Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Pokemon: Rise of the Pokemorph ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Pokemon: Legends of a Pokemorph

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Only the idea and OC's.

 

Author Notes:

-- This will be used for scene breaks and for when the story switches to another character, but it does not mean that a new section of the story has started.

xXx This will identify where each paragraph breaks.

 

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Chapter 1: The beginning.

 

Many years ago… somewhere in the Johto Region…

 

A young boy, maybe thirteen or fourteen floated in a tank of light green liquid, which gave off an eerie glow because of the lights in the top and bottom of the tank. The mask on his face that supplied air covered his nose and mouth much like a gas mask would. His short light brown hair floated about as he slept. The only piece of clothing he wore was the light blue boxers, or what appeared to be boxers he had on. Several small wires and what appeared to be suction cups were all around his body. There were also a few tubes, which provide the boy with nutrition, and several other various items. Every so often he would open his eyes, but there were far from human. The boy's left eye was nothing more then a black hole, light would not reflect off it and all one could see was an emptiness matched by a starless night. His other eye was pure white and seemed to give a light of its own, but it was much too dim to be of any good for lighting up areas, much less his face. The boy looked down, looking at the things around him. His ears, also not quite human, were slightly pointed at the tips looking much more like those of a Pikachu then a human's ear. The black tips of his ears only added to this effect. This boy had to have been in some sort of major surgery as his chest looked like a train yard with all the scars he had. Many were old, but some were quite fresh have fresh stitches put in no more then a day earlier. His arms and legs also shared many of the scars that were on his chest. While the ones on his arms and legs were more focused around his joints, he still had a large number of scars. If this boy had been in surgery for medical reason, or even if it was for something else, it had been going on for months judging by the scars. The boy's nails on his hands and feet were silver in color, looking more like they had been made of metal rather then bony shape they took. The nails on his hands looked more like claws with their pointed tips and rounded sides. The ones on his feet were partially hooked, but not so pointed as though they were meant for climbing, not fighting. A large collection of scars lay on the boy's back, but they were not so randomly placed about. Many looked like they had been reopened from time to time. There were the two beside his spine and the ones that were just below each rib. They climbed from the back of his head just below his ears and down to below the top of his boxers, ending somewhere around the base of his spine.

 

The room itself seemed to a quite dark place. Several machines that monitored the boy's health and vitals were placed around. There were the green lights of heart monitors, the flashing yellow and green numbers of the boy's heart rate, blood pressure, and pulse, and there was also a machine that appeared to measure brain activity.

 

Several scientists moved about the room wearing lab coats over various clothing articles. It was dark, hard to see clearly, but the boy was still able to seek out movement. The only light in the room came from the pod he was in and the one across the room. A boy similar to himself was in the pod, but he still looked completely human. All of the same machines that the boy had around his pod were also placed around the second. Many scientists gathered around the boy's pod, intrigued by his movement.

 

One scientist walked in front of the others. He was far older then the others who looked to be in their twenties or thirties. There were two or three that could have been in their forties judging by their height, size, and movement, but with the low light levels, only this one scientist, the one who stepped forward could clearly be seen. He wore a white lab coat and had a file in his aged hand. His hair was almost completely gray with only a few red hairs showing here and there. His face was wrinkled and held a smile. His eyes had shown that something was good in life, something that kept him going. The fact that he did not stand up completely straight confirmed the boy's suspicions of the man being much older then anyone else.

 

“I am Doctor Hellborne. I am glad to see you are up. Can you hear me?” The old man asked; his voice cracked and slow. His cheeks hung just a bit.

 

The boy in the tank nodded his head. Obviously this was not new to him or he was one to never lose his head, even in such odd places. He didn't show fear, or much confusion, just a look of interest. A look that scientist picked up on.

 

“I see your eyes move. You must be wondering where you are. This is the Johto Rocket Research Station known as The Hellborne Center.” The old man before going into a coughing fit. “You are the only one of subject team A five to make this far at this time. While many have died, there are a few others who still live, but they are not ready for phase eight like you are.” The wiped some blood off of chin from his coughing fit onto a cloth he was given.

 

The boy looked over to the second pod. The old scientist then looked over at it.

 

“That is Nathan William. He is a prototype much like yourself.” The old man said. “He is almost ready to-” The scientist looked back at the boy had was talking with. The boy was once again falling away from the world of awareness and into unconsciousness. “Looks like you still need some rest. No matter, we can talk later.” The old man turned and walked over to the second pod.

 

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The boy opened his eyes again, but this time, his were more human. While they still showed signs of darkness in one eye and light in the other, they now had the common circular shape and pupils that humans had. His ears had been slightly trimmed down, no longer quite as tall as they had been, but they still maintained their black pointed tips. Many of the older scars he had had finally faded away, but there were still many scars on his body as he floated, although he no longer had any stitches. He moved his neck as if to stretch unused muscles. He looked back over at the other tank. It was empty. Only a dull eerie green light filled the tank. The boy looked around. Finally he saw someone. His ears perked up as they homed in on the very small party of four humans, or what appeared to be humans in the corner, but do to the low light levels, he was unable to see who was all there. He could only see the basic outlines of the figures meaning that they could have been some sort of humanoid Pokemon, but the boy was confident that they were human.

 

“You are sure he is worth it?” a younger voice asked. Maybe a new scientist, but the voice was way too young to be one of the experienced doctors. The voice was slightly deep, belonging to male of the late teenage bracket, possibly eighteen or nineteen judging by his shadowy outline. He could have been in his early twenties, but not likely.

 

“He is worth it, I have no doubts there. He may not have the same level of power as you and your sister, but his level is stamina could be far greater, if not infinite.” A second far older voice sounded. It belonged to a female, one of the younger doctors. She could have been in her late twenties. “No matter your plans, he could prove to be a valuable asset.” Her shadowy figure was good, well built. She was not too skinny or too big, but the boy cared nothing for this. He only wanted to know more about what was going on.

 

“Look, all we ask is that you let us continue our research and tell no one about it. We could care less if you take over Team Rocket. All we ask is for continued funding so that we may one day perfect this process and, if you request it, help you to perfect yourself.” A third voice said. This one was soft, but firm. It sounded like a male, but the boy was unable to confirm this. The figure stood behind a wall talking in a doorway that was out of the boy's eyesight. The first figure turned in the direction of the third voice. “No offense, but I do not think that you are perfect. I do not doubt you and your abilities, or even your ideas, only our own ability at this point. I believe that we still have much to learn before we have mastered this process.”

 

“You are wise with your choice of words.” The first voice said. “I would have gladly of shown anyone my power had they doubted it at this point.”

 

“I know and like my college has stated, we do not doubt your power, just our skill in giving it to you.” The second voice stated. “Now as for the boy over there, we believe he can easily work on his own after we finish with him.” The second voice had made reference to the boy, but she did not look his way.

 

“If he begins to rebel, kill him. I will not have anything to do with a rebellious… monster.” The first voice spoke up again not caring for his choice in words apparently. The boy knew they were talking about him now, but why call him a monster? He was just the same as any of the other subjects.

 

“He is no monster, just the next step of evolution much like yourself. He just took to the Pokemon DNA on a much larger scale then you did or any of the others did.” A fourth voice sprung up. It was very old, most likely belonging to Doctor Hellborne. His shadowed image was slightly bent over.

 

“Do you have my Pokemon?” the first voice asked again. He headed for the unseen door the boy knew was there, but was unable to see.

 

“I have a few of them. Out of the ten you brought with you, only these three were strong enough to survive the process.” Hellborne said again. The shadowy outline of Doctor Hellborne reached for his belt.

 

“Did Yuna make it?” the first voice asked. Now all of the figures were out of the boy's sight. He could still hear them for now though, but if they kept walking, even his heightened hearing would not be able to follow them.

 

“Yuna, your Espeon seemed to fair the best. I also see why you like her so much. She is intelligent and strong; a rare combination these days. Even while her body lay unconscious, she still looked on borrowing the eyes of the Alakazam we had assist us.” Hellborne once again started talking. “The other two that survived were your Typhlosion, Felfire and your Latios which you found as an egg. The others all rejected the fifth or six phase serums. I am afraid that all of them except your Pidgeot had to be put down. They were in too much pain.” Rather then show a sense of sadness in his voice, he just talked like this was normal, as though he cared nothing for the Pokemon that were now dead.

 

“I want a patch of fur from my Eevee. That way I have something to honor her by.” The first voice said. He showed no signs of remorse for the other Pokemon, only this one Eevee. Perhaps the two of them had shared a deeper friendship then he had with the others who had passed from the world of the living.

 

“Very well. Shall I incinerate the rest of them?” Hellborne asked. His voice had hints of carelessness behind it as though he was growing bored of the topic at hand.

 

“All of them other then the Eevee. She deserves better then that.” The first voice replied. The boy knew at this point that there had to be something unique about this Eevee, but he paid little attention to that.

 

“And what of Pidgeot?” the second voice spoke up after being quite for so long.

 

“I'll take him back, if he can still fight.” The first voice said. The boy, no longer able to keep his eyes or ears open, once again left our world and fell into another deep sleep.

 

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Present Day, six years after Ash had started his Pokemon journey… Pallet Town…

 

A storm was raging with howling winds and powerful cries of thunder that shook the house. To add to this raging storm were all the bolts of lighting that danced across the sky, lighting up large sections of the small city for no more then a second before fading away just as fast as they had come. A boy tossed in his sleep as he slept on the couch. The room was quite of all sounds other then those of the storm that attacked the area. The rain hit the glass windows in sheets while thunder would occasionally shake the house. He tossed and turned twisting his head rapidly as he saw the images of a past that he now wished he would forgot. His ears could be seen with each flash of lighting that lit the sky. They were extended up past the top of his head with black, slightly pointed tips. His nails, which were mostly human, dug into the quilt around him. The sharp tips slightly tearing the fabric that kept him warm. Inevitably, he rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a slight thud.

 

His eyes opened instantly upon impact, he let his instincts take over as he looked around. His teeth showed; fangs much longer then any humans extended from his mouth. He ears went straight up alert of all sounds around whether it was the storm, the creaking of the house, or the four sleeping bodies above him on the second floor of the house. His eyes; one pure white, the other seemly sucking in the very light around, it was so dark, scanned the area looking for all signs of movement. His body was in the fighting stance of Vulpix: hind legs spread back and placed apart, while his arms were spread out like they were a pair of front legs, not arms. Either way, the boy looked around ready to attack just about anything at this point like some animal that had been forced to defend itself. Realizing where he was, he started to relax.

 

His eyes returned to those of a normal human, a small pupil became visible in each eye as the relaxed surrounded by a light blue ring. He breathed in and out slowly picking up the cover that was on the wooden floor. No doubt he had left some scratches on it, but that could wait till morning. Upstairs the, boy could hear the sounds of three sleeping humans, two of them, a male and a female, were still young, in their late teenage years. The last one was much older and mother to male boy. There was a fourth set of breathing lungs that he heard belonged to that of the small electric mouse in the young male's room.

 

“They still haunt me, even to this day.” The boy said. The claws on his hands shrank returning to normal, as did his fangs as the boy continued to relax. “How long will it be until I no longer have these dreams?” the boy asked the storm more then anyone else. The digital clock from the area the boy had known to be the kitchen read a little after five. The green read out and location told the boy that this was the clock on the microwave and the fact that it was flashing told him that it was inaccurate. The boy closed his eyes. His ears still remained extended out as the boy covered his eyes with a pillow. All he could ask for at this point was to get some more sleep with the raging storm outside.

 

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Ash walked downstairs with Pikachu on his shoulder. He wore a white T-shirt what was tucked into his blue jeans. He rubbed the sleepiness form his eyes as he moved down the stairs. His hair was a mess like always. The smell of fresh food hung in the air as Ash walked. “Hey mom, what smells so good?” Ask asked sniffing the air around him. His voice still showed some signs that he was still waking up. He looked toward the small kitchen area that in the house. It had a basic set of counters, a fair selection of appliances like a silver Maytag dishwasher and microwave. There was even a coffee machine in the far corner.

 

“I'm making pancakes.” Delia Ketchem said as she attended the stove, careful not to let a single one her creations burn. “Is Misty up yet?” she asked, her eyes never leaving the job at hand. With a spatula in one hand and the skillet she had in the other, Delia slowing flipped the pancakes she had cooking over to let the other brown whilst not spilling any batter on her purple shirt or white pants. As always, she wore a pair of simple white shoes with white socks. The bottom halves were a nice golden color with traces of berries here and there.

 

“Yea, but she's packing up. After breakfast, we're gonna head back to Cerulean City so she can finish up the repairs on the gym.” Ash had grown over the time he spent exploring the Pokemon world. He still looked to become the best Pokemon master, but then again, that was always his dream.

 

“Professor Oak wanted to talk to the lot of you today. Don't forget that. He seemed most eager to see Jeremy.” Delia stated as she started to move the pancakes from the skillet she had to a plate before pouring another batch of batter onto the skillet.

 

One of the boy's Pikachu like ears that had been sleeping on the couch twitched upon hearing the name. Slowly, he rose to a sitting position. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. “Some one call my name?” He asked, still tired from the fact he had fallen off the couch last night.

 

“You're finally up.” Delia said. The boy looked at the floor. He couldn't see any scratch marks on the floor, but he'd take a closer look later. His ears shifted toward the stairs. Misty walked down, her hair in two ponytails and dressed casually in a yellow top, green shorts, and a red belt. She walked along cheerfully as she came down the stairs, her red bag slung over her shoulder. “I'm off to see professor Oak before I go.” Misty said as she headed for the door.

 

“I got pancakes if you want some.” Delia shouted careful not to mess any up.

 

“Really, I love pancakes.” Misty cheered. She walked over to the table.

 

Jeremy got up and started to move. “How many would everyone like?” Delia asked as she placed the last few pancakes carefully on the stack of twenty or so she already had.

 

“Two will be more then enough for me.” Jeremy said as he moved toward the table.

 

“Pika.” Pikachu held up two short fingers as she jumped down to the table form Ash's shoulders.

 

“I'll take three please.” Misty said, cheerful as ever taking a seat.

 

“And I'll take five.” Ash said. One thing that had never changed with Ash was his appetite. And no matter how much he ate, he always seemed to be in a very fit condition.

 

“And I've got some homemade syrup right here.” Delia pulled out five plates, but only four forks. She passed out plates around the table, even passing one to Pikachu, but she didn't pass her a fork. She set the syrup down in the center of the table and then passed the golden brown berry pancakes she had made. Every one ate slowly, except Ash. He never took it slow when eating, but at least he had gotten better about it. He learned to chew his food and now rarely choked on anything, no matter how good it was. Delia passed cups of orange juice to everyone and handed Pikachu a very small cap that she could hold.

 

Breakfast went by like normal, the group talked and laughed, all except Jeremy, who was known for being quiet. However this morning, he had barely said anything. While he was the quiet type, he would still make comments on the what ever the group was talking about.

 

Ash and Misty had found Jeremy wondering the forest about five months ago. They were quite surprised by his ears, they way the stood up and were tipped like that of a Pikachu. Jeremy had failed to remember much of his past at that time, but he still had dreams of his past before some strange incident. Rather then head to a hospital, they took Jeremy to Professor Oak. After all they had seen during their travels, it seemed logical at the time to avoid a big crowd until they knew what Jeremy was. Even to this day, Oak was still unsure about that. Only in the last few weeks, did Oak make any progress which was the most likely reason for him wanting see the three of them this morning.

 

“Something's buggin ya. What is it Jeremy?” Ash asked as she stopped eating.

 

“It's those dreams again. There back and they are becoming more vivid as time goes on.” Jeremy said. He finished his first pancake.

 

“The one's about the lab.” Delia asked.

 

“Yes, the ones about the lab.” Jeremy said. “I'm done.” Jeremy said passing his plate to Ash whom readily gulped it down.

 

After a few more minutes, Jeremy had his boots on and Ash had his belt with his poke balls and his shoes on. Misty was all set to go. Jeremy held his ears back as he put a hat on. “I hate this thing. It annoys my ears.” Jeremy grumbled.

 

“It's the only way to hide them.” Misty explained tiredly, having gone through this before.

 

“I'd be just fine whether people looked at them or not. Just as long I didn't have to wear this hat.” Jeremy muttered under his breath.

 

The group left quietly down the dirt road that led up the hill to Professor Oak's laboratory.

 

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After a short walk, the group of four walked into Professor Oak's lab.

 

“Hey there.” Oak greeted them as they entered. Like always, he had his lab coat on.

 

“How's it going, Ash?” A figure stepped out of a side room of the large house that was filled with just about every research book on pokemon. He wore a dark blue shirt and brown pants.

 

“Gary, when did you get back?” Ash asked.

 

“Last night before the storm hit.” Gary said, his Umbreon walking beside him and dripping water on the floor. “Now let's get you dried off.” Gary said as he headed upstairs followed by his Pokemon.

 

“So, what did you call us here for?” Misty asked.

 

“First off, I just wanted to tell you that I've received a set of Eevee. I'm too old to care for them and all of the other Pokemon I have here, so I was wondering if you'd like to take them with you. They're sweet little things, even if they are a little hyperactive at times.” Oak said as he closed the door to a dark room. “There sleeping right now, so we should have some time to talk in peace.”

 

“Sure, I'll take one. Its not like you can just find an Eevee everywhere now a days.” Ash said.

 

“I'll take one too. I've always wanted a Vaporeon.” Misty said, picturing the new water Pokemon she could raise.

 

“Sure, it'll be my third Pokemon then.” Jeremy said. He did seem to cheer up a bit. Unlike Ash, Jeremy had not gone out to catch many Pokemon. Other then his starter, a Cyndaquil who was now a Quilava and a Riolu he had hatched from an egg that he had found, Jeremy had no Pokemon.

 

“Now that that's settled, let's head to my lab. I've got something to show you.” Oak said as lead the group to his lab.

 

Oak led the group to a large screen in his main room, saying as he did, “I've been working as of late on a way to figure out what you are, Jeremy. My latest research suggests that you were once a human, but you had several types of Pokemon DNA spliced into your normal DNA which counters my original theory that you were created that way.” Oak said. A picture of Jeremy showed up on the main screen. “Your ears were replaced with by an excellent surgeon with something along the lines of a large Pikachu's.” Oak said. The picture zoomed in on the back of his ears. “However, I believe that this was left as a signature on you. There appears to be an old tattoo on the back of your head.” Oak hit a switch on a remote had he picked up and the faded outline of large red capital R appeared.

 

“Team Rocket did this?” Jeremy asked.

 

Both Misty and Ash had looks of shook on their faces.

 

“I've also found something else out. After looking at the scars and some of the work that I believe was done to you, I am lead to believe that you were awake for part of the process that they performed on you.” Oak said.

 

“So what you're saying is that I could have been with Team Rocket at some point.” Jeremy concluded.

 

“No… well, yes… in a way. They may have had you on some sort of drug or had something to force you to agree, but the only thing that is for sure is that if I am getting closer to finding out what you are, then you have to be ready to accept it.” Oak said.

 

“At this point, I don't really care if started as a Pokemon or as human. All I want to know is what I was and how I got this way.” Jeremy said.

 

“I've also noticed something else.” Oak said as the image zoomed back out. “I believe I've isolated the trigger that causes the change between your human side and you Pokemon side.” Oak said.

 

“Alright, besides fear, what else can cause the change?” Jeremy asked.

 

“Your instincts for starters. Whenever your Pokemon side deems it necessary, you will change to match the need.” Oak said. “Basically, there are two parts to you.” The image of Jeremy split in two. One was green and completely human, while the second was red and showed Jeremy's Pokemon form with the claws and the ears. “To my understanding, your human form is the dominant one, but only when there is nothing to aggravate your Pokemon side.” Oak then continued into a very detailed scientific explanation of which Ash, Misty, and Jeremy could not follow.

 

“In English please.” Jeremy asked.

 

“Example, let's say you fell of a cliff. While your human form would still be in control, but your Pokemon form would take action and give you the reflexes needed to save your life. In a time like that, it would be better to let your Pokemon instincts take over. However, at the same time, let's say you went to a theme park and rode one of the biggest roller coasters there. Once again, your Pokemon would kick in, but it would do so under the assumption that it was needed. In cases like this, it would be best to sit somewhere and calm yourself down before too many people notice that you are not you anymore.” Oak explained using a fear type scenario. “Another example would be if you were pushing your human limits. Your Pokemon side could give you the power to ignore these human limits. An example of this would be like working out at a training center lifting weights. While your human side can lift so much, let's say that you pushed yourself and started to try and lift more then that. Your Pokemon side would work to increase your strength to composite for your human limits.” This time Oak used a scenario that involved breaking Jeremy's own human limits.

 

“So my emotions and my needs both play a part in this change.” Jeremy said.

 

“That is correct, however, outside sources may also play a role them. Like if you were traveling in a dark cave, your eyes would completely adjust to darkness, but your hearing as well as sense of smell may also adjust so that you were better prepared for any events that would take transpire.” Oak said.

 

“So, my emotions, my needs, and common outside sources all play a part in when, where, and why I'll change.” Jeremy said.

 

“Correct.” Oak replied. “I'll be running some more just to see just what else may cause this change. Until then, you're free to go.” Oak said. “After all, you all need to go finish those gym repairs today don't you.” Oak asked.

 

“Yes we do. I've got to have the place open by the end of the week for the show.” Misty said.

 

“That's right; your sister's have put together another story again haven't they.” Oak said. “I almost forgot, and I even bought a ticket to see it.”

 

“I hope to see you there.” Misty said. “Come on guys, let get going. It's only a few hours walk to Viridian City and we can catch a bus to Cerulean City.” Misty stated.

 

“Don't forget these.” Oak handed out three pokeballs. “And I would suggest that you wait until the Eevee are up before you start your trip. That way they aren't too surprised.” Oak said.

 

“That would be the best idea.” Jeremy commented. “So then, what else can you tell me about the change back and forth between my forms?” Jeremy added.

 

“Well, I know that your joints were a main focus for the surgery. Who ever had been in charged seemed to know what they were doing as you joints seem to take on two forms depending what the task at hand is.” Oak clicked the remote in his hand again. A single image of Jeremy appeared on screen as a skeleton. “It would appear that whenever you take your Pokemon form, you hips realign themselves with your Femurs to allow to walk on all for of your limbs much like a canine. Parts of your legs were also cut out to allow the best use of this feature. Your arms and legs are now just about the same length where as in most humans, their legs tend to be a bit longer then their arms.”

 

A sudden, unexpected crash of pottery sounded from downstairs.

 

“Oh my, they seem to have woken up.” Oak said as he ran down the stair two at time. Ash, Misty, and Jeremy all followed him down the steps. Oak opened the door to find that a large undecorated earthenware pot had knocked out two of the Eevee kits. The third one was too busy have somehow tied its hind leg up in a phone line and was trying to chew it off.

 

“Hold on! Stop!” Oak shouted as he ran for the third Eevee. “Phone line are something to chew on.” The third Eevee stopped chewing on the cord in its mouth and looked up at Oak, its eyes begging for help.

 

Jeremy unburied the two that had been knocked out by the pot while Oak undid the one who had got its leg caught.

 

“Once these two wake up, I'll introduce the lot of you.” Oak walked out of the room carrying one of the Eevee whilst May and Jeremy each carried one themselves.

 

Jeremy helped Oak with the simple first aid that the kits needed and only minutes after having gotten themselves into a mess, all three Eevee were back up and moving like it had never happened.

 

“This one is Anna, no Haley.” Oak picked one of the Eevee up carefully correcting himself. “And that one is Anna. I believe that they are twins.” All three of the Eevee kept repeating the syllables in the their name happy to greet and make new friends.

 

“I hate to argue, but this one is Lola.” Jeremy pointed to the one in his lap, which Oak had called Anna. “And that one is Lilo.” Jeremy then pointed to the one in Oak's hands.

 

“Are you sure?” Oak asked confused. “Anna, Haley, and Jessica were the three names I was given by Jill, the day-care lady.”

 

“And that one,” Jeremy pointed to one in Misty's hands, “that one is named Rebecca.”

 

“How do you know that?” Oak asked.

 

“I am part Pokemon. It's just that I can only understand a few different species of Pokemon, like these Eevee.” Jeremy patted the young kit on the head. “I can understand Pikachu too, but only when she speaks clearly.”

 

“Wait, you can understand Pikachu?” Ash shouted.

 

“Yea, I don't see the problem.” Jeremy's eyes never left the Eevee in his lap.

 

“Why didn't you say anything?” Ask asked.

 

“She didn't want me to repeat of anything she said.” Jeremy looked at Pikachu who just looked back at Jeremy. “My guess is that I can only speak the languages of the thirty-seven Pokemon that I have been spliced with.”

 

“That's thirty-eight. I just identified another strain last night. You appear to have trace amounts of Mew DNA in you.” Oak corrected Jeremy.

 

“So that makes three legendary strains of DNA in me. Moltres, Latios, and now Mew.” Jeremy holding the Eevee he had in his lap against his chest as he got. “So little guy, do you and your sisters want to come travel with me and my friends?” Jeremy asked.

 

All at once, all three Eevee rushed over to Jeremy. They all started talking in poketalk.

 

“You mean that we can really travel?” The first Eevee asked.

 

“All of us together.” The second chimed in.

 

“I'll finally get to battle.” The third one cheered.

 

“Hey Ash, this one here is yours.” Jeremy pointed to the third Eevee. “Its already happy to get a trainer and start battling others.”

 

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Secondary Author Note: All information concerning the landscape and regions was taken form Wikipedia. If at anytime, there is an inconsistency with the show concerning location or area, please not that I have been able to keep up with the show and it has been years since I have seen the first few seasons. If you wish to be kind enough to supply with proper information concerning areas that I have made some sort of error in, please do so my Private message rather then review and I will correct said areas.