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Disclaimer: Hmm… you work it out. Do I own Pokémon or not?br

Authors Note: Ok, my brand new series and my first shot at a Pokémon Fan fiction. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think, and R&R!

Ages: Ash 16, Misty: 16, Brock: 19

----------- Chapter 1- Lost In The Snow

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In Pallet Town, the sound of fast tapping could be heard, the letters on the computer keyboard being pressed at an alarming rate. Tracey pushed back a little of his dark blue/green hair nervously, looking at the screen. He folded his hands on his lap, watching the words and colours race and spin across the monitor for a moment, then his eyes widened and he stood up. "Professor!" He called out excitedly, running down the long hall towards Professor Oak's laboratory. As he ran past the open door to the lounging area, a head poked out of the doorway to watch him go. A 16-year-old Ash Ketchum and a Misty of the same age looked at each other for a moment and frowned in confusion. Pikachu waddled out of the warm room to look in the same direction.

Bursting through into the much more advanced lab than his own, Tracey ran to the gray haired professor-who looked at a little yellow Pichu- but glanced up when his young assistant came rushing in. "Yes Tracey? You didn't knock, so I assume-"

"Professor Oak sir, I've done it!"

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Ash Ketchum, a pokémon trainer from the town of Pallet, set out on his 11th Birthday to become a pokémon master. Now, 5 years later, at the age of sixteen, he is one. After so many years of training, he possesses some of the strongest pokémon ever known, and some of the best friends anyone could ever wish for. After collecting all the badges, and entering the Indigo Plateau one more time, this time, by strange happenstance, he won. With that as his back, he had set of to catch whatever pokémon he did not already have in his party.

His best friends, Misty and Brock, also seem to have achieved what they most wanted to do (though Brock is still after those elusive Nurse Joys and Officer Jennies) he has managed to become one of the best pokémon breeders, Misty and Ash reeking the befits, always pleased to add an adorable baby pokémon to their team. Misty, along with her sisters, co-owns the most world-renowned water Pokémon Park, and is the most deadly of the quadroon in battle.

At present, the trio was stuck in a snowstorm once again. Brock and Ash explored one corner of the cave, more just a ledge hanging off a cliff, but it did provide a little protection. A Ninetails, A Cyndaquil and a Quilava accompanied them. Pikachu was sitting in a corner of the cave, with two of Ash's newest team members, a pair of unthinkably cute Pichus. Although most of Ash's pokémon had evolved, Pikachu had resolved to stay the same, and Ash preferred it that way.

Misty yawned, looking around. Pikachu glanced up, and trotted over to her, and she patted him on the head, grinning as the Pichu jumped up onto her lap. Pikachu followed and curled up around them protectively. Misty smiled again. Who wouldn't be protective of such cute baby pokémon? Unaware, she closed her eyes and brought her knees into herself, yawning and falling asleep, the tiny snores of the Pichu drifting into her dreams and making her smile.

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Meanwhile, near the wall, Ash talked to Brock about the red haired girl who sat no more than 5 meters away sleeping soundly.

"It's that obvious?" Ash asked his older friend nervously, shuffling his feet slightly, and Brock nodded

"Yeah, you've got to tell her, stop acting like none of us know" He grinned "You make it so obvious… and besides, you fight together waaaay too much not to feel anything" Ash nodded sullenly, wondering what he was going to say to Misty, and wondered whether the fact that they fought meant the opposite of what was usually said, and she hated him.

Ash blushed again, not quite liking that idea. "Why does everyone say that? Even my Mum accuses me…"

"PIKAPI!" [ASH!] Pikachu cried as it gripped onto Misty's wrists, the girl now wide awake and trying to stop the long twisting vine like thing from dragging the pokémon away. A familiar motto floated to Ash's ears:

"Prepare for trouble,
Make it double,
To protect the world from devastation,
To unite all peoples within our nation,
To denounce the evils of truth and love,
To extend our reach to the stars above,
Jessie,
James,
Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light,
Surrender now, or prepare to fight!
Wobbuffet!"

There was a groan and a dull thud

"Shut Up, That's my line!
Meowth, That's Right!"

"Oh no" Ash moaned, looking to Pikachu, who grinned and thunder sparked from its cheeks, but nothing happened as the long, rubber- Ash realized it now was rubber, not metal- arm tried to pull Pikachu backwards. Misty slid forward with it. "Ivyusaur, Cut that rope with a razor leaf!"

Ivysaur, who had been snoozing near the back of the cave grinned and leaves spun around it, slicing through the rubber.

"Pika!"

Pikachu had somehow gotten more than just caught in the rope, it had gotten wrapped around one of his yellow legs.

Ash jumped forward and grabbed onto Pikachu trying to pull him back "Hang in there buddy" He grunted out, then gasped as he lost his footing. He felt something strong wrap around him, Ivysaur had caught him in its vines

"What's going on? Why aren't we moving?" Meowth could be heard from the basket of the balloon that couldn't even be seen in the rushing wind and snow.

"Go 'ave a look Meowth" James said stiffly, and there was a screech from Meowth then a wail as he was flung over the side, and gripped onto the rope with both paws. Raising his head he found himself face to face with an enraged Ash and Pikachu.

"Aaaaiiiee! It's the twerp!" Suddenly a grin spread over Meowths cat features, and he jumped down, landing on Ash's and digging in his claws. Ash grimaced but held onto Pikachu, knowing Ivysaur wouldn't let them go. Meowths weight disappeared and Ash sighed… until he felt Ivsaurs vines unwrap from around his waist, and felt the balloon go speeding into the sky, and watched Meowth grin at him evilly as Ash felt his hands slip a little.