A/N: Hey ho! Six review, eight favs and nineteen follows. Not too bad as far as i'm concerned. Hopefully i earned more this time around. Also, thank you for Omarnosian10 for your suggestion. I'll take one that i like from that list since i have the rest planned out.

I'm sorry for my slight mistake in writting. I was watching Harry Potter at the time and i guess the noise distracted me. I'll make sure it never happens again. So, without further ado, Here is the chapter!

Chapter 2

Danny opened his eyes to an unfamiliar white ceiling and an excruciating pain from his cranium, which naturally sent a hundred alarm blaring inside of his head. Why? Because the white ceiling could mean that he was either strapped in a laboratorium somewhere inside the GIW HQ or in a hospital after some freak accident. He certainly hoped it was the latter since being a lab rat for various inhuman experiment wasn't that high on his priority list, or in other words, in the lowest bottom.

Beep..

Danny took a deep breth and calmed himself down. Panic won't help, he assured himself and immediately checked his surroundings. To his greatest relief, he found that his hands wasn't bound by any Anti-ghost straps and he wasn't placed in a cold iron table. It looked like any ordinary hospital with the white bed which he was currently occupying, a small table beside his bed, a small cupboard and that blasted beeping machine that keeps record of his heart. An ECG monitor was it?

Pop!

Beeeeeeeeee~eeeeep...

With an annoyed look on his face, Danny nonchalantly pulled the cables attached to his chest and pulled himself up into a sitting position, stiffling a curse when the headache reared its ugly head and reminded him of its existence.

Suddenly, the door was thrown off its hinges, a black blur speeping through the room and rammed itself into his chest, which caused additional pain to him and send him back down onto the comfy bed. He stiffled a wince and merely hissed to show his discomfort, which stopped whatever was coating him in a slimy mixture of snot and saliva. He looked up to see a bawling Houndour sitting on his chest, continuously licking his cheeks and neck while simultaneously wiping his runny nose on his bare skin.

::I thought I was gonna die!:: Is what he understood from all those sobbing and hiccuping. Danny patted the traumatized canine, attempting to sooth him from his first near-death experience.

Losing the effect of the drug in his system, his cloudy mind dutifully supplied him with the memory of getting bashed right in the head by Bagon's hard head. He winced and rubbed the sore spot on his head which, coincidentally, was the source of his headache. "Hey, where's that Bagon? Is he okay?" He asked the bawling Pokemon on his chest.

Houndour stopped bawling immediately. The tears seemed to dry and the snot ran back up to his nose where it disappeared from existence. Replacing his traumatized look was something akin to berserk fury and before Danny could do anything else, Houndour somehow pulled him up into a sitting position and bashed his glowing head to his head, right on the spot where it hurts the most.

"Ouch!" He yelped and covered up the area to protect it from another possible abuse.

::You bloody idiot! I already told you to ignore that stupid lizard! And did you even listen to me? No! You just argue about it falling on its back. Now see what good it got us? I almost broke my spine from a thirty feet free fall and you got a Skull Bash to the head!:: He ranted angrily to his face which stunned him greatly.

..But it wasn't for the fury Houndour was projecting.

It was because now he understood perfectly what the black dog was saying.

"I.. I can understand you." He muttered, eyes blinking owlishly in shock as he pointed a shaky finger at Houndour whose eyebrows was starting to twitch violently.

He earned a comical slap by yours truly. ::Of course you do! Are you saying that i'm ranting gibberish!?::

Okay, new leason earned: Hell hath no fury like Houndour scorned. Danny rubbed the sore spot on his cheeks as he muttered apologies to the angry dog, trying to placate him and calm his burning wrath. "Sorry Houndour. I promise I'll ask you first before interacting with other Pokemon." He amended.

"There was no need for that."

Danny's head turned so fast it may get a whiplash. There, in the corner of the room, stood an old man in his sixties with grey hair and short ragged beard. He wore a formal looking white shirt with a black tie underneath a blue sweater, a pair of black trouser and a pair of brown shoes. The man looked stern and uptight with that sharp eyes and constant frown, and frankly Danny was a bit intimidated when the man stared at him like a hawk eyeing its prey.

"Good afternoon-" he said, taking a brief look at his watch to determine the time of the day for his greeting. "My name is Rowan. Professor Rowan. I'm the Pokemon Professor from this region." He presented himself and offered a hand for him to shake, which he did hesitantly. "What's your name lad?" He asked politely.

"Um.. Danny Fenton." He answered unsurely.

"Mr Fenton it is." He concluded. "Now, I believe you were searching for this Bagon?" At this, Professor Rowan held up his hand, showing Bagon being held by the scruff of his neck like someone would a cat. "By the way, are you a trainer? That Houndour and this Bagon is still wild and unregistered as being anyone's." He asked.

Danny remained silent currently having a mental debate with himself whether he should reveal himself and ask the stern-looking Professor for a help and perhaps education for the ways of this world or keep silent and try doing things himself. He was interrupted from hisinternal musings, however, when a voice that wasn't his own echoed on his head.

::Could you please think more silently? Some of us have sensitive mind.:: The voice said.

Danny flinched in shock, his head turning around in search of the source of the mysterious voice in his head. Professor Rowan smirked with a knowing look in his eyes that gave him the I-know-something-you-don't vibe. Suddenly, out of thin air, appear some sort of blue-green bell with two arms coming out of its side. A face was etched at its body with a pair of red eyes and a rectangular mouth showing a row of square teeth.

"What in the world?" He asked, wide eyed at the sudden appearance of the weird creature in front of him. That was teleportation.. He marveled.

"Mr. Fenton, meet my Bronzong." Professor Rowan gestured at the bronze bell like Pokemon. "Bronzong." the old man greeted politely, something that the Pokemon seemed to like and returned with an awkward tilt of its body.

::Now, what is your problem? You seem to be lost in the crossroad of life..:: The Bronzong asked curiously, tilting itself as it did so. Danny bit the bottom of his lips, unsure whether the Pokemon could keep his secret or not. As if sensing his doubt, the Pokemon quickly assured him. ::Don't worry, Danny. I'm capable of holding secrets.::

Danny caved in and explained his situation, witholding only the facts that he was a Half-ghost and he was flying around the ghost zone when he accidentally entered through the spatial rip. The Bronzong awkwardly nodded ::I think it is best to let the Professor know about this and help you with the official matters. It might be better than suddenly getting thrown behind the bars for not having the necessary documents, no?:: It wasn't a problem for him, he was a Half-ghost after all. That could all be solved with a simple intangibility..

"Thanks, Bronzong." He smiled a bit at the Psychic type before turning to the Professor, leaving Bronzong to teleport back to whatever it is he was before. "Professor, how familiar are you with Inter-Dimensional Phenomenon?" He asked.

After a long and arduous explanation about his situation, which practically involves showing the Professor the photos of him and his friends in his cellphone to convince him about his status as a Dimension Traveler, the Pokemon Professor finally believed and agrees to help him with the official documents and to teach him about the ways of this world which unsurprisingly means Pokemon.

"Let's start with the most univesal topic in this world, Pokemon." At this, Professor Rowan pointed at Houndour and Bagon who was sitting contentedly in one of the sofas in the room. "There are more than four hundred different species in the world, coming in all shapes, colors and size. They live in the sea, the forest, the city, the mountain, the dessert, the sky, they're practically everywhere." Danny has a distinct feeling that the professor has recited this so many times before. It just seemed so practiced...

"See this ball?" He pulled out a red and white sphere from his pocket, enlargened it and throw it unto the air where it opened up to let out a stream of red light which pooled to form a small grey bird with yellow beak. "That is a Pokeball. It is used to catch a Pokemon." Hearing this, Danny began to back away from the ball as if it was the plague. He hates being captured and convined in a cage, having feeling it on multiple occassions with the GIW and sometimes by Vlad. The repulsion must have shown on his face because Professor Rowan hastened to add more. "Don't worry, Mr. Fenton. Its actua-"

"Danny." He interrupted.

"Pardon?"

"Please call me Danny. I don't like being called Mr. Fenton." He explained.

Professor Rowan nodded and coughed on his hands. "Right. As I was saying, You don't need to worry, Danny. The Pokeballs is specifically designed to be spacious inside, like a hotel room so to say. There are even one called Luxury ball which, as it name implies, gives the Pokemon inside a rather.. luxurious resting space. There are more types of Pokeball but we'll cover that ground later." Professor Rowan let out his hand for the little bird to perch on to before continuing his lecture. "Now, I have no doubt that you know Pokemon has types."

The halfa nodded in confirmation, gaving Houndour explain it along their way before their accident.

"There are currently eighteen different Types: Fire, Water, Grass, Lightning, Ground, Rock, Steel, Normal, Flying, Bug, Poison, Dark, Psychic, Ghost-" Danny perked as he heard the word. "-Ice, Fairy, Dragon and Fighting Types." He listed. "These types has different effectiveness against another type. For example, Water defeats fire and Ground neutralizes Lightning." Danny nodded. That was quite simple, all things considered.

"And.. My throat is dry. I'll get some drink and check you out. In the meantime, you should get dressed and prepare to leave. Your clothes' in the cupboard over there." He pointed at the cupboard before walking away, blatantly ignoring the broken door in an amazing feat of reality denial.

A whole lot of signing later, Danny was out of the hospital -which unsurprisingly was called Pokemon Center- and was headed to Sandgem Town to where Professor Rowan's lab is. The town was small, positioned strategically between the lush scenery of Route 202 and the small beach in Route 209. It made for one beautiful home to have, Danny noted.

The lab lies right next to the western entrance to the town and it is also the town's landmark. The lab is a white two-story building with red tile roof and large backyard where Danny could see many small Pokemons playing together in the short green grass. Without much word, Professor Rowan ushered the halfa into his lab/house. It was surprisingly tidy inside, Danny mused. If it was his dad, the place would have been a mountain of paper and junks.

Houndour and Bagon followed silently behind him, Houndour being awed at everything around him while Bagon was eyeing the cliffs around the beach, trying to see which one was a good spot for his next attempted flight. Danny just shook his head as he watched the two seemingly polar opposites walking inside the house.

Five weeks later...

Studying about Pokemon wasn't as bad as he thought it to be, it was surprisingly fun to see and learn about all the incredible things Pokemons could do. Professor Rowan's way of learning was far better than what all the teachers did back in his world, considering that he could maintain the young halfa's focus and interest for an unspecified amount of time for a study session. In the morning, the old professor taught him how to care for Pokemon by sic-ing the babies and other Pokemons in the ranch for him to care. In the afternoon, he was to study moves, abilities, evolutionaries and pretty much everything concerning Pokemon. At night, Danny was to study rules and general knowledge of this world.

Danny decided that he would like to be a Trainer and go on a Journey through Sinnoh in order to search for his possible one-way ticket back to his home, the legendary Spatial Pokemon, Palkia. At least this way, in the event that he met the inevitable -which means either he couldn't find Palkia or Palkia refused to send him back- he could make the most of his situation and go on a big journey through all the regions.

Fun enough.

Aside from all this boring routine, Danny finally made Houndour his first official Pokemon around the second week of his learning. The Dark Pokemon has expressed his wish to join him on his journey, saying that they clicked naturally with each other which earned a snort from Bagon and resulting in a brawl between the two of them. Since then, Danny slipped three hours between his schedule to train together with Houndour, teaching him some Fire and Dark type moves from the Pokemon manual and adding several Steel and Ground type moves as well.

They, of course, trained in the lush forest surrounding the Sandgem Town, far from the dirt trail where people would be less inclined to enter without the protection of a particularly strong Pokemon. Danny would tranform into his Alter Ego and spar with Houndour, increasing his speed and accuracy by dodging his attacks mid-air and increasing the strength behind his attacks by having him try to break his Ecto-shield.

At the fourth week, using Professor Rowan's Pokedex, Danny learned that Houndour was at a solid Lv. 19 with Flash Fire as his Ability. He also knows the moves Howl, Tackle, Leer, Ember, Flamethrower, Bite, Crunch, Dig, Feint Attack, Headbut, Quick Attack, and Iron Claw. A strong and good list to have especially since he was close to evolving. Now, in his fifth week, Houndour made a leap and went up to Lv. 22, successfully adding Fire Fang to his repertoire of moves.

The halfa closed his book and pulled himself out of his musings before walking out into the forest, Houndour trailing with him as usual for their evening training session. The duo never realized a pair of eyes eyeing them thoughtfully from the backyard.

Danny arrived at the clearing they used to train with little difficulty, having scouted the area through the sky and maped the safest route to get there. The clearing itself was full of scorch marks, splinteres woods and broken trees, a prove of their five week long hardwork. Summoning a halo of white light, Danny transformed into Phantom and flew up into the air. "Alright bud, today, let's work on the strength behind your Flamethrower. Get ready to fire at me, Houndour!" He ordered.

Houndour held nothing back, having learned long ago that his Trainer was far more durable than the majority of humans around and fired a great stream of fire from his mouth. ::Take this!:: He roared.

Danny opened his palm, letting a beam of cold cryokinetic power shot out of his outstretched hand and met the Fire type attack head on. The two polar opposite attacks struggled for dominance, pushing one another in a match of strength. Houndour's Flamethrower, having a type advantage, gained leverage and managed to hold the compressed Ice beam away from the black dog.

"Come on! Is this all ya got!?" Danny challenged.

In response, Houndour grunted and pushed more of his strength to the fire, turning it blazing crimson as opposed to the usual orange one. With a loud roar of effort, Houndour pushed through and melted the Ice beam completely. Without anything to hold it back, the great stream of crimson flames shot right to Danny who immediately turned himself intangible and let the fire pass harmlessly through him, annihilating a large group of trees in a blazing conflagration and forcing more than a few bug and flying type Pokemon to flee and relocate.

Danny took responsibility in the destruction his first Pokemon caused and shot an Ice beam towards the burning trees, putting out the fire in a matter of seconds. Hopefully, there were no Beedrills there or else he would have to run for the hills or risk the wrath of a swarm of unamused bees.

"Bag Bagon?" Danny turned behind, shocked to see Bagon has followed them to their secret training ground. ::What are you guys doing?::

"We're training." He answered. "Why are you following us? Aren't you going to the cliff today as well?" Yes, he learned his leason not to disturb or interrupt Bagon's suicide attempt or risk getting a Skull Bash the head.

Bagon merely huffed and turned his face away. ::Hmph! I was simply curious with the mysterious case of wildfire around here. Turns out, it was the matchstick who did it. Should've known..::

Houndour gritted his teeth and snapped at him ::What did ya say, Lizard?::

::You heard me Matchstick.:: Bagon retorted.

And so, the common daily arguement between Houndour and Bagon started again. Danny could only sigh exasperatedly as he watched the playful banter between the two Pokemon. They might not admit it directly, but he could see it through their eyes that they respected each other in a strange kind of way and held a strong rivalry with one another.

He was proven correct when Bagon stopped his and Houndours usual banter and approached him, making the black dog blink in surprise and raise a questioning eyebrow at him. Bagon looked up at him with a determined glint in his eyes. ::Please take me with you.:: He requested.

"Huh?" was the halfa's smartest reply. Sarcasm intended.

Bagon rolled his eyes at him. ::Take me with you and train me like you do Matchstick. I wanna be strong and gain my wings to fly in the sky.:: He said.

Danny looked at him, equally serious about the request presented to him. "Is that all the reason for you to go with me?" He asked.

Bagon shook his head and dropped his head a bit, his tiny hands shaking at his side. ::No.:: He denied. ::True, It was every Bagon's dream to turn into Salamence to gain their wings and fly, but that wasn't my only motivation. I.. I.. I wanna search for my parents. They were kidnapped by a group of bad humans several months ago. To find them and free them, I have to be strong! I have to turn into a salamence to save them! You're a strong human, trustworthy and capable of understanding Pokemon speech, you treat Pokemon kindly and.. and I don't think i could trust any other human now that I met you.::

Danny's face softened, trully feeling the plight of Bagon and his burden to free his family from the kidnappers' hands. His decision was made, how could he say no to someone with that kind of trouble? "Okay, then. I'll help train you and find your parents. Welcome to the team, Bagon." He held out hishand for the small dragon to shake, which he did enthusiastically.

::Thanks, Danny.:: He gratefully thanked him. ::..And, when I become a Salamence and gain my wings.. Let's fly together okay?::

"Sure." Danny grinned at him. "But don't cry when I beat you."

::Ha! You wish!:: Bagon boasted proudly. ::You'll eat my dust!::

All through this, Houndour just grinned to himself, having expected this to happen from the very first time he set eyes on Bagon after the cliff accident. After all, even in unconsciousness, Danny protected the both from the brunt of the fall. Something most human would never and could never do. Now after having his burden lessened , perhaps, Bagon would not be so silent and anti-social anymore.

Two weeks later, Departure day...

"Hey Danny. Excited for your journey?"

Danny turned from his packing to see Professor Rowan, someone that he had come to see as his surrogate grandpa, standing outside his bedroom, leaning slightly against the door watching him packing his bag with all the necessities for his Journey. His large bag was packed with several spare clothes, tent, flashlight, foods and water, a bike and a super rod from Rowan in case he wanted to find a water type.

"Yeah. Kinda like that." He admitted with a shrug. "Do you think I could find it? Palkia, I mean." He asked unsurely, stopping his packing to look at the old Professor.

"I would be lying if I said it would be easy and that you WILL find it. Many men has searched and failed to find the legendary Spatial Pokemon, so there was more than eighty percent for you to fail as well but hear this, follow your heart and the path it leads you. If you are lucky, perhaps, it will lead you to where Palkia resides in, and if not, at least you enjoy yourself." Rowan patted his shoulder and smiled his rare goofy smile at him. "Now, go out there and see the world, my surrogate grandson!" He declared proudly.

Danny grinned tearily at the old man and hugged him. "Thanks for all the goods you have given to me for this. Thanks for doing the paperwork for me. Thanks for teaching me. Thank you, Thank you Grandpa Rowan. If I do fail as you say, can I still come here?" He asked.

"Anytime boy. The door is always open for you." He smiled and returned the hug.

Danny picked up his bag and walked out of the room with Professor Rowan, pausing slightly to stare at his temporary bedroom before continuing down to the first floor where the Professor and Assitants stopped him to give him the final gifts. The Professor picked up a small box and presented it to Danny. The box was opened to reveal a black and white Pokedex. "Whoa.." He breathed out.

"That's your Pokedex. You do know what its used for right?" Danny nodded, the knowledge has been drilled to him countless times already. "Try it. We have upgraded it into its International state so it could recognize Pokemons from other region." He explained.

Danny pulled a standard Pokeball from his belt and threw it into the air where it released Houndoom in a flash of red light. Houndour have transformed just two days before and was now a proud and strong Houndoom. It is a quadrupped, canine Pokemon that is mainly black with a long orange snout and an orange underbelly. It has small, red eyes and a black nose. Around its neck is a white band with a small skull-shaped pendant on its throat. There are two white bands on each of its ankles, as well as three rib-like ridges on its back. Houndoom has a long, skinny tail with a triangular tip and three clawed toes on each paw. On top of its head is a pair of long, curved gray horns.

In short, he looked absolutely baddass.

Danny Pointed his new black and white colored Pokedex at Houndoom and turned it on. It beeped once before a robotic voice sounded. "Hello. I'm Dexter. I'm the Pokedex of Danny Fenton of Sinnoh. If I'm lost, I can not be replaced." The Pokedex said before it beeped once again and the image of Houndoom appeared on its screen. "Houndoom, the Dark Pokemon. The evolved form of Houndour. Houndoom's eerie howl is said to cause those who hear it to shudder in fear."It says.

Danny grinned from ear to ear, glad to see that the Pokedex worked and was about to thank the Professor for giving it to him when the Pokedex beeped once again. "This Houndoom is Lv. 25 with the Ability: Flash Fire. It knows the move Howl, Tackle, Leer, Ember, Flamethrower, Fire Fang, Bite, Crunch, Dig, Feint Attack, Headbut, Quick Attack, Inferno, Nasty Plot, Shadow Ball, Hyper Beam, and Iron Claw." It listed before finally falling silent.

The Professor and Assistants looked awed by the move set he had taught Houndoom to learn. "This one is going to be one hell of a fighter." Jeanne, one of the Assitants commented with a grin.

"One hell of a fighter indeed." He agreed and Houndoom preened at the praise given to him.

Next, the assistants gave him a pack of five regular Pokeballs, a Badge case for his Gym bagdes and Ribbon cases for in case he was interested in being a coordinator. Unlikely, but not entirely impossible. He put all these stuff into his bag and thanked all the assistant for everything they gave to him. Professor Rowan stepped up to him and presented to him his Trainer I.d, an Xtransceiver and a Map for him to use.

"Thanks everyone!" He said.

"You're welcome. We originally wanted to give you a starter Pokemon but we figured that it'll be unfair against others and you've got Houndoom and Bagon now, so.. Yeah, we hope you understand." The aged Professor explained.

"Crystal clear, Gramps!" Danny grinned and gave the old man a thumbs up, eliciting a round of light hearted laughter from everyone. "Uuh.. What's that Gramps?" He asked, pointing at the large covered thing the Assistants was carrying to him.

"This?" Professor Rowan grinned at him and pulled the cover down, revealing an incubatory tube with a large blue egg inside it. "This is an egg that my colleague from Unova sent me. I figured, You'll need it more than me. Take good care of this egg alright?" He handed Danny the large tube.

Danny was stunned for a moment before he smiled at them all. "Thanks. Seriously, this is all too much. You're pampering me, you know that?" He asked them, a joking smile on his face.

"Ha! As if! You're like our little junior, Danny. It's normal for anyone to pamper their little ones right?" One of the assitant, Luke, joked.

"I agree." Professor Rowan nodded before going serious once again. "Danny, be careful of a group known as Team Galactic. They are a notorious criminal organization here in Sinnoh that likes to kidnap, steal and hunt Pokemons, even the owned ones. Keep an eye out for them ad be safe." Rowan warned urgently and Danny found himself nodding tensely.

"I will." He said. "I'm off. I'm gonna give you all a call as soon as possible!" He promised before he dashed out of the house, Houndoom following right beside him and the cheerful goodbyes echoing behind him.

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