~I'm startin' to trip, I'm losing my grip, and I'm in this thing alone~ Avril Lavigne, Losing Grip

I own nothing but plot and OC people. Not Pokémon, not song lyrics.

Hi, I'm Sparkle Armida Violet Galactia-Harmonia. As in, my dad is Cyrus and I'm married to N. This is my Umbreon Luna, and my many ribbons and trophies from my extensive contest career. Huh… you wanna know how I got this scar on my neck? Well, I guess I'd better start at the beginning. You might want to get comfortable because this is a very long story. It was a bright but chilly autumn day, in my fourth period science class…

Ch.1:

"What are you writing?" Kent, the guy who sits next to me in science asks in disgust. "Nothing." I answer quickly, a little too quickly. He leans over, "Pokémon? That's so childish!" he laughs. "Shh! Not so loud! Now shut up before I Drama Slap your face in!" That didn't sound as threatening as I'd hoped, especially since in Drama our slaps make no actual contact. They look really cool though!

Anyway, back to Kent. He sits next to me in 5th period English too, and he's still grilling me. "Well? Care to explain?" I groan, "Just shut up okay! My cousin got me into it when I was younger, and I really like it okay! So does Kali, in case you were wondering. She just doesn't talk about it as much as I do."

"Samantha*, your acting so weird!" he complains, "I never said it's a bad thing!" I roll my eyes, "That's because you don't believe in it. And for the millionth time MY NAME IS NOT SAMANTHA! It's Sparkle!" I think sourly to myself.

Yes, I know my name isn't REALLY Sparkle, but I'm trying to distance myself from society and normality. But they still lock me up here for my daily six hours of brainwashing, or education as they call it. I call it boring.

I can gossip with the best of them, and I got a ninety eight percent on a geometry test seventy percent of the class failed, but I honestly don't care! My true colors are for few to see. Few meaning NO ONE!

One day, I just know I'll be a coordinator! I'm not sure how I'll be jumping universes anytime soon, but I can do it! I'm not crazy! At least I don't go out drinking and driving. If society had more people like me, we wouldn't be in debt; children would be taking advanced geometry in fourth grade, and would be working and contributing to society by thirteen. Not wasting our lives writing essays and living in whatever colorless box society dictates we fit into as teens.

I'm having a bad day if you can't tell. My mom saw a bunch of girls wearing yoga pants with rhinestones on the butt, and asked me if I wanted a pair. I noted that they cost 65$ a pair, and she just shrugged, "You want be cool right? I don't want them to bully you because you don't wear them."

I have the greatest mom ever and I HATE it. All I ask of her is acceptance of my fandom, and alone time for Fanfictions. What do I get? Popularity, expensive clothes, and everything a girl could want. I know I'm totally ungrateful, but that's not who I am! I'm combat boots (okay, everyone wears them, but I like them too.) black jeggings, purple tank tops and gray crop tops! Not slippers, yoga pants, 70$ jackets and a Starbucks cup. I don't even LIKE coffee! If I need caffeine, coke cherry zero from a vending machine will suffice.

In Geometry, my last class of the day, I get some severe writers block. "You okay Sam?" Rachel, another friend, asks. "Yeah, just no ideas. The main character just fell off a cliff and is in a coma, while her boyfriend's brother is secretly in cahoots with the evil dude and she is the only one who knows. Not sure whether to have her wake up first or have him kidnap his step-mother." Rachel giggles, "your stories don't even sound like Fanfictions the way you describe them! I'd have the two situations happen at the same time." I nod, and continue typing. I love my friends and all, and they help, but… it's just not right. They wear the same shoes, the same jackets as those others. I just can't trust them fully.

I'm in this mood all the way until I start to walk home. Then I plug in my headphones and blast away the entire bad mood. My mom may not understand my style at all, but the fact that every two months I get thirty bucks to spend solely on music I like, that's wonderfully considerate. Avril Lavigne, Kacey Musgraves, Paramore, and all the other good people of this world in a single tiny MP 3 player. That is the purpose of life.

Just as I'm getting to the best part of my newest download, Rock and Roll by Avril, a car decides it's a fucking wonderful idea to crash into a fence. Some random guy, with blue hair no less, gets out and hops the fence. And I'm literally the only person who sees it.

"Blue hair? I better check this out." I mutter to myself, several names coming to mind. I text my mom saying I'm going to the library as I follow him. I get some strange looks, but I don't stop to explain. They wouldn't believe me anyway.

The trail he takes is a simple one, down past my high-school, almost to my old middle school, and into the woods in between. Now I've never been in those particular woods. I have a good reason too. A forest between two schools? Drugs are a huge possibility. Yes I'm a goody-goody who fears everything, but when I get to the Pokémon world… oh yeah, I'm chasing somebody. Better start paying attention to where I'm going.

I can navigate forest areas pretty easily though, and the path this guy is leaving is NOT normal for someone his size. He is alone, by the looks of it, but the bushes are slashed off like a sword was used. He didn't have a sword, but he did have something in his hand. It might have been a phone, or maybe some other electronic device. I saw metal, I know that much.

I skid before a steep drop, and gape in awe. If I had known there was a huge cavern in here, I would have come out here a LONG time ago. "What in the name of-" I stop, remembering that mentioning Pokémon is a no-no.

The creepy man turns around, and I realize that it would have made no difference whatsoever. This was Cyrus, the guy who did the thing with the stuff… yeah. "… I am currently deciding whether to smack you for being an idiot, or hug you for existing." I blurt out.

A small smirk crosses his face, momentarily reliving the stone stillness. "And what is your name?"

"Spa- Samantha! But don't call me that." He rubs his temples, "Seriously?" I shrug, "Okay, I'll call you Sam. Let me guess, you love everything about my home universe, and openly believe it exists. People think you're crazy." I nod, "Yep. Exactly. It's sad. How'd you know… other than the fact that I know you?"

Cyrus motions to the giant crevasse, "That's not important. And besides, you actually saw me didn't you? No one else did. Anyway if you go deep enough into this cave, there is a constantly open, one way portal to the Pokémon world. But as such, it is quite difficult to get to without Pokémon. It's almost impossible actually." He looks back at me, "You seem knowledgeable on the subject."

"It's all I've ever known, from characters" I pause to point at Cyrus, "To types, advantages, and every battle that Ash guy has ever fought." I shrug, "it's almost like I was born there, not here."

Cyrus lets a look of surprise and fear cover his face for a brief moment, "it's quite ironic you'd say so, especially with the fact that the invisibility didn't work on you…" He starts, but then brushes it off, "Never mind. They wouldn't be so stupid as to hide her so close to the portal."

"Who?" Cyrus sighs, running a hand through his hair, "Her name was… well her name was Sparkle. She was my only daughter, and people from this dimension took her as a baby. I don't know why they wanted her, but she HAS to be alive. I'm not going to believe that she is… dead." He chokes out the last word in a flurry of emotion like I've never seen from him. Who knew this guy had a soft side?

"Funny thing is… for the longest time, I've secretly referred to myself as Sparkle, I never knew why. It just felt more me than Samantha or Sam." Cyrus's eyes go wide, "W-What?" he grabs me by the shoulder, and holds a crumpled picture up in front of me. It is of a beautiful woman, long honey colored hair in a hippie pigtail style. Her shirt is long, and lavender. She's wearing skinny jeans and… combat boots.

"She looks just like me!" I blurt out, "Except her eyes, I don't have brown eyes." Cyrus sighs, "look at me Sparkle." I look up, and he's holding colored contacts; his eyes are actually green. My green eyes. I AM from that world. YES!

Of all the people I could have been related to, Cyrus? I see where I get my attitude. I'm surprised I didn't see this coming. At least I have a good conversation starter for N! If I ever meet him. I'll pull some strings… or just have Cyrus kidnap him.

"This is getting so weird. I just thought having you kidnap the guy I like was a good idea." My phone goes off before Cyrus can comment on my insanity. I look down and read the text out loud, "Sam, the library is closed today; where the hell are you?" I quickly text back, "I'm walking some kids home. They were standing in the parking lot alone, poor dears." The reply is almost instant, "no. you. Aren't. I'll find you Samantha."

"We're going in there!" I shout. Cyrus holds me back, "It's too dangerous. Don't you have anyone you can take?" I nod, "Tex, a kid I live near. But I'll never get to his house in time! Besides, his school doesn't get out for half an hour!" I bite my lip, "Give me whatever Pokémon you have. I'll get far enough into the cave so that they don't think I'm there and hide." We stare at each other for a moment before he realizes I'm right and reach into his pocket.

Cyrus hands me a single Pokeball, "She was yours from the beginning. She isn't strong, but she already loves you. So do I Sparkle." His bright green eyes almost tear up, but he pulls himself together. I pull him into a hug, "I love you too dad." I'm taking this way too well. I guess I just always knew who I was, and I just didn't have all the details. Beggars can't be choosy I guess.

I kiss the capsule and start the long climb down the rope ladder. The darkness slowly closes in on me, until I reach the wet stone floor. I press the button on the Pokeball, and instantly a light forms an Umbreon. "I always dreamt of you Luna, now I finally get to meet you. Use flash." The rings light up, illuminating a smaller than expected tunnel.

"Come on Luna, they're already after us." I whisper. I head down the tunnel, and the little dark type scampers after me.

The walls of the cave are a dark blue, shimmery substance. Every time I brush my fingers against it, it glows. My blood in my veins glows too, the cave knows me. Luna touches the walls and glows blue too. "Going home!" I whisper, and Luna jumps for joy. "I'll race you!" she seems to say. We end up sprinting full force down the tunnel, into a dimly lit room, full of what might be statues.

Nope, those aren't just statues. In case you didn't watch that one movie; people can be turned to stone. A booming laugh covers the whole dang room. "Oh great." I mutter, and Luna takes a battle position. A giant dragon, I think it's one of Kyrums combined forms, and it looks angry.

"So a real contender this time eh?" he (sounds like it anyway) laughs. "Luna, we can't take this thing on. We're gonna have to get past it!" Luna nods. I take a breath and try to remember the moves I taught Luna in my dreams, Psychic, Flash, Bite, and Charm I think.

"Charm, use Psychic to aim!" I call out. The hearts fly toward the dragon, sending it into a tizzy. "Now Flash!" lower accuracy, and lower attack.

An ice beam flies toward me, and I jump out of the way. "That's a dirty trick!" I growl, "You want to fight? Luna, use psychic to hold it in place!"

I get half way across the cavern when Kyreum breaks free. "You insolent brat!" he grumbles, "Taste dragon Rage!"

"Luna, run!" I shout, but my efforts are in vain. She'll never make it out in time. "LUNA!" I scream in terror. I turn around, and wait for the inevitable screech of pain. But… it never comes.

"Torterra, stone edge!" an all too familiar voice calls out. "Paul?" I turn to see him holding my perfectly healthy Umbreon. "Luna!" I grab her from him and kiss her little head. Paul pulls me into the far tunnel and returns his Torterra.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. "Well miss conspiracy theory, what do you think?" I shrug, "Could be a lot of things." He face palms, "I'm your half-brother. Dad cheated on my mom about fourteen years ago, the marriage still stands. Somehow you've always been his favorite."

"Don't take it out on me! It's not my fault our dad's a jerk!" I lightly shove him. Paul scoffs, "I'm not. I'm just mad that you tried to take on a dragon beast with an Umbreon. If you were turned to stone like the rest, dad woulda killed me!" I roll my eyes, "I can't believe I'm related to YOU! My social life is dead before it even had a chance! You turned my LIFE to stone!" I kick a pebble and pout.

"What are you talking about?" I sigh, "You happen to be on the same level as dad, Hunter J, and all the other jerks of the world in some people's books. People I happen to like. I've not killed you simply because I'm grateful you saved my life. But when we get out of here, I'm cutting all ties with you, and pretending I barely know you. I may have not cared back there, but home, I care a lot about my reputation."

"I can see why you feel that way. By the fact that you couldn't even watch your Umbreon take a hit, you seem like the type." I bite my lip, "You say it like it's a bad thing."

"it's not, but it is. You're very nice, and Luna already loves you. But, you fear battles. That could hinder you. If I were to suggest a career move, I'd say coordinator." I nod, "That's actually what I was thinking!" Paul smiles a bit, "Well, you'll be good at it. I saw your trick to make sure Charm hits every time, that's really smart." But his eyes look distant, "Even so, you need to be careful, not everything in this world is how they portrayed it there."

"Thanks. You've changed a lot since your days as Ash's rival. You were always a favorite character of mine in the Sinnoh saga. You still are, in a sense. I feel conflicted a lot because of what you used to do, and the fandom has changed since then." Paul looks away blushing a lot, "Ash… he taught me so many things. It wouldn't be a stretch to say I feel like I'm in the presence of a genius when he's around. But don't tell anyone!"

Comashipping is canon, I knew it! They're gonna be so cute when I get them together! I hope dad's okay with it. Actually, I don't care!

*Samantha is not my real name. it's just the name I gave the character.