His entire body screamed in pain, and Ash mewled slightly every 3 steps.

But that didn't matter, the Pokecenter was in sight, and all he had to do was-

"Hold it!"

DAMNED MEW TO HELL

Pikachu turned swiftly, tightening his hold on his starter as an Officer peaked out of a building. She stood tall, Turquoise hair peeking down her Officer hat as she stood in front of him.

He shook in his place, not really registering if it was from fear or exhaustion. Ash whined slightly, and he loosened his hold, glancing down at his pokemon before the Officer.

"May I ask where you're taking that pokemon young man." The Officer glared, turquoise eyes roaming their bruised bodies. "And why is it out of its pokeball?"

Pikachu bit back a sarcastic remark, instead focusing on the thrumming pain in his arms and the way Ash's breathing was a bit too low-

"This is my pokemon, I'm taking him to the pokemon center!" Pikachu nearly barked. "He's not in his pokeball because I don't know if it's safe for him with all these injuries!"

It was a lie, Pikachu knew that Ash would be just as safe in the pokeball as he was in his arms.

But…

"Then prove it, I need some identification, young man." She held out her hand, almost as if waiting for him to just slap it there.

"ID?" He blanched. "I-I don't have my ID on me, I left it home, oh sh- ah-"

She glared harder, slowly crawling forward as if she was going to pounce on him. Pikachu stood still, shrinking into his shoulders and wary of the Office that was mere inches from his face.

Involuntary tears sprung to his eyes, but he made no move to wipe them, trying his hardest to even out his breathing that was steadily trying to pick up.

"Miss please, I really just want to get my Pikachu safe, I'm just starting out, I don't want to lose him so-"

"Do you have a Pokedex?" She cut him off.

He stuttered, shakily reaching into his pocket to bring out the red device the Professor gave to him hours earlier.

She gently plucked it from his hands, snapping it open and fiddling with it ever so slightly. They stood there for a tense minute, the Officer's eyes darting up to stare at him for a second before continuing with the pokedex.

Finally, the Dex softly glowed, the familiar animatronic voice ringing out.

"Hello, I am Dexter, Pokedex to Pikachu Ketchum. Pikachu is a beginning trainer from Pallet town, his regional professor is Samuel Oak. His Starter Pokemon is a Pikachu nicknamed Ash."

Pikachu started slightly, eyes wide at the information it rattled off.

Before he could say a word, The officer nodded, clicking the Dex off and handing it back to him.

"Alright Pikachu-" He twitched at the slight drawl in her voice. "Can you tell me why you're so banged up?"

He swallowed down the thick feeling in his throat, unconsciously bringing Ash closer to his chest.

"On route one we encountered some Spearow and -"

"Spearow flock, son of a-" she cut him off roughly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Alright then, I'm going to personally take you to the pokecenter, Mew knows what those birds have done."

She moved back, rounding around her little Officer Shack to reveal a motorcycle. The ones you could find in big cities, with a small passenger cart off the side. The Officer gave him a raised eyebrow, waving it to the passenger cart before hopping in herself.

"Thank you.." He bowed slightly, scrambling in.

She revved the engine and sped off. There was no lead in to the speed, she floored it the moment he slapped his seatbelt on, the movement jostling the burning sensation in his arms. His head began to spin, his hair whipping wildly before he curled in, protecting Ash from the wind and in a feeble attempt to gain his bearings. The movement of the cart was harsh, every other turn seemed to whip their bodies around.

The side cart jerked suddenly, slamming him and his starter against the side. He felt all his bruises flare up, biting back a scream as he curled around his pokemon in a desperate attempt to stay in the cart.

The entire vehicle slowed to a stop, the steady thrum of the engine fading away into silence.

Pikachu could vaguely hear the sounds of people talking, but he was too busy trying not to vomit to really pay attention. Small spots danced across his vision, fading quickly and easily. Ash was staring at him tiredly, waving a paw and patting his face. He closed his eyes, breathing through his nose as his nausea faded, finally focusing on the sounds around him.

"Jenny, we have a Driveway, you know this!" The nurse behind the counter huffed, amrs firmly planted against her hips. "Please use it next time."

The officer shrugged sheepishly, looking down at Pikachu and waving at him casually. He peeked his head up, just in time to catch the Nurse giving him a concerned look, before turning a sharp unamused glare towards Jenny.

"Sorry Joy, we have a pokemon emergency." The Officer quickly motioned for Pikachu to move, looking as he struggled to get out of the side cart. "Another Spearow Incident, those damned birds haven't eased up in the slightest."

Pikachu stumbled his way out of the cart, trying his hardest to ignore the way his legs begged to cave in. He felt himself stumbled, steadying himself as quickly as possible before heading over to the Nurse. As gently as possible, he laid Ash down on the counter, being careful of his head and the bruises on his back. The nurse blinked in shock at his pokemon, but he didn't really mind as he focused on the suddenly sleeping pokemon.

"Ash, we're at the center, wake up." The mouse whined, blinking blearily at him as he poked an unbruised part of his body.

Ash glanced around the center, brown eyes darting to the clean white walls, before glancing back at his trainer. With a tiny paw, he placed his paw above Pikachu's own hand, eyes glowing in tired concern as a small chirrup echoed his throat.

Pikachu blinked back tears, feeling his throat begin to constrict.

The Nurse coughed, and Pikachu stepped back slightly to look up at her, trying his hardest to not notice how Ash's tiny paw tried to keep him close with a small tug.

She looked a lot less shocked, instead, gently pushing Pikachu's hand away and looking over Ash. The small pokemon looked uncomfortable, even semi-conscious, whining slightly and yipping when she poked a particularly bad spot.

"Okay, it looks like he has some small cuts and bruises from the Spearow's claws and beaks, however I also notice heavier bruises and electrical burns, was there anything else that happened that I should be aware of?" The nurse's glare wasn't sharp, but it made Pikachu shrink in.

"Neh… Ah, sometime- when we were running away- we fell down a waterfall, then after we got out we got caught in the middle of a thunderstorm." Pikachu scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Ash jumped onto my shoulder to fry the Spearow when a lightning bolt struck down… I couldn't see all that well but I think Ash was in the middle of it."

"Do you have any electrical scars?"

Instantly, he looked down his arms to check, there were a few scorches here and there and an ugly red mark trailing up his arm. Carefully, he lifted his arm up and pointed at the mark questioningly.

"I think this one, I didn't really feel it to begin with…" The Nurse looked away nodding.

"Chansey!" She called, reaching beneath the counter to wrap a small white blanket around Ash's Body.

A large plump pink pokemon came out, spreading small stumpy arms out happily with a cheer. The pokemon had an apron around its chest and some tiny nurse hat on its head.

"Chansey!" The Pokemon cheered, bowing at Pikachu before turning to stare at Nurse Joy.

"Chansey, please bring a small pokemon stretcher out, we're taking this little guy into the emergency care unit." The Chansey's happy face fell into a serious look, nodding as it raced off to bring in a stretcher.

"Emergency!?" Pikachu's entire body spazzed, eyes searching for comfort in the Nurse putting on gloves just as Chansey raced back with a small stretcher.

"Haih." She nodded, gently lifting Ash from the counter to the stretcher. "I need to make sure that there isn't any water in his lungs. Neither of you drowned, or were close, it sounds like, but since your Pikachu is a lot smaller than normal, there's a chance that he inhaled quite a bit more. This is just a precaution. We will see you shortly."

And with a nod, the Nurse raced off to the emergency unit, ignoring the wide eyed beginning trainer that shook with terror. He stayed, rooted to his spot as he watched the emergency light blink on. Staring at the light as uncomfortable waves started to bubble beneath his skin.

With a quick breath, Pikachu forced his entire body to relax, gently scratching at his upper arms to bring him back to reality. Drawing his eyes away from the double doors, he began to wander for a few seconds, unsure of what to do for himself. His eyes quickly found the walled phones just on the side of the emergency center, empty with screensavers bouncing around the video screen.

With a wiggle to shake off his nerves, Pikachu moved towards them, wincing as his legs screamed in agony with every heavy step. Pulling down the phone on the wall and carefully typing in numbers he remembered vaguely. He had to pause for a second, fingers hovering over the call button.

For a moment, Pikachu felt wary, pulling his hand back to hover close to his chest. Finally, he shrugged his shoulders and led his hand back to the button, pushing it unnecessarily long and hard before dropping his hand and accidentally rapping his knuckles against the cool metal table just beneath the phone.

The phone rang unpleasantly in his ear, slow, long rings that just seemed to drag on from seconds to hours. His stomach churned, the loud buzzing making him wish the other person could just-

"Hello, this is the Ketchum residence, Delia speaking!"

-pick up!

"Hi mom," Pikachu smiled weakly, leaning forward and resting his body against the tiny counter before him.

"Pikachu!" He could hear His mother scramble, her picture appearing on screen.

She paused, glancing up and down before staring at him,with a bright smile. Every movemnt seemed a bit disjointed, as if the camera couldn't keep up with her movements, fuzzy squares appearing across the screen, trying to hold up a connection.

"Honey! Where are you? Is everything alright?" Her head lifted up, as if she were trying to peak over his shoulder.

He felt his stomach tug unpleasantly, vividly reminding him of the emergency room just a few feet away.

"Ah...I'm uh, I'm in Viridian City." Piakchu waved a hand vaguely behind him. "In fact, in the Viridian Pokecenter."

"Oh, you already made it to Viridian city, you're father would be so proud!" His mother seemed to wiggle in her chair, obviously giddy. "You know it took me and your father four days to get there."

He's entire body shuddered uncomfortably, this time noticed by his mother who gave him a concerned look. Her look turned a little more forceful as she squinted and probably began noticing a few things on him. Vaguely, Pikachu wondered why she couldn't see the bruises or red marks on his arms, and instead opted to look away.

"Pikachu...Is everything alright?" He wiggled again, before sinking and shaking his head no.

"No mom, everything… Everything sucks!" He bit out, finally feeling the tears prick at the corners of his eyes and slowly fall down his face.

His mother shot up in alarm, calling out to him as he stubbornly wiped his face. He tried his best to breathe in easily, the thick feeling tightening his throat and giving him the need to cough. Pikachu quickly took a sharp breath, looking at his mother and trying his hardest to ignore the way his eyes warmed up.

"We just…" He hiccuped, leaning on the phone. "We just had a really rough start, Mama. I feel like a drowning Pidgey."

There was a soft look in her eye as she relaxed slightly. She stood quiet, letting him regain his thoughts for a moment. Finally, his mother let out a slow breathe, biting the edge of her lip before smiling at him sadly.

"Do you want to come back home? It sounds like the trainer's life isn't shaping as well as I thought it could." She gave a small chuckle. "Honey, I'm sorry, I really thought you would have fun out there."

He blinked, eyes darting to the emergency room where they were helping his little partner out. The dumb mouse that, even when his trainer didnt like him, strived to make sure both were okay. From slamming him into the waterfall, making sure he held his breath, and even shocking that last bit of Spearow.

Through thick and thin that Mouse had saved his life time and time again.

And this was only the first day.

"I think I want to try out the trainer gig a bit more." Pikachu shuffled in his spot, turning back to face his mom. "I mean… it's my first day, and yeah it sucked but I didnt even get a chance to really bond with my pokemon or even catch one."

His mother looked delighted, a spark appearing in her eye.

"Oh honey you got along with your- eh- Pikachu?" Her face fell into a Forced smile, her eyes blanking for a second before she blinked owlishly.

Pikachu laughed, leaning back.

"Yeah, me and him came to an understanding." He rubbed his cheek. "Actually, I nicknamed him Ash, it would feel really weird to try and keep calling him Pikachu if we battled…"

She laughed with him.

"First of all young man, it's him and I." She mocked pointing a finger at him as he groaned. "And Second of all, I don't think that would matter, if someone else had a Pikachu in battle they'd still be calling your name."

Pikachu felt his eyes widen for a second, eyes darting back and forth as he tried to make sense of what she said. He suddenly felt twenty times more tired, his groan growing louder. His mother chuckled.

"Oh yeah, you can blame your father for that one, I'll be sure to remind him that his son wants to have a talk." His mother grinned, the screen freezing for a second before she was shown leaning back in her own chair. "it's getting pretty late honey, you should get some proper rest okay?"

Pikachu nodded, holding a hand close to his chest.

"Yeah," He kissed the palm of his hand and waved it towards her. "Night Mama."

"Night Sweetheart." She repeated the action, smiling one last time before the screen went dark.

He stared silently at the black screen, seeing his reflection staring back at him before gently placing the phone back in its proper place.

With a step back, Pikachu stretched his arms arching as he felt the bones in his back crack slightly. His body still ached, but not as bad as earlier.

Just as he was about to stretch out his legs the phone in front of him rang. Blinking, Pikachu glanced around trying to find someone who would answer. Quietly he realized he was alone in the lobby, so with quiet hesitation he reached over to grab the phone. Waiting, as the screen struggled to light up before cautiously answering.

"Hello?"

Instantly, he saw the back of someone's head, graying hair and a white lab coat. Tilting his head, his eyes scrunched up, trying to figure out who this was and why they were facing away from him.

"Pikachu, my boy! I heard you're in Viridian city!" The man laughed. "How goes your journey?"

Pikachu blinked, leaning closer to the screen. He knew that voice-

"Professor?" The man threw his arms up in welcome, though it looks a bit odd from behind.

"Of course it's me, Can't you recognize your Professor?"

Pikachu's face fell in disbelief, his eyebrow twitching slightly.

"No, I generally don't pay attention to the back of people's head, it's a hard way to recognize someone, ya know?"

The professor spazzed a bit, working on turning around and quickly facing him like nothing ever happened. The professor pursed his lips slightly, before a cheeky grin appeared on his face. Pikachu squinted at him, noticing how the video looked much crisper then the video call with his mother.

"Well there you are!" Pikachu gave him a deadpan stare even as the renown professor continued on like nothing happened. "You look like you've been dragged through a Beedrill's nest, my boy, what in the world happened."

Pikachu reeled back, an offended look in his eye as he scoffed. Professor Oak raised a single brow forcing Pikachu to realize that, yes, he did look like shit. With a heavy sigh, he waved to the red mark and bruises on his right arm.

"Well the Spearow on route one-" Pikachu was abruptly cut off by a tired sigh from the professor, who looked suddenly annoyed.

"Ah yes, as far as I'm aware that some trainers have been egging and irritating the already irritable bird flock, I do hope you and your Pikachu are fine." before Pikachu could open his mouth the professor gained a sly grin. "Now that I think about it, both of you side by side could be called Pikachu squared!"

Pikachu let out a heavy irritated sigh, leaning back to look up at the ceiling and contemplating all his life choices. Out of all the Professors that were surely out there. He had to pick the doofy one that interrupted him every seventh sentence.

Hadn't he been a hardass to him earlier today?!

"I named him Ash by the way." Pikachu grumbled, staring back at the professor before dramatically waving his left hand in the air. "Is there a reason you called?"

The Professor hummed, tilting his head up as if thinking. The young trainer was sure the professor had nothing but empty thoughts when talking to real people.

"Nope!" He smiled cheerily, ignoring Pikachu's incredulous stare. "I called to see if you caught a pokemon yet? I bet my grandson a thousand pokedollars that you would have one by Viridian!"

"That's a reason to call Professor!" Pikachu bit back the growl before calming slightly. "And no, I didn't, I spent most of my time running from the rat birds with wings."

The professor opened his mouth, probably to tell him something not important, but Pikachu slammed a fist down on the tiny table.

"No! I can't even call them rats with wings! I have a dumb Mouse-Rat baby and he is absolutely precious! They are spawns of Hell I tell you!" Pikachu glared a growl forming on his lips. "Next time I see one I swear to you that i'm drop kicking it all the way to your lab. You'll see that spawn of hell slammed against your front window!"

Professor Oak blinked for a second, momentarily surprised by his harsh tone, before he burst into near hysterical laughter, sputtering about recordings and what not. Pikachu glared at him, unamused by his laughing fit. Wheezing slightly, the Professor waved at Pikachu.

"I see that you and your pi- your Ash, have gotten along remarkably well." the Professor grinned, shooting him a finger gun. "Alright then, I'll leave you be. Goodbye!"

"Wha-" the screen went black and Pikachu was forced to stare at his own reflection for a second.

He blinked owlishly, carefully putting the phone back in its rightful place. He wondered why he got this Professor of all Professors. Surely there were some out there that wouldn't be so doofy, not to mention the man's horrible taste in anything. There had to have been a professor out there that wouldn't have misplaced his starter and given him a Pika-

Instantly, Piakchu's eyes were drawn to the double doors of the emergency room, where the small light still lit up brightly. He stayed staring, for a few minutes. Maybe ten minutes or half an hour, but time passed rather slowly before he heard the sounds of the front door opening. Pikachu didn't dare turn, afraid that the light would turn off and he'd miss his partner being escorted out.

He was startled out of his reverie when he felt a hand touching his shoulder, the previously unknown bruising on his arm flared up angrily, causing him to hiss and yank his arm away. Pikachu turned to see the red haired girl from the river holding up something that vaguely looked like a bike. She seemed angry, face beat red and showing off the freckles on her face, while blue eyes pierced into his own.

"YOU!" She bellowed despite the distance between them. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!?"

Pikachu winced back, gritting his teeth at her shriek.

"Me!? What the hell are you talking about!?" Pikachu grimaced, rubbing his ear gently.

With an angry grunt, she hefted the bike over her shoulder and slammed it onto the floor, the front wheel popping off and spinning feebly in the center. She waved at it, and Pikachu took note of the burnt metal and charred look.

"YOU FRIED MY BIKE AFTER STEALING IT!" She lurched forward, holding a fist threateningly towards his direction. "YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, YOU AND YOUR WEIRD POKEMON!"

"My weird pOKEMON WAS FUCKING INJURED YOU IDIOT!" He spat back, voice rising to match her scream. "YOU'RE MORE WORRIED ABOUT A REPLACEABLE BIKE VERSUS THE LIFE OF MY POKEMON ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

Her face fell and Pikachu felt the curl of satisfaction rear into his stomach. Or maybe it was dread from the reminder that his partner was in the Emergency unit.

"Your… How's it doing?" Her voice fell softly, as if she was really worried. "Is it okay?"

He glared at her for a few seconds, dragging his eyesight back to the door. Instantly he felt his entire posture sag, and while Pikachu couldn't be certain how long he'd been waiting, he hoped it wasn't long.

"I don't know, " He admitted softly, walking forward to sit at the nearest chair. "I hope so…"

She didn't move from her spot for quite a bit, shuffling in place for a bit as she picked at her nails. Soon enough, she rounded his field of view and sat beside him, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. At first she ignored him, staring ahead as he stared at the light above the double doors.

"My name's Misty." She hummed, tapping her hands together as she dragged his attention. "I'm sorry about your pokemon, honestly, but you gotta understand how it looks in my eyes."

Pikachu shrugged, leaning back to the point his head rested on the backrest of the chair and his legs sprawled out to make sure he stayed in place. They began to throb slightly, releasing tension he didn't even know was building in his calves. Misty glanced at his relaxed stance, nearly rolling her eyes before pausing and staring at him from the corner of her eye.

"I don't care honestly. You can think what you want but I was saving my pokemon." He gingerly took out his pokedex from his pocket, idly fingering the corners of the device. "I am sorry about your bike, but my partner doesn't know many, if any electrical attacks, so we couldn't have fried your bike."

He tried to think, did Ash know any? All he did was that weird blue thing and that's all. Besides, if Ash had an electric attack, he'd use them against the Spearow...right?

"We did get caught in the thunderstorm though, maybe it got hit when the Spearow attacked us." Pikachu flipped the pokedex in his hand, once, twice- she looked at him. "Maybe a stray lightning bolt, my buddy almost got hit by one."

But he did...Right? Wasn't that the whole blue thing? Isn't that how he got the burns on his arms?

She snorted, bringing him back to some lucid reality. Her ginger hair swaying as she leaned back.

"I still expect you to pay me back." Misty hummed, giving him a side glance as she raised her hand, probably to stop him from saying something. "I know what happened, and I truly am sorry, but that was my property and my only reliable source of transportation. I don't expect you to pay it back immediately, especially if you're a beginning trainer. But I don't exactly trust you'll ever pay me back, so I'm following you until you do."

His face twisted, eyes alighting in anger as he reeled up to talk to her.

And they both heard the ring of the center.

Dun dun, dun-dun Dun!

A quick glance showed both the Nurse and the Chansey walking by, slightly exhausted but satisfied. With them they rolled a stretcher, with a tiny black fur ball curled in the center.

If Pikachu didn't know any better, he'd wonder what it was

"Ash!" he called out happily, darting out of his seat and towards the stretcher

Instantly the fur ball moved, a tiny head poking up. Brown eyes stared at him, bleary eyed for a second before excitedly hopping up.

"Pikachu!" Ash squealed, reaching out towards his trainer with tiny grabby paws.

Before Pikachu could grab onto him, he was stopped by the nurse, who held a gentle hand out with an apologetic look on her face.

"I'm sorry about that Mr. Ketchum." Nurse Joy then waved a hand towards the small gray box resting on the stretcher. "It seems that your… Ash- was really depleted on his Electricity. It won't take long for him to recharge, but I suggest you not move him around to make sure the wires stay in place."

Before Pikachu could do anything, the small mouse sagged, bright blue tears coming to his eyes, loud sobs quickly following as it rang through the center. The sound startled Pikachu, making him take a step back in confusion before he heard the tell tale signs of someone falling. A quick glance showed Misty quickly rising from the ground, staring wide eyed at his starter.

A quick glance at the Nurse just showed him how tired she looked. She waved a hand at her pokemon, a tired sigh echoing her throat. Her Chansey quickly reached over and gently bopped the mouse's head, the yells growing a touch bit louder before another bap had him quiet and chittering.

No tears marred the mouse's face, but he definitely looked sad.

"Your Pikachu doesn't respond well to being told no." Joy shook her head, exasperated. "If I didn't know any better I would think he was a newly hatched."

Ash pouted further, dipping his head low. The nurse again rolled her eyes, shooting the mouse a really look before turning back to the blonde-headed trainer.

"Neh, he should stay like this for at least another hour." she wiggled the box on the stretcher slightly. "It's best he stays in place, he can't sleep with this overnight, so I'll check back in an hour or two."

Pikachu nodded, leaning down to lean on the stretcher. Ash gave him a curious look, gently pushing forward and nuzzling their noses together.

"Piiiiichu!" Ash cooed, tiny paws gripping at his shirt and ready to climb.

With a small laugh, the trainer grabbed Ash's tiny paws as gently as possible and placed them back on the stretcher. Ash shot him a betrayed look, ears falling flat.

"Ash, you gotta stay still so you can get all better." Pikachu curled his fingers around his partner's cheek, gently scratching beneath his chin. "It won't be long bud, okay?"

Ash smiled, ears perking slightly as he nodded. The nurse gave a small huff of laughter and disappeared behind the desk. Misty popped up, just barely on Pikachu's peripheral view, opting him to turn and wave a hand at her.

"This is Misty, she's going to be… joining us-" Pikachu scrunched his nose in disbelief, rolling his eyes. "In our Journey. Misty, this is my starter, Ash."

"He's a Pikachu!" Misty's eyes were thrown up in surprise, eyes turning to glare at him. "Where the hell did you get such a different colored Pikachu? And my ass, your partner doesn't know any electrical moves."

"I got Ash," He sniffed at her. "from Professor Oak. I was meant to get a different starter but my lil guy found me first. And yes, as far as I've seen, he hasn't used any electric type moves."

She glared at him, tapping her foot impatiently. Ash glancing between the both of them with wide eyes.

"Prove it!"

Pikachu rolled his eyes, flipping open the pokedex still in his right hand.

"Hello, I am Dexter, Pokedex to Pikachu Ketchum. Pikachu is a beginning trainer from Pallet town, his regional professor is Samuel Oak. His Starter Pokemon is a Pikachu nicknamed Ash."

Instantly, he could see the cogs turning in her head, a snort echoing from her mouth.

"Your name...Is Pikachu?"

"And your name is Misty, I don't see how that correlates." Pikachu snapped, instead of continuing the conversation he turned to point the Dex at Ash.

Ash perked up, ears flying into the air as he curiously looked at the Dex, leaning on his hind legs to sniff the device. Pikachu felt his anger fall, instead smiling at Ash.

A soft red light flashed, beeping and scanning the dark haired fur ball. Ash squeaked, leaning back and waving both paws as if trying to catch something.

The pokedex beeped again, a flash of code running through before a picture of a yellow pikachu with tufts appeared on screen.

"Pikachu, the mouse pokemon, Cave variant, an electric and fighting type. Cave Pikachu look very much like our standard Pikachu in the wild, the main difference being longer fur and a slightly darker shade of yellow. Cave Pikachu tend to light up in the dark. It is unknown as to why they have developed a fighting type subset."

Pikachu blinked, bringing his Dex closer and tilting his head.

"Cave...Pikachu?" He hummed, pressing a button and letting the pokedex continue its entry.

"Starter pokemon, Pikachu, nicknamed Ash. Ash is currently level 15 with the ability Inner Focus. His current move set is Focus Punch, Aura Sphere, Mach Punch, Low sweep, Tackle and Fake Tears. Please note that the discoloration of this pokemon's fur means it could be shiny."

Pikachu tilted his head, eyes scrunching as he glanced at the screen and at Ash. The Dex beeped, screen going black for a second before an image of Ash appeared. But Pikachu was too busy looking at his buddy in surprise.

"Ash how the… you're too tiny to know these moves bud!" Ash peeked up, sheepishly rubbing his cheek.

"Cave… Aura?" Pikachu glanced over at Misty, who seemed to be as white as a sheet, eyes staring at his pika partner.

Pikachu couldn't help but sneer, grinning rather impishly as he rubbed his partners head.

"Oh would you look at that!" Pikachu cooed, earning delighted giggles from his partner. "He doesn't know any electrical-"

There was a pause and Pikachu glanced down at Ash, the black fluff ball pouting and butting his hand.

"Ash."

"Pi?" Big brown eyes peaked up at him, faaaar to innocent.

"Bud, why don't you know any electric moves."

There was a pause, and Ash tilted his head. With slightly pursed lips, the mouse shrugged his shoulders. Pikachu chuckled, rubbing the gentle fur on his partner's head.

"Okay, first in order is we'll teach you something electric, like uh… like Thunder or something."

Ash seemed delighted at the thought, his zig zag tail wagging in excitement as chitters flew from his mouth. Pikachu grinned.

Almost as soon as that happened, the lights went out.

Ash squeaked, and in an instant his body began to glow. The dark black fur shimmering a very faint blue, while his ears cheeks and back marks glowed white blue and pink. Pikachu blinked and glowing brown eyes blinked back.

"You do glow… huh."

"What the hell," Misty murmured from his side. "Why did the lights go out?"

It became instantly ominous, the sounds of scuttling echoing throughout the dark center. Both humans stayed around Ash's gentle glow, that barely lit up the immediate area before them.

"Lets… Lets go check on Nurse Joy." Misty harshly bumped Pikachu's shoulder, tilting her head towards the direction of the back room.

Ominous chanting picked up, unnoticeable at first before it steadily grew Louder. Ash perked up, ears swiveling.

"Pika pika chu chu, pika pika chu chu." Ash sang quietly, pausing before glancing at Pikachu with a tilt of his head.

With sweaty palms, Pikachu reached over and gripped the edge of the stretcher, slowly wheeling his way towards the counter as Misty walked behind him.

All too soon there was a crash, and the three of them shrieked in surprise as the roof began to smoke around them. Misty slapped a hand against his back, forcing him and the stretcher to move forward as fast as they could. The double doors swung open with a loud thunk startling the already frazzled Nurse and Chansey.

"Nurse Joy the lights-"

"Yes yes I know about the lights," She waved a hand cutting Misty off. "We have our Pika power to keep them running."

She waved a hand to a small area to the side. Four Pikachu stood around a group of ten Pikachu running on a treadmill, chanting easily.

"Pika pika chu chu, Pika pika Chu Chu."

Pikachu stared at them, feeling Ash grip his arm for a second. He quickly realized it was the same chant Ash was singing not a few moments earlier.

"There isn't a power outage outside, meaning this was deliberate, so I've sent all the pokemon through another center. Right now you kids should head out. Now."

They startled, both kids turning to face the Nurse, who stared at the doors with Chansey and two Pikachu by her side.

The nurse glared out into the double doors, holding a hand up as the Pikachu's growled, sparking ominously while Chansey slammed her hands together. A soft glow surrounded the two Pikachu, but they ignored the golden aura to crouch lower.

"Someones here to cause Trouble." Nurse Joy's voice went low, and with that it seemed that everything stopped.

Finally, Pikachu heard a low rumble, straining his ears to hear the pounding of footsteps. Like a flash, the double doors slammed open, startling Ash into his arms where he squealed in surprise as Misty jerked back.

There stood two… oddly characteristic adults. One with long pink swirled hair and the other with purple? Hair.

Beside them were two poison type pokemon, one a round ball and the other a snake like creature as a cat pokemon stood between them.

They… weren't threatening if Pikachu was honest, but they came in numbers. As quietly as possible, he hoisted his pokedex and scanned the new pokemon as the people began to shout eccentrically.

"Did someone say Trouble!?" The pink hair woman shrieked.

"Make that double-" The Blue man grinned, pulling a rose from his shirt.

"To Protect the world from Devastation!"

"To Unite all people within our Nation"

"To Denounce the evils of truth and Love!"

"To Extend our reach to the stars Above!"

"Jessie-"

"James-"

"Team Rocket- blasting at the speed of Light!"

"Surrender now- or prepare to Fight!"

Pikachu starred in slack-jawed disbelief, eyeing Misty who looked just as confused and surprised. Then to the Nurse, who looked more than just mildly annoyed.

"Meowth, that's right!" the Meowth grinned, spinning over dramatically.

Pikachu instantly glanced around the room, leaning close to Misty.

"Are...Are we being punked?" he whispered softly.

"I...Hope So?" She gave him a side glance, her face contorted into a wince.

The Meowth turned to them, eyes wide and undeniably creepy looking. They shivered, huddling closer together as they stepped back.

And without a thought, the Meowth's eyes dragged to Ash, who tried his hardest to melt into Pikachu's shirt.

"And what pokemon is dat!?" The Meowth stepped forward, earning the attention of his apparent teammates.

Pikachu felt the air catch in his throat, arms tightening around his partner. The Cat pokemon grinned, the two humans behind him creeped forward as well, eyes intently trained on Ash.

The tiny mouse hissed, fur spiking as blue sparks began to flow around his frame, eyes trained on the Meowth and the two poison types creeping in.

"Pikachu use Thunderbolt!" Nurse Joy cried, her Chansey rushing forward and standing firmly in front of him.

His head jolted, turning to stare at the nurse as her two Pikachu raced forward and screeched to a sudden halt in front of Chansey. The sudden appearance of the two mouse pokemon had the oddballs looking down at them cross eyed. The two Pikachu sparked, electricity coursing across their spiked fur.

Soon the area around them quickly turned white.

"PIKACHUUUUUU!"

The two humans and three pokemon panicked in place, arms shooting out wildly before electricity enveloped their bodies. Loud yelps echoed the room, as their bodies spazzed oddly. The three pokemon let out shrieks of pain, Koffing screwing its eyes shut as smoke began to bellow out its body.

Pikachu stared in disbelief as the smoke sparked into a fire, igniting all the smoke in the immediate area and exploding. The wind from the explosion forced him to take cover behind the Chansey as the building shook.

His head snapped up hearing the ceiling crack and as the screams began to form into tangible words. The two humans flew across the sky with two unconscious pokemon and one burnt Meowth, large comical tears falling from their eyes.

"WE'RE BLASTING OFF FOR THE FIRST TIME!" they're voices slowly faded out, a small ping echoing in his head.

Pikachu stood there, staring at the pitch night sky searching for them before, slowly dragging his head down to the nurse and Misty.

Misty stood wide eyed in shock, eyes darting everywhere to the broken debris and the large hole in the ceiling. Whereas the Nurse, tiredly looked at the broken Ceiling, her two Pikachu pouncing to her side, chittering and glancing at the ceiling.

"First my door and now my ceiling, what a night." The Joy rolled her neck, before looking at her pokemon and back at the two trainers and tiny black fur ball. "Well, now that that's over. You two should get some rest."

Ash chittered, leaning forward in his arms to stare wide eyed at the nurse. The pink haired lady rolled her eyes fondly, leaning down to pluck the small suction cups off his cheeks.

"And you," She poked the mouse on the nose, earning a small whine. "You should be good for now, however I do want to check on you in the morning to be sure you're generating your electricity properly."

Pikachu nodded mutely, hoisting Ash upon his shoulder where the mouse squeaked tiredly. The Nurse ushered them out, handing them separate keys as the myriad of Pikachu's squeaking and waving goodbye to them.

Ash cuddled into his neck, a loud yawn echoing his tiny body just moments before Pikachu collapsed onto his bed.

Morning came quickly, the bright sounds of Pidgey and angry sounds of Spearow startled pikachu awake, eyes blearily blinking as the sun's rays peaked through the open window.

He stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping over his own bag before making it to the nearest bathroom. It took him a few minutes to really wake up completely, splashing cold water on his face before heading back to the bed, where his tiny black haired starter laid spayed out and snoring semi loudly.

"Ash, buddy, wake up." Pikachu flicked his hand towards Ash, the water previously clinging to him dropping onto the mouse's face.

Ash groaned, eyes opening blearily and glaring at him, tail twitching. Pikachu grinned, slightly smug.

"Come on pal, it's officially day one of our Journey."

Chapter done! i realized i never posted this chapter on here.

Whoops!

-Maiden Out.