A/N Hello everyone. Read, enjoy, and review.

Disclaimer: The people who own pokemon must be slow. I’ve said this a million times already, I DON”T OWN POKEMON!

Surge recovered first from the shock. “Voltorb, go!” he cried, throwing out the poke ball. There was a flash of red, and a Voltorb appeared, slightly smoldering.

“Use tackle! Pikachu, guard Joan!” Surge shouted, as the familiar adrenaline a pokemon battle brought coursed through him. The Voltorb flung itself at the Arbok on the left, but the snake pokemon sidestepped it and fired a poison sting, it didn’t seem to do much damage though. The other Arbok headed towards Joan and Pikachu, but even though Pikachu was hurt, she managed to hold it at bay with some well placed thundershocks.

“Arbok, use bite on that Voltorb!” called the male Rocket.

“Dodge and counter with a thundershock!” Surge called in reply.

“Arbok,” shrieked Cathy, “Poison sting that little rat!”

“Pikachu, use scratch, then try a thunderbolt .” Surge prayed the thunderbolt would work, he wasn’t sure if Pikachu was able to use it yet.

“CHAAAA!!” cried the Pikachu, a large lightning sprung from her tiny body, and speared into the Arbok, who promptly fainted.

Meanwhile, the Voltorb was busy battling the other Arbok, after a few unsuccessful thundershocks, countered with equally unsuccessful poison stings. “Pikachu,” screamed the blonde private, voice cracking from the adrenaline, “HELP VOLTORB!!”

Pikachu glanced at Voltorb, who was quickly tiring, with an almost inaudible, “Cha,” it quick attacked the snake pokemon.

“Chaarrarr!” bellowed the Arbok, eyes red with rage. It turned to face the yellow mouse, it fired a poison sting at Pikachu, who was too worn out to dodge.

“Pii,” sighed the small pokemon as it slumped to the ground.

“Pikachu!” shrieked Surge madly, but all was not lost, Arbok had turned around to attack Pikachu, leaving it open to attack from Voltorb “Use tackle Voltorb!” The Voltorb glared at the snake that had fainted its teammate, and rammed it in the back.

‘Arbok, move!,” Drake demanded, but the Arbok was still slow. With a loud smack! the cobra went flying straight into a tree.

Meanwhile, Joan, not being the kind of girl who sits back and watches dumbly as a big strong man saves the day, had snuck around and held Cathy in a chokehold. “Surrender,” she ordered the male Rocket. “Or your friend dies.” Sure enough, a small knife had appeared in her hand, and was pressed against the pink haired villain’s throat.

Surge, who had just returned his pokemon, stared dumbfounded. To kill someone in the heat of battle was one thing, but to kill in cold blood was another.

“Do what she says Drake,” hissed Cathy, her eyes large with fear.

Drake’s eyes darted around, at Cathy, at the two unconscious pokemon, at Surge, and back to his partner. He bowed his head in defeat, “Very well,” he said haltingly, he returned his the two pokemon, and dropped them to the ground, as well as several guns and knives.

Without moving her eyes from the spot where Drake was standing, Joan said curtly, “Private Surge, there’s some rope in the pack. Take it out and tie him up. When you’re done, bring the rope to me and pick up the weapon and pokeballs.

Surge nodded his head in agreement, and walked over to the pack. Taking out the rope, he proceeded to tie up the unresisting Rocket. Binding his hands and feet, Drake did little more than flinch. Surge was suspicious, he had to be planning something he thought, no sane person could be this calm about being taken captive. Gathering up the supplies, he tossed the rope to Joan. Cathy was more reluctant about being tied up. She tried to wriggle free from Joan’s firm grasp, and whimpered and whined when this failed. Tears gathered at her eyes, and she pouted her lips at Surge in the vain hope that he would have mercy. No such luck. Next the two’s hands were bound behind their back, and a gag wedged firmly in their mouths.

Once the rockets were properly detained, Surge and Joan had to decide what to do with them. “I think we should kill them,” Joan said, eying them coldly.” At that, Drake stiffened, and Cathy leapt, though being tied up caused her to end up falling on her side.

Surge balked, “No,” he said firmly, his eyes full of astonishment at her callousness.

She glared at him, “Why not?” she demanded impatiently, “They would do no differently if we were in their place!”

Surge shook his head, standing his ground, “Absolutely not,” he repeated, “I refuse to kill in cold blood! I don’t care what they would have done to us, we’re not killing them!”

The two stood there, glaring at each other. Neither one giving any ground. Brown eyes warred with green. Finally, Joan gave in. “Alright,” she’ll grumbled, “They can live, but,” she added, glaring at the two prisoners, “one wrong move and…” she dragged one finger across her throat to emphasize her point. The two rockets nodded, Cathy still wide eyed with fear, and Drake with seeming indifference. The man puzzled Surge, when he had surrendered he had been nervous, afraid almost. Now, it looked as if he didn’t care what happened. No matter, Surge thought, in a couple of days, they would be off his back.

“Get up you two,” ordered Joan sharply, eyes angry.

Cathy and Drake lurched to their feet. Turning to Surge, Joan continued, “I’ll lead, these two will be in the middle, and you’ll bring up the rear. Agreed?”

Surge nodded firmly and was about to say something when Joan cut him off, “Oh yeah, if they even breathe the wrong way, shoot them, and here’s some stuff for your pokemon.” She tossed him a gun, a potion and a revive.

Surge gulped, but nodded, he hoped he didn’t have to use the gun. Calling out his two pokemon, he revived Pikachu, and used the potion on Voltorb. Calling back Voltorb, he pleaded with Pikachu, who now that she was conscious, wanted nothing to do with the poke ball, “C’mon Pikachu,” he pleaded, “Get in the poke ball. It’s for your own good!”

The Pikachu considered him for a moment, then with a light, “Pi, chaaa,” hopped on his shoulder and shook her tiny head. Surge sighed dejectedly, “Oh well…” he muttered.

Joan laughed at his failure to bring his pokemon under control, and even the rockets showed signs of amusement. Bowing his head as to not show his embarrassment and anger, he muttered grumpily to himself.

“That was funny,” smirked the combat nurse, “But playtime’s over kiddies, let’s go.” Without another word, she grabbed the pack and set off down the road. The two rockets followed, and after a moment’s hesitation, Surge did too. He hoped the fort wasn’t too far away. Joan was getting on his nerves.

A/N

Yay! Part 2 is done, and it didn’t even take that long! What do you think so far? Review and let me know, criticism will only help me improve. I know Surge is out of character, but he’ll turn into that mean, yelling, paranoid maniac we all know and love soon enough. I have a few vague ideas for the next few parts and the ending, but any ideas you might have will be accepted with open arms. Thanks a million,

-Bookworm