This part was written by me, G.M. Utahraptor.  Part 2: Persian's Watch

Giovanni's Persian purred contentedly as she watched over the unconcious form of 
her Master's son and his friend. She
looked over at the fire-proof cage that held the Cyndaquil,
then at the tub-like, ultra-strong cage that held the Totodile. But she grinned 
at the real prize Pokémon: the Pikachu, still battered and bruised and bleeding 
from the battle with Nidoking. That glass holding tank is more than
enough to hold that Pikachu.

She turned her attention back to Ash, who was beginning to stir. She was to 
inform her Master the minute Ash woke up,
so she walked over to Rhydon and spoke briefly with the guard Pokémon. The 
Rhydon nodded, opened the door, and stopped a Rocket grunt, speaking tersely in 
his own tongue.
The grunt nodded and hurried down another hallway. Persian
grinned and turned back to the cage.

~*~*~

Ash opened his eyes to see a mass of luxurious cream-colored
fur in front of him. Is that a Pokémon? he wondered,
and looked up, confirming it was a Pokémon. The feline Pokémon, Persian, to be 
exact. The Persian was staring down at him, a small, feline smirk on her face.
(Well, I see you've finally woken up,) she observed in her own tongue. (My 
Master is very glad to know that you've finally awakened.) she added, the red 
gem on her forehead gleaming. Ash gave her a confused look. " Your Master? 
Where-" He looked up at the door suddenly as it slid open.
Persian about-faced and bowed her head slightly as Giovanni
walked in, followed, at a respectful distance, by Jessie, James, and Meowth.

Ash's eyes widened as he quickly tried to scoot back against the wall,
trying to flatten himself against it, but found he couldn't move. He looked over 
at Misty, who was still unconcious, then over at his Pokémon,
who were all also still unconcious, and knew he couldn't rely on their support 
as of now.

Persian grinned. This was going to be interesting indeed.