PokéEds

By: Jennifer Gay (Originally by Tales-of-a-Sloth)

Summary: An Ed, Edd, 'n' Eddy/Pokemon crossover… This crossover was originally written by Tales-of-a-Sloth (here on FFNet), but I recently asked her if I could take her story, redo it and continue it on my account. She said yes, so… here it is, for everyone to enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own EEnE or Pokemon at all! All I own is the three main girl OC's that are in this story… and that's pretty much it. The other OC's created in this story belong to Tales-of-a-Sloth.

PE: Chapter 1

Everyone has a journey they must take, a quest to find a purpose, a destiny to be fulfilled.

Right on the end of your imagination, there lays a world unlike anything you've ever seen, a world where mystical creatures with incredible powers live. This is the world of Pokémon.

Pokémon come in many different shapes, sizes, types and kinds. People normally keep them as close companions or pets, but they can be so much more than that. People who catch Pokémon can train them to take part in battles that tests skill, wits, and bonds between Pokémon and their trainers. These battles are appropriately called Pokémon battles.

Some who take part in battles dream of some day becoming great Pokémon masters, but none more so than a young preteen who resides in the town of Little Root Town…

Ah, but, I'm getting ahead of myself; for our story does not begin in Little Root Town, but in a place far away from the small town, a place where a sinister plot is taking hold…

In the far away place in question, a place called Rustboro City to be exact, a middle aged man stood nervously leaning against the wall of an dark, dank alleyway.

The man had scraggly, graying auburn hair, and chestnut brown eyes that were covered by thick spectacles. He wore a simple white collared shirt, a red and blue stripped necktie, and tan slacks under a big white lab coat with a few pens in the front pocket. In his right hand as a decent sized briefcase.

He twiddled with his fingers impatiently and kept looking up and down the alleyway he was standing in, as if he was waiting for someone. He checked his wrist-watch and rubbed the back of his neck worriedly.

The man jumped at a sudden sound, a trashcan falling over followed by a grunt of pain and some low swearing. The man stared oddly at the trashcan until someone got up from behind it, brushing himself off (having gotten dirty from his fall).

It was a young man in his teens that wore an odd uniform. It consisted of a black sweater, slacks and a black barrette (the French hat) that his short light green hair stuck out of. Also, there was the big, red 'R' on the front of the shirt.

"So, I see ya came on time, pops." The teen in the uniform said in a thick Brooklyn accent.

"Y-yes, I was worried that you wouldn't come." The man in the lab coat said with a nod nervous. He held out the briefcase. "B-but I brought the items you asked for."

The teen smirked. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a thick role of some kind of paper. It looked kind of like money. The man in the lab coat grimaced, regret written all over his face.

"Alright, let's get on wit 'dis. I gotta get back ta HQ as quickly as possible." The New Yorker snapped.

The two stepped forward and exchanged their items. The man in the lab coat took the money, and the man in the uniform took the briefcase. He then opened the briefcase and closed it again with a widened smirk. The man in the lab coat looked at him worriedly.

"I'm surprised pops. Ya brought every'ting you said ya'd bring." The man said.

The man in the lab coat looked sadly at the money in his hand. "Now you know that I didn't want to do this." He said, half to assure himself, "I just-"

"Yeah, yeah. Ya just needed da fundin', keep bread on da table, keeping yer family safe, yadda yadda yadda." The New Yorker said dismissively. He then grinned at the man, "Well, rest assured Professor Wood; Team Rocket will put yer newest invention ta good use."

And with that, the man in black disappeared, leaving a very worried and self-ashamed professor. He hung his head in shame and regret as he slowly left the alley to return home.

"Oh, what have I done…? What have I done?" He asked himself dismally.

Later, the teen that had just acquired the briefcase could be seen in front of some sort of large establishment. It looked like a normal building, but like most things in the world, there was more to it than met the eyes.

The young man stepped forward, and knocked on the door three times. Suddenly, a key-card console came out of the wall next to the door. The man pulled out a key-card with a big red R on it, and swiped it along the console. Then a hand analyzer appeared from the wall as well. The man put his hand on the panel to analyze his fingerprints. Then a computer monitor came out, along with a microphone

"State name and squad." An electronic voice came from the computer.

"Name, Butch. Squad, Sapphire Blue." He replied into the microphone.

"Processing…" The electronic voice paused. There was a dinging sound, followed by a keyboard appearing under the monitor. "Name and Squad approved. Input password."

Butch nodded and quickly typed something "Reaching for the Stars" on the keyboard and pressed Enter.

"Processing…" There was another pause to process the data, "Password approved. Welcome back, Bud of Squad Sapphire Blue." The electronic voice said.

The man's eye twitched angrily. "Dat's Butch!" He snapped at the computer system in the wall.

Then the door opened with a loud whooshing sound, showing the dark interior of the building. Butch smirked, picked up the briefcase, and stepped in.

After walking quickly down a few hallways and up an elevator or two, Butch opened a door labeled "The Boss", and stepped inside. He stopped once he reached the middle of a large dark room. He stood up start and saluted with his free hand.

"Butch of Squad Sapphire Blue reporting fer duty, Boss." He said.

The lights flashed on, revealing hat room was actually a large office. In the office was a few guards in the same uniform as Butch, a large portrait was a sinister looking man with a large cat-like Pokémon, called a Persian, and a big desk with the same man in the portrait sitting behind it, except he was mostly hiding in a conveniently placed shadow.

The man (let's just call him "Boss" for now) smirked. "Did you get them?" He drawled.

"Yes, sir!" Butch nodded, holding up the suitcase, "He handed dem over, just like ya said he would."

"Good…" Boss said he took the suitcase from Butch and opened it with a click, "Thanks to our little mad scientist, this will make me unstoppable. No one will stand in my way as I take over the world…"

Butch gave the man a confused look. "Uh… sir?" He asked, not that the man payed him any mind.

"Heh heh… all the pieces are in place. All that's left is to decide who makes the first move; black, white, blue or red? And with this, I'll win this game of chess…" Boss sneered with a smirk, "Checkmate."

Boss then started laughing. It started out as snickers, but eventually grew more maniacal and became a loud, evil cackle. His Persian purred as its master laughed maniacally. Butch seemed to be the only one in the room who was kind of weirded out by the laughing. Just what was so funny?

Later that night, back in Rustboro City, we come upon a small apartment complex. Most of the lights were still on, signaling that some people in it were still awake and others had already turned in for the night.

The front door to the apartments opened up, and out stepped a girl, sweeping some dirt out of the house. The girl wiped her forehead and sighed in content at her work.

She looked to be about in her late preteens, early teens. She had short, chin-length hunter green hair that looked more like a boy's hairstyle, and chestnut brown, almost red eyes. She wore a dark chartreuse T-shirt with two black, vertical lines going down its right side, hunter green Caprii pants, and a pair of black and white tennis shoes.

The girl looked out of the house, searching for something. She sighed. "I guess dad's gonna be pulling another all nighter tonight at the lab." She said sadly, "I wish he'd stop that. It's not healthy."

"Sissy!" A young voice called from inside, making the girl jump.

A young boy then came out of the house. He looked to be about seven or eight years old. He had green hair like the girl, only a much lighter shade, like grass green. He also had the same eye color as the girl as well. He wore a small yellow Jersey with a lightning bolt logo over a white T-shirt, tan cargo pants that looked a bit big for him, and plain white sneakers. In his hands was a small Pokémon plushy, a Pikachu to be exact, clutched tightly to his chest.

"Is papa back yet?" The boy asked, his innocent eyes wide with hope.

The girl sighed. "No Jeremy. He's still probably at work." She said.

The hope went away from the boy's eyes and he sighed sadly. "I wish he'd stop doing this. He needs to spend more time away from that scary place." He said.

The girl looked surprised at the boy, and then laughed in spite of herself. She knelt down and ruffled the little boy's hair.

"Wow, only seven and you're already wiser than dad." She smiled warmly.

The boy smiled. He giggled proudly and did the peace sign.

Just then, the two youths heard footsteps coming their way. They turned around, and there was Professor Wood, solemnly trudging up to the apartment. The teen girl and young boy brightened up at the sight of him.

"Dad!" They both exclaimed, running over to embrace their father, nearly knocking him over in the process.

"Oh! Oh please now you two." Professor Wood said as he hugged them back, "I'm getting too old now. You need to be more careful when you tackle me like that."

"Aw, papa you're no older than thirty-nine!" The boy teased.

The old man smiled wryly and knelt down to the boy's level. "Compared to you, Jeremy, that's still pretty old." He said with a ruffle of the boy's green hair.

The girl smiled. "C'mon dad, let's get in here before we all catch colds." She said.

Professor Wood nodded and followed his kids into the apartment complex and up to their 'house'.

It was a quaint three room apartment: a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom that the three shared.

Wood smiled with a content sigh. "Be it ever so humble…" He trailed off.

It was then that the girl noticed that there was no briefcase in her father's hands. He would normally carry one around him like it was his last life-line (although he never showed his kids what was inside it).

"Hey dad?" She asked, "Did you forget your briefcase at the Devon Corp. labs?"

The professor flinched at the mention of the briefcase, which he had traded to the Team Rocket member, mind you. He hung his head slightly, trying not to let his kids notice his ashamed look. They looked concernedly at him, but he turned to them with a smile.

"I may have, but I didn't have any work to bring home tonight, so it's not that terrible I guess for one night." He said, "I going to go shower up and then we'll all go to bed, alright?"

The girl knew her father was just putting on a façade, but she also knew however that he didn't want to talk about. She just had a knack for telling that sort of thing about people. Call it her sixth sense.

"Okay dad." She nodded, "I'll get Jeremy ready then."

Professor Wood nodded with a grateful smile and started departing to shower off, but the girl suddenly stopped him.

"Wait dad!" She called at the last second, stopping her father in the middle of the bathroom doorway. He looked back in a start. She smiled warmly.

"I'm glad you came home tonight." She said happily, "Jeremy and I missed you when you worked all night shifts."

Professor Wood seemed startled by the comment, but then smiled back like a proud father would. "Thank you Jenna." And with that, he went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Jeremy tugged his sister's pant leg and looked up at her with curious chestnut-brown, almost red eyes. Jenna smiled down at her little brother and ruffled his grass green hair again.

"C'mon Jeremy, let's get you ready for bed." She said as she led him to the bedroom.

"Aw, but I'm not sleepy yet Sissy!" Jeremy whined, rubbing his tired eyes. Jenna smirked and rolled her eyes sagely.

In the bathroom, Professor Wood slumped quietly against the closed door and grimaced with guilt. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out the money he had exchanged for the briefcase. He closed his tear brimming eyes and looked away in shame. He knew that if he told his children what had happened that night, they would never forgive him…

Meanwhile, just a brief bike ride away from Rustboro City, lied the small town of clean air known as Vendanturf Town.

As the moon started to climb in the sky, its pale light cast itself onto this single town splendidly. There was only one person admiring this phenomenon however, a young girl who was sitting on a hill near her house on the outskirts of the town.

She looked to be in her early preteens, maybe no older than twelve. She had long, waist-length, wavy black hair, and brilliantly bright ocean blue eyes. She wore as short sleeved green shirt with a white hood connected to the back, a pair of plain white shorts, and black boots with silver zippers down the sides.

The girl pulled her knees up to her chest and sighed fondly at the moon. It looked especially lovely tonight, but even the beauty of the moon didn't distract her from what was on her mind.

Recently, she had moved to this town because she had been very sickly since birth, as well as a few other reasons… and they say that the crisp clean air of Vendanturf town does wonders for the sickly. Well, she couldn't deny it; the town's clean air had really done wonders for her health, even though she was still a bit shy and less lively than some of the other kids who lived in the town.

Yet even despite that, she felt… incomplete, even in this lovely town she owed so much to. It felt like something was missing.

She sighed and leaned back in the tall grass. She also heard word that her cousin, who suffered from the same frailty as she, was moving in with them from Petalburg. Now, she loved her cousin, but she was worried that said cousin would have some trouble with fitting in the town quickly. She resolved that she would be the first friend her close relative made here.

She sighed. "But that may be hard for me to do… The only friends I've ever made are Trevor and Rita. Besides, what do I know about being a good friend?" She asked herself, her voice timid and quiet.

She sat back up and looked at the night sky.

"What do I do…?" She asked hopelessly.

"Tria!"

The girl jumped in surprise at the sound of her name and turned around. Two teen were running up to her, looking relieved at the sight of her.

One was a teenage boy with blonde spiky hair and blue eyes. He wore a pair of black overalls that showed his upper chest and had yellow sleeves, a white hood, one pant leg that was longer than the other, and various zippers on it, and brown combat boots. He was Trevor, one of Tria's friends.

The other was a teenage girl with blonde hair tied up in a high, loose ponytail and green eyes. She wore an orange sleeveless sweater, green shorts, long brown gloves with buckles and belts going along it, and brown boots that went to her knees. She was Rita, Tria's other friend.

Trevor gasped for breath when he and Rita had finally reached Tria. Tria looked up at them, surprised and confused as to why her friends were here.

"Phew… We finally found you Tria." Rita sighed in relief.

"Where have you been?" Trevor asked sternly, a bit wiped out from the running.

Tria blinked. "Were… were you both looking for me?" She asked timidly.

Trevor sighed in exasperation. "Of course we were looking for you Tria. You need to stop sneaking out like that. You had me and Rita worried sick." He said.

Tria gasped in surprise and sighed sadly with her head hung. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to worry you guys… I just wanted to see the full moon." Tria whimpered.

Rita looked up and gasped in awe. "Wow… what a pretty full moon it is." She said with a warm smile, "I can see why you wanted to come out and look."

Tria returned her friend's smile. Trevor sighed and shook his head at the two girls.

"C'mon you two." Trevor said, "Let's head inside before we catch cold, alright?"

Rita turned to him and nodded with her usual chipper smile. "Let's go then, shall we Tria?" She asked her younger friend.

With a nod, the preteen got up, brushed herself off, and followed her friends back home.

"…"

"Huh?" Tria stopped for a moment to look back. She thought she heard an odd sound, a rustling of some kind. She then looked at the moon and gasped, rubbing her eyes to make sure they were working right. It may have been the trick of the light, but for a second, she could've sworn she saw a small silhouette on the moon…

"Hey Tria!" Trevor called from up ahead, "You coming or what?"

"Oh! Uh… yes, I'm coming!" She called, sprinting to catch up, "Wait up!"

Tria looked back over her shoulder, the picture of the silhouette still stuck in her mind. None-the-less, she brushed the thought aside as she and Trevor entered his house. Trevor was after all the one who took her in when she first came to Vendanturf town, and she was very thankful for it. Rita waved them goodbye as she returned to her house.

Before going inside and quietly shutting the door behind her, Tria took one last fleeting look at the moon.

"What… what was that shadow I saw…?" She asked herself quietly.

Meanwhile, we come upon a small town with a few houses, a pond nearby that stood next to a large wood, and oddly enough, a small laboratory that stood near the outskirts of the town. This was none other than Little Root Town, the home of the one and only Professor Birch, the well-renowned Pokémon scientist second only to Professor Oak of Pallet Town. However, this well-known eccentric scientist was not the only significant resident of this town.

Just today, a new family had moved into the neighborhood. It was a family of three, a mother, a father, and a daughter, the Valor Family.

Speaking of which, the family was currently busy unpacking their belongings into their new house, well two-out-of-the-three anyways. Let's look in on them, shall we?

In the two-story house, we find man busy carrying boxes of dishes and silverware into the kitchen with some muscular Pokémon called Machoke.

He was a well-built adult man with silvery white hair grown out to shoulder-length, and teal-blue eyes. He wore a yellow and white short-sleeved hoodie, long white wrist bands, baggy jeans with many pockets, and big black and white sneakers. He was the man of the house and long time friend of Professor Birch, Riku Valor.

Riku set down the heavy box and wiped his sweaty brow. "Phew, man that's heavy." He said, "Hey Zoey! Wanna me lend a hand here?"

Loud footsteps could be heard coming from upstairs. Next, a young girl walked downstairs and quickly the kitchen, gasping for breath.

"Yeah dad! Sorry, I was busy some getting boxes unpacked upstairs." She said apologetically.

The girl looked like she was about in her preteens, about twelve. She had cerulean blue hair that went only a bit past shoulder length, and dark grass green eyes. She wore a thinly knit, dark blue sweater that went to about mid-hip, aqua-colored jeans with a white horizontal zig-zag pattern that went along its right side, and silver and blue tennis shoes. She was Riku's daughter, Zoey Valor.

"Don't worry about it, Zoey." Riku said with a smile, "I just needed some help with putting the silverware away."

"Oh! Well that I can definitely handle." Zoey said with a chipper in her voice.

Riku laughed in amusement as his daughter went to work with unpacking the spoons and forks to put them away in the drawers.

"Well, aren't you a ball of energy tonight." He said with a chuckle.

"Well sure I am." Zoey said, "Tomorrow is a big day after all."

"Ah yes, tomorrow is the day you officially become a Pokémon trainer." Riku smiled.

"Sure is!" Zoey cheered.

"Wow Zoey," Riku said, ruffling his daughter's hair, "You're growing up so fast. So, do you know what kind of Pokémon you want from Professor Birch?" He asked.

Zoey put on a thoughtful face. "Hmm… Well, maybe a Torchic, or a Mudkip, or a Treeko, or maybe… I dunno! They're all so cool!"

Riku chuckled in amusement. Zoey was so like her mother, a cheerful spirit and a lover of Pokémon.

"Hey, you wanna check out the tube? See if mom is on?" Riku asked.

Zoey stopped putting stuff away and smiled brightly. "Wow, the cable's up already? That was fast." She said.

"Yep, Machoke do quick work, don't they?" Riku said as he and Zoey walked into the living room.

There were still boxes in the living room, but there was a sofa and a regular-sized TV set up on a large green carpet over the hard wood. The Machoke had finished setting down all the boxes and left for the day… err, night in this case.

Riku picked up a remote control clicked it to the television. It turned on with a flash on the screen, and there was the local News Channel. The interview lady was currently busy talking to the viewing public (Zoey and Riku included possibly). Riku and Zoey watched intently.

"And you saw it here folks, our local Petalburg Gym leader has once again astounded audiences everywhere with another amazing victory!" The anchorwoman announced, "Stay tuned tomorrow when we go look for more up and coming trainers and gym leaders. Until next time, this is reporter Gabby Wilson signing off!"

Then the show went to commercial. Riku and Zoey sighed in disappointment.

"Aww… Just missed her." Zoey whined.

"Well, don't worry about it Zoey. You can go meet her in person once you become a trainer and get enough badges to challenge her yourself." Riku assured, making Zoey feel a little better.

Zoey nodded. "Yeah, you're right dad." She said, and then yawned tiredly.

"Now young lady, I think it's high time you went to bed." Riku said as he and Zoey went upstairs to their bedrooms, "Don't want you to be tired for tomorrow."

Zoey let out another yawn and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Okay dad." She said with a tired smile.

Later, we find Zoey dressed in her pajamas and getting into bed. She got comfy under the covers and stared up at her bedroom ceiling, too excited to sleep even though she was tired.

"Just think… tomorrow I get my first Pokémon, the reason why we moved here from Petalburg. I can't wait…" She said to herself, "I hope that… one day I'll be… just as good as mom… that'd be… so cool…"

Zoey smiled blissfully as she drifted off into peaceful slumber, dreaming of the next day and the adventures she'd soon have on her journey.

Riku stood in the doorway of his daughter's room and shook his head with a proud smile. He then quietly closed the door and walked off to bed himself.

Later that night, everyone was asleep, the young trainers of the town excited about receiving their starter new Pokémon the next day. All were dreaming peacefully, except for one lone figure, which was running to the woods that stood near the village.

It appeared t be a tall woman, but also… not a woman at the same time. She wore a hooded cloak, but it was easy to her flowing white gown, pure white skin, green legs and short, bright green hair.

This odd woman took one last look at the village before turning away sadly, and disappearing into the woods.

"Please, let this work," She whispered as she disappeared into the night, "Oh, I hope that I'm not its not too late…"

Before she disappeared entirely, a speck of light fell behind her. One would've sworn it looked like… a single tear.

... Well, like I said at the beginning of this story; I did not write this, nor the next two chapters I will post. Tales-of-a-Sloth did. She says I can finish it for her. So, that's what I'm planning to do.

Anyway, yeah, just like in her story; Zoey, Tria and Jenna are the OC's for this story, and are also mine from long ago. The only OC that's still around is a revised version of Zoey; from Melodies of Valor... Which I need to get back to writing as well. XD

Also, if you noticed Tria's friends (Trevor and Rita) are dressed similarly to Tidus and Rikku from FFX... You are correct (and give yourself a digital cookie). The reason was that Tales-of-a-Sloth added them in, because Tria was the OC in my EEnE/FFX crossover I had once, and they were the FFX characters introduced first... I didn't feel like changing their outfits, but I did change their names. I hope you guys don't mind that at all. 8B

Anyway, next chapter is coming soon... 8D