~If I Could Change The World~
Author’s Note
: Guess which baka author got the names of singers messed up?! ME!!! ^^;;;; Thanks for telling me, _misty_2000_and_beyond_!!!!!!! I’m pretty sure you’re right because I wouldn’t know. Sorry, Eric Clapton ^^;;;;;;; . (Hope I got his name right...LOL)Note 2: Thanks for not living up to my expectations!!! I guess all of the idiots have been weeded out! The fic is going on as planned!!! *hears cry of joy* ...But it only works out in the sequel. ^_^;;;; *hears cries of disbelief and annoyance* Yep, there’s a sequel. And the AAMRN is in it! *cries of joy resound* But you have to read this to get to it. *hears sighs* Don’t worry, this is where it gets interesting!
Chapter One: Team Rocket’s Mistake
Misty was already in the lobby of the Pokemon Center when Brock walked out, yawning and stretching.
“Man, that was some party, huh?” she said cheerfully, spooning sugar onto her cereal.
“Uh-huh.” Brock nodded, sitting down at the table.
“I hear you actually got Nurse Joy to go out with you,” Misty said, taking a bite of her cereal.
Brock sighed wistfully. “Nurse Joy...”
Misty’s mallet soon whacked Brock back to reality. “Oh, yeah, she is!!”
Her eyebrows went up. “Wow.”
“Ring ring ring, ring ring ring, phone call, phone call, ring ring--”
“Gah!!!” said Misty, grabbing the phone. “Why do they keep that annoying ring?!!!”
A woman in a business suit appeared on the screen. “Hello, is Ash Ketchum there?”
Misty paused. “Uh, I think he went to Indigo Plateau. Sorry.”
“This is Indigo Plateau,” said the woman.
Misty bit her lip nervously. “Well, I guess he must be here...If he’s not there...Would you hold for a second?”
“Um, yes...”
Misty looked at Brock. “Well...Maybe he overslept. Yeah! That has to be it!”
“I dunno...” said Brock.
“Well, you at least have to check! Go on, Brock, check!”
“Why won’t you?”
“Um...Because! I have to talk to this lady!”
“All right...” Brock walked down to Ash’s room and knocked. “Hey Ash! You’re late for your thing!” He waited. Nothing. “Ash, wake up, you sleepyhead!” He waited again.
“Hey, it’s Team Rocket!! They’re stealing Pikachu!” he tried. Still no answer.
“Ash, don’t make me come in there...” he warned. “Fine!! Have it your way!” He flung open the door.
He stared around the empty room in disbelief. “Uh, Misty?” he called. “I think we have a little problem...”
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Ash slowly opened his eyes. It didn’t make much difference, because it was pitch black anyway.
What in the...
“So. What have you three idiots brought to me this time?” he heard a deep male voice say. He’d heard it before, but couldn’t quite place it.
“Well, we gassed the room like you told us, but...” Ash recognized the voice as James’s.
“But what?” said the man.
“Uh, the Pikachu wasn’t in there, boss,” said Jessie.
“But we did get the twerp!” said James hopefully.
They must’ve put sleeping gas in the room! They thought Pikachu would be there! Suddenly, Ash was grateful for the fate that gave Pikachu that cold. At least he wasn’t there...
“You imbeciles!!!” roared the man. “Why didn’t you check?!”
“Well, the Pikachu is always with the twerp, I don’t know why it wasn’t!” whined Meowth.
“You fools have just gotten us into BIG trouble!!” roared the man. “Everyone’s going to be looking for this kid!! We’ll be lucky if they don’t find him!!!”
“We’re sorry!!” squeaked Team Rocket.
“Go to your quarters. I’ll find you a new assignment soon.”
“Yes sir!” There was a faint noise of footsteps.
“You two!” the man snapped. “Deliver this package to room 202.” He chuckled. “Those fools’ mistake might actually prove of some value to us...”
Ash suddenly had the feeling of being lifted. He’d recovered enough to tell that he was in a cardboard box. They’re carrying me somewhere, he realized.
He gasped as the box he was in was plopped unceremoniously to the floor.
“What is this?” a high reedy male voice asked.
“Something from the boss,” a gruff voice answered.
“Well, what is it?”
“How would I know? We’re just carrying the thing!”
“Well, I have it,” the first man said. “You can leave now.”
“Well, fine then,” the second man said testily. As footsteps receded down the hall, the man muttered, “Stupid scientists...A couple degrees and they think they’re God...”
“I heard that!” the first man called down the hall. “Well, let’s see what you are...”
He pulled the flaps open. Ash blinked furiously in the sudden light.
“Ah, a test subject!” said the man, who had brown hair and wore his lab coat over a Hawaiian shirt and slacks. “How nice!”
He grabbed a syringe and drew out Ash’s blood while Ash was still adjusting to the change in light.
The scientist tapped away at the computer keyboard. “Oh, this IS interesting...” He grabbed a syringe filled with amber fluid and jabbed Ash’s arm again. “You may just be the breakthrough we need!” As the world faded, Ash heard the scientist say, “Test subject 265, DNA sample 204, new DNA...I think we should use the one we’ve been saving...Dratini and Mew..........”
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