Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything. You know, like Pokemon, Dragon Ball Z, Yu-Gi-Oh, or anything else really worth my time. I just own my brain and a few characters.

A/N: Ash is 18, Misty is 20. Misty comes to visit Ash. And , no, it is not based on something else. The first chapter might be similar to one of my faves, though. I don't know how this will work out, yet.

Chapter 1

Misty in Pallet

Ash was sitting at home, playing video games. Suddenly, right when he was about to beat the final level, the doorbell rang, distracting him and making him lose. I'd better go see who it is. Mom's probably still at the store. But it's too early to be Misty. I wonder who it is, he thought, reaching for the doorknob. He opened the door.

"Yes? May I help you?" Ash said.

"Ash, you don't even recognize your best friend?" the girl standing in the doorway said.

"Misty?" Ash asked.

"Yep. I haven't seen you in awhile," Misty said.

"What's with all the bags? Are you staying for a few weeks or a year?"

"A few weeks."

"You sure?" Ash asked, carrying in a pile of bags as tall as he was.

"Ash, I still have my mallet, so shut up if you want to stay safe," Misty said. Not that I'd actually hit him. It just shuts him up when he's starting to bug me.

"Um, ok, Mist," Ash said nervously.