Meanwhile, Jamie decided to wait for Pipian's
recovery in the lobby.
Fortunately, this gave her some time to think about the events that had occured
up to this point.
It had been a long time since she had made that life-altering decision to
leave Team Rocket, to abandon a life of reasonable comfort to leap into the
unknown. Through the experience, she had discovered new powers, captured new
Pokémon, earned some badges, and rejected them.
And somewhere in there, she got wrapped up in the affairs of the Anti-Mewtwo
Mewtwo was no longer involved. Now, she had a very important decision to
make: would she stick around or leave?
"One things for sure," she said to herself, "I'm gonna have to find some
some reason to stay..."
When the guy sitting in a chair across from her started to stare, Jamie
decided to think to herself from now on.
Well, whether or not she had a grudge against any omnipotent cats, they were
out of the picture. Scratch Mewtwo.
She wasn't going for badges or the Pokémon League, which seemed to work best
with groups anyway. So forget about that.
What would that leave? With Mewtwo gone, and badges out of the question, why
else would she stay? There didn't seem to be any other reason...
Then again, if there wasn't any reason to stay, why was she putting so much
thought into it? Something was nibbling at the back of her mind, something she
hadn't thought of yet.
What had led her to these people whom she otherwise would've probably never
met? Jamie thought back to when she discovered her powers. She had gone to
Saffron to see Sabrina, just to make sense of things. While in the presence of
other psychics, she had blacked out and had the first of her many psychic
visions. Then she got Drowzee, and...
She backtracked a bit. In the vision, what happened? Jamie was in the Safari
Zone, watching a battle. The Spearow attacked a Pikachu, and... that's it!
The guy across from her got up and left, staring at her like she was crazy
or something. Of course, her frequently yelling out random words didn't really
help the situation.
At that, Tiki ran into the lobby. "What is it?"
"Uh... um... how are things?"
Tiki stared at her, not unlike the man from the lobby. "Some humor you've
got there, Jamie. If you've got any real emergencies, I'll be outside. If we're
lucky, maybe more of TAC will show up." At that, he walked back through the
Once he left, Jamie sighed. "Just great."
Continued by: Syke6888 L
outside of Cerulean, John and Ariel had finally
returned from the power
plant, both looking ragged.
"Aggh, Ariel. Zapdos, Electabuzzes, Pikachus, Thundershocks, and no sign
of any member of TAC." The two entered the town and suddenly a familiar
scent reached Ariel's nose. "Vapor vaporeon." John got the message, then
immediately yelled, "Tiki? Jamie? Where?" Ariel broke out into a run,
and soon they saw Tiki waiting at the entrance to the hospital. "Tiki!
Hey Tiki!" Hearing his name, the boy started looking in John's
"Hey John! Where have you been! I expected you to be with the group."
John caught up to Tiki and began to fill him in on everything that
happened, from getting his @$$ kicked by the Black Fog, meeting Mimic,
Seth and Aerie, taking part in the Big P Pokémon challenge, to playing
UPS deliveryman and bringing a package to Ash. Tiki was surprised at
everything, most notably meeting Mimic. "You mean all we had to do to
find the Ditto was let a Haunter kick your butt into next week? geez,
talk about ironic." John sweatdropped.
"Very funny, Tiki. It is to laugh. Anyways, fill me in on everything
that happened to you guys." The two entered the hospital.
Continued by: Thatguyty
Score's eyes cracked open to a bright ray of
his retina. He had a horrible taste in his mouth and he had a terrible
headache. He tilted his head and noticed his back pack. He sat up and
stared at his clothes. His favorite "Orgy" t-shirt was ripped and
stained. His white cargo shorts were now a dark brown. Stumbling to his
feet, he took a quick look at his surroundings. Tall trees, rolling
hills, and a rolling river.
"What in the name of Goddish all mighty is going on here!?"
yelled Score. He lifted a dirty hand and reached deep into his pocket.
All four of his pokeballs were just where he had left em. He ran his
free hands threw his hair and cursed under his breath.
"Spanky!" said Score, releasing the Pidgeotto from his ball,
"Can you see anything?" Spanky squaked flew high in the air. He flapped
down to a low tree branch and pointed his wing toward the north.
After a few minutes of stumbling blindly and hitting his head
on four seperate occasions, he tripped over a rock and fell face first
onto a hard path. He saw a sign that read, "Misty's Gym, this a way".
Score realized he was probably outside of Cerulean.
20 minutes later, and $74 cents from pedestrians thinking he
was a bum, Score arrived outside a hospital, and noticed the slash on
his leg. It looked pretty infected. "May as well stop," he said. Upon
entry, he noticed a guy and a girl he recognized from a long time ago.
"Hooooly crap..." he whispered under his breath. He walked up to greet
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