This is a small fic I am working on (well duh!) and I
thought I would post it.  I need alot of comments and this
fic needs alot of work so any help is appreciated.  Thankyo.

(Standard Disclaimer here)

The Unwilling Champ.

Springtime in Colorado is very beautiful. The various birds
are abundant, the sun is shining and the temperature is
never too hot. This is the type of weather that families
love to share outside. However, one resident decided not to
go out and instead lounge on the couch with his favorite
game as his sister looked disgustedly over his shoulder.

The silence was broken as his sister finally gave in. "You
are going to give your self a tumor if you keep playing that
all the time." She shouted.

"Oh, shut up, Brittany," Brandon said. "You're just jealous
that I'm farther in the game that you."

Brittany scoffed. "Yeah, right." She mocked. "How many
pokemon have you captured?"

"One hundred and forty nine."

Brittany face faulted. "Uh huh, right. Let me see."

Brandon brought up the game boys' pokedex and showed his
sister as she nosed in his way. "See?" Brandon asked.

Brittany was at a loss for words. "Uh�I�I bet I can beat you
in a battle." She finally spit out.

A broad grin grew over Brandon's face as he pulled out a
game link cable. He plugged it into the side of the game boy
with out looking at her. "You're on." He said.

Brittany left and came back shortly with her game boy and
her game and plugged them in.

Soon the battle was raging and it was obvious that Brandon
was winning from the expression on his sister's face. "Y-you
didn�t tell me that ALL of your pokemon were level 100!"
Brittany shouted.

Brandon grinned as his Dragonite knocked out his sisters
Cubone. "You never asked." Brandon said simply.

As soon as the battle was over Brittany disgustedly set her
game boy down and began to storm off.

"Where do you think you're going?" Brandon said as he reset
his game boy. "We made a bet."

Brittany stopped and turned around. "We never bet on
anything." She said smugly.

For once Brandon had no comeback. "Yeah but�but�" he
stuttered frantically as his sister left the room. Then he
got an idea. Good old' black mail. "If you don�t give me
something I'll tell dad that you're dating someone who's
22."

"You wouldn�t." Brittany said horrified.

"Try me."

Brittany's fists were clenched and she couldn�t stay still.
"What do you want?" she growled.

"Do all of my chores for a week." Brandon said as he left
the room. "And do them well."
After Brandon was out of earshot Brittany said. "I wish he'd
get sucked into that stupid game of his."

If she knew the wish would come true, she probably would
have regretted saying that.

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There are few sounds to be heard at three a.m. Yes, there
are, but very few. Among these sounds are cats wailing, dogs
barking, maybe even a bird or two, but no one expects to
hear an audible game boy bleep.

Brandon had his game boy out and was busy tying to find the
last pokemon he needed in his collection, a Pinsir. But due
to his sleep-depraved mind and the fact he had the red
version of the game, he wasn�t finding one. Finally tiring
of the hunt Brandon decided to turn off the game and get
some sleep. But to his amazement, the game wouldn�t turn
off.

"What the?!" Brandon cried as he frantically tried to get
the system off. He even took out the batteries but the game
boy stayed on.

Then, a very beautiful woman with long red hair and wearing
red armor appeared on his black and white screen. "Hello,
Brandon." She said in a digitized voice. "Remember me?"

Brandon's eyes widened in fear yet he couldn�t let go of the
game boy. "D-Din?!" he asked incredulously. "No way."

"Yes way." Din said as she beckoned him. "Follow me. I have
something I need to show you."

Brandon tried to scream as he was sucked into the Game boy
but found that his throat was closed. Next came the
sensation of falling. It seemed to take forever, but finally
he landed with a bump. When he opened his eyes he was no
longer in Colorado. "Where?" he asked.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Din looming over him.
"You are in Pallet." She said in a disturbingly calm voice.
"And you are about to start your Pokemon Journey."

"Riiiiight." Brandon said. "And I bet I get six pokemon
right from the start."

"No," Din said. "you get four. You will get your fifth from
the professor."

Brandon looked over his shoulder at where Din was pointing.

Din continued, "On your belt you will find five pokeballs
and your game boy. The game boy is not a game boy though. It
is your own personal pokedex. Okay? Any questions."

Brandon raised his hand out of habit. "Am I dreaming?" he
asked. Din shook her head.
"Nuts. And, how do I get home?"

Din let loose an evil grin. "Simple. Beat the elite four."

Brandon felt like crying as he watched Din fade away. For
most trainers it took years to even get to the elite four.
But to beat them? He hauled himself to his feet and started
on his way.

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Professor Oak looked at his list for the third time, making
sure that he hadn't missed any beginning trainers.
Unfortunately he had, one Brandon Wallace. "What ho?" he
said as he noted the door to the lab opening. A young man
about sixteen or seventeen fell in and scurried toward the
professor.

"How many freakin' battles can take place in a ten foot
area!?" Said the youth.

The professor looked him over. Aside from the burns, soaked
clothes and grass stains on his face he looked to be an able
trainer. Oaks gaze wandered down and stopped on the
pokeballs attached to the teen's belt. Five of them, the
professor noted. "Can I help you young man?" he asked.

"Yeah," the boy said hesitantly as he looked out the window
at the carnage outside, "I�m Brandon Wallace�"

"Ah!" the Professor interrupted. "You must want your
pokemon."

Brandon watched the Professor walk over to a small domed
console in the middle of the room. He pressed a few buttons
on it and the glass dome separated as a single poke ball
came up through one of the many holes. The professor picked
it up and trotted over to Brandon. "Here is your
Charmander," he said. "Take good care of him."

Brandon's mind blanked out as he took the pokeball from the
professor. <Charmander!?> he thought. <But Din said she gave
me some of my games pokemon. I had a Charizard.>

"May I ask you a question?" the professor asked. He didn�t
wait for an answer. "Are those pokeballs on your belt empty
or do they contain pokemon?"

"Pokemon." Brandon said simply. "But I don�t know what
kinds."

The professor heard the door chime and he looked over
Brandon's shoulder. "Well, why don�t we find out?" he said
as he walked over to the new arrival. "Brandon, I'd like you
to meet Jenn."

Brandon turned around, still in a daze, and nearly passed
out at the sight. Standing before him was the most beautiful
girl he had ever seen.  Her blonde hair fell to her waist
and she seemed to have the perfect figure. "Uh�hi." He said
stupidly.

Jenn put her hands on her hips. "Hey!" she said. "You didn�t
tell me he was and adult. And he has six pokemon to boot.
He's not a beginning trainer."

"Yes he is." The professor argued. "He came in and got his
Charmander today. Those other ones are probably pets of his
family."

Jenn looked down at the ground. "Yeah, I guess you're
right." She admitted. "But he's still an adult. I do want to
fight him though."

By this time Brandon was back to his senses. "I'll have you
know that I'm only seventeen. How old are you?"

Jenn blushed. "S-sixteen." She said. The blush faded as
quickly as it appeared. "Enough chat. Are you ready to
lose?"

Brandon raised an eyebrow at Professor Oak as Jenn took her
pokeball out of her pocket. "You see," the professor began,
"Every beginning trainer battles another beginner to get
their first experience points. Jenn was the only on left
out�since you were late."

"Okay," Brandon said reluctantly, "Here goes nothing. Your
move Jenn."

Jenn pushed the little white button on the poke ball and
threw it as it grew. "Go, Squirtle!" she shouted. A small,
blue turtle like pokemon burst out of the ball and assumed a
fighting stance.

"Squirtle squirt!" it said.

Brandon hesitantly grabbed a pokeball off his belt and did
the same. "Pokeball, go!"

To be continued�

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Thanks.

-Sel