Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon. I don't own American McGee's Alice. Anything else, I own. The Gray Pikachu concept I own. This is set sometime during the second season, or after Gary looses the cheerleaders. I forget. Since this is AU, it doesn't really matter.
IN WHICH ALICE WAKES UPShe was alone. Around her was nothingness. And she was alone. This isn't how it's supposed to be. She thought, turning around. The queen's dead. DEAD! I won. I think.
Where was Wonderland? Where was the Cheshire Cat, that constant companion of her insane journey through the twisted, dark Wonderland that had become her home and her hell.
Lightning crackled around her, illuminating the nothingness, revealing images she didn't want to see. Her house in flames, someone dragging her away, people hurting her, doing strange things to her body and her mind. A room filled with equipment. Medical and scientific equipment. Like the Mad Hatters laboratory. She thought hazily.
Explosions racked the other, stranger lab, releasing her and several pokemon who took the opportunity to escape. A small, gray and black Pikachu stood in the middle of the carnage looking extremely pleased with itself. RUN Allie! Run! She heard voices scream in her mind. Voices that sounded like her parents. RUN! Alice turned away from the images. They didn't interest her.
The small gray Pikachu stepped out of the nothingness. Darkness and lightning surrounded it. Found you! Found you at last! Come! Come NOW!
Who are you? She asked.
Here, look! It told her.
Images flickered in her mind. Her house burning down, fire-men and their Squirtles putting it out. A tiny baby Pikachu with singed and blacked fur struggled out from underneath the body of its human trainer, crying softly. It skittered away into the forest, eluding its would-be captors.
It huddled down in a small cave, rocking back and forth in misery. Dead. All dead. No one else. Family gone! It sobbed. Around it, the cave walls brightened in response to the baby pokémon's grief. Lightning flickered throughout the crystalline walls and struke the Pikachu, illuminating it. The pokémon's eyes started to glow with a bright blue light that enveloped it.
A small, completely healed, gray and black pokemon stepped out of the cave and licked its fur contemplatively. It had heard the terrified cries of a small child, his trainer's daughter. It sniffed the air experimentally. Something told it that the girl-child was still alive. Will find. It decided. Will find little sister. Won't let bad-guys hurt!
The memory-images faded, leaving her staring at the bright blue eyes of the pokemon. You think I'm your little sister? She asked incredulously.
It nodded happily. You are the daughter of my trainer. Trainer adopted me. We siblings. In a way. It added. You are my trainer now. It finished as it held out its paw. Together we find the bad-guys and make them sorry.
Works for me, she added. But we can't do this alone.
That's easy to take care of. It chortled. I help you capture and train other pokemon. Only fair.
She nodded and took the paw. Around them, the nothingness faded. She opened her eyes for the first time in ten years to the real world.
