Simple. The TV series screwed up the timeline. In Gold/Silver/Crystal, the story picks up years after Ash had conquered the Pokemon league. Koga had moved on to joining the Elite Four, Misty and Brock obviously grew up a bit, and Lance had claimed title of Champion. Not to mention scads of new Pokemon were discovered. Team Rocket has been out of business since Giovanni was put out of commision, but obviously not dead enough if two bunglers to do the Jessie and James' former role showed up!
That leaves us to Taylor's journey - he is based on the male version of the Gold/Silver/Crystal main character and the fic itself is loosely based on the story the game follows, just like how Ash's journey followed the Red/Blue/Yellow hero. In my opinion this is what the anime should have done, since the trick worked for Digimon. This lead to Ash, Misty, and Brock all becoming somewhat stale characters. I'm sorry if you're still a fan and I offended you!
So here we are at my fic.
Onward!
On a faraway bluff, covered in grass and a sun shining brightly, a blue ball was rolling. Running right behind it were three people.
" Marill! Come back! " shouted Taylor, running after the prancing Marill.
Abrubtly, Taylor tripped and fell on his face. When he opened his eyes and grumbled, he saw a Poliwhirl. He shook his head - a Poliwhirl? When his vision came back into focus, he noticed the Poliwhirl was just a shoe. Looking up he saw a middleaged man, clad head to toe in Pokemon paraphanelia.
Episode: A little detour and mysterious celebrities!
Falkner and Whitney caught up. Falkner promptly helped Taylor up and Whitney put a finger in her mouth, looking at this strange individual. He had a Pokemon League hat, Shellder necklace, a Slowbro armlet, a Pikachu t-shirt, Electashorts, and long Hitmonsocks. He was a walking treasury of Pokemon merchandise. His face looked honest and unashamed of being caught in public with his clothing. He had a small smile under a mustache. His hair was balding, but his eyes screamed youth.
" Is this your Marill, son? " he asked, holding out little Marill.
Taylor grabbed Marill and hugged it. Marill let out a squeak followed by an ecstatic " Marill! ".
" Excuse me sir, " said Whitney, bowing politely, " but is this the road to Cherrygrove? "
The man shook his head slowly, closing his eyes.
" It seems you went a bit off course, " he said, " but no matter. You're not far from the main road. Please, I insist you come for a cup of tea at my house. "
The man gestured for them to follow his lead. Everyone began to follow, except Falkner who stood with his arms crossed for a second. Then he slowly followed. The scene shifts immediately as if looked through goggles.
" Ohh! I know that guy from somewhere... I just don't know WHERE! " cried out Jones' voice.
" Gimme that! " came Casey's voice. The binoculars swing wildly and the scene of Taylor and friends walking is seen from a different perspective.
" I wonder if that is the black marketer that the little rat is going to sell Sneasel to? Ohh I want to wring his neck! "
" Allow me a view! " came Natu's squeaky voice. The binoculars gently float to a different perspective.
" You humans can be so ignorant. That is the well known Mr. Pokemon. I do ponder what business he has for our little felon. "
A thought bubble of Natu capturing Jones with a Pokeball appears in a thought bubble to the side of the binocular view.
" What did you call me?!! " came a loud, angry but pained voice from Jones. Suddenly the binoculars start shaking up and down wildly.
" Would you two knock it off?!! " came Casey's voice. The binoculars fly up through the air, giving a brief glimpse of Casey strangling Jones until the ground zooms in and a loud crack goes across the screen.
The scene shifts to the inside of a ' house ' for lack of better word. The door to outside is directly connected to a very small kitchen with a card table. The ceiling is made of glass, like one big sunroof and a bed lays ahead, directly under it. Large machinery is scattered about, all apparently doing some sort of job. The walls have shelves that are LOADED with Pokemon items, from an Abra lunchbox to a Zubat flashlight. Sitting at the card table, drinking tea is someone that made everyone freeze in their tracks.
The man looked elderly, except his eyes were sharp and showed no signs of age. and his grin wide. His eyebrows were black, as if age's brush had not even touched them though there were bags under them. This man was old, but hardly seemed so.
" Ah, good day! " he said with quite a friendly voice, " please join me for tea if you please! "
Everyone except the Pokemon-man edged for a seat and sat down uncomfortably. Even Falkner's sharp gaze seemed to falter a bit.
" Please allow me to introduce myself, " said the man, " my name is Professor Oak. I am visiting my old friend, Mr. Pokemon here today. "
Mr. Pokemon poured some tea for Taylor and company and nodded.
" Professor Elm had said you would be coming. " said Mr. Pokemon, simply.
Marill jumped out of Taylor's arms and sniffed the tea and giggled.
" You're Professor Oak.....? " said Whitney, her voice sounding extremely surprised, " and I'm here having tea with you? "
Professor Oak laughed lightheartedly and put down his tea onto a saucer.
" Young lady, is that really so strange? Truth is stranger than fiction! You have not introduced yourselves. "
She blushed.
" Oh, I'm so sorry! My name is Whitney! "
" Falkner. "
" And you're Taylor. " said Oak with bemused finality. Taylor nodded, giving Marill a bit of tea. Marill giggled and splashed it.
Oak ahemed.
" Mr. Pokemon, would you mind getting our young friends my order? "
" Of course, Professor! "
Mr. Pokemon rummaged through a box and handed Taylor a blue, flat, rectangular object.
" What is this...? "
Oak sighed with annoyance and took his left fist and slammed the wall behind him. One of the ceiling tiles came loose and a crumpled form came tumbling down.
" TRACEY?! " everyone except Falkner said at once.
Tracey got up and fumbled with his glasses for a second.
" Ah, Professor Oak! This is a pleasant surprise! " said Tracey, hiding a sketch of Oak and Mr. Pokemon.
Oak mumbled something and sipped his tea. Tracey quietly pulled up a chair and whipped out a notebook and jotted down things. Oak turned his attention back to Taylor.
" That is my latest version of the Pokedex. It has information on most known Pokemon, including the one you have and the one you seek. "
Taylor slipped it into his pocket and cleared his throat while Marill continued to makes a mess.
" I don't really need it... " said Taylor, " I just gotta save Sneasel! "
Oak grinned.
" And how do you intend to do this without even knowing what a Sneasel looks like? "
Taylor nodded, seeing the knowledge in this and opened up the Pokedex and pointed to Marill.
" Marill, the Aquamouse Pokemon, " came a monotone voice, " while search for edible vegatation underwater, it's tail's buoyancy keeps it from drowning. "
Taylor blinked a few times, amazed.
" Thats cool! " said Whitney with a smile, " this means we don't have to be in the dark about anything we come across! "
" Puttin' together the Pokedex was hard work, but well worth it! " said Mr. Pokemon, scratching his head.
Tracey looked up.
" You're the Pokemon watcher who wrote the Pokedex? " he asked with interest and biting the end of his pen.
Mr. Pokemon laughed and put his hands on the hips below his potbelly.
" Thats me! In fact.... "
Suddenly a scene of a starship flying by. It goes to the bridge of the ship where everyone is dressed Star Trek-esque, except the facial features bear resemblance to Pokemon. The title " Poketrek " comes up. The crew's communicators were shaped like a pokeball and they all wore Pokemon League caps.
" Computer... Set destination to Poliworld! " said the captain.
" Destination set. " came the computer voice, which sounds exactly like the Pokedex voice.
The scene changes back to Mr. Pokemon.
" Ah, its not important.. " he says with a grin and sweatdrop.
Suddenly knocking is heard. Mr. Pokemon opens the door and takes a few steps back. Taylor swung around and Falkner stood up.
" YOU! " snapped Taylor, shaking his fist.
It was the boy from before.
" I came here for business... " said the boy, glaring at Taylor, " not to deal with a worthless weak person. "
Falkner reached out his hand and made Taylor sit down. The boy turned his attention to Mr. Pokemon.
" I need Pokemon feed. Give me some.... now. " to a surprised Mr. Pokemon, who quickly handed the boy a bag of it.
Whitney stood up, tears welling up.
" A monster like you should enjoy it!! " she sobbed.
The boy glared over in her direction. A ching is heard, and the anime usual of the area except the eyes becoming dark occurs.
" You are just weak. I will have to prove it. " said the boy, gesturing for her to come outside.
Whitney and the boy stood at opposite ends of the Pokemon battle field that Mr. Pokemon painted outside his house. The boy held up a Pokeball.
" You want it back? Forget it. He isn't going to turn into a weak person by hanging around a musty old lab. I will not allow it. Go Sneasel, kill her! "
Sneasel comes out of it's Pokeball.
" Sneeeasel! "
Taylor did a search for Sneasel. A small, black wolverine creature came onscreen.
" Sneasel. The Sharpclaw Pokemon. It hunts in the darkness during the night searching for small prey. If startled, it can unleash it's long sharp claws in an instant."
Taylor looked up suddenly. Sneasel was running at Whitney, it's eyes on her neck.
" WHITNEY!! " he shouted, running at her. Slow motion occurs as Taylor tackles Whitney and Sneasel jumps right over both of them, withdrawing his claws.
The boy looked down and laughed. Sneasel leaped back and stood in front of him.
" Weak... You're pathetic! You pretend you don't exist in a painful battle between two creatures that CARE for you. Your life doesn't mean ANYTHING!! "
The boy scowled and his fiery red hair blew in the wind. He turned to leave without finishing the fight.
" SNEAAA! " Sneasel held up a claw, as if flipping them off and follows the boy.
The camera follows the boy as he sits by a stream with Sneasel, near the beginning of a meadow. He pulls out a sandwich and starts eating it and tosses bits of it to a grateful Sneasel.
The boy sat, and looked at the water in the stream as Sneasel cleaned itself.
" What was he thinking... Why did he do that? The girl's life means nothing. She is weak. Her weakness will only slow him down, unless he is even weaker.
He suddenly looks at Sneasel. Sneasel " urks " and looks at him with big eyes. The boy moved towards Sneasel, his scowl deepening.
" You should have moved FASTER!! You didn't even scratch her!! " shouted the boy, lifting his hand to Sneasel, who shrinks back.
The scene backs out over the valley and a loud, mournful " Sneeeeeeeee! " is heard.
Meanwhile...
" Get off me you pervert! " Whitney kicked Taylor off of her and he fell back on the ground. She walks over, tears flowing and kicks him in the shins. Taylor's eyes go big as he grabs his shins.
Tracey grabs his sketch pad and doodles away. Taylor shoots him a dirty look.
" Sorry, its a habit! " said Tracey, laughing with a sweatdrop going down his head.
Falkner walks up to the fence and puts one foot against it while looking up at the sky.
" Sneasel wasn't going to hurt anyone... His soul is pure, unlike his trainer. Will he be infected with his hatred, like Oak's theory.... Or will the reverse occur? Do Pokemon not affect their trainers as much as the reverse? Are they nothing more than beastly avatars for the human behind them? "
Wind blows and Falkner's hair sways as he lifts an arm and embraces the breeze. A tiny bird comes and lands on his finger. He reaches into his pocket and offers a piece of bread to the bird, who cheeps gratefully. The darkness in his eyes reflect the clouds above him and the bird is seen flying off.
" I do wish I could go with you... " said Falkner, looking up at the sky again, " away... far away from my family, however my love for them... "
Suddenly it backs up. Taylor is leaning over Falkner's shoulder.
" What are you doing? " he said, with a question mark over his head. Falkner tightens his fist and his face turns back to his usual scowl.
" Nothing. "
Taylor walks back over to everyone else. Whitney sees him and turns and folds her arms. He sticks his tongue out at her. Tracey is at the table, with a map spread out and Oak and Mr. Pokemon were talking about something. Taylor walked back into the house to sulk, only to stop dead in his tracks. Team Rocket was rummaging through the kitchen and grabbing food.
" What are you doing? You weren't invited! " snapped Taylor.
Team Rocket turns and looks at him, their faces full of food.
" Fwe wer gwaiting fol to awmbush yu! " Casey tried to say.
" Two beshtow the fworld wihth ur ferpection! "
" To tropect ull wihth no shulectshun! "
" To reveel ull shings fidden! "
" To act ufon ull shings furbidden! "
Swallow " Casey! "
Swallow " Jones! "
" Our power is unleashed on cue! "
" We are Team Rocket and we shall show you the power of two! "
" Fafu ish FUE! "
Taylor sighed.
" If you're looking for Sneasel boy, he is gone already! "
Jones laughed.
" We want your Marill now! Its so cute! "
Casey whacks Jones upside the head.
" We could care less about the little blue one...... but.... " Casey held Marill over her head. Taylor forgot that he left Marill in the house when his rival showed up! Team Rocket laughed and Marill kicked and cried " MAR~! MAR~! " sounds.
" Marill....! " Taylor shouted, leaping towards them.
" Natu, I don't think so! " snapped Natu. Natu lifted his small wing and used it's Psychic to move the tea kettle right in front of Taylor, causing him to crash into it and crumple onto the ground.
Casey stepped on his hand, lifted him up by his collar and slammed his back into the wall.
" Now, be good and give us Sneasel and maybe your little blue beach ball won't get hurt. " She spat in his face.
" Marill MAR! " Marill squirmed and fired a water gun at Casey. Casey sputtered and dropped Taylor. Taylor shoved Casey aside and tackled Jones.
" WAHHH! " Jones shouted, toppling over, " Don't hurt me! You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?! "
With a grin, Taylor pinned Jones and pulled off his glasses.
Casey spun around and dived at Taylor. Taylor leaped away and she landed on top of Jones. He folded up Jones' glasses and stuck them in his pocket and grabbed the crying Marill and slid out the door.
" My glasses! " shouted Jones, while Casey was grumbling. He felt around him and up Casey until he felt his hand on her.....
" HENTAI! " she shouts, slapping him repeatedly.
Taylor runs outside to his friends.
" Team Rocket is here! " he shouts, just about out of breath.
Suddenly a rumbling is heard. Everyone spins around to see Mr. Pokemon's roof fold open and a green object float down. The round green object floats down the other side of the house.
" Chaaao! " shouts Marill suddenly. Taylor looks down, to see Marill gone and... a net?
A very long bug catching net holding Marill reached several yards on top of a...
Suddenly the laugh comes around again as the green object swerved around the house and came into view.
The green object was a hovercraft shaped like a Natu's head and very round. Riding on the back of it are Team Rocket, and the net was connected to a giant fishing pole held by Jones ( Who somehow had another pair of glasses ). He was reeling it in.
" My..... Hovercraft! Those felons! " gaped Mr. Pokemon.
Tracey stepped up.
" Scyther, stop them! "
An elderly scyther came out, looking just as fierce as any younger. Suddenly, a big blob of something comes flying out of a cannon held by Casey and sticks to Scyther. It was glue. Scyther struggled to move, but couldn't.
" Ha ha ha! " laughed Casey, " thats the oldest trick in the book! "
Tracey looked at her and suddenly had a vision/flashback of Jessie doing the exact same thing to a group of Scyther. When he snapped out of it, the hover craft was moving away at top speed. Whitney fell to her knees and started crying and Taylor glowered at her
" Dodrio, stop them! " shouted Falkner. Dodrio came out and started running toward it. Both hovercraft and Dodrio dissapeared from their sight.
Meanwhile up close with Team Rocket, they turn to see Dodrio running after them.
" Stupid bird! " laughed Casey, " you're forgetting something! "
Casey pulled out her gun and fired. Dodrio fell to the ground in a sticky mass and cried out in frustration. She turned back to the seat.
" Most pathetic, " commented Natu, wearing goggles while sitting in Jones' hair, " with this accomplished, I recommend we call in backup and make contact with our allies in Mahagony and Azalea. "
The hovercraft spun around until it faced the heroes who were just running up to Dodrio now. The hovercraft had stopped near the edge of a bluff. Scyther was cutting at the dried glue. Casey put one foot out of the hovercraft and leaned.
" You like that? " she said with an evil grin, " well, we have new tricks as well! "
She whistled. Out of the bushes came four people, all dressed in indigo with the team Rocket logo and cap. Grunts.
" You're taking on something much bigger than yourself, kids! " laughed Jones, " we have plenty more friends where these guys come from! "
" Is that so? " came a voice from above. Standing on the limb of a tree was a man dressed in black, but had a purple breastplate and a long, flowing red and black cape. His face was hidden in shadow. Tracey whipped out his pad and sketched rapidly.
" Who is this individual?! " snapped Natu.
Oak's expression suddenly hardened but he said nothing.
The Rockets all looked up at once.
" You made a mistake, bringing your infestation into my beautiful homeland of Johto.... " said the man, " Go, Dragonite! Show them my anger! "
Suddenly a shadow came over the area, and it made
" Everyone.... Duck! " shouted Falkner as he withdrew Dodrio.
Everyone covered their heads as a rain of fire came splitting from the heavens. The Rockets were ablaze and running from the sudden bout of destruction. Lightning followed, coursing everywhere and short circuiting the hovercraft. Arctic winds ripped through, turning all to ice and freezing vegetation on contact. A large object, taking most of the sky came down and slammed the hovercraft.
" On the next flight, Team Rocket is blasting out of sight! " came down a shout as Team Rocket and the four Rockets went flying into the sky. Marill came flying down and Taylor ran out and catched him. He looked up to where his savior must have come from, but he was gone, along with the magnificient creature that saved him.
" That was scary!! " shouted Whitney, shaking her head wildly.
Oak ahemed.
" Well, that was certainly very interesting... I do believe your destination is... over there. "
Oak walked a few steps and looked out over the bluff. A tall city with smooth sky scrapers, airways, and a huge dark purple building in the middle of everything.
" Is that... Cherrygrove? " asked Tailor, blinking. Oak laughed.
" I'm afraid your little detour took you right around it! That is Violet City, and that buidling is the Violet City Pokemon Gym. "
Whitney stepped forward and looked.
" Wow... its huge! I never visited Violet City before... "
Falkner stepped forward and put his hand up to his forehead as he took in the vision of it.
" That Gym is owned by the well to do Avius family... " he said, " they use Flying Pokemon and are not to be underestimated. I am afraid we part now... "
Falkner whistled and Pidgeot came flying from below. He jumped onto Pidgeot's back and patted it's side. As Pidgeot flapped, Falkner smiled his rare, sharp smile.
" Make sure you have new Pokemon before you go on! The Ruins of Alph are nearby... You could start there! "
" WAIT! Falkner, don't go! "
Falkner flew off, leaving a pained Taylor and a solemn Whitney behind.
" If you take that road... You SHOULD be able to get to both Violet City and the ruins. Take care now. My tea must surely be cold. "
Oak bowed slightly and made his way back. Taylor sighed.
" Marill Mar! " Marill tried to cheer him up.
" Thats right Marill, we'll see him again. "
With that, Taylor, Marill, and Whitney continued on.
The scene shrinks to the corner with a " To be continued... "
Commercial voice - Don't go away, stick around for Tracey's Lab!
Tracey walks onto the screen and pulls out his pointed. A picture of Taylor and the Marill appears.
He taps his pointed across a screen. Taylor holding his Marill appears.
"I gave him that Marill... which is a child of..."
"Marill!" said his, while giggling.
"I managed to take care of it past the stage where it obsessively cries... but now it needs to move on on it's own with a young trainer!"
He whaps his pointer against the screen. A picture of Oak and everyone at a table appears.
"A classic dinner scene! Notice how for a moment, everyone forgot their worries and shared what was important."
He rapped the pointer and it showed Taylor on top of Whitney.
"She blushed... They remind me so much of my two other friends again! Maybe these two will also become good friends despite incidents like that!"
"And now for a guest..."
It showed a crude crayon pic of a Marill and a stick figure for Taylor
"This was done by Tiffany Losenberg, age six from Illinois! Very nice picture, Tiffany. Please continue your good work!"
He bows and Marill bows too.
"Thats all for today. Keep on drawing! Send submissions to the address at the bottom of the screen!"
(Of course, since this ISNT a television show or extra part where Pokerap or Jukebox would be, there is no address!)