A/N: Introducing my "Not An OC" Malcolm and his crazy band of Pokemon!
Kurt's House, Azalea Town
Research Aide 'Malcolm' Elm Jr., son of Johto's very own Professor Elm, sat across from an elderly but fit man. He was enthusiastically taking notes on the speech the elder man was giving on their favorite topic: apricorns. Malcolm was beginning his doctorate thesis on the properties of apricorns and why they are found exclusively in the Johto Region. Sitting next to him also taking notes was Malcolm's Wobbuffet, "Wobbles". Considering that Wobbles did not have opposable thumbs and did not know how to write, his notes were mainly random lines and scribbles. Hiding behind Wobbles was a Magby, "Mortimor" or "Morty". The reason Morty was hiding behind Wobbles was in an attempt to escape the madness occurring in the rest of the house. Also, he was worried about how close he was to the open flame where the pokéball crafter, Kurt, makes his special apricorn Pokéballs. He warily watched on as an Octillery named "Aurora Delilah Desiree" quickly made her way around the room, pickling up random items and putting them on her head. Then ADDy would take them off her head and drop them before picking up another item and beginning the ritual all over again. Running behind ADDy in an attempt to clean up after her and possibly stop here was a very stressed Flaffy named "Magenta". Maisy, Kurt's granddaughter and successor to the family business, followed Magenta, trying to calm everyone down. Floating above everyone, and entranced by the light was Malcolm's final Pokémon, a Hoppip named "Petal".
Having enough of all craziness caused by the Pokémon, Maisy yells,
"Malcolm! Control your Pokémon! Or better yet, recall them into their Pokéballs!"
Disturbed by the yell, Kurt stops talking and gazes out at the Pokémon. Malcolm finishes up his notes before also looking at his Pokémon. Seeing the chaos his group caused, Malcolm stands up and claps his hands, getting his team attention.
"Alright! I get it! Mean ol' Malcolm kept you penned up inside this house for days and then expects you to behave! Well no more! We'll go outside and properly play and get all the energy out of you! How's that sound?"
The group of Pokémon look at each other for a moment before they begin to cheer together.
"Wobba!"
"Flaa..Fy!"
" !"
"Hynaa!"
"Priuuu!"
With a consensus Malcolm turns around to say farewell to Kurt.
"Mr. Kurt, thank you so much for your insight! Unfortunately, I need to cut our meeting short to take care of these guys. Would it be ok if I came back in a day or two to continue our talk?"
"That's fine with me. At least this way I can talk to someone else besides little miss snippy over there."
Kurt then gesture over to his granddaughter.
Maisy replies indignantly,
"Snippy? Snippy? I have a huge order of balls to complete on my own and his Pokémon are breaking my concentration!?"
"Quick Malcolm! Flee while you can!" Kurt then begins to walk towards the backroom, but is stopped when Maisy grabs him by his collar.
Malcolm slowly backs away from the bickering duo, herding his Pokémon towards the door.
"Well, why don't we leave them to their discussion, Ha Ha ha ha." Malcolm then walks out the door, closing it behind him.
HQ of the Pokémon League, Indigo Plateau
After leaving Professor Elm's lab, Sabrina and Alakazam teleported to Indigo Plateau, and made their way to the back offices where the Pokémon League was located. Quickly bypassing the deserted offices of the Gym Leaders, the pair then comes to the offices of the Elite Four and the League Champion, Lance.
Nearly twenty years ago the League decided that in order to have a stable organization, the person leading the League could not just defeat the current Champion, but also must be voted into the position. This rule was put into effect when countless trainers defeated the League but then moved on to the next region instead of staying and help stabilize the organization. Now trainers can become a Champion, but they do not automatically become the head of the League. Lance of Blackthorn City, was reinstated as the official League Champion and has been voted into office every term since.
Coming to the correct door, Sabrina knocks.
"Enter."
Sabrina opens the door and looks at a ridiculous but very common sight. Lance is sitting at his desk while his Altaria sits behind him, styling his hair into its standard spiky mess.
Seeing who his visitors are, Lance greets them with a casual, "Hey," before focusing his attention on the paperwork scattered on the desk.
Sabrina shared a look with Alakazam, before sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Alakazam stands behind her.
Seeing that Sabrina wishes to speak, Lance puts down his paperwork to look at her. Altaria continues to style Lance's hair.
"So what brings you here today Sabrina? Our monthly meeting isn't for another week. Or is it? Altaria, where's my calendar?" Lance begins to shuffle the paperwork around on his desk in an attempt to find his schedule.
Sabrina waves her hand and a black book rises out of a stack of papers.
"You mean this?"
Not even noticing that the book is floating, Lance grabs it out of the air and rapidly flips through it.
"Mmm… Altaria what's today's date? Ah wait never mind, I found it. According to this I'm right. We aren't scheduled to meet for another week." Lance closes the book. "So what's going on?"
"We've just come from Professor Elm's and.."
"Wait. Professor Elm's? Is this about that Stantler? Is everything going ok? He didn't do anything did he?"
"If you would let me finish, I have decided that Stantler is ready to have a new trainer…"
"Great! Well now all we need to do is find someone to take him. Hmmm, I wonder if Professor Gary Oak could take him? No never mind, Oak doesn't train anymore. How about Steven? Granted he would be clueless how to train a normal type. Maybe..."
"Lance."
"What is it Sabrina?"
"If you interrupt me one more time you will spend the next week thinking that you're a slowpoke. Do you understand?"
"…Right. Sorry about that. There's just so many candidates that I…"
"Lance, I have a suggestion."
"Really? Who?"
"Professor Elm's son, Malcolm. As far as I am aware, he is currently traveling Johto writing his doctorate thesis. He also has a team with him that he trains."
"Huh, Elm junior. I haven't seen him since Elm's surprise 40th birthday. Have you asked him yet?"
"I thought that it would be better to discuss with you first before going to him."
"Hmmmm. No this is great! I'm totally on board with this plan. So, when should we meet with him?"
"Alakazam said that he can sense Malcolm in Azalea Town."
"Why would he be there?"
"According to Professor Elm, his son is studying apricorns."
"Ah, he's there for Kurt."
"That seems most likely."
"Well I have some paperwork to finish up here. How about we meet in Azalea Town around 10:00 AM tomorrow. Alakazam, Malcolm won't be leaving the area any time soon, right?"
Startled that Lance would address him so abruptly, it take him a moment to communicate with Sabrina.
"Alakazam says that he will be in town for quite some time."
"Great! It's settled then. We'll meet up at Azalea Town's Pokémon Center at 10:00 Am tomorrow."
"Very well, have a good day Lance."
Sabrina gets up out of her chair and walks towards the door. Alakazam begins to follow her before stopping, turning towards Lance and Altaria, and giving them a very brief, "Alaka." Alakazam then walks out the door, closing it behind him.
With his guests gone, Lance sinks into his char.
"Whew. Man Altaria, Sabrina is intense. You don't think that she was serious about the slowpoke comment do you?"
"Altaaria!"
You'd make an adorable slowpoke.
"Thanks bud. Well at least we have a mission tomorrow. A great way to spread you wings, right?"
"Altar!"
Every day is a good day for flying.
"At least we can finally check 'get Stantler a new trainer' off of our To Do list'.
"Altar. Tar!"
If this fellow agrees of course. Granted I think the one that going to be hardest to convince is Stantler.
"Don't be such a downer Altaria. We have to believe in him. Otherwise his recovery will never work. Well, enough of this. We deserve a break. Want to go out back and fly for a bit? Just me and you."
"Altaria!"
As long as you don't tell the Dragonites! They get so jealous.
"Deal."
Lance then gets out of his chair and walk towards the huge window behind Altaria. Pushing a button on the wall, the window slides open. Lance gets on Altaria, and Altaria quickly drops out the window into free fall. After a few seconds, Altaria opens his wings and they soar off to enjoy their lunch break.