I can’t think of a title for this fic, oh well…

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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Plotbunny fic! What if pokemon really were from outer space?

Title: Shooting Star Dreams

Ah… Ash is 15, Lance and Claire are twins and they’re both 17, Claire’s younger…

Chapter 1

 

            Rattata, Pidgey, and Spearow.

            That was all that one ever saw on earth.

            Then, they came in their silver ships. They were known as the kindly ones. They brought new species, and the land flourished under their care…

            Yet…

            Soon, greed took root. Envy. Contempt. And the wanderers realized this, and left, and never returned.

            Slowly, the pokemon changed, adapted to earth, but they never forgot their real homes beyond the stars.

            And in their souls, anger at the injustice burned brightly.

            Come back…

            Come back for us…

 

            “Princess! Please! It’s dangerous!”

            Claire adjusted her dragonair-laced gloves and frowned at the speaker. “Mahogany, I will be perfectly safe. Lance is going with me.”

            The old advisor shook his head. “I know your brother is one of our best warriors, but why take the risk?”

            “You know why. It’s our duty to bring them home where they belong.” Claire said reasonably.

            “We cannot let them stay there, tainted. We will not forsake them.” A voice cut in, as Lance walked up to his sister.

            Silver metal glittered.

            “We’ll be just fine.” Claire reassured the old man. “Let’s begin.”

            Lance nodded, and they linked hands, auras flaring blue as the teleport sequence initiated.

            It was time.

            Do not worry.

            We are coming for you.

 

            Ash looked up at the sky… and nearly fainted when he saw two people falling out of it. The teenager gasped and released his Pidgeot, ordering her to catch them, but then saw it wasn’t necessary.

            Each one had released a dragonair, and they swooped down to land with flair on the ground.

 

            “Claire? Are you all right?”

            “I’m fine, you don’t need to fuss over me.” Claire said practically. “Now, to start… well, we can’t waste too much time here, better get to work right away. Plus Mahogany will worry again.”

            Lance nodded as he removed a silver flute from inside of, well, somewhere, and started playing.

            Claire took out her own instrument, a lyre, and strummed. * This will be so fun… it’s payback time… *

            A hypnotic song began to seep through the air. Red, blue, their hair was opposite colors and yet…

            Something clicked.

 

            Ash looked alarmed as the wild pokemon actually began to gather around the two musicians. “Hey! What are you doing?”

            Lance narrowed his eyes slightly, and Ash suddenly found his voice gone. Confused, he looked around, before finally realizing what had happened, even though he was not quite sure how it had happened.

            But it wasn’t bad until the pokemon actually started disappearing into thin air!

            Shocked, Ash ran forwards, and this time, hit a wall… literally an invisible wall, like light screen.

            Pidgeot looked worried. Ash, I think we should leave.

            Without waiting for a reply, she dragged him back to the safety of the house while the gathering outside went on.

            He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but at length he fell asleep while still keeping his eyes on them in case of danger.

            It was a bit too late for that.

 

            Ash was shocked when they vanished. “Pidgeot, what are they?” His voice had finally come back.

            Pidgeot sighed. Wanderers.

            “What?”

            I suppose you’d call them aliens.

            “Aliens?! They looked perfectly normal to me!”

            I am trying to explain.  The bird said with dignity. If you didn’t know, many years ago, there were only four or five species of pokemon here. However, the wanderers came and brought more… but with a catch.

            “A catch.”

            Yes. If the pokemon fell to darkness, the wanderers would take them home where they belonged.

            “So they have fallen? And that’s why those two are here now?”

            Pidgeot nodded.

            That is correct.

 

            “I’m so confused…” Ash sighed.

            Pokemon… they are sick of seeing humanity’s greed and evil and manipulation. They want to go home.

            So they’re calling, calling for the wanderers to take them home, and the wanderers are taking them home as we speak.

            “Then…”

            Well, you only have me, and trained pokemon have the choice to stay or go. I’m not from outer space, but….

            “I have Skarmory, he might stay…”

            You only have him and I. I think he will stay, but perhaps for me.

            Ash smiled. “I’m happy for you, Pidgeot.”

            Outside, the pokemon kept vanishing.

 

            But he couldn’t do anything to stop it? And it was not his choice or his fault that this was happening…

            Ash fixed himself some hot tea.

            Better safe than sorry out there.

            Why should he interfere? It wasn’t his problem.

            He ate another cookie and then began perusing the Scarlet Letter. A pearl of great price… wasn’t it fair play?

            If those two were Chillingworth, then the earth was Dimmesdale, and the pokemon were Hester, right?

            Right.

            Maybe he could use that for his essay… English was such an annoying class sometimes…

            It would have relevance to everyday life! Extra credit!
            Ash ran to his computer, and began typing. Three hours later, the essay was done, with Pidgeot and Skarmory’s help.

            They knew a lot. But then, birds were storytellers and lore-keepers.

            Skarmory said he’d stay, for Pidgeot, of course.

            What of the essay?

            He got an A.

 

End Chapter

Completed 6/4/04

Created 6/2/04