(OMG Poke!lock! I haven’t written one of these in ages :D thank you so much – I hope you like it!)
John Watson lay on the grassy hill, staring up at the clear Johto sky. The wind whirled calmly through the grass, whipping John’s hair gently across his forehead. John was dressed in plain travelling gear: his jumper and jeans were dirty and ripped, but John was relaxed as he dozed on the hill. Gladstone, his Growlithe, chased his tail in circles a way away from John by some trees. He grew dizzy after a while and flopped onto his side, barking quietly at an overgrown bit of grass.
Suddenly, a shadow leapt out at Gladstone; the fire Pokémon growled, jumping into an attack position. The shadow morphed into a sleek purple Espeon, its ear fur staying eerily still in the wind. Gladstone’s back arched, and he showed his fangs to the newcomer. Espeon just rolled his eyes and sat down to watch the silly dog get excited over nothing.
Espeon’s owner, Sherlock Holmes, ignored the two Pokémon, walking over to John, who was still in a light sleep on the hill. Sherlock smiled.
John opened his eyes slowly, then jolted awake as he recognised the other person. “Sherlock! How long have you been stood there?”
“Ages.” Sherlock lied. John went red and stood up, glaring at the taller boy.
“You could have woken me up.”
“Why? I like your sleeping face.”
John shivered, blushing redder. Espeon walked up to the humans, curling around Sherlock’s ankles and clawing protectively at the long black travelling coat his owner wore. Sherlock held out a hand to the Pokémon, and Espeon ran up his arm, perching on Sherlock’s shoulder. His deep purple eyes bored into John’s head. John crouched back as Gladstone put a paw on John’s foot. The dog Pokémon glared at Espeon.
This is my human. he growled.
Espeon scoffed. So? I’m not going to steal him. Just keep him in line.
Sherlock still stared at John. “So why are you out here?”
“I’m having a rest. I have five gym badges now.” John flipped his badge case open, displaying his Johto and Kanto badges proudly – 8 of Kanto (third in the Indigo League) and 5 of Johto.
Sherlock smirked. “You’re rather slow.” he flipped open his own case, displaying 8 Kanto badges (second in the Indigo League – lost to one Jim Moriarty) and 8 Johto badges. John’s heart sank.
“How are you ahead of me?!”
“Maybe I’m just better.” Sherlock shrugged.
John scowled. “We’ll see about that. Gladstone, heel!” he ran away from Sherlock, picking up his bag as he and Gladstone sprinted into the forest.
Espeon rubbed his whiskers against Sherlock’s cheek. The human smiled. “He needed a push.” he slowly walked into the forest after his friend, eagerly awaiting the journey ahead of them.