Alright, not sure what I'm getting myself into writing this since I feel like no one will read this since it focuses on the BB Brigade (technically the Commanders specifically), buuuuut I'm gonna roll with it just because I really want to write this.

Basically, this is a roleswap AU, meaning that the Patrol Team and the BB Brigade Commanders will be switching roles. So the Patrol Team will consist of the BBB Commanders, and the BB Brigade will consist of the Patrol Team members. Got it? Hope you do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fossil Fighters, but I partially own this idea. ShayminMarx has claims on the rest of the idea since they posted stuff about it first on tumblr, but I kinda went crazy with developing stuff for it. So yeah.

Blue eyes begrudgingly bore into the back of a green head as the two hiked up the side of a mountain. The older, blue eyed teen was around fourteen with short, messy black hair. He was dressed mostly in a white coat with black flames around the edges, black and white skinny jeans, and tall lace-up boots. Red glasses with yellow-tinted lenses framed his less-than-pleased blue eyes.

His smaller, younger companion of about twelve had green hair spiked up on his head with a patterned strip of fabric pulling it back out his bright hazel eyes. He was dressed in a navy blue jacket with no sleeves and large, brown work gloves over his hands. A belt with a golden dinosaur skull was around his waist holding up a pair of worn jeans. Black and brown riding boots with spurs adorning them covered his feet.

"Ryne, how much longer until we get there? My boots are filthy…" Cole, the older of the two, whined as he stopped for a moment to scrape his footwear off on a patch of grass. He looked up a moment later to see the bright-eyed boy dash back from wherever he had wandered off to, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, as always, while a big grin stretched across his face

"Suck it up, you big baby," Ryne teased, his hands on his hips, "We're almost there. I just looked off the edge of that huge drop off, great view by the way, and there were nothing but trees for miles. So basically we've just got another ten minutes or so."

An exasperated groan came in response to the statement. Cole trudged up behind the boy, fingers gingerly plucking spiny briars from the coattails of his elongated jacket. Glancing over himself quickly, the gaudily dressed male removed several leaves from the chain hanging on the spiked choker on his neck, some burrs from his messy hair, and a twig wedged underneath one of his fingerless gloves.

Ryne patted him on the back, a smirk on his face. In comparison to his rather bedraggled companion, the green haired boy only had scuffs of dirt on his boots. And he definitely had more energy.

"Ah, come on! You can make it!"

A sharp blue glare was shot in his direction before Cole continued along the barely visible path ahead of them. Ryne sniggered and jogged after him, taking the lead once more. Ferns were jostled, moss was kicked up, and branches were snapped as the exuberant preteen charged up the hill, leaving his sluggish friend far behind.

Sure enough, about ten minutes passed and Ryne erupted into a clearing. He was bouncing up and down, hazel eyes staring at the place he emerged from. Eventually Cole shuffled out of the undergrowth, his hands brushing off assorted pieces of plant life.

"Why the heck did I come up here with you?" the black haired teen muttered as he closed the remaining distance between him and Ryne, "My clothes are getting wrecked, I'm gonna have to shower for weeks to get all the crud out of my hair, not to mention my poor boots…"

The green haired male laughed at this, getting yet another sour look. "You're such a wimp! We came up here to find Vivosaurs, remember?"

For just a brief moment, Cole considered beating Ryne senseless. They had climbed up a filthy, disgusting mountain for three hours to get Vivosaurs, when both of them knew he was getting one for his birthday. In two days. But the fact that he had willingly agreed to go with Ryne immediately shut down that plan. Well, that and blood was very hard to get out of white clothing. But it was mostly the former.

So, instead of yelling or pushing him over, Cole sighed and adjusted his glasses. "Yeah, whatever…"

Shock flashed over hazel orbs. "DID YOU FORGET WHAT A VIVOSAUR IS?!"

"No!"

"THEN WHY AREN'T YOU EXCITED?!"

"Because I just walked up the side of a mountain! I'm tired and dirty and-"

"GET EXCITED ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN SALES ON SKINNY JEANS FOR ONCE!"

Brown, dirt smeared gloves wrapped around clean, white sleeves as Ryne shook Cole a few times. Eyes glanced down to where the items clenched fabric, then met for a brief second. The preteen tittered as he loosened up his grip and removed his hands from the premises. Cole brushed off the now-stained fabric to the best of his ability, mumbling a few unpleasant words under his breath.

"Anything else of mine you wanna wreck while we're up here?" Cole stated flatly, arms crossing and eyes narrowing. Ryne opened his mouth to shoot back a sarcastic reply, but was interrupted by the sound of snapping wood and rustling branches. Heads swiveled towards the sound as trees shook, creaked, and collapsed before their eyes. "…Well crud."

Ryne beamed as he dashed over to the spot where whatever was decimating the forest would emerge from. His eyes were huge and filled with excitement, and his body was practically shaking from anticipation. His older friend was frozen in place, eyes wide but focused on the area Ryne was staring down.

An elongated red body with a white underside emerged from the forest, its amber eyes burning hungrily as it glanced over the two boys. Black stripes were scattered over its body, and it stood at about twice Ryne's height. Said boy appeared to be gawking at the creature, his eyes shining.

Before the large reptile could lunge at Ryne, who was frozen in place, Cole rushed forward, grabbed his friend's wrist, and took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the beast. A booming roar resonated behind them as Cole dragged the still-gaping boy behind him.

"Hey, what're you doing?!" Ryne protested as his legs began to move. Despite his obvious dislike of their fleeing, he stayed next to Cole.

"I'm not dying!"

"But I want a Vivosaur!"

"I think that S-Raptor wants you, too! Just not as a Fighter!"

Dark claws dug into earth as massive legs propelled the 23 foot long S-Raptor after the duo. Its large maw filled with long teeth snapped forward, missing Cole by a couple of inches. The teen squeaked and sped up, though it was rather hard to do. It is, after all, difficult to run in skinny jeans.

Ryne picked up his own pace so that he was next to Cole again. The massive theropod seemed to have slowed its strides, so the pair lost sight of it quickly. However, the beast had noticed something the boys had failed to; the cliff up ahead.

Boot heels dug into the ground as the two skidded to a stop, eyes wide as they turned around to see the S-Raptor calmly stomping towards them. Its mouth had curved up into a wicked grin, eyes reflecting the fiery attacks this creature was capable of. Seeing that its prey was properly cornered, the Vivosaur tensed up, aiming its first bite carefully.

A sharp trill followed by a gust of wind buffeted the S-Raptor and sent it staggering backwards, momentarily disoriented. As Cole and Ryne tried to keep their balance while the wind tugged at them, a familiar voice yelled through the roaring currents, "Ya'll better hop on!"

Of course, the harsh winds stung the eyes, and made it nearly impossible to see whoever had shouted to them. However, as Cole squinted and made out a yellow blob, he could make a pretty good guess at who it was. Grabbing ahold of Ryne once again, the teen ran and jumped off the ledge, hoping that a furry reptile would swoop down and catch them.

Another trill and a holler confirmed his guess, and a solid, warm body was soon beneath him. Allowing his eyes to opening, Cole took in his surroundings. The furry body of a powerful Ptera suspended him in the air, each maneuver it made sending jerks through its muscles which caused Cole to cringe awkwardly each time he felt one. Seated in front of him was a man dressed mainly in brown and black, a cowboy hat with horns seated atop his brunet hair.

Leaning over slightly, Cole smirked as he saw his green haired friend dangling from the powerful creature's beak. Granted, Ryne was probably having the time of his life, but at least he wasn't taking up space atop the Ptera's back

The man in front of him, probably in his twenties, turned towards him and grinned, relieved to find his Vivosaur had safely caught the teen. Cole waved, not sure what to say at this point.

"Are you folks alright?" he inquired, then faced forward again to steer his large Vivosaur.

The yellow creature elegantly lighted to the ground, its wings folding inwards at the last second as to let its feet sink into solid earth. Gently lowering its head, the Ptera placed Ryne on the ground. Legs crouched afterwards, allowing its two passengers to slide off. With a happy trill, the blue eyed beast nuzzled against its Fighter, glad to see it had done a good job.

"Hey, Joe," Cole began awkwardly, glancing up at the young man. Perplexed, the brown clad Fossil Fighters raised an eye.

"Er, howdy to you, too. But, uh, how'd ya know my handle, kid?" the man asked, a bit surprised at the boy's outright informality. Cole never got to responding, though, as an excited Ryne shoved him to the side, eyes wide and energetic.

"YOU'RE JOE FREAKING WILDWEST! HOW WOULD WE NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE!?" he squealed, jumping up and down as he yelled. Joe smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed at the attention.

"Well, I s'pose that's true, but-"

Before Joe could finish his thought, Ryne shot over to where the brightly colored Ptera sat, its dark blue eyes watching him with great interest. "And this is your Ptera, Jesse! She's even cooler in person!"

As the green haired boy continued to geek over the large Pterosaur, Cole moved back to his spot next to Joe. His friend seemed to be preoccupied, so it appeared to be most productive to make small chat with the older male.

"Is he usually this… rowdy?" the brunet asked, a bit stunned. Cole snickered, hands sliding into the pockets of his dirtied white coat.

"Pretty much. You get used to it, though." His gaze flashed to Joe for a moment. "And to answer your question from earlier, I hear about you from my dad a lot."

"Yer pa?"

"Yeah. His name's Roth. Got the weird turquoise hair and out-of-style hoodie."

"Oh! Ya mean-"

GROOOOOAAAAAHHRRRR!

The short conversation was cut off as a deafening roar blasted through the air. The sleek body of the S-Raptor from before flashed along like a huge tiger. Just watching it charge made it clear how enraged the brute was.

"That lil' bugger is madder'n a sack full'a hornets!" Joe exclaimed, a bit nervous as he took note of how much energy it had. Jesse wasn't the largest Ptera in the world, and three people greatly exceeded her own weight. She was probably too tired to engage in a Fossil Battle, albeit with a weaker one like an S-Raptor.

"W-what's that mean for us?" Cole whimpered, legs shaking a little bit. While his friend appeared to be eager to see the approaching streak of red and black, the only thing the teen could think of was how tired the flying reptile behind him could be.

"It means we gotta subdue the critter in a Fossil Battle!" the cowboy replied, reaching into the large pockets of his elongated coat and removing a single golden circle trimmed with blue and white. He turned around to face the two boys, one of which looked psyched beyond belief, the other slightly pale and quaking.

"Ooh! Ooh! Pick me!" Ryne shouted, his eyes locked on the Dino Medal that Joe had retrieved. Instead of flicking the item to the hyper preteen, the young man sent it over to Cole, who caught it in shaky hands.

"Sorry, small fries-" tittering escaped Joe's lips, leaving Cole glowering at him "-but if Roth's his pa, then that Medal is his. Some sorta birthday present. I was s'posed to drop it off when I passed through here."

"Aww…"

The greyscale clad teen sighed and sluggishly shuffled forward, blue eyes clouded with worry. As much as he had wanted a Vivosaur for his birthday, fighting a killer S-Raptor was really not worth getting it early. Said reptile was almost to them, its heavy steps shaking the ground.

Uncurling his fingers from the metal object, Cole examined it quickly to find the shape of a Pliosaur curled comfortably on its surface. The item was cool to the touch, and the Vivosaur's image calming to look at. It was quite… pleasant.

"Well, might as well get this over with."

Tossing the Medal lightly into the air, all eyes watched as in a burst of light a slithering creature floated to the ground. Hovering with swan-like elegance was a sea blue creature speckled with incredibly light blue dots over its top. Its underside was a pure white, the only break in it allowing a navy blue ring edged in gold to encircle its neck. Fins stretched out from its slightly pudgy body like wings, and golden patterns etched across them enhanced this look.

An excited trill escaped the Medium sized piscivore as it energetically darted in front of the S-Raptor, forcing the bulky creature to slide to a stop. It seemed to recognize that it was to partake in combat, and the two began circling each other cautiously.

Golden eyes flicked back to Cole, a smile twitching on the aquatic Vivosaur's maw. "Hey, buddy! Nice to meetcha! I'm your Plesio!" A cheery voice sang, penetrating the teen's mind and making him flinch.

"Alright-y then. Kinda forgot Vivosaurs can do this…"

"Good. I like freaking people out." Trilling giggles escaped from the Plesio's throat, drawing out perplexed expressions from his opponent. It seemed that the S-Raptor was growing tired of waiting to fight. Strange that a wild Vivosaur would still be confined to the rules of Fossil Battles. "Well, you gonna make me attack this guy? Or are we gonna pass?"

"COLE! MAKE HIM ATTACK!" Ryne interjected from the sidelines, earning a glare from the teen. As he turned back to the battle, he began sifting through attacks he had seen Vivosaurs use before. Normally Fighters had special thing-ies for their wrist which had all the information for theirs and their opponent's Vivosaurs on it, but since they were in the middle of nowhere…

"Use Darting… uh… something!" Lowering his head so that he was in a stream-lined position, the young Plesio shot forward, body jetting rapidly through the air and zig-zagging as he closed in on the S-Raptor. Once he had reached the creature, his body twisted and his main bulk slammed into it.

Staggering to the side, the striped beast shook itself, almost as if it had been drenched by the Plesio's attack. With rage lighting up its amber eyes like coals, it charge forward and sank sharp fangs into speckled neck. Pain-filled trills left the Plesiosaur's mouth as it struggled to break free.

For a brief moment, Cole could have sworn he felt some kind of stinging sensation on the back of his neck, like he'd missed a burr earlier. He checked the spot briefly and, upon finding no spikey pod, shrugged it off. It was probably nothing.

A growl left his Plesio's throat and soon small yet needle-like teeth had sunk into the S-Raptor's neck. Its grip loosened as it howled in pain, leaving a big enough opening for the smaller reptile to slither away. His lower neck showed clear puncture wounds.

"Ow. Ow ow ow," the speckled Water Vivosaur whined in a slightly sing-song voice. His golden orbs glanced back at his new Fighter, pain reflected in them. "I'm dying here, bro. You're gonna have to try harder."

"Err… Right."

There was another attack Plesios knew, right? Well, if he was a high enough level he would have it. The only problem was the lack of prior knowledge on Plesios. His older sister had a Dimorph, which was the type of Vivosaur he had been expecting to receive. Well, it seemed like Plesio knew poison skills.

"Uh… Something with Poison in it, right?" Cole mumbled, feeling a bit weird as he said it. Almost as if the attack had some effect on him.

Immediately a cloudy sheen overtook the delicate Vivosaur, his golden eyes downgrading to a murky yellow. Muscles tensed, body straightened, and soon he was rocketing forward. The Plesio's body twisted like a torpedo, slamming his full half-ton of body weight into the Fire Vivosaurs side. Claws dug into the earth as the biped slid back, trying its best to keep its balance.

With a grin on his face, the Plesio U-turned and floated back towards Cole. He broke out in giggles, his attention completely off the battle. "There we go, all done!"

Giant feet dug at the ground as the S-Raptor charged its speckled foe.

"But it's running right at you!"

A savage roar pierced the air.

"Relax~!"

And a large body slammed to the earth, disappearing into a Dino Medals seconds later. The smirk on the Plesio's face widened as he watched Joe approach the golden piece and pocket it.

"It was Poisoned! I nailed it!" he laughed freely, nudging Cole a few times with his elongated head. The teen blinked a few times, still trying to comprehend exactly what had happened. Letting a relieved sigh, he decided to roll with it. A golden Medal plopped into his hand, which was shoved into one of the pockets on his coat.

"Good job, kiddo!" Joe grinned, coming up beside Cole and patting him on the back a few times. The black haired male could only wince as he thought about the dirt Joe's gloves were putting on his coat. He wouldn't be surprised if the poor thing was stained beyond cleansing after this whole ordeal. "You calmed down that big Dino no problem!"

"I could've done it faster," Ryne grumbled, a teasing glint in his gaze. Cole rolled his eyes, unimpressed.

"Sure, Ryne. Just remember that when I'm using this slick Plesio later."

Before the slight disturbance between the two could escalate, Joe placed a hand on each of their shoulders, drawing their attention to him. "Well, I reckon I better go take this S-Raptor back to the Fighters Association. They can get this feller a brand new Fighter, one that'll actually take care a' it."

Hands slid off of shoulders, and the man began to walk over towards his Ptera. He paused mid-step, a hand slapping up to his forehead.

"Aw, shucks! Where are my manners?" The cowboy turned back to face the boys, an apologetic look on his face. "Ya'll know who I am, but I don't know who ya'll are."

"I'm Ryne!" said boy piped up first, hazel eyes lighting up. "Ryne Reilly!"

"And I'm Cole Sukaru," the older male stated indifferently, feeling a bit tired all of a sudden.

"We always, always, always cheer for you!" Ryne added, beginning to bounce from foot to foot. Joe chuckled and ruffled the peppy preteens spiked up hair. "You're the best Fighter ever! Even better than my dad! I wanna be as good as you when I get my Vivosaur! Just, uh, don't tell my dad…"

"Well shucks, you small fries are makin' me blush!" Joe grinned, his cheeks tinting lightly. Cole could feel the warm bubbles of his Plesio's high-pitched laughter fill his chest. Apparently a red-faced celebrity was quite hilarious to him. "But y'all oughta aim a little higher than my level. Try to get better than me – that'll get ya' places!"

Ryne looked as though he was going to pass out from sheer excitement at this point. His older friend couldn't help but break out in snickers, as much as he tried to resist. Luckily it seemed that his giggles broke Ryne out of his trance and snapped him back to his senses. Or at least, what was left of them.

"Well, I s'pose I oughta take you two home…" the brunet sighed, glancing at the watch on his wrist. "I've got places to get to yet, and 'bout a half hour to get to 'em. Think you two can make it back without me?"

"Sure! We got her just fine, and since Cole's got that Plesio we should get back alright," Ryne assured him, shooting the cowboy a thumbs-up. "I mean, we'd probably be better off if you gave me that S-Raptor-"

"You don't need it, Ryne," Cole interrupted, yanking him backwards lightly by the collar of his jacket. Ryne rubbed his neck despite the lack of pain, still smiling at Joe.

"Well, guess this is it, small fries," he grinned, turning slightly towards Jesse as he spoke, "I look forward to the day y'all are full-fledged Fossil Fighters, and that Plesio 'a yours is fully trained. 'Till then, remember to love yer Vivosaurs like family and support them as well as ya' can in Fossil Battles."

Jesse let out an impatient cry, reminding her Fighter that they needed to get moving. Shooting one last grin at the two boys, Joe turned and jogged up to his Vivosaur, mounting her back swiftly. Pushing off the ground with her front legs, the Ptera launched herself forward, flapped a couple of times to gain altitude, and soon began gliding away with Ryne waving after her.

"Adios!" Joe shouted as Jesse soared into the distance. Soon she was nothing more than a yellow blotch on the horizon.

"Dude."

"What?" Cole whined, his body slouching over slightly. It seemed the fatigue from the Fossil Battle and mountain hiking had finally caught up with him, and he felt like collapsing.

"We just got advice from Joe Wildwest."

"Yep."

"JOE. WILD. WEST."

"That's his name."

"WE'VE GOTTA BECOME AWESOME FOSSIL FIGHTERS NOW!" Ryne shouted, grabbing Cole and shaking him again. At this point, his friend was too tired to care about stains, and just groaned instead until he was finished. "THIS IS LITERALLY NOT A CHOICE!"

"Okay. Can we go home now?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure."

Ryne immediately took the lead, running full tilt into the woods, leaving his tired friend in his wake. Cole sighed and began his sluggish pace after him, not caring if he was left behind at this point.

"Aww… Is somebody tired?" the teasing voice of his new Vivosaur rattled around in his brain, leaving his head sore.

"Shut up… Uh… What's your name?"

"I don't have one. Can you give me one?"

Cole paused for a moment, thinking the matter over. Everyone he knew named their Vivosaurs, so it would only make sense for him to do the same. There was only the problem of actually thinking one up. Something interesting, not used to death, and over all just really slick.

"Does Loch sound all right to you?"

"Sure! I like that! Loch. Sounds mysteeeeeerious~."

WELL. UM.

I really hope you guys liked this. Sure, it might be kind of weird to process at first, but maybe it'll grow on you…? Please?

So, brief explanation as to who Ryne is for those who missed that Bonus Data event. Basically, if you got Fossil Fighters Champions and downloaded special content off the Internet (kind of like Mystery Gift in Pokemon), you could get this event where a green haired kid in a pink BB Brigade goon outfit would come and, eventually, give you Salada, a special Boneysaur. Well, I recently got the Manga he was from, and since he was a pretty good friends with Cole in that, he is now friends with him in this.

Hopefully I can get the next chapter done in a timely manner. I've got a snow day tomorrow, so we'll see. In the meantime, please leave a review! They motivate me! :)