Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon
Ash's p.o.v.
I was pacing around trying to figure out a plan to get Misty back.
"Brock! We need equipment! I need a bazooka, STAT!" I panicked. Brock chuckled and tossed me a map.
"I have a map to Team Rocket Headquarters. I printed it off my pokedex+. Let's go. If we head iff now we'll get there before dark,"
"Ok," I said. Misty. That was all I couldn't think about. I needed to get her back.
Started walking and soon Brock broke the ssilence.
"This is where it is. Underground. A small panel somewhere. Oh! The rock!" He went over and typed in ssomething. The groung split ooen and formed a staircase leading downward. I sprinted down the stairs, losing all senses excpet for, find Misty.
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Misty's p.o.v.
I was running. I didn't know wnere to. Suddenly, I bumped into a raven haired kid.
"Misty!" The boy said hugging me. I jumped.
"W-who are y-you?" I squealed. The boy let back with tear filled eyes.
"You don't remember me?" He choked.
"No, I'm sorry. Am I supposed to?" I could sense that I knew this boy. I knew he was a friend, not an enemy. He didn't habe the same scowl marks the others did. I still didn't remember him.
"Misty. What have they don to you?" He asked.
"Who's done what to me? I'm the same Savanna I always was!" I smiled cheerfully. I hated seeing this boy up set! He seemed so sweet!
"No! You're not the same Savanna! Why? Because your name isn't Savanna, it's Misty! And these Team Rocket idiots gave you amnesia!" The boy cried. I rubbed his shoulder sweetly.