SUNSHINE DAYS

Disclaimer: As always, nothing beyond my Oc-Characters and this idea belong to me and no I don't get any money for it either.

AN: I know, I know, I should update Like Fireworks instead of starting a new story. But Remy and the Gundam Boys went on a strike and are still going strong. But no worries, I haven't given up on Like Fireworks and I will update as soon as I get my boys to cooperate again. Sooner or later at least. Just to clarify for those interested, no this is NOT a Self-Insert. It's an OC-Insert, part of the OC is really based on my personality but the rest I've pieced together from bits and pieces.

For now I hope you will enjoy my newest story. As always, please don't be shy to point out mistakes or share your thoughts. Hope you enjoy. Love Loraliell

Summary: Butterfly Effect - the idea, used in chaos theory, that a very small difference in the initial state of a physical system can make a significant difference to the state at some later time.

And have they ever been right. Now I'm stuck in the Pokémon World, with no way back home and the questionable honor to bring things back on track. But really?

Was it too much to ask to give me at least a grown-ups body? What's worse? Being stranded in the body of a 5-year-old with no obvious way to return home worst or having to grow up all-over again. I really can't decide. OC-Insert

Rating: T (for now at least)

Warnings: Gender-bending, mild cussing

PROLOGUE

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't tripped that day. Maybe I would still be with my family. Maybe I would still be home.

I don´t remember much of that day to be honest. I still remember, that I was stressed and in a hurry to get to a job interview. I remember my brother calling after me and turning around to look back. I remember that sickening feeling when I missed a step and started falling and after that, white hot pain followed by inky darkness and for the longest while after nothing else.

The first thing I was aware of again was a steady beeping and it was annoying, no matter how dampened and far away it seemed. I tried to move, but couldn't. I was dazed and didn't understand what was happening to me. But I understood enough to know, that whatever it was. It was bad.

I tried to stay awake for longer, but I couldn't and the darkness around me seemed to swallow me again.

The next time I became aware, there were voices around me. I tried to concentrate on them, but to my ever mounting displeasure I could only ever understand snippets of the conversation.

"...less than 20%,...I´m sorry... reconsider your options..."

I didn't recognize the first male voice, but the second, deeper one, I only knew too well. It was Dad´s.

"...my daughter, … refuse to give her up. ...Anything you can do?"

And then there was a female voice and my heart broke a little at the anguished tone and suppressed tears I heard – it surprised and frightened me more than anything, because I could count on one hand how often my Mum had cried while growing up and still have fingers left. My heart stopped for a beat, when I finally realized that they were talking about me. Talking about pulling the plug on me.

"My girl … strong, … still there..."

I strained my hearing, but I kept missing more and more of the conversation and the darkness only seemed to thicken and pulling me down, farther and farther away from my parents voices.

It took a very long time, or maybe just the blink of an eye before I became aware again. There were voices again, but non that I recognized.

"...think that is right?"

"...doesn't matter...say...already brain-dead."

"But...it's not … family …waiting … still hoping."

"That's life, … get over it … Boss said fix it … that's … doing."

I didn't like where this was going, not one bit and I tried once more to struggle against the darkness, to no avail and just before I finally lost, I heard the younger sounding male voice again and much clearer than before.

"For what it´s worth, I'm sorry. If you are still there, I hope you can forgive us. Your family will have closure. I promise."

I wanted to scream, I wanted to rage and most of all I wanted them to stop whatever they were doing, because I was still there and whatever they were doing was going to kill me. But the darkness was merciless and started pulling me under again.

The last thing I ever heard in this life was a mechanical voice announcing "Loading complete, ready to commence."

After that was nothing.