Last Time On TMOM:
Cameron, Fairytales, Sunstroke and a King.
Quote: "Tonight you'll stay in the palace, and tomorrow you'll fight in our annual pokemon competition. No pressure meant, but I'm going to put my money on you."

Chapter Three: Complications

I think you hide
And you don't have to tell me why
You cry a little, so do I, so do I
-Florence + The Machine

Ash followed behind Sonia in a daze. Pikachu was in his arms, dozing after the large satisfying dinner. Both were exhausted from the day's events. But Ash was more bothered than tired by his seemingly unconscious manner of running into the King of Cameron Castle. In his own defense, Roman had dressed the plainest of his citizens. There was no way that Ash could have known of Roman's importance.

To Ash, Roman was just your friendly old village storyteller. He didn't fit so neatly into the stereotypes of a King like say King Arthur. For one, Roman was older than Ash would have suspected. And he was bald. Though Ash supposed that being bald could be considered regal.

They wandered into an open aired corridor that opened out into a starry night sky. It had grown dark fast since Ash had been lead into the palace's kitchens. Ash paused, leaning against the railing as he stared out at the sky. The courtyard gardens below were painted an eerie silver in the moonlight. The night air was brisk carrying with it the warm smell of burning wood. The whole island felt timeless. Plucked right out of his childhood daydreams.

"You doing alright, little one?" said Sonia, holding the candle out between them so that she could see Ash's face. "You aren't still feeling sick, are ya?"

"No. I'm fine," He smiled up at her. "Thank you for showing me to my room. I know you probably have better things to do."

"Oh, it's nothing, dearie. I'm merely the overseer. Most everything can be handled without me breathing down their necks."

They stood a moment in silence. Ash observed the moon, cradling pikachu in his arms. It was hard to believe he was standing in a place where his childhood hero might have stood once too.

"I'll have to apologize for our Highness," Sonia said, drawing Ash's attention away again. "He's not quite what you expected, is he?"

"He's not," Ash admitted. "But I'm kinda glad. If it weren't for him and his daughter I would be sleeping outside again tonight."

"The ancestors of Cameron fully understood the importance of celebrating our pokemon trainers. They set up the tournament and festival every year to give thanks to Sir Aaron, one of the few trainers of the time," said Sonia.

"Sir Aaron was a pokemon trainer?"

"Why yes, of course," said Sonia. "He is most infamously known for his partnership with a pokemon known as Lucario. They were invariably close. Much like you and your pikachu."

"Oh. Then what happened to Lucario... when he... um."

"I afraid that Lucario vanished. Lady Lynn, who transcribed the tragic events, was never able to find the pokemon."

Ash frowned and held pikachu tighter. Not too long ago, he almost left pikachu alone. For a much less noble cause than Aaron too.

"But in regards to Lord Roman," continued Sonia, briskly changing the subject. "He married into the family and he's never used to be... fully tolerant all of the traditions. Giving respect to trainers was easy. He loves to gamble on pokemon battles. Everything else however... Lord Roman only ever seemed to reliant to appease Lady Amelia, God bless her soul."

"What do you mean, fully tolerant?"

"He dislikes the attention. And the fancy garb. And as a King of Cameron- you get a lot of fancy garb and attention."

"I can understand that," said Ash.

They sat in a moment enjoying the pleasant hum autumn evening. Until Sonia finally spoke up, "You know, you remind me a tad bit of my son when he was yer age. I could always tell when something was bothering him too."

Ash couldn't hide his smile. "My mother always said that I wore my heart on my sleeve."

"So what is bothering you... Oh heavens. I didn't catch your name."

"Ash."

"What a nice name. My son's name's Dylan."

"That's a nice name too," He paused, stroking Pikachu absentmindedly. Sonia was still staring at him, patiently waiting for his answer. Ash knew he'd have to surrender it. "I guess, it's that I'm trying to decide... if I should quit being a pokemon trainer."

"Hm. And is there anything in particular that lead you to this decision, Ash?"

"A lot of things... bad things. I love my pokemon and training but... I can't... I mean, I wanted to be a pokemon master once."

"Not anymore?"

"I don't know."

Sonia smiled softly. She said, "This don't sound like a question Sonia can answer, I'm afraid. Sounds like only Mister Ash can decide that."

Ash sighed, "Yeah."

"I'll tells you what. How's about you come check out the battle arena. Give it a run around with yer pokemon. Get your mind of things for awhile. It might cheer you up."

Ash gave it some thought. It would be nice to get the advantage of knowing the terrain he'd be dealing with. It might not be enough to tip the scale in his favor, but every little bit might help. And his pokemon did need the exercise. There was little time to break and stretch while they traveled through the woods. His pokemon deserved a moment's rest outside the confines of their pokeballs.

"I guess so. I guess, that sounds good."

James leaned out of the basket, staring absentmindedly down at the forest that trailed beneath them. After another unsuccessful bout with Ash, it took them two weeks to scramble the supplies together and repair the damages impacted on their only means of transportation. Both Jessie and Meowth had forced him to fork up one of his most precious bottle caps for the cause. An odd act of karma as it were, but it didn't make James any less bitter about it.

He wasn't supposed to be on lookout duty. But Meowth had long since fallen asleep and James hadn't wanted to wake either of his teammates. He just figured, since he was awake anyway, he might as well take over.

Ash was still nowhere to be seen. Several weeks ago, Ash had lost them in a similar fashion. For a good long time too. Long enough that it made the team nervous whenever they lost him anytime since. Team Rocket had to circle about, wondering if they had gone too far ahead of him or if they themselves were lagging behind. They had come close to calling in. The boss would have been hard to face. He wouldn't have approved of their failure. And unfortunately, they had to resort to asking around for the twerp and his pikachu too- little good it did them. Consorting with citizens was frowned upon- in case anything they were looking for ended in a bad way.

When they finally found Ash, he was heading nearly the complete opposite direction he had before. And driven by such urgency that he stopped for little rest, if any at all. In the first few days they started tailing him, Ash had forced himself to the point of utter collapse. A state of being that put his pikachu practically up for grabs.

It was the perfect time to attack. And yet, James felt... reluctant to partake of the opportunity. It seemed cruel, not that Team Rocket was very well known for any niceties. His other team members were all too eager to snatch pikachu from the weary trainer. They did not share his ill placed compassion. Heaven knew Ash himself never spared a second thought for Team Rocket's own well being.

But James did kind of care. To jump him at that moment seemed like kicking a growlithe when it was down. Pointless. Why fight something that can't fight back?

And it was the manner of Ash's behavior that bothered James. As if Ash were desperately trying to escape something. He was pushing himself so hard to keep going and to leave whatever it was behind him. James was afraid to interfere. What if it was one of those things that the boy so often attracted? Did they really want to caught in the crossfire between the Chosen One and some new threat to the world.

So maybe James did purposively foul up the plan. He still hadn't felt that he deserved to lose precious bottle caps. It was good deed, not a bad one. Or so he thought. James hadn't even done it with thought of reward, so a punishment felt rather unfair to him.

But even if Ash never knew how James had helped, dismantling the claw hand and making sure the balloon's patches were hastily sewn, at least his own conscience had been cleared. And perhaps it was for the best that Ash did not know. James was sure both Jessie and Meowth would skin him alive for his sabotage. And if the boss found out... well he could certainly kiss his "blossoming" career goodbye.

Thankfully, he only needed to save Ash once. After that time, the chance slipped away. Ash slowed his pace and began behaving normally again- even if his destination hadn't changed.

James heard some rustling from beside him, and looked over in time to see Jessie squinting back at him from beneath the folds of her blanket.

"James? What are you doing up? Wasn't it's Meowth's turn for..."

James just shrugged. His gaze drifting back outside the balloon basket.

"It's freezing out," Jessie hissed through gritted teeth. "Why don't you come sit back down?"

"It's fine. I'm not cold."

"Well then. Do you see anything?"

James shook his head slowly. "Nope. Not even a town that he might have gone to."

Jessie pulled her blanket tighter around herself. "What is he doing back this way anyhow? Kanto... I thought the point was to travel all over the place and what not."

"He's probably just going home. To visit his mom..." said James.

Jessie smirked. "Do you want to visit your mom?"

James gave off a visible shudder. "Please don't mention them," he said.

Jessie just chuckled. She sat up straighter and peeked out over the rim of the basket.

"Where are we anyway?" She said.

"That's just it. We're a bit too far north than the route he was originally traveling. A little bit of a ways up past Pewter. I've never come this far north so..."

"Oh. We might be coming up on Cameron Palace."

"Cameron Palace... what's that?"

Jessie scowled at James. "Don't tell me you never heard of the infamous Cameron Palace? It's just about the biggest tourist attraction in Kanto ever. You were rich before, James. Surely you traveled in these types of circles. You probably even know the King and Queen."

"To be honest, I never really cared that much."

Jessie was about to saw something more, but suddenly fog began spilling over the basket. She gasped and sat up suddenly, the blanket pooling at her feet.

"James! The fog-"

"Don't worry. This happened before. It will pass."

She could barely see him now. His voice only wafting from the space in front of her. She reached forward and grabbed on tightly to what she supposed was his arm. They waited, staring out into the thick churning whiteness around them.

And then, Jessie saw it. Shooting out of the dense fog as if it had just been dropped in their path. A low mountain peak.

Jessie screamed, scrambled backwards and pulled down hard on the chain, opening the blast valve. The surge of heat threw their balloon into an updraft. They were tossed violently to one side, nearly throwing James out of the basket. His grip on the metal pillars that tethered the balloon to the basket had saved his life. They had managed to avoid crashing into the top, but the winds had thrown them in such a way that they scraped across it instead.

A hole opened up in the center of their basket, just near where Meowth had been resting. At the noise and the sudden jerk, Meowth had woken- having just enough sense to scramble away from the gaping hole.

"What da hell are yah doing!" shrieked the cat pokemon, plastering himself to the opposite side of the basket.

"We have to land," said James urgently. "The wind might tear the basket up more."

"Where?"

"There!" shouted Jessie, pointing down beneath them.

James glanced over the basket. The fog had dissipated once they cleared the mountain range. And James was surprised to see a castle, beneath them, seemingly perched in the center of the lake. Jessie's Cameron palace, no doubt. There were only a few courtyards. It would be a tight squeeze for their balloon. The castle appeared asleep for the evening, but they had little choice. A crash landing in the water could be fatal. Especially if they wanted to save their newly restocked supplies.

And James didn't want his precious "billy toad mudkip" soda pop top's sacrifice to have been all for naught.

"It will have to do!"

Ash ducked through the arches feeling for all the world that he were back completing in the Indigo league tournament. It was a justified feeling. The artisans who created that colossal stadium took inspiration from Cameron Castle architecture. This was a pokemon stadium a hundred years in the making.

Ash walked to the center of the stadium looking up at the vast number of seats lining the arched walls. The field itself too was several yards across. Making Ash feel incredibly small. Impressed but small.

"Wow. This is incredible."

"Isn't though?" replied Sonia from the battle drawn sideline. "Lady Lynn's and Sir Aaron's only son started construction on the stadium when his mother passed away. Back then it was used as a training ground, and the annual battles started to be held here instead of in the village."

"It's wonderful."

Sonia smiled, "I thought you'd like it. Dylan did too."

"Is Dylan a pokemon trainer?"

"He was. Very much so. But he's a father now. Still practices in his free time, when he can. I believe they live in Saffron now. Or Celadon. I get the big cities confused. Very much a country girl, myself."

Ash looked up, his eyes trailing to the center balcony which was covered by a thick orange curtain. Banners were slung over the railings, a few in the colors of the castle's crest and the center one with Cameron's royal family coat of arms in view.

"That's where Lord Roman and Lady Aileen will sit tomorrow to observe the competition," said Sonia, noticing his stare.

I guess the next time I'll see Roman is on that balcony, thought Ash. He kinda liked the old man. A bit eccentric for a king of a small country but still an interesting guy to get to know. I wonder what his daughter looks like...

Ash made his way back to the chalked in boundary lines, observing the lengths carefully. It didn't appear that the stadium put too much distance between the trainer and his pokemon. But the roar of the audience might deafen crucial orders. He could only hope that his pokemon remembered to look for his hand signals.

Ash tickled the sleeping pokemon he was carrying under the chin and said, "Hey buddy. Wake up. Wanna train with the rest of us?"

Pikachu opened one eye and groaned. Ash chose to take his answer as an affirmation and gently lowered his partner to the ground. There, Pikachu stretched out, still sending Ash bitter looks.

Ash then reached for his pokeballs, releasing a few of the pokemon at a time. He hesitated with Charizard. He had holed up Charizard in its pokeball for awhile now, too afraid to battle or train with him anymore. Charizard had seemed a bit annoyed but, so far, hadn't held it against him. Ash wasn't sure if he could risk that attack being used again. And if Charizard's competitive nature got the best of him... Ash didn't want to think about the consequences.

He was lucky to even be able to keep Charizard as they, his accusers, had talked about putting the pokemon down. When they realized it was more Ash's fault than the pokemon, they wanted to release Charizard or at the very least give him to a more responsible trainer. It was only the fear of unleashing a Pokemon with its godlike move on unexpected trainers that kept them from releasing him. And no self respected trainer wanted to try and handle such a dangerous Pokemon themselves. They very reluctantly gave custody back to Ash on the condition that if the move was ever used again for whatever reason, Ash would face jail time.

Ultimately, Ash decided that he didn't have to train with Charizard. But at the least, he should let the pokemon get some fresh air with the rest of them.

Charizard arrived forming from the red light with a loud triumphant roar. Ash flinched at the sound, but tried not to let the other pokemon see. They were all too busy talking amongst themselves to notice their trainer's hesitation.

'Hey, what's going on?' Bulbasaur asked, glancing around- his eyes settling upon Pikachu. Since Ash couldn't speak pokemon, Pikachu was seen as the second in command when it came to what the master wanted.

'Pika pi wants us all to train for the tournament tomorrow,' yawned Pikachu.

'That's bad. Not good,' said Pidgeot ruffling his feathers. 'I smell danger on the wind.'

The rest of the pokemon, save for Charizard who never really conversed with the smaller lot anyway, visibly slumped at Pidgeot's proclamation. Butterfree simply drifted her way towards Pikachu, in attempt to escape the doom and loom talk.

'You always smell danger on the wind,' said Squirtle, rolling his eyes.

'It's strong today. If our master were to compete in this tournament, I am certain we will all be in grave danger.'

'And last time, when Master was eating a tuna sandwich you said you smelt poison on it. Master ate it and was fine," said Bulbasaur.

'It was only a little poison. If he had chewed more slowly, it may have killed him.'

'You'd be so happy if Ash dropped dead right now, wouldn't you?' said Squirtle.

"You have a Pidgeot," said Sonia.

Ash hadn't noticed that she had come up behind him. She looked frayed, touching her heart with her hand.

"Um, yeah."

"You have a Pidgeot. And you have dark hair and you are a pokemon trainer."

"Yes and...?"

Sonia took a deep breath and straightened her composure. "You're just like.. um... oh! Just like Dylan is all! Dylan had a Pidgeot!"

Ash raised an eyebrow, "Did he...?"

She laughed. But with such force that Ash was almost certain that she was lying to him. Roman changed the subject. The other gawkers wouldn't speak. And Sonia was forced to lie.

Just what exactly was so special about a black haired pokemon trainer with a Pidgeot?

Suddenly screams ripped through the air. There was a loud commotion coming from what appeared to be the courtyard over. Both Ash and Sonia looked in the direction of the noise.

"Good heavens. I hope that's not Lady Aileen again," Sonia sighed.

"You really think the princess is behind that?" asked Ash- startled by the grim look overtook Sonia's face.

"You don't know our Lady Aileen."

Ash followed Sonia into the courtyard clearing with his pokemon in hot pursuit. He made a last minute decision to return his larger pokemon before running towards the sound of the commotion. If it turned out that he needed Pidgeot or Charizard in the coming situation he would let them free again... or at least he might let Pidgeot out. Letting Charizard out around potential targets still unnerved Ash.

The scene before him was probably the last he'd expect.

Ash spotted the remains of the cat balloon first. It was in shreds- parts draped down from the over hangings and strewn across the courtyard. He could see the fabric painted with Meowth's smile caught on a low garden wall and one painted Meowth eye waving from where it hung from a gargoyle. An empty basket was hanging upside down from an arch, where underneath a small crowd had formed.

A lump formed hard in Ash's throat. No.

"Oh? I wonder what's happened-" Sonia began, faltering as Ash suddenly rushed past her.

Ash ran clear across the courtyard and into the crowd. He caught broken and muddled conversations of "where'd... come from?" and "you think... alive?". He pushed his way through the gawkers, almost falling in face first when they cleared the path easier than he expected. And the sight of their fallen bodies only elevated Ash's rising panic.

All three were unconscious... or perhaps worse. The crowd had formed an effective wall around them but beyond that no one had been willing to approach their comatose forms. There was one teenage boy in cargos and an oversized teeshirt who had been trying to shake Jessie awake to little affect. Ash knew enough about first aid to know that the vigorous shakes weren't a good idea.

"Don't shake her!" Ash shouted, effectively stopping the young man in mid-shake. "She's injured, you idiot."

He dropped down next to James first. He was face up, his half opened eyes looking eerie in the low light. There was blood running down his face from a deep gash up by his hairline. The blood stood out plainly against his pale skin. Ash held his breath as he felt James' neck for a pulse. It was there, lightly thudding against his fingertips. And when leaning over to check, Ash could hear him breathing.

That was good. If James needed CPR, Ash wasn't sure how he would have gone about it. Despite the fact that Ash knew next to nothing about the actual process, Ash was sure that even if he had the act of giving CPR to another man would just be... unappetizing.

"He's alive. But he needs medical attention," Ash announced to the watching crowd. "Is there anyone here that's a doctor?"

The crowd muttered amongst themselves but no one volunteered.

Sonia had joined the boy who had been shaking Jessie. Unlike the teenager, Sonia seemed to understand at least as much about first aid, if not more than Ash. After checking Jessie, much the same way Ash had looked over James, she caught Ash's eye and said, "This woman's fine. But she's out cold. Perhaps we should take them into the castle. There is a med staff on standby for the tournament."

"Is it safe to move them?"

Sonia gave both Jessie and James prone forms a once over. "Probably not. We will have to send someone to fetch them."

While Sonia tried to relay instructions to the teenage boy at her side, Ash spied that his pokemon had come to Meowth's aid. The pokemon was mostly unresponsive to their efforts, but he did mew and moan occasionally. It was more than could be said for his comatose masters.

Seeing Team Rocket in this state was almost surreal. Their ability to bounce back from any number of pokemon attacks made them appear immortal. To realize that they could bleed after all. That they could get this hurt...

Ash looked back down at James' pale face, fighting back the bile-like guilt rising in the back of his throat. It was all his fault that they were here. Wasn't it his pikachu that they were always after? If he had gone back to Pallet like he was supposed to, this might never have happened to them.

And at the same time, their very appearance could ruin everything.

Ash knew full well that they weren't in town for any innocent reasons. They were either planning on stealing his or the competitors' pokemon. He also knew that they would eventually try to make a grab at either sometime in the future.

That and Team Rocket knew. They knew he had no right to be entering pokemon tournaments. They might not have know what the circumstances were, but they were well aware that his license had been suspended. They used it to their advantage, hoping that it might prevent Ash from fighting back.

Though if Ash hadn't told them, hoping it might deter them from chasing him anymore, he wouldn't be in this situation.

He felt awful for even worrying about his secret with the trio in this state. But fears had a habit of cropping up even at the most inappropriate of times. Even now, looking down at James' unconscious form, Ash couldn't help but despise the fact that Team Rocket had once again forced him between a rock and a hard place.

"Hold on," said Ash under his breath. "You'll be fine."

Ash wasn't sure he was talking more to James than to himself.

When James came to, there was an old bald man standing over him.

"Are you alright?" The old man asked.

James jerked himself up. He looked around wildly, surprised to see he wasn't in the wreckage of the hot air balloon but was instead inside a room. A very lavishly furnished room. He was laying in four poster on top of red velvet curtains. And the walls were adorned with beautiful tapestries and paintings. If not for the fact that he didn't recognize any of the artwork nor the man, he would have assumed he were back home.

"Where am I? Where's Jessie... and Meowth?"

"The young lady and pokemon with you? Oh, they came to a few hours before you did. Right now, they're down in the galleries having breakfast with the rest of the pokemon trainers."

James remembered now. They had come down too fast and hit one of the overhanging arches. This time unfortunately, James had been thrown from the basket. Luckily the ground was a lot closer than it had been before. The only long term injury he suffered was a mild headache.

"Pokemon trainers?" James repeated dully, rubbing his sore head.

"Yes. For the tournament. Your vessel had to make an emergency landing and you wound up here at our castle. Your friend explained everything. He actually was quite worried. Tuckered himself out."

"My… friend…"

There was a sudden knock at the door. The bald man smiled and immediately hurried to let the person at the door in. James almost had a heart attack at the sight of Ash Ketchum in the doorway.

"Ah yes. He's awake now, Mr. Ketchum. I'll just… leave you two. Do try to encourage him to join in the competition too."

Ash smiled and nodded to the man who ducked his way back out of the room. But the instant he was gone, so went the smile on Ash's face. That was okay. James didn't much feel like smiling himself.

The young man, who was only a head shorter than James himself now, was oddly intimidating when he wanted to be. He said nothing, only helped himself to a bedside chair, straddling it backwards and resting his crossed arms and chin over the head rest. And there he sat, staring at the Team Rocket member helplessly trussed up in bed and blankets.

"So… you followed me," Ash began nonchalantly.

"We always follow you," James couldn't help but chuckle. "Part of the shtick, right? Where's Pikachu?"

"Safe, from you."

"We aren't going to steal him in a… mansion?"

"Castle."

"Castle, whatever. Castle full of pokemon trainers. We aren't that stupid." Ash's simpering smile caused James to scoff. "We aren't."

Ash sighed, getting up from the chair. He spun it back to the front but didn't sit back down. Instead he stared down hard at the seat, as if trying to sort through something in his head.

When at last he spoke, his tone was even and measured. But James knew enough about the fifteen year old to know that this was Ash at his angriest. He really didn't want them here.

"I'm entering the pokemon tournament here in Cameron. The one being held this afternoon," He looked up and met James' eye. There was threat there, daring him to speak.

"You… Your license was suspended," said James at length, realization dawning on him.

"So here's the deal. You and your teammates don't mention… that. And I'll continue to cover for your presence here. Free food. Soft beds to sleep in. I'm sure it's been a long time since you've enjoyed that, right? I'm pretty sure Team Rocket doesn't pay well when you continue to fail on the same mission for five years."

"We are salary based."

Ash cocked an eyebrow and James couldn't keep a straight face. "Yeah, well. We've had our pay docked several times."

"I don't care."

"Right, you wouldn't. Of course," James flustered, clearing his throat. "So mum's the word on the whole… license suspension so you can play trainer for a few hours. And you won't warn everyone that you invited a bunch of pokemon thieves to the party. I have to say, Ash, this goes south? You stand to lose a lot more than we do."

"If you say anything, hurt anyone, if I even catch you staring too long at another trainer's pokemon- it won't be Pikachu blasting you off, James." Ash was dangerously close now. James sunk as far back into the bed as he could go, unnerved that the twerp had ever bothered to remember their names. "I'll use Charizard."

And with that, Ash left the room. The click the door made at his exit was more startling than a door slam.

"Geezus," James breathed. "When did the twerp get that scary?"

To Be Continued…
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I hope you guys enjoyed. I actually intended to get to the actual competition in this chapter but TR's entrance took a lot more time than I expected.

So I guess you guys can already tell that I am setting up TR to have a much bigger role in the story. They will be taking the place of the other side characters for the most part. And this, of course, will tie into their relationship that they have in The Blind Alley.

I have to be honest with you, guys. While I did lose the document for a few years, I also had another reason for taking so long. I felt a little guilty about rewriting a pokemon movie to suit my own benefits. I had a few reviewers who complained (one in particular who voiced quite angry opposition to the idea) and that shook my confidence. I'm not gonna let it bother me anymore though. I need to tell this part of Ash's life in order to fill out The Blind Alley's universe because it is so different than what happens in the movie. It will greatly play into how Ash reacts to certain characters and give some hints to the destiny he's heading towards in TBA.

You don't need to read this story to understand TBA. But it will definitely fill in a lot of blanks. ;)

I was mostly inspired to continue by another rewrite of the movie by Skylight Sparkle. Their story is called The Mystery of Aura, and like me, it's the first part of a long series. I recommend you check it out if you get the chance.

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