Gah…I was going to have this up in record time, and FFN just HAD to be screwy…then life got in the way. Oh well, better luck next time, I guess.

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With that over and done, let's rejoin Teresa and Greg, not long after the end of the last chapter…

Chapter 3: To the Pokemon League!...Fan Club

"Pikachu!" Teresa scolded. "I told you that you couldn't wander around far from me, and look what you do! Be happy that at least it was Greg and not some freshman!" She bonked the Electric Mouse Pokemon in the head.

"Kachu…" Greg chuckled. After he had revealed that he knew about Pikachu, he and Teresa had an impromptu meeting in the equipment room. They closed the doors and set Pikachu behind Greg's trombone case, so that if Jerry did come back from Tyler's video showing that he asked him to do earlier than expected, there would be some time for Pikachu to hide before being discovered again. In the meantime, they had exchanged information on what they knew; Greg on how he knew Pikachu, Teresa on how she met Pikachu.

"You can't blame him for being curious in a new environment," Greg stated. "He's used to traveling with his trainer and exploring all the new surroundings. Speaking of that, there's something that's bugging me."

"What?"

"We know that Pikachu was transferred from the Pokemon World to Terra Firma, our Earth. Since he came here, we know that it is possible to get back there. But how did he get here in the first place? What force, Pokemon, or like machine was able to get our Electric Mouse to change worlds?" He stared at Pikachu, who shrugged.

"Pi…pikachu-pi-pikachu-chu-ka."

"So you don't know either, huh…" Teresa sighed. Greg rubbed his temples.

"This is far too much for the two of us to have to do alone. We need a larger organization, something that we can split tasks into multiple divisions…" He stopped, thinking about what he said. Then he smiled. "Why didn't I think of it before?-!"

"Think of what?" Teresa asked.

"Don't you get it? We need help from a larger organization! You know how I'm head of a high school Pokemon club, correct? Well, if we can introduce Pikachu to the members of the club, we can get them to help us to find a way for Pikachu to return home!" Teresa wasn't so sure about this.

"But didn't you just say that it would be a bad idea if anyone else found out?" she asked. Greg raised a finger.

"I only said that for those who can't keep their traps shut. If we give time to watch the behavior of the members, we can pick and choose who gets what information. It's like LeBron James hitting free agency; there are so many candidates for our needs and services that we can make choices on our terms."

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out," Teresa sighed. "What do you think, Pikachu?" The Electric Mouse Pokemon nodded earnestly.

"Chu! Pika-pikachu!"

"That's two votes for a yes," Teresa declared.

"Great! I'll gust get my stuff, and we can head off. Oh, and also I'll tell Tyler that he can release Jerry." He didn't need to; the door opened at this time, and the lanky teen walked in. Pikachu quickly dove behind the trombone case.

"So what did Tyler have to show you?" Teresa asked. Jerry shook his head and sighed, a smile forming on his face.

"It had to do something with people who like, as he put it, anime henati porn." Greg facefaulted.

"Why must I always have to remind him that while all henati is anime, not all anime is henati?-! That's what I get for asking him a favor…"

"What did you say, Greg?"

"Eh, nothing. Anyway, Bridget needs Teresa's help in the store, so she wants her there pronto. I'm taking her over so that it's not a thirty minute walk for her." He grabbed his trombone case. "And I need to practice for my auditions." He walked out, taking the case with him. Teresa nearly panicked when the case was taken away, but Pikachu was nowhere to be found behind the case. She did see a familiar-looking tail drooping down near the name tag, which blocked most of the vision from Jerry's eyes.

"So I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow, then," Jerry said to Teresa, as he got his bags.

"Yup. I don't want Bridget to be stuck behind the counter for too long. Customers are sparse in the winter, but there are some pretty nasty spurts, especially if that snowstorm does come in two days."

"And you do the best job that you can serve them." Teresa smiled. Despite what Tyler does to him, Jerry was in very many ways similar to Greg: kind, caring, and supportive. She began to understand why Bridget labeled the two as a potential couple. "I'll see you tomorrow, Teresa."

"Okay, bye Jerry!" The two hugged, and the lanky teen left the closet. Teresa went out into the band room, where Greg and Pikachu were. The former was snapping a few photos of the Electric Mouse Pokemon in various poses using his phone.

"I wonder if I can pass these off for photoshop or another art program…" Teresa sweatdropped.

"I thought you were going to be a sportswriter, not an artist," she stated.

The meeting place for the club wasn't in the main school building; the club drew from many schools, and needed a more stable location of meeting. North of Teresa's house, on the same side of the lake, was a friend of Greg's. As the three got into Greg's brand new orange Subaru Outback, the senior explained to Teresa and Pikachu that this longtime friend didn't go to Paladin Central, but he was formerly into Pokemon, which is why he agreed to use his basement as a clubroom. The basement was huge, large enough to contain over one hundred members comfortably, which was good considering there were about fifty people in the club.

"It's a good thing that his parents agreed to it," Greg admitted, as they waited for a traffic light to change. "My house has a basement, but it's not furbished because it constantly floods. As well, he house isn't large enough to contain everyone without it." The light turned green, and they crossed Route 23, heading into the suburban section of town.

"So do you really think that your friends can help Pikachu out?" Teresa asked. She held Pikachu in her lap, as if it were a plush doll.

"Would I suggest it if I had any doubts?" he replied. "You know half of the officers in the club already, and the others are their friends and mind. Plus, they specialize in set places in the media, so that if there needs to be a big search, we can hit every area on the network in timely fashion. I certainly trust them more than the Axis Club." Teresa and Pikachu were confused.

"Axis Clubs?"

"Pi?"

"Right, I didn't tell you about the club network. The Pokemon high school clubs are divided up into informal regions that aren't tied down by school allegiances, much like Pokemon are divided by Kanto, Johto, and the like, yet appear in multiple locations. We're in the Northwest Greater New York region – Bergen, Passaic, Rockland, Essex, Union, Hudson, and Morris counties. Recently, these have been further subdivided into two major groups, Allied and Axis.

"We're part of the Allied group, based in Wayne, and thus are called the Pokemon Wayne Network. Up past the border of New York in Pearl River is the South Rockland Pokemon Girls. They're an all-girls group that specializes in the frillier side of Pokemon. Tiffany used to be a part of them, before she got disgusted with leadership and girliness." Teresa eye's brightened.

"You mean Tiffany's in this club as well?" she asked hopefully. Greg nodded, as they neared the large lake in the center of town.

"I told you that you'd know a few people," Greg chuckled. "Anyway, we then have the Meadowlands Aura Guardians based in Newark, formerly the Meadowlands Pokemon Association. They have a few girls, but they are mostly boys. They've done a lot of charity work in the inner city area, hosting tournaments to benefit charities and homeless centers. I actually won the last tournament in Cedar Grove."

"So those are the Allied Clubs. What about the Axis?" Greg slowed down to cross a speed bump.

"Yes," he said darkly, "those clubs. We have the Paterson Pokemon Club in Hackensack, the Hudson County Pokemon Association in Hoboken, and the head of the Axis powers, the Don Giovanni Guild of Mahwah. These co-ed clubs were originally like us, a friendly round-robin of Pokemon loving clubs, but in the past two years, leadership has changed. The clubs have become more militaristic, like big gangs for Pokemon 'lovers.' Their membership has dramatically increased, but they're being fueled by preteen convicts, jocks, and the sons and daughters of radical Occupy movement members. They've already overtaken clubs that used to exist in New City and Bayonne, before we were able to group together into factions; and have been linked to many crimes across the region." They turned up a very steep hill, the car engine straining furiously. "Pikachu, you must stay inside Teresa's bag at all times. We don't know if there's going to be a spy from the other clubs in the meeting tonight."

"Pi!" Teresa was beginning to have second thoughts. She had only wanted to find an answer to Pikachu's mysterious appearance, not an entrance into a gang war…or club war, in this case.

"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" she asked, concerned. "Is this even a safe idea?"

"No worries, Teresa," Greg assured her. "You've got me behind your back, as well as the rest of the club in case anything happens. I won't let anyone hurt you." Teresa smiled. This was how Greg had always been, caring, accommodating, and helping all of his friends. He was the exact opposite of the boys that she had always been dating, and if only his heart didn't long for another…. Teresa was glad that Greg was still driving; otherwise, the blush on her face might give him mixed signals. Pikachu had noticed, however.

"Kapika-pika?" Teresa simply pressed her pointer finger to her lips, signaling the Electric Mouse Pokemon that it was best that she not explain herself here.

Minutes later, they were outside of the friend's house. There were several cars parked on the street along with Greg's. The senior rang the doorbell, and within a few seconds, a built-up African-American teen answered the door. Slightly taller than Greg, he had black hair, and wore a blue CC Sabathia t-shirt, jeans, a green Yankees hat, and purple sneakers with yellow laces.

"Yo Greg!" The two boys went into a small bro hug.

"Hey Kyle! What's the status on the membership today?"

"I got word that Sean Biden and Orlando Mesa are both out sick today, and Joe Margucci got rear-ended in the Wendy's drive-through at the south of town, so he's doubtful." Kyle's eyes turned to Teresa. "Who's the girl? You're not a member here…and yet you look so familiar for some reason…"

"She's Teresa Fitzgerald, Bridget's kid. She's sitting in on our meeting under my supervision."

"O-Oh!" Kyle exclaimed. "I was wondering why you looked so familiar. Your photos are everywhere around her store." He shook her hand. "Name's Kyle Dotel, PWN's bouncer and host. A pleasure to meet you!" Teresa giggled at the club's acronym.

"PWN?" she repeated.

"Yup. This club brings complete PWNage to the Axis clubs." This lead to more giggles. "Hey, we weren't the ones who made that title, and we've never had enough votes to change it!"

"Because it's just too good an acronym to pass up," Greg said, smirking. "Kyle used to be part of our club until it interfered with his baseball training regimen. But he still allows us to use his house as a clubground, and has agreed to take over guard duties from Tom."

"Hey, I'm not letting those Axis groups to come in and take the fun away from what's a very fun pastime," Kyle said. "So, are you two ready to head down?" Greg pulled him aside.

"Can we actually leave Teresa's bag in the coat closet?" Kyle stared blankly at him.

"I never knew we collected bags at the door, Greg. What are you, a communist?"

"We don't; however, we have some top-secret information in that bag, and I don't mean that new thing Game Freak wanted us to test out. By the way, did the package for that come?"

"Yes. We have enough for all of the officers. But what could be more secret than those things?" Greg turned back to Teresa.

"He's my non-blood related kin, so he's not going to tell anyone about him. Is that okay?"

"I guess so." Teresa handed the bag over to him, who in turn showed its significant content to Kyle. He went wide-eyed, before calming down.

"I see why this would be an issue if everyone knew. But how -?"

"That's why they're here. We're going to discuss it after the main meeting with the officers, but we can't bring him downstairs, unless we risk discovery from an Axis spy."

"Spy?" Teresa repeated. "It's that bad?"

"You don't know the half of it," Kyle sighed. "You should see what they say about us at their meetings. Anyway, you can use the closet here." Greg handed the bag over to him, and he put it into the bottom of the closet, behind a laundry basket. He then shut the door.

"Under no circumstances should you let anyone except myself," Greg ordered. "If anyone asks, we're guarding Toto while he packs for Kansas."

"Got it. Keep me apprised on the meeting." Greg turned to Teresa, who nodded.

"Lead the way." Greg led her down a few hallways, and into a basement stairwell. The part of the basement where they first entered was furbished with carpeting and woodwork. Turning a few corners, however, was an unfinished expanse that ran for about sixty feet in front, and thirty feet across. In this space was the clubroom for Pokemon Wayne Network. About forty-plus people were busy battling, trading, or chatting about Pokemon games, Pokemon cards, Pokemon anime, and anything else that had to do with Pokemon. A large flat screen TV was on the side of the room, playing a Pokemon episode from the original series. A triplet of folding tables were set up in the back of the room, with folding chairs set up behind them. On the wall above the table were four items: the American flag and the Japanese flag bracketing the crucifix of Jesus Christ, and the logo for PWN underneath the cross. It looked like a coat of arms, with a red and yellow checkered four-panel background. Clockwise from the top-left box, they contained the letter P, the letter W, the letter N, and an orange N halfway inside of a black J, similar to the logo for New Jersey Transit.

Teresa was impressed by this setup. "Nice mancave you guys have here."

"We tend to call it a Pokecave." Greg walked over to a battle that was in process between two people that were very recognizable. One was a girl in her grade that was a few inches shorter than her. She had light blue eyes and wavy black shoulder-length hair that was tied up into a ponytail, and had a grey cloth headband. The other was a boy with short light brown hair and brown eyes. He seemed to be in a bind, with only one Pokemon left…and it was promptly knocked out, ending the battle.

"Gah! Kate!" Several "Ohs!" and "Has!" came from the small crowd around the group. Kate fistpumped the air.

"Hah!" she cheered in a bubbly voice. "Take that, Peter!"

"I-It's not fair!" Peter groaned. "You used two Zekroms in the battle!"

"Actually, that second one was a Zoarak-!"

"I thought you weren't supposed to use the higher legendaries in battles?-!"

"We're not a league-sanctioned tournament, Petey," Greg stated, making his presence known. "You didn't state any conditions as far as I can tell, so you snooze, you lose."

"Greg!" one of the teens exclaimed. Peter's mouth gaped.

"B-But-?-!"

"Your reality is rejected and subsisted with Greg's!" a tall, curly-black-haired teen laughed. He was of Hispanic descent, and wore a red sweatshirt over his uniform that read "Virizion Wireless" with the picture of a Virizion saying, "Can you hear me now?"

"Gah…" Another Hispanic, this time a very short girl with a shoulder-length ponytail, chocolate-brown eyes, slightly lighter skin than the previously mentioned boy, and a rather large chest proportionate for her size, was the first to notice Teresa. She quickly went over to hug her band friend.

"Hey Tiffany," Teresa greeted.

"What are you doing here, Teresa?" she asked. "I know you have Pokemon at home, but didn't you stop playing it?"

"There's some…special…circumstances I'd like the executive board to discuss with afterwards. Are they all here?"

"All present!" a not-as-short girl with short black hair answered. She had misty blue eyes under frameless glasses, and wore a black zipper sweatshirt. She was chunky, but not the obese-and-grossly-overweight chunky, but the cute-like-a-koala chunky. Next to her was a slightly shorter boy with short curly black hair, brown eyes behind a set of black-framed glasses, and a black fleece with the Paladin Central crest on the front.

Ah, Gina, Christian! Didn't see you back there! Well, I guess now we can get this meeting started. It's almost three o'clock." Teresa pulled Greg aside.

"I know that we can trust Tiffany, but I'm not sure about the others, especially Peter and Kate. What's preventing them from telling the media or a parent?"

"The fact that the last two are merely apprentices, and not actually rank-holding members," Greg told her. "We do let sophomores succeed into a position, but they at least have to be a junior to be an executive in our club." Which led to Teresa's next question.

"So who does what?"

"Well, Christian's our treasurer; Tiffany is our secretary thanks to her quick notes; Tom's a crazy whiz for handling the club's public relations; Gina's the best vice-president we've had in a number of years; and that leaves yours truly is the President. Between all of us is the lifeblood of the allied movement in the region. But I digress; we've got to get this meeting started." He began to walk towards the table. The others in the group surrounding Teresa walked over as well, leaving Teresa all alone. Greg noticed this, and brought up another folding chair. "Over here. You get to sit with the big boys on your first meeting."

"But I'm not part of this club or anything…"

"Visitor, member, same difference." Teresa went over and sat down next to Greg. From left to right, the seating was Tom, an apprentice, Christian, Peter, Gina, another apprentice, Greg, Teresa, Tiffany, and Kate. The seats of the apprentices were set back, in order to leave the table

"Alright, we bring this meeting to order…" Greg's words were unheeded. The noise in the basement was so loud that they were simply not heard, and everyone continued what they were doing without taking any notice. "Attention!" One or two people stopped and turned towards the table, but there was no movement en masse.

"Here." Without his asking, Gina gave Greg an air horn. A few members covered their ears, as Greg pointed the horn at the boisterous crowd before him.

!HOONNNN!-! Everyone cringed in pain and/or covered their ears, as the room finally fell silent. Their attention captured, the members hastily took seats on the floor or in chairs. Tiffany giggled at the scene of moaning and groaning members, as the last one fell silent.

"Okay," Greg stated once everyone was ready and at attention. "I call today's meeting of the Pokemon Wayne Network into session!"

Meanwhile, in the upstairs closet, Pikachu stared out into the inky darkness of the closet, the only visible light coming from the cracks in the closet door.

"Chuuu…?"

For Your Information…

Pokemon Wayne Network shares the same initials and slogans as Pokemon Writers Network.

A phone company gag is in plain sight.

If you haven't noticed by now, Pikachu's always getting the last word in every chapter. We'll see how long that lasts.

So next chapter, we delve into the operations of the high-school level Pokemon fanclubs. What mysteries could be solved and discovered? What was the "Package" that Kyle said had arrived? And will Pikachu once again be bored out of his mind? All that and more next time, so review, check my other stories, check the forums…what else…oh yeah, stay tuned! Ja ne!