Authors - Warlordess and Miyatoriaka

Notes - So here it is, the major motion-fanfic of the century! For those who don't know, famed Pokeshipping artist Miyatoriaka drew a twelve or thirteen page comic for Pokeshipping Week 2018 based on the "role reversal" theme. After seeing a few pages, and then obsessively rereading all the pages over and over, I felt inspired to write for the first time in months, to really sit down and dedicate hours to a specific project. When I mentioned casually that I was interested in writing a fanfic version of her comic, she was immediately supportive! Since then, we've discussed the project over a few conversations and figured a lot of little details and kinks out and I was able to draft a few chapters while working which I finally had time to start typing up…

Anyway, here's hoping you all enjoy!

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Title - "An Alternate Journey"

Summary - Eleven year old novice trainer Misty starts her Pokemon adventure, best friends Gary and Ash by her side. But will she withstand every test her travels throw at her and become the greatest master trainer of all time? Fic co-crafted with famous fan-artist, Miyatoriaka!

Ages - Misty and Leaf are eleven years old, Ash and Gary are thirteen, and the adults are adult-aged so who cares about 'em? Lol.

Chapter Three - Brock

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"Misty, get back here!" Ash huffed in exasperation, gasping for air to ease his burning lungs as he and Gary continued to chase after their mutual friend. "Why would she follow Leaf like that? This is too dangerous! I mean," he paused to catch his breath again, offering the other boy a furtive glance before refocusing on the semi-dark path before them, "you know who that guy was with, right?"

"Yeah, trust me, I noticed the logo same as you," Gary replied, gritting his teeth, face darkening in thinly veiled fury. "Team Rocket… But Misty doesn't know anything about them since she only just left home…" Then he raised his voice loud enough for the redhead to hear despite the distance between them. "I just wish she'd wait for us to catch up!" he finished, lengthening certain syllables to better get across his point.

"Can't!" the aforementioned female shouted, barely bothering to turn her head as she and her loyal Eevee speedily skipped and leapt over multiple fallen brambles, thick tree roots, and otherwise uneven footing. "If Leaf thinks she can do something here then I can too! Ah! I hear something up ahead!"

The night had almost completely taken over and Misty had sto strain her eyes momentarily while they adjusted to viewing her surroundings exclusively via moonlight. She crashed through a thorny patch of foliage and entered into a clearing, where she found the man in black and what seemed to be a cohort of his, who was now in possession of the entombed Pokemon fossil. Both of them were actively battling against Leaf while the three security guards from the museum were on the ground behind her, each nursing a fainted Pokemon of their own.

"Leaf!" Misty yelled, leaping into action with Eevee in tow, however she was blown back by a gust of wind that seemed intent on driving both a physical and metaphorical wedge between the two girls.

It was Hypno against Hypno and Misty, blinded by curiosity, couldn't ignore the sudden feeling of inadequacy she felt as she watched her rival up in arms and doing serious battle with someone else, let alone a criminal.

A Hypno? Since when did she have one of those?

Ash and Gary appeared behind the redhead after clearing the obstacle course themselves but she was too enthralled by the amazing show of power before her to notice them.

"Use psychic and, when they're down, finish this up with headbutt!" Leaf commanded, throwing out an arm to point out their target before having the gall to glance at Misty over her shoulder as if just noticing her presence. "Well, if it isn't my precious little late bloomer. Actually you're just in time for once. You'll get to see my Ditty crush these two losers," she concluded proudly with an almost affectionate wink.

"Ditty…?"

Like we'll let you ruin our weeks of planning with one little Pokemon! Hypno, barrier!" the same grunt Misty had seen earlier in town growled.

It was a quick draw. Leaf's Ditty (odd sounding nickname but sure) released a blast of unnatural energy so powerful that even the surrounding atmosphere was thick with it. This energy grew, condensed into a barely visible beam that shot in the opposing psychic type's direction, shattering the mirror of light that had been erected in front of them. Then Ditty dug their stubby claws into the ground and propelled toward their somewhat dazed and injured opponent, smashing into them and knocking them backwards into a nearby tree.

Hypno fell limply to the forest floor, clearly unconscious, the man in black clicking his tongue in frustration before returning the Pokemon to their Pokeball.

"You assured the boss that this would work!" his female partner wailed angrily, shoving him in the shoulder to soothe her own ire. "Like you said, weeks of planning, right? And then we'd definitely get away with a priceless fossil that the boss would undoubtedly promote us for!"

"Look, I promised we'd escape the museum security and the cops if we followed through with my plan! I never said nothin' 'bout some snot-nosed trainer and her friends!"

"Well, either way, I did my part sneaking up on the guards' Pokemon and using mine to knock 'em out! I'm not gettin' pinched again this soon after the last time!" And thus, she haphazardly threw the artifact she'd been holding into his arms. "Here! You take it and figure out our backup plan!"

"We don't have one to figure out! And I'm not risking prison just yet either!"

Scowling, he faced the group of children who'd spectacularly fowled up his last month of impressive scheming, taking in the sight of a smirking Leaf to a courageous Misty, to a stone-faced Ash and downright furious-looking Gary.

Finally deciding that the odds were stacked too high against him, the dastardly villain tossed the fossil into the bushes nearby, grabbed his partner's hand, turned and dragged her away deeper into the woods while she screeched indignantly in protest.

"Ah! Get back here!" Misty shouted too, lunging forward as if to initiate another chase, but she was stopped just as swiftly by Ash snatching ahold of her hand and shaking his head at her. "Ash, what're you…?"

Perhaps thankfully, she was distracted from finishing her accusatory inquiry by the sight of Hypno glowing white. It seemed blinding in the darkness, their form shifting and morphing, molding and shrinking. The light faded into an odd violet blob with a humorously minorly animated expression on its face.

"Wait, that wasn't a…? What is that?" Misty asked, shaking Ash off of her and pulling her Pokedex from her pocket, flipping it open and pressing the analysis button.

"Ditto, the transforming Pokemon. Due to its unique organic makeup, it can rearrange its cell structure to transform itself into any other shape upon sight. It has a fault memory, however, and relying on it can cause it to inaccurately mimic its target. This Pokemon is one of a few species that has no gender."

"Wow…" she exclaimed in awe, unable to conceal her envy. A Pokemon that could turn into anything, huh…?

"Thanks, Ditty, you were perfect as always," Leaf told her Pokemon affectionately, bravely leaning down and further expressing her adoration with a kiss to the side of Ditto's face before recalling it to its Pokeball. Then she turned and winked at her audience, fossil now tucked neatly under her arm, "Well, Misty dear, boys, I hope you enjoyed our show. Though I'm afraid if you're looking for an encore worthy of me it might take a little while.

"Feel free to watch me as I walk away, okay?" Another wink and a suggestive puckering of her lips and she trapsed by, leaving the rest of them to follow after her.

By the time they'd made it back to Pewter's Museum of Science and Natural History, Sergeant Jenny had arrived and was alternating between barking orders at her subordinates and double-checking details from the witness statements previously relayed to her, including the three security guards who'd retreated after their Pokemon had been knocked out in order to explain the situation to their superiors and the police. At the sight of Leaf leading the group of other trainers, however, ancient and priceless artifact in her grasp, everyone and everything came to a halt.

"Oh, oh my, I can't believe it!" Penelope was the first to regain her nerve, hand over her mouth and looking downright tearful at the truly victorious outcome. "You found our project! You got it back f - from them? Oh, thank you!"

Leaf was almost instantaneously surrounded by officer and employee alike, all showering her with praise and applause, shaking her hand and calling her a hero, telling her that she would of course have unlimited free access to the Pewter museum, lifetime guarantee. And Leaf was lapping it up while Misty and her friends stood in the background.

"Yeah, I still don't like her much…" Ash muttered, but his begrudging tone belied the newfound respect he couldn't contain.

"She sure does make a lasting impression though," Gary replied softly, his tone much more accepting of how impressed he was, and he purposefully avoided eye contact with his old friend, who was suddenly sporting a half-knowing, half-disbelieving expression.

Finally deciding that she'd seen enough, Misty beckoned to Eevee and her friends, turning and heading back to the PokeCenter.

While a large part of her couldn't help but envy Leaf for becoming so unattainably strong and knowledgeable, another much smaller part of her couldn't help her pride.

At least one of them had made large strides towards their dream…

And, while nobody else could see it, the redhead smirked to herself, the next thought running through her head both courageous and frank.

She would catch up to her old friend soon enough…

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Misty spent the next two days training her Pokemon, challenging or being challenged by any local or passing trainer, especially those who'd also decided to go watch Brock battle at the gym. She still wasn't sure of the strategy she should use to face the gym leader but she was at least able to gauge the Pokemon he had in possession and what moves they knew, how strong they were.

"My Metapod evolved into a Butterfree, so I could use sleep powder to put them out… But does putting a Pokemon to sleep actually win the round?" she mused aloud the next day after lunch. Their group was currently back at the gym for another recon mission, sitting halfway up the bleachers and watching Brock beat another young trainer.

"I think regulations say the Pokemon has to be unconscious for one full minute or else must withstand three impacts from enemy Pokemon techniques before being declared unable to battle," Ash told her, brow creased as he did his best to remember the rules.

"Reall? They want me to hit an unconscious Pokemon?" Misty yelped.

"Well, Pokemon are generally able to handle a lot, otherwise being a trainer and the existence of the league and all that wouldn't be possible. But also, unnaturally induced methods of status effects - sleep, poison, freezing - are usually minor and only have very short-term effects unless there's a drastic strength difference between the one inflicting and the one inflicted, which means the latter wouldn't stand much chance against the former anyway." Noticing this more in-depth explanation didn't ease the redhead's discomfort, Gary added, "But yeah, most people just wait the minute out and have the other side forcibly forfeit the round."

"Mm hmm… I guess that makes sense."

"So what are ya thinkin'? Is today the day? Honestly, I'm kinda impressed you've been able to keep yourself from running straight up to Brock and challenging him these past couple days. I dunno if I coulda withstood that kinda wait if I was in your shoes," Ash told her with a snarky grin.

"Well, I guess that just means I have more patience than you!" Misty joked back, shuffling to her feet and sighing to calm her nerves. "But I guess I'm not gonna get much stronger or smarter than I am now, am I? So…" the redhead replied with an affirmative nod, maybe more to encourage herself as she rose to her feet rather than to further impress her decision on her friends.

Then, before anyone could continue or conclude the conversation, she was bounding over the bleachers in front of her, taking care not to knock into any of the other spectators in her excitement as she hopped from row to row in pursuit of the gym floor.

"Brock!" she shouted in between shallow grunts as she weaved and leapt her way closer, Eevee in tow. Her fists formed, shoulders tight, eyes ablaze, before pointing out the shirtless gym leader who was practically gaping at her from his earthy arena below. "I've come to beat you and get my first gym badge!"

"Uh…" the teenage gym trainer blinked, flustered by her manic enthusiasm.

"Well, that's not embarrassing for anyone," Gary commented with a hollow laugh, but Ash already had his mortified and flushed face in his hands, shaking his head half-heartedly in exasperation.

Misty vaulted over the wall dividing the seating sections and the arena floor, gasping for breath all the while. Eevee joined her moments after, looking mighty ferocious for such a small creature.

"Ah, so you're next, huh? And what's your name if I might ask?" the suddenly quite imposing teenager asked, teeth sparkling as he smiled at her and skin glistening with sweat after his previous workout.

"My name is Misty and this is Eevee, and we're gonna take on the whole Pokemon League together because it's our dream to be the best trainer in the world! You're our first step so you better be ready to lose!"

"That's some good energy I feel comin' from you two! I like it when my challengers are filled with the kind of passion you have for your dream. It makes for a good match," the teenage boy replied with what appeared to be a charming smile.

Ash, having barely recovered from his bout of secondhand embarrassment after Misty's most recent spectacle, felt an agitated tingling flare up in the back of his mind, his eyes narrowing subconsciously at the display before him.

There was no way Brock was… was there?

"Now if we're talking about dreams, I have one of those myself. You see, though my family maintains the Pewter City Gym, I don't wanna stay here running it forever. No, in fact, what I really want more than anything is…" There was a drumroll playing inside everyone's heads as they braced themselves for his answer. After all, who'd heard of a gym leader who didn't really want to be a gym leader before?

"What I really want is a girlfriend!"

Misty and Gary immediately facefaulted at such a proud (and wildly random) declaration but Ash's reaction was the exact opposite.

"What are you doing?" Gary muttered in objection, looking up as the raven-haired trainer leapt to his feet with the appearance of a man whose brain had just imploded.

And internally even it felt that way to him, his nerves snapping and muscles going rigid. He had thought for sure that, despite whatever slight paranoid concern that had crossed his mind at first, he was just reading entirely wrong into the situation, but now he couldn't help thinking it to be true…

"Well," the lean and (still) shirtless gym trainer went on contemplatively, "I want a girlfriend, but also I wanna go on a sabbatical and learn the ins and outs of Pokemon breeding. I guess that means I have two dreams, and twice as much to accomplish once I leave this place to my family…

"So let's start this battle, okay, Misty? And we can see if your passion for your dream is strong enough to take me down!"

"This is a Pokemon battle between gym leader Brock and challenger Misty for the Boulder Badge! The official rules of this gym state that the challenger may use any and all Pokemon on hand in order to defeat all Pokemon in Brock's possession. There is no time limit!" Brock's assistant explained from the sidelines, holding up both arms as he did so, then drawing them both down as if they were slicing through the air. "You may start!"

"I call Geodude!"

"Come on out, Butterfree!"

The two Pokemon appeared in a symmetrical flash of red light from across the field from each other, the bug-type floating up on their sparkling wings while the rock-type levitated in place, flexing its gravelly biceps.

"Ah, rookie mistake! Bugs have a distinctive weakness against rock-types!" Brock warned her tauntingly. "Geodude, tackle!"

"Dodge it, Butterfree! And counter with your gust!"

The rock-type Pokemon propelled itself up at its foe, who was light enough to twist himself sideways in mid-air, escaping a direct hit. Geodude was still able to clip the bug-type in one of his wings however, causing a momentary lack of control. Butterfree struggled to stay up in the sky, fluttering backwards to what seemed to be a safe distance before starting to flap his wings, the wind picking up and swirling around in response. With one final brutal thrust, Butterfree was able to push the wind tunnel at his opponent, who automatically crossed its muscular arms in front of its combined face and torso, blocking the impact from doing any significant damage.

"Butterfree, let's try your supersonic!"

"Rollout, Geodude!"

The felled bug-type shook off his recent failure and unleashed a high-pitched yet somehow hollow wail that Misty could barely make out. Geodude, however, was already on the move, tucking itself into a mostly perfect sphere and spinning in place before shooting itself at his opponent.

The supersonic appeared to miss its mark due to the increase in the rock-type's speed and, what's more, Geodude continued to swing his entire mass back and forth across the battlefield, picking up momentum and coming closer to direct impact with the bug-type with every attempt.

Butterfree dodged to and fro even without Misty's directive but he was losing ground - er, air - as Geodude continued to pick up speed, climbing drastically higher towards the ceiling until finally…

"Freeee!" the bug-type screeched out loud, falling haphazardly toward the ground after being slammed into by his opponent.

"Ah, oh no, Butterfree, quick! Use your gust to keep yourself from hitting the ground!" Misty yelped, internally admonishing herself for not thinking up a better strategy more quickly.

This battle was already reminding her of her recent discouraging loss against Leaf…

Nevertheless it worked, and the adamant wind bursting back at him helped him glide high into the sky despite his latest injuries. Unfortunately, he wasn't out of the woods quite yet because first contact did nothing but ignite further Geodude's thirst for victory.

"Keep it going!" Brock shouted triumphantly, throwing forward a fist to urge his Pokemon onward.

"String shot, Butterfree!"

White, sticky thread shot out from between the small fangs in Butterfree's mouth, the bug-type going so far as to spray it in all directions.

It didn't take long for Geodude to get caught up in the webbing, though it didn't bring him to a complete stop.

"Gust again, Butterfree!"

"Geodude, defense curl!"

The dusty wind cycle hand next to no effect on the rock-type Pokemon, something Misty was getting both used to and frustrated by. Not to mention that Geodude adding to his already stellar defense was going to make him downright infallible. And there was still that ongoing rollout technique too…

There really was nothing else for it. She would have to use her special not-so-secret strategy after all.

"Butterfree, use your sleep powder!" Misty commanded, and her Pokemon followed suit quite dutifully.

"Nice try but you can't stop Geodude that easily, especially not now!"

And it appeared that Brock's latest taunt was true, for even when slowed down by Butterfree's string shot, the previous momentum and combination of reckless power and speed it'd gained from rollout were enough to evade any targeted area of status ailing dust as it floated towards the ground from Butterfree's wings. The rock-type was out of reach way before the sleep powder drifted toward his original position on the field.

But watching her recent maneuver fail gave Misty another idea.

"Butterfree, one last time, use your gust!"

The bug-type screeched, holding himself high above the stream of sleep powder, flapping his paperlight wings rapidly, causing the aforementioned powder to dispense suddenly over a much wider range. It sparkled in the artificial light from the rafters as it landed all over the battlefield, including…

"Ah, Geodude!" Brock gaped before a mildly impressed grin spread across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded affirmatively, his Pokemon faltering mid-roll on the ground, trying to blink away the onslaught of excessive exhaustion setting in.

Misty waited the mandatory sixty seconds, not having the heart to attack a defenseless, unconscious Pokemon (no matter what mineral composite their body was made out of), before the makeshift referee raised the hand that was closest to her side of the arena.

"Geodude is unable to battle! Misty is the winner of round one!"

"Not bad at all…" the Pewter City gym trainer lamented, returning his Pokemon and repocketing the Pokeball he'd used, at the same time removing another one and holding it up.

"This next one won't be so simple for you to beat though! Truth is, I only have two Pokemon on hand that adequately produce a challenge as rock-types but this other one is my strongest and it's usually all I need to teach new trainers a lesson or two…"

Misty knew what was coming before the next words had even left Brock's mouth.

"Go, Onix!"

He launched his second Pokeball into the air where it snapped open of its own accord, scarlet light shooting out of it and forming a large scale semi-opaque mass that took up a significant portion of the gym leader's side of the field. The Pokeball flew back to Brock's hand, a ricochet effect after the release of the Pokemon held within.

"The challenger now has an opportunity to exchange their Pokemon before the new round starts. You have thirty seconds!" the referee shouted in clarification.

Misty paused momentarily where she stood, weighing her options, looking her airborne Pokemon over and assessing his damage. True, he'd been knocked around a little by Geodude's rollout but he'd been quick enough to dodge most everything else and tough enough to outlast the hurts he had received.

"Butterfree, are you up for another battle?" the redhead chose to finally ask, the bug-type twisting around and bobbing up and down in response, which seemed to indicate a 'yes'. "Alright then, let's go!"

"You got this, Misty!" Ash cheered from the bleachers, and Misty offered him a thumbs up from where she stood, only now just realizing that he and Gary had moved down to the first row of seats for a closer view.

"Round two, start!"

"Butterfree, string shot and then combine your sleep powder and gust like last time!" she ordered of her Pokemon. Why fix what wasn't broken after all?

"I told you I wouldn't make this one so easy for you to win! Mud sport, Onix!"

The giant rock snake gave a mighty roar and thrashed around, disrupting his opponent before the second phase of attack could be commenced, kicking up much that lay throughout the entirety of the arena with his tail. He flung it around, submerging the sticky threading meant to slow him down and negating its effects.

"Rock throw!"

"You gotta dodge it, Butterfree!"

Onix smashed his tail into the ground, unearthing a few boulders, curling his tail halfway around them one at a time and launching them in the bug-type's direction. Butterfree weaved left and right, barely missing multiple direct hits until, finally, he couldn't maneuver fast enough.

He careened backwards flat against the wall behind him and fell to the ground, the damage too great for him to catch himself as he went.

Misty panicked internally, running around the marked edges of the gym's battlefield boundary to get a closer look at her hurt Pokemon but was unable to get any closer, prepared for the round to be officially called in Onix's favor.

And perhaps she'd counted her Exeggcute before they'd evolved because, despite all odds as well as Butterfree's major weakness to rock-type damage, he began to cautiously and feebly flap his wings again, winnying his name as he slowly rose back into the air once more.

"Great job, you got this, okay?" Misty encouraged, Eevee apparently coaching her ally with similar words of comfort from beside her trainer. "Now try using your confusion!"

"Onix, rage!"

The rock-type roared again, his eyes appearing to glow somewhat from his suddenly unbridled fury just as a wave of psychic energy blasted against him, knocking him back a foot or two. Grime and dirt that had settled in the crevices between each of his nodes instantaneously unsettled and wafted into the air. Even more enraged after this latest attack, the earthy serpent let loose a torrent of wails and slams, beating and crumbling everything in his wake. Butterfree barely rose high enough to avoid this terrifyingly aggressive outbreak, though both he and his trainer were caught off-guard by what happened next.

"Wrap him up in your bind!"

Onix lifted himself up to his full height, encircling the bug-type with his whole body and coiling tightly around and around, crushing Butterfree from without.

There was a screech as Misty's Pokemon vanished completely from view. Seconds later, Onix unwrapped himself and dropped the nearly fainted bug to the ground.

As Butterfree landed, he automatically unleashed a toxic cloud of dust and then went completely limp.

"Oh no, Butterfree…" Misty moaned in concern, removing the aforementioned Pokemon's ball from her belt just as the referee began to make his announcement.

"Butterfree is unable to battle. Brock is the winner of round two! The challenger may have thirty seconds to choose their next Pokemon!"

"You did really well; thanks so much for everything," Misty whispered to the Pokeball in her hand after recalling her Pokemon to it. "I promise I'll get you some treatment after this."

She then took a few seconds to weigh her options. Onix's defensive stat was so high that most of her Pokemon were going to have trouble doing any damage. It was the very same problem she'd acknowledged since the beginning but it was even more evident now as she experienced the situation firsthand. She had originally hoped that the ingenuity of her sleep powder strategy would be enough to carry her team straight through to complete victory but she knew that chances of that were rather slim…

"Fifteen seconds, challenger!" the referee warned her.

"Eevee vee eev eevee!" her starter Pokemon yelped from her wide, nudging her in the ankle to get her attention.

"It's nice that you wanna help but I don't know how much you'll be able to do… And I don't want you… getting hurt too, like Butterfree did… or like what happened to you before when you fought Squirtle, you know?" Misty reminded the fox-like Pokemon with a sigh. She was quite surprised when Eevee not only stood her ground but ended up leaping into the fray without her trainer's say-so.

"Wah, Eevee! But…" the novice trainer called out but her Pokemon twisted her head around, offered one last confident bark of her own name in her direction before marching on. "Well then… heh, I guess I choose Eevee!"

"Round three; start!"

"Tackle, Onix!"

"Eevee, use your growl!"

Despite his size, the rock-type Pokemon seemed rather put off by the smaller one's throaty howl. He still pursued a direct hit with his physical techniques but Eevee bounded sideways, sliding in the dirt, and the tackle missed.

"Sand attack!"

It took much effort on Eevee's part as she rocked back and forth on all fours, kicking up at the earth with her paws until a decent dusty smog hit the air, bellowing up into Onix's face, causing him to roar and blink his eyes rapidly in discomfort, wrenching sideways while he waited for his vision to clear.

"Now's your chance, Eevee! Tail whip and then quick attack!"

The normal-type Pokemon hopscotched around on all fours, wagging aforementioned tail back and forth, before grinding her paws into the ground. Then, using that friction as a base, she dashed off at high speed, leaping up onto the closest boulder-fragmented portion of Onix's body, shooting up and up until she was close enough to smash him in the face.

"Again! And again!"

Eevee bounded to and fro in less than a second per command, so instantly that Brock hadn't even drawn his breath to utter a counter just yet.

Onix, made of rock though he was, did seem to be looking a little short of breath. Misty was just starting to think that she and Eevee would be able to win this without having to call on any other Pokemon when…

"Onix, rage!"

The rock snake's eyes glinted red and he unleashed a full, deep cry, much the same as the first time he'd been ordered to use that technique. His sudden flailing maneuver forced Eevee to evacuate, and she dodged one last earthy jab by flipping backwards and landing on all fours without a scratch.

"Rock throw!"

Now on the defensive, Eevee dodged as one - two - three! - giant masses were thrown haphazardly her way. Soon the whole battlefield was covered in smog from the dusty ground, so thick that neither trainer could see their Pokemon.

"Eevee!" Misty shouted desperately.

"Onix!" Brock's tone was quite similar.

"Eevee, if you can hear me, hit 'em with your quick attack a few more times!"

"Not gonna be quick enough! Harden, Onix!"

They were finally able to make out two distinctive shadows as the dust around them really began to settle and it looked at first like Onix was starting to buckle under Eevee's repeated full body barrages but the smaller Pokemon let out a high-pitched yelp as the rock-type noticeably upped his defenses, stature growing stiff in response to Brock's order. The normal-type bounced off her opponent and fell backwards, rolling into the dirt.

"Rage again, Onix!"

It was over so quick, Misty felt winded by the results. Eevee fainted and she went to pick her Pokemon up, carrying her over to Ash and asking him to watch over her for the duration of the battle. Knowing that her starter had willingly made such a sacrifice for the sake of their dream unnerved her some but it mostly left her feeling resolved to not let such a thing go to waste.

Between the type advantage and the sheer massive physical and defensive power, Onix continued to successfully fell most of Misty's other Pokemon, usually in two to three shots a piece. They did their best to each whittle away at his energy before they were knocked out until, finally, only one was left.

Her last hope…

"Go, Gastly!"

Round seven. If she didn't win this one then she'd be defeated and have to try for her first badge again another day. After all the training she'd done, all her observations, all of her Pokemon's efforts, after her loss to Leaf and subsequent first row seat to her rival demolishing Team Rocket's theft at the Pewter Museum of Science and Natural History...

"Let's start this off with your confuse ray!"

There was a flash of blinding light that left Brock's Pokemon looking moderately dazed. Onix swayed from his massive height but didn't buckle entirely. The gym leader, acknowledging that most of his Pokemon's attacks would be rather useless, did what he could to strategize around it.

"Rock throw!"

Unfortunately his Pokemon didn't seem to hear him properly, instead slithering forward before ramming himself straight into the far wall.

"Onix?! Snap out of it! I said you have to use your rock throw on Gastly!"

Knowing better than to wait for Brock's voice to get through, Misty decided to take advantage of the situation.

"Use your lick attack!"

Gastly floated dutifully up towards his opponent's face, a prime target for a nice sick lick, guffawing all the while. Onix seemed to stare through him as he approached, appearing both absent-minded as well as short of breath, and neither affect seemed to improve after the ghost-type made contact.

Onix, I said use your rock throw! C'mon, buddy!" Brock shouted from the ground.

Perhaps it was due to Brock's soothing (yet uneasy) tone finally reaching him, or perhaps he was simply so grossed out by Gastly's slimy organ streaking across his face, but his vision seemed to immediately clear and he shrieked throatily, going on the offensive and launching a few boulders at the ghost-type's speedily retreating and gassy back as it trailed away.

Gastly evaded by altering his visibility, fading in and out of sight and appearing in multiple different areas of the gym, once or twice even sneaking up on Ash and Gary (causing the former to vacate not only his seat but that entire section of the bleachers in mere seconds).

If the ghost-type's uproarious laughter was not indication enough, his level of distraction being so high that he couldn't be bothered to listen to his trainer's next directive, cost them their opportunity to maintain a purely offensive position.

"Darn it, I told you to use hypnosis, Gastly!" Misty cried out, stomping her foot into the ground. It took her three attempts just to be heard and Brock and Onix weren't having it anymore.

"Just keep using your rock throw, okay? Gastly can't dodge forever!"

And the gym leader was right. Despite his ability to turn invisible at will, Gastly still maintained a semi-corporeal body, and his attempts at escaping a direct his were eventually thwarted by his opponent digging up and utilizing the entire battlefield against him.

Gastly smashed into the wall behind him, pieces of it crumbling to the ground in retaliation. The ghost-type appeared to be downright winded - flattened - where he landed before popping back into full form and gravitating dazedly back towards the center of the arena.

He seemed to turn more serious after taking some decent damage, eyes glowing a smoky violet as he attempted to use his hypnosis after all, however Brock told Onix to avert his gaze, which caused it to fail.

"Don't waste any time, Gastly; try your night shade instead!"

The gaseous smog floating around the ghost-type seemed to size and shudder, the lights all around the gym fluttering from up in the rafters. There was an eerie shift in the environment and the energy around them all before Onix seemed to be smacked by a mostly invisible wave of dark power, the impact sending him flipping backwards. Just as he was crawling back to his full height, another burst of unearthly energy careened into him, and he crashed back into the wall behind him.

"Onix, counter with your rock throw!"

The two Pokemon were both up in arms, using their natural element to try and take the other out over the next several seconds. Everytime Gastly let loose another round of night shade, it would shoot straight into the newest boulder Onix had dug up from the ground, shattering it to pieces but otherwise dissipating harmlessly. Likewise, the rock-type's onslaught was useless in reaching the ghost-type Pokemon, though not lack of trying. Alas, any boulder that happened to successfully make it past wave upon wave of elemental power was dodged by Gastly anyway.

It was watching this transpire over the following few seconds that gave Misty an idea.

"Gastly, stop what you're doing and just listen to my directions… Go left now!" the redhead shouted aloud, watching her Pokemon follow her latest orders to a tee. "Now go right! And… right again! Left now! Left! Right… Now use your sucker punch!"

With each specific instructive shout, her Pokemon phased forward on the battlefield a little at a time, perching in mid-air just long enough for one of Onix's impending attacks to get within a few inches of impact before being told to move again, and each maneuver got him closer and closer to his target, hiding behind the hurled boulders to conceal his location and eventual trajectory.

The gaseous smog swirling around Gastly darkened and tightened up into what appeared to be a clenched and gnarled fist, smashing into Onix's stoney face and sending him careening to the ground. For the last time, dirt was loosened and lifted up due to the ferocity of the battle taking place before settling once more where it had come from.

Brock returned his family's precious momento Pokemon to his ball, waving at the referee to call the final round and the victor's name.

"Onix is unable to battle! The winner of the round, the battle, and the Boulder Badge, is the challenger Misty and her team!"

Gary rose, cheering and clapping, Ash let out a whooping holler, still carefully holding the now barely conscious and still wounded Eevee in his arms. Gastly was rolling around the arena, laughing outrageously to himself, and Misty continued to stand there in the middle of the challenger's box, hardly daring to believe what seemed to have transpired.

"I… we… won?"

The question came out breathless, almost pained. Her last ditch strategy had somehow panned out and earned her the win? She'd gotten her first badge? She'd… finally proven herself as a professional trainer!

"We won! We won!" she screeched, hopping and dancing around, repeatedly pumping her fists into the air, Gastly swooping in and twirling joyously around her. We did it! Yay!" And she ran towards the area of the bleachers where her friends stood waiting for her, Ash squaring his shoulders and losing all functionality in his limbs as Gastly came near, relinquishing Misty's Eevee to her so they could properly celebrate their victory together.

It was, in fact, after she'd called Gastly back to his Pokeball (causing Ash to loosen up) and while her starter Pokemon was affectionately and softly licking her cheek that Brock thought it was finally time to approach them all.

Misty nuzzled Eevee's forehead before giving her to Gary, turning and waiting to receive her prize. But to her confusion, Brock took her by both hands and pulled her close. She felt a rippling shock course through her but it faded immediately when Brock opened his mouth to speak.

"Misty, I…" he began but was interrupted by a balking, apparently infuriated Ash.

"Excuse you!" the raven-haired trainer squawked, eyebrows twitching madly, skin and brain aflame with… with something as he quickly intervened between gym leader and challenger, pulling Misty backwards and freeing her from Brock's dastardly grip.

"Um…" the redhead began in befuddlement.

"Ah," the rock-type trainer responded knowledgeably, "so the headstrong, over-protective, jealous boyfriend comes to the rescue."

The words flew from Ash's mouth in a flighty rage before he could stifle them.

"I'm not her boyfriend!" And, to further prove such a fact, he willingly stepped away and let the two of them get on with their business.

Misty appeared to have a delayed response after the strange scenario that had just occurred between herself, the gym leader, and her old friend. Nevertheless, she shook it off after a few more moments of half-baked contemplation and resumed her conversation with Brock, clearly ignoring a still furious Ash, who was stomping around and muttering to himself in the background while Gary smirked at his odd behavior.

"You've got a good team with you, Misty. May you never forget that this badge," he told her as he revealed the shimmering circular item, "was earned through the use of your combined power and not just your personal wit alone. It's important to rely on teamwork and to honor everyone's sacrifices. Your Eevee, your Butterfree; they knew how important this victory would be to you and fought despite their weaknesses."

"Yeah, it was probably thanks to Butterfree that you beat Onix at all, ya know?" Gary mentioned from the background.

"Wha'd'ya mean?" she asked in confusion.

"You didn't notice?" Ash replied, having recovered from his recent temper tantrum, or perhaps he just felt as though he needed to be included in the conversation. "When he fell to the ground and fainted, Butterfree released some of his poison powder. It drifted up and infected Onix. That's why your Pokemon's normal physical moves began doing more and more damage; because he was weakened by poison."

"Wait, really?" And, to think, it had still taken the rest of her team to knock Onix out...

"Anyway, here ya go! You've definitely earned this," Brock relented, handing the shimmering gray pin over to the redhead and watching her eyes slowly widen in awe, her lips starting from slack before curling upward into a relieved smile.

She accepted the token of her victory and couldn't contain her whoop of glee, throwing up her hand holding the Boulder Badge into the air as if to show it off to the world. She then took a moment to show the badge to Eevee, who cheered her own name from the safe haven of Gary's arms.

Her next step to becoming the world's greatest Pokemon Master was complete. And so, her adventure would continue on.

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Notes - And so, trainer Misty has earned her first Kanto League badge! What will be her next adventure? Will she have to battle Leaf again anytime soon? And will she learn anything about the evil Team Rocket organization that everyone else seems so wary of?