UPDATE: I recently redid this chapter and fixed up the writing style, which was large blocks of writing. I noticed one day looking at my Traffic Graph for this story that I got over 2,000 people that read this chapter, but the numbers decline after that. I hope that you readers out there liked it, and if not, please tell me why by review or PM. I'm considering rewriting this story, so it's good to have feedback. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokèmon. I do own all the funny parts in this story, and a chocolate bar. And if you sue me, that's all you'll get. And do you really want a melted KitKat?

Ash's POV

After my loss at the Lily of the Valley Conference to Tobias, I didn't know what to do. Brock had decided to become a Pokèmon Doctor, Dawn was going to Johto to try and win the Grand Festival there, and me, I had no idea. After calling Professor Oak, he suggested going to the region of Unova, but it seemed too soon for another journey. That was when Gary appeared on the screen.

"Why don't you collect the Kanto Badges again? Last time you got into the Top 16, but in Sinnoh, you got to the Top 4! You've had experience, now why don't you try to win?" he told me.

"Good idea. Thanks Gary." I replied.

"Anytime, Ashy-boy!" And the screen went black.

So after a long ferry ride to Kanto, I arrived in Vermillion City. "Remember this place, buddy? It's where you defeated that Raichu." I called out to my best friend and companion. "Pika Pikachu!" he cheered back as he jumped onto my shoulder. Or, at least he tried to, until he was grabbed by a mechanical arm, bringing back with it memories of elaborate mechas.

The arm was attached to a powerful piece of machinery, which was attached to a certain Meowth balloon. A woman hung out the side. Her hair was long, and it reached her waist, ending in a curl. She had magenta coloured hair and bright blue eyes. Next to her was a man. His green eyes matched his lavender coloured hair which was slightly long, with it almost reaching his shoulders. Both of them wore white shirts, the bottom was cut off to show a black shirt underneath, and while the woman wore a white skirt and knee high boots with heels, the man wore white pants and a shorter pair of boots.

In the middle of them was a tan coloured Pokémon, looking a lot like a cat, a gleaming object was on its forehead; a golden charm. There was an unmistakable red 'R' on the two people's shirts that showed their side obviously.

"Shall we say now?" the woman called out to her partners. They nodded. She grinned, then began.

"Prepare for trouble!"

"And make it double."

"We followed you from Sinnoh with revenge on our minds,"

"And we made sure this time we didn't fall behind."

"We finally took Pikachu from you,"

"And now we're heading to HQ."

"Jessie!"

"James!"

"Team Rocket winning for once is an impressive sight!"

"Surrender now, 'cause you'll lose this fight."

"Meowth, that's right!"

"WOBBUFETT!"

"Pikapi!" Pikachu cried from it's electricity-proof cage. "Pikachu!" I cried. Then I got mad. "Give Pikachu back right now!" I yelled. "Why do you always ask that? Do you think we would do that after catching it, especially since you always Thunderbolt us after?" Jessie called back to me. Instinctively, I reached for Staraptor, but suddenly realized that Professor Oak had my Pokémon. Quickly, I ran up and jumped as high as possible, but because a hot-air balloon is really high up, and this is a more realistic fanfic, not TV, I missed by at least 5 metres.

Crashing to the ground, I felt a rush of pain as my arm hit the ground wrong. Painfully, I lifted my head to see a small crowd of people around me, and the Team Rocket trio making faces as the balloon disappeared into the horizon. "Pikachu..." I groaned, before blacking out.

Third Person's POV

Even though she was a young Nurse Joy, she had taken care of many Pokèmon. From as small as an Eevee to as large as a Tyranitar, she had done it all. But when the Vermillion Joy had seen a red haired boy struggling to get an unconscious raven haired trainer in, for once in her life, she didn't know what to do. After carefully managing to put the trainer on the couch, the red haired teen came up to the front desk.

The boy looked exhausted, but still managed to look up at her and say the obvious thing she had wanted to avoid.

"He needs medical attention, Nurse Joy."

The rough look in his silver eyes startled the young woman. She stuttered out a reply.

"W-we deal in Pokèmon, not people!" She had never dealt with people before.

The boy slammed one hand on the desk. "There is no hospital for people nearby-"

But he was interrupted by someone pushing him by. The 'someone' was a man with dark, spiky brown hair and squinted eyes that seemed to open in their own mysterious way as he looked at Nurse Joy with reverence.

"Nurse Joy, your beauty will be forever indescribable, and just being in the room with you is like a dream come true-"

A frog popped out of the man's Pokèball, it's hand glowing purple. The man noticed that quickly. He seemed to get a frightened look in his eyes.

"Crogunk, can't you make an acceptation? I just got back to Kanto-"

The Poison Jab hit him in the back, and the man toppled over, crying out "So please wake me up!"

The frog was about to pull him away when the red haired teen stopped him. "Is he alright?" he asked Crogunk. The purple frog nodded. He also gave him a look that said this is my everyday life. All of a sudden, the brown haired man shot up.

"Hello, my name is Brock. I'm going to be studying to become a Pokèmon Doctor. Who are you?" he asked him.

"None of your business. I was only here to try and get Nurse Joy to take care of the trainer I brought in with an injured arm and some nasty scrapes. He needs medical attention, and I don't think that a Pokèmon Doctor or a human doctor treating him will make a big difference." the red haired boy replied sharply.

Brock looked concerned. "Where is he? I can help, I've treated human injuries before."

The teen with the silver eyes pointed towards the still unconscious form of Ash. Brock's eyes widened as he saw his former travelling companion. He had been watching him on the ferry, but they were separated once it docked in Vermillion.

"Ash?"

Ash's POV

My arm felt like someone had smashed by a hammer. "Ow... Where am I?" I groaned. I tried to sit up, and slowly managed to get in a vertical position.

"It would be better for you if you lied down. You'll recover faster." said an unknown voice. I turned to see a red haired teen, older than me.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I questioned.

"Call me... Silver. Right now, you're in the Vermillion City Pokèmon Centre. To be specific, their couch." he replied cooly.

I glanced around, taking note of the clean and orderly Pokèmon Centre. On a nearby counter there was a familiar first aid kit with some gauze and bandages sticking out. It was obvious that the box was rummaged through without thinking about keeping it tidy.

That's when I remembered the pain in my arm. The injured limb was delicately wrapped with stiff bandages to hold it in place.

"Did you do this?" I asked, dazed.

"No, a man came in. He was hitting on Nurse Joy, but his odd purple frog stopped him." Silver said with an uncaring voice.

"Brock?" I said quietly. Although he didn't say anything, Silver heard the name and memorized it.

"That's right, Ash."

The former breeder had come into the room and walked over to me in a few strides.

"Ash, what happened to you? You're carried into the Pokèmon Centre unconscious with a sprained arm? And where's Pikachu?" Brock asked, but I zoned out.

Pikachu.

Team Rocket has Pikachu.

And... Scene! Writing a TR motto based on the Kanto motto was fun. They must put a lot of work into that! Review, and tell me your thoughts.

Bye-Bye,

Ty8 ^_^