Hello, hello, hello! First things first: Pokémon isn't mine. OCs are.

However, you can use a select few of them if you ask nicely first. Ask and I'll tell you which ones.

Well! I've been on the site less than a month (I think) and both my stories have a favorite and a comment each! So… yeah, I'm happy. Giddy, even.

Without further ado:

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(Ash's POV)

"All right! You're Pikachu is perfectly healthy."

"Thanks, Nurse Joy."

Nurse Joy had an Audino bring the Pikachu out on a trolley. He looked alert, but at least he wasn't gibbering like a maniac. He jumped down in front of me and started stretching.

"Hey, when did you get an Audino, Nurse Joy?"

"Oh, it's on loan from my cousin in Unova."

"Unova? Really?"

I left them to their conversation. Boooooring! I walked over to the Pikachu.

"You feeling better?" I asked.

"Oh, quite decidedly so, yes," he said. "I hadn't slept in days! That tranquilizer they had to use really did the trick."

I sweatdrop. "Tranquilizer?"

"Calmed me down some, too. Sorry about that whole display earlier. I had a slight case of crazy, but I'm fine now."

"Uh-"

"Okay, Ash!" Peter crouched down and looked at the other Pikachu. "And how are you, little guy?"

"Stuff it," he said.

Peter frowned. Like I said, he couldn't understand Pokéspeak, but after a few years with me, he could usually get the gist of it when a Pikachu talks.

He turned to me. "I get the feeling I was insulted." He looked at the mouse. "What's your name?"

The Pikachu gave him a look that said "you've got to be kidding me." He jumped to the desk and grabbed a pen and paper. He scribbled on it, then handed it back to my Trainer.

"Matthew?" Peter read?

Matthew? What kind of name is that for a Pikachu?

"A darn good one if you ask me," Matthew growled.

I jumped. "Did you just-"

"Yes."

"How-"

"Not important."

"What do you mean-"

"Not," he said slowly, "Important."

I stared at him. He was… strange.

"Yes, and I'm proud of it."

"Will you quit doing that?" I snap.

"Sure. All you have to do I ask." He smiled.

Peter had been following this exchange with a look of polite incomprehension on his face. When we stopped, he said, "So Matt, do you-AAH!"

Matthew shocked him.

Peter coughed. "Okay. So I can't call you Matt, huh?"

"Pika."

"Right." He started again. "Do you have a Trainer?"

Matthew shook his head. He jumped on Peter's shoulder and pointed to the door. "Mush!"

Peter sweatdropped. "Would you like to come with us?"

Matthew grinned.

I hopped up on the other shoulder and grimaced. This couldn't possibly end well.

"You got that right. Why do you think I'm here?"

I was going to get angry, but then what he said caught up with my ears. "What?"

He didn't say anything.

(Blaze's POV)

"My name is Wildfire. Blaze Wildfire. I am the top field agent of an interdimensional agency that I will speak no more of, beyond telling you that I am a part of it."

"What do you mean?"

"About what?"

"The… agency thing."

I allowed myself a small smile. "I haven't any idea what you mean."

Miss Coral looked at me in confusion, but Misty wasn't done with me, it seems.

"Oh no you don't! You can't just dangle something like that in front of us and not explain yourself. Talk!"

I glance down at her. "Type advantage means nothing, long-ears."

"What did you-"

"Calm down, Misty," Miss Coral said gently.

"Yes, we don't want you blowing a gasket."

I woke up several minutes later with a splitting headache. That girl has issues.

(? POV)

Ah, it's about time the story cycled around to me.

I sat in my study observing the monitors. On one, a small mouse in a green tunic was sword fighting with a fox in pirate garb. A corsair, I believe.

Another screen had a young, pale man in Ireland trying to avoid any conversation involving fairies. He was not in a particularly strong state of mind at the moment, but he was doing better.

Yet another was occupied with detailing the antics of a blue hedgehog. The camera was having trouble keeping up with him.

This is what I do. I work for the Guardian of Reality, watching the screens (there are hundreds) and keeping careful eye on them, so that I may alert the Guardian himself if anything spirals out of control.

I am also to guide our field agents in their missions.

"Blaze, do not tell her anything. Blaze?"

Great. Teenagers. They only put down the phone when you want them to use it.

I am the only one who can do this job. With an I.Q. of at least 15,000, I'm a genius even by the standards of my species.

Incidentally, my species is Alakazam.

My neck hurts. What with all the activity we've had recently, I hadn't had time to use the gym. Now my muscles were beginning to get soft.

I sighed. Ah, well.

One of the monitors blinked. I teleported over. Circuit was hailing me.

I pressed a button, and Circuit's voice began pouring from the speakers.

"Presto, this is the General, do you copy?"

"Yes, Circuit."

"Warp's made contact."

"Excellent."

"Not really. The local time-space was so unstable he had a breakdown."

Not good. "This is an unfortunate but not unforeseen circumstance."

"What should I do?"

"You don't know?"

"Presto, I know I call myself a soldier, but what I mean when I say that is warrior. I don't usually bother with espionage, I just knock down walls 'til I find what I'm lookin' for."

"Ugh. You may reveal yourself if you wish. Just try to be-"

*Click*

"-subtle. Lovely."

I sighed. I really should get paid for this.

(Ash's POV)

"So… where are you from?"

"Atlanta."

"Never heard of that place. Is it far?"

"You have no idea."

I was trying to find out as much as I could about this guy, but he wasn't making it easy.

Peter stopped. We were at the gym, but that wasn't why we stopped. There was a very, very tall, very broad Electivire in an army jacket and a green hat standing in front of the doors. Looking at us.

Matthew perked up. "Circuit?"

The Electivire grinned. "Aye. How ya doin' Warp?"

"You know him?"

Peter was occupied by other things, however. "You can talk?"

"Yup!" Circuit extended a hand, which Peter took. "Guildmaster of the Electivire Guild, hero of the Great War, trainer of the Guardian (now retired), and master explorer, apprenticed under the Great Lucario hisself. The immortal General Circuit, at your service."

Circuit let go of Peter's arm, which kept moving for a few seconds.

The Electivire plucked me from Peter's shoulder and held me, by the scruff of my neck, in front of his face.

"Hey, what are you-"

Matthew held his lips shut.

Circuit squinted at me. "What's yer name, son?"

"A-Ash, sir." Hey, he was scary.

"Just Ash?"

"Yes."

"Huh. And you, young man?"

Matthew jumped from Pika's shoulder to Circuit's head. "Peter, sir?"

"Peter?"

"Yes, sir?"

"By Arceus… Peter what?"

"Peter Ketchum."

Circuit dropped me and nodded. "Figures."

I was confused. "What do you-"

I was cut off by an explosion from inside the Gym.

"What was that?" Peter shouted.

Circuit groaned. "Sounded like the plot to me. C'mon, let's check it out."

He ran into the Gym, and we were too confused to argue.

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