Meanwhile, Jamie decided to wait for Pipian's
recovery in the lobby.
Fortunately, this gave her some time to think about the events
that had occured
up to this point.
It had been a long time since she had made that
life-altering decision to
leave Team Rocket, to abandon a life of reasonable comfort to
leap into the
unknown. Through the experience, she had discovered new powers,
captured new
Pokémon, earned some badges, and rejected them.
And somewhere in there, she got wrapped up in the
affairs of the Anti-Mewtwo
Crew.
Mewtwo was no longer involved. Now, she had a very
important decision to
make: would she stick around or leave?
"One things for sure," she said to
herself, "I'm gonna have to find some
some reason to stay..."
When the guy sitting in a chair across from her
started to stare, Jamie
decided to think to herself from now on.
Well, whether or not she had a grudge against any
omnipotent cats, they were
out of the picture. Scratch Mewtwo.
She wasn't going for badges or the Pokémon League,
which seemed to work best
with groups anyway. So forget about that.
What would that leave? With Mewtwo gone, and badges
out of the question, why
else would she stay? There didn't seem to be any other reason...
Then again, if there wasn't any reason to stay, why
was she putting so much
thought into it? Something was nibbling at the back of her mind,
something she
hadn't thought of yet.
What had led her to these people whom she otherwise
would've probably never
met? Jamie thought back to when she discovered her powers. She
had gone to
Saffron to see Sabrina, just to make sense of things. While in
the presence of
other psychics, she had blacked out and had the first of her many
psychic
visions. Then she got Drowzee, and...
She backtracked a bit. In the vision, what happened?
Jamie was in the Safari
Zone, watching a battle. The Spearow attacked a Pikachu, and...
that's it!
"Tiki!"
The guy across from her got up and left, staring at
her like she was crazy
or something. Of course, her frequently yelling out random words
didn't really
help the situation.
At that, Tiki ran into the lobby. "What is
it?"
"Uh... um... how are things?"
Tiki stared at her, not unlike the man from the
lobby. "Some humor you've
got there, Jamie. If you've got any real emergencies, I'll be
outside. If we're
lucky, maybe more of TAC will show up." At that, he walked
back through the
double doors.
Once he left, Jamie sighed. "Just great."
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TBC
Continued by: Syke6888 L
outside of Cerulean, John and Ariel had finally
returned from the power
plant, both looking ragged.
"Aggh, Ariel. Zapdos, Electabuzzes, Pikachus, Thundershocks,
and no sign
of any member of TAC." The two entered the town and suddenly
a familiar
scent reached Ariel's nose. "Vapor vaporeon." John got
the message, then
immediately yelled, "Tiki? Jamie? Where?" Ariel broke
out into a run,
and soon they saw Tiki waiting at the entrance to the hospital.
"Tiki!
Hey Tiki!" Hearing his name, the boy started looking in
John's
direction.
"Hey John! Where have you been! I expected you to be with
the group."
John caught up to Tiki and began to fill him in on everything
that
happened, from getting his @$$ kicked by the Black Fog, meeting
Mimic,
Seth and Aerie, taking part in the Big P Pokémon challenge, to
playing
UPS deliveryman and bringing a package to Ash. Tiki was surprised
at
everything, most notably meeting Mimic. "You mean all we had
to do to
find the Ditto was let a Haunter kick your butt into next week?
geez,
talk about ironic." John sweatdropped.
"Very funny, Tiki. It is to laugh. Anyways, fill me in on
everything
that happened to you guys." The two entered the hospital.
Continued by: Thatguyty
Score's eyes cracked open to a bright ray of
sunlight burning
his retina. He had a horrible taste in his mouth and he had a
terrible
headache. He tilted his head and noticed his back pack. He sat up
and
stared at his clothes. His favorite "Orgy" t-shirt was
ripped and
stained. His white cargo shorts were now a dark brown. Stumbling
to his
feet, he took a quick look at his surroundings. Tall trees,
rolling
hills, and a rolling river.
"What in the name of Goddish all mighty is going on
here!?"
yelled Score. He lifted a dirty hand and reached deep into his
pocket.
All four of his pokeballs were just where he had left em. He ran
his
free hands threw his hair and cursed under his breath.
"Spanky!" said Score, releasing the Pidgeotto from his
ball,
"Can you see anything?" Spanky squaked flew high in the
air. He flapped
down to a low tree branch and pointed his wing toward the north.
After a few minutes of stumbling blindly and hitting his head
on four seperate occasions, he tripped over a rock and fell face
first
onto a hard path. He saw a sign that read, "Misty's Gym,
this a way".
Score realized he was probably outside of Cerulean.
20 minutes later, and $74 cents from pedestrians thinking he
was a bum, Score arrived outside a hospital, and noticed the
slash on
his leg. It looked pretty infected. "May as well stop,"
he said. Upon
entry, he noticed a guy and a girl he recognized from a long time
ago.
"Hooooly crap..." he whispered under his breath. He
walked up to greet
the pair.