Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2

Forest fire

" Finally." Gary muttered as he filed the last report on the Pokemon he had been studying.
He sighed, and his gaze drifted to the half Pokeball on his desk.

Ash.

Wonder how he was?

Suddenly, a nurse barged into his office. " Doctor!"

Gary looked up from his desk. " Yes?" The young researcher asked.

" Professor Rowan's calling you! There's a young Pokemon trainer who's hurt his leg bad! But he doesn't want any help, which is why Professor Rowan thinks you can help!"

Gary stood up. " I'll be there!"

He ran out of his room and to the room a researcher was in front of. The two exchanged a nod before Gary turned the knob and opened the door.

There, on the table, was a certain raven haired boy with a baseball hat slapped on his head and a black shirt with a blue jacket on top.

He was wearing jeans and sneakers.

And on his shoulder was a Pikachu.

" Ash?!"

The boy looked up. " Oh hi Gary fancy meeting you here."

Gary gave him a deadpan look. " Ash I work here."

" Oh. Good." He leapt off the table. " Well nice to chat but I have to go somewhere. Let's go Pikachu."

" Pika!* The rodent said as he obeyed his owner.

Gary crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe as Ash attempted to hobble past him. Pikachu perched loyally on Ash’s shoulder, his little face showing a mix of concern and determination to follow his trainer no matter what.

Professor Rowan, standing a few steps behind, cleared his throat. "Ash, I strongly advise against walking on that leg. A twisted ankle can get worse if you don't rest it properly."

Ash waved off the concern with a lopsided grin. "Relax, Professor. It's not like someone else I know would let an injury stop him." He shot a pointed glance at Gary, his tone playfully accusatory.

Gary arched a brow, not moving from his spot in the doorway. "Just say my name, Ash," he said flatly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

Ash smirked, shifting his weight to his uninjured leg. "Fine, Gary. You wouldn’t let a little thing like a twisted ankle stop you, so why should I?"

Gary pushed off the doorframe, walking closer to Ash with a skeptical look. "First of all, I’m not running around catching Pokémon with a busted ankle. Second of all, I actually know when to sit down and let myself heal. And third—" he pointed to Ash’s ankle, "—that doesn’t look like just a ‘little thing.’ Sit back down, Ash."

Ash’s smirk faltered slightly as Gary’s words sunk in. "It’s fine, Gary. I’ve had worse," he said, trying to sound casual but wincing as he shifted his foot.

Gary caught the wince and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Pikachu," he said, addressing the Pokémon on Ash’s shoulder. "Help me out here, buddy. Your trainer’s being stubborn again."

"Pika-pika!" Pikachu chirped, clearly agreeing with Gary. The yellow rodent hopped off Ash’s shoulder and onto the table, facing his trainer with a determined look.

Ash frowned, looking between Pikachu and Gary. "Traitor," he muttered under his breath, though there was no real anger in his voice.

Gary smirked, placing a hand on Ash’s shoulder and gently guiding him back toward the table. "It’s called teamwork, Ash. Something you’re supposed to be good at, remember?"