Disclaimer: I’m afraid what would happen to pokemon if I did own it, so be lucky that pokemon belongs to Nintendo! Anyways, this is non-profit, non-copyright infringing imaginative fiction that I wrote by myself so I own it.

*Insert 4 month time jump*

Chapter 11

“I’m bored.”

I would suspect as much. Kabutops yawned. You have your dream, now. What next is there?

Yes. Pichu nodded.

Ash shrugged as he hugged all his pokemon.

That was when Jack jumped out of a tree. “I challenge you!”

“Jack, you are a pathetic trainer with an annoying girlfriend and not even a scrap of imagination. Please desist from following me.”

“Squirtle, Bulbasaur, Charmander, attack him at the same time!”

Ash jumped.

Squirtle’s Water Gun hit Charmander, throwing off his aim so the Ember hit Bulbasaur, startled, Bulbasaur’s Razor Leaves all slammed into Squirtle…

Ash landed. “That was easy.”

Jack gasped.

“What? Are you satisfied now? How many times do I have to beat you before you get the point?”

Jack glared more as Ash sauntered off. * Seriously, maybe I should just go home now. Might as well, winter traveling is not very fun… *

He climbed on Fearow’s back and they left Cinnabar for Pallet.

“Ash dear! You’re home!” Delia said, hugging her son. “I’m so proud of you! You got all the Kanto gym badges!”

“Yes, mom.”

Jacques appeared from the living room with a stack of essays. “Oh! Ash, you’re home!”

“Hi, dad.”

“Nice to see you son,” the man said, before he hurried back to his work. Being a teacher was no easy task.

Ash didn’t’ mind.

Heck, his dad hadn’t done much, and he was a desk worker, not an athlete like most kid’s. It was a shame sometimes.

Oh well.

Better than nothing, he supposed…

Ash and his pokemon went outside and tussled on the grass until his mom called them in for dinner.

“So Kabuto evolved into Kabutops?”

“Yes, dad.”

“And that pokemon – I’ve never seen it before!”

“I know; Red Eyes is one of a kind.”

The six pokemon all lazed around after dinner. It was peaceful enough, what with everyone relaxed.

Jacques hummed as he corrected essays. Some were enlightening, but most were bland, pale vanilla repetitions with no interesting points. There were, however, a few stars in each class. Thank goodness. Otherwise, he would be completely bored out of his wits. Like Jonathan Wong…

He strongly suspected the boy only recycled essays, never coming up with anything new. Ah well…

With a grim smile he marked a C- on the paper and moved to the next one. Stupid, stupid, did they really think he wouldn’t notice?

He marked another score.

Ah well…

Better than nothing.

A leaf stirred in the wind.

If a butterfly flapping its wings can create a tornado, then what of a leaf blowing gently across a lawn?

Shivers.

Ash’s first indication of wrongness was when Kabutops and Ankylosaur both grabbed an arm. The next was when they vanished.

Then, hitting the ground wasn’t pleasant either.

“Ow…”

Then, the sight of what looked awfully like a tyrannosaurus rex approaching was not helpful either.

Run! Kabutops yelled, using Hydro Pump to send the pokemon – was it a pokemon? Flying away into the horizon.

“I’m not leaving you here!”

Fine. The fossil pokemon said. But it’s not safe anymore. We are back in our days…

Looks the same to me. Red eyes nodded.

Ash gulped. * So how do I get home? *

At least you have your pokemon with you, right?

“Right.”

Cloyster, Fearow, Pichu, and Ditto were still with him as well. Ditto was excitedly looking at everything and copying it into his memory bank.

Fearow scanned for danger.

That was when an Aerodactyl charged.

THUNDERBOLT! Pichu yelled, frying Aerodactyl as Ash threw a poke ball at it. Aerodactyl was caught!

Ash took a deep breath. * Now what? *

He couldn’t heal Aerodactyl since Pokemon Centers didn’t exist…

Ankylosaur helpfully led him to a berry bush. I think these were the ones that healed HP…

Ash picked a few.

Pichu ate one just to test. Tastes fine!

“Okay then…”

Well, there wasn’t much help for it. He didn’t have his backpack on him, just his pokédex and 5 extra poke balls, and two potions. Oh dear…

Now I’m stuck in the past?

What is going on?

With a resigned sigh, Ash fed the Aerodactyl the berries. Luckily, the poke ball did conform it to obey him.

He hoped he’d get home soon.

Aerodactyl didn’t know how to help, but he did tell Ash where not to go… like the swamp.

There were tiny herds of rapid-fast meat-eaters there.

Raptorex? Something…

He should have studied more in biology when they talked about the periods…

It would be very dangerous. But the real question was, how would he get home? He didn’t even know how he’d gotten here!

End Chapter

Completed 6/4/04

Guess what? I’m busy! College life is very time-consuming. Oh, and updates have been slow since ff.net froze me again… Kuso…