Hello again peoples. This takes place right after my Pokemon Fear fic. I know this time travel thing has
probably been done before, but I got the idea from the TV show "Time Squad" and not anyone else's fic.
After taking in depth AP History, watching that show cracks me up. By the way, this story has nothing to
do with the Rocky Horror musical or Show, I just love the song. Hmm, James would make a great Frank
though. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon (or Rocky Horror). Surprise, surprise.

It's just a jump to the left... Chapter One

"And Little Red Riding Hood said, Grandma what big eyes you have..." Misty read from the storybook as
Togepi chirped gleefully at the sight of the pictures. The gang had just finished being on MTV's show Fear
and was back at Professor Oak's lab. Oak had to go to a convention out of town and Ms. Ketchum was
visiting a friend in Celdon City. Ash, Misty, Tracey, and Brock were left in charge of the place for a few
days. Brock was at a PC checking up on the status of the pokemon while Tracey was organizing data on
the main computer. Misty was on the sofa reading to her little pokemon. Ash on the other hand found
something more...interesting to do.
"Yea hoo!" he cried as he sped across the tiled floor on a swivel computer chair.
"Watch out for that large cord," Tracey warned, not looking away from the monitor.
"What cord? Uh oh." Ash zoomed across smoothly, until the wheels got caught up in the thick electrical
wire laid on the floor. He was sent crashing to the floor.
"Oh! Ash are you alright?" Misty asked in concerned manner as she helped him to his feet.
"Pika Pi" Pikachu cooed, he was listening to Misty's story and was a bit annoyed at the interruption.
"Just my pride" he groaned as he stood up.
She gave a sigh of relief; "oh that's good. We've all seen that take a beating many times."
Ash wasn't amused, "ha ha, very funny Mist."
"Muk muk muk" the purple slime laughed.
"Thanks for your concern" he mumbled.
"You better not have scratched up my newly waxed floor!" Brock called to him, "Hmmm, have you seen
the latest edition of Newsweek, Watcher?" Brock had gotten in the habit of calling Tracey "watcher" as an
annoying nickname.
Tracey nodded, "over by the videophone. I didn't know you read Newsweek." He sounded impressed at
Brock's choice of reading material. Brock picked up the magazine and flipped to a page with a picture of
Jennifer Lopez. "I should have known better" Tracey muttered. On the way back to his work, Brock
stopped to see what he was doing.
"Hey isn't that Sydney online?" he inquired, pointing to the screen at DarkGrlSid.
"Yep, you want me to say hi for you?"
Brock shook his head, "let me type something." Tracey moved out of the way as Brock sent her a message.
Sydney was a member of their team from the show. Her and Tracey had become good friends during their
time together. The message popped up on the IM box.
"Hi babe, your manly stud here?" Tracey read in a confused tone.
"Hi Brock" popped up in the box next; "would you stop being such a womanizer already Brock? You guys
destroy the lab yet?"
"No", Tracey responded, "but Ash is trying to." He was saying out loud what he was typing.
"Hey!" Ash yelled. Suddenly, a jumble of unreadable letters appeared.
"Sorry, Chikarita wanted to say hi to the pokemon." The blue mouse Marill hopped onto the keyboard and
attempted to type hello back. Instead he hit a button that opened another file.
"Oops, this is the Professor's planner," Tracey said as he moved the Pokemon off the keyboard. Hey, it has
something for today. A Professor Willow is supposed to drop off something important for Professor Oak to
watch for her. Strange, he didn't mention anything. Must have slipped his mind."
"Oh no" Misty wailed, "not this again."
"That name" Brock chanted as he curled into a ball in the corner.
Misty tapped him on the shoulder, "this is another professor, not the one you're thinking of."
"Oh, I knew that" he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Ash grinned, "I hope it's a really rare pokemon." The computer rang again, signaling an instant message
had appeared again.
"I'll be in Pallet Town tomorrow evening, mind if my friend and I stop by?"
"Sure, we'll have a party!" Tracey said and typed.
Brock added his own message, "B: I'll do the cooking!"
"Very cool, I gtg, see ya tomorrow! *