A Beating Heart, Part 4
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moon_blitzTitle: A Beating Heart
Fandom: Pokemon (gameverse)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or the characters associated with it.
Pairing: Silver/Wally
Characters: Wally, Silver
Summary: War can bring the most unlikely of people together. A town under enemy occupation isn't always the safest place to be, but sometimes it's the place where love can be found.
Author's Notes:kuruk, sorry this final part took so long to complete! Thank you for the wonderful prompts which inspired this fic, and I hope you enjoy it!
Part 4
Wally lounged on his bed, only half-watching the TV that sat in the corner of the room. It was showing a live broadcast of the latest challenger to face the Kanto Elite Four, and the pre-teen girl was doing a fine job. Not that it mattered much - the Gym Leaders and Elite Four members were just people loyal to the Rockets who had started the attack, and the shattered Pokemon League had been revived to project an air of normalcy in the occupied regions. He had no idea how the people there put up with such an obvious lie.
“Look at that, Kirlia,” he murmured softly as the girl’s Blastoise took down the last Pokemon of the Elite Four and promptly celebrated, “They’re a great team, the same as us. It’s amazing how such bonds can develop in times like these…”
“Kirlia, la.” his Pokemon replied, snuggling closer. Patting her head fondly, Wally wondered what would happen to the girl. Would she be forced to join the Rockets, or would her beloved Pokemon get taken away? It was a question he couldn’t answer. It was a question he might not want answered.
“La?” Kirlia lifted her head from his chest and looked towards the door. The teen did the same, wondering if he was going to be scolded for watching TV when he should be asleep. The staff out front didn’t seem to care what he did as long as he didn’t cause trouble, but that could change in an instant.
As expected, the door opened, but the person on the other side wasn’t who Wally had been expecting.
“Si-er, Captain Silver…?” he said softly, scrambling off the bed and taking a few steps towards the older teen. Wally wanted to shout, to run into Silver’s arms and never leave, to cry, be he couldn’t. The room could be bugged, and he didn’t want to do anything to further jeopardize his stay here.
Silver stared back at him for a moment, then calmly entered the room and shut the door behind him. Neither spoke for a moment, and only the low chatter from the TV broke the silence.
“Wally.” the young man started, then hesitated. The teen stood frozen, unable to speak or even think properly. His joy at seeing the captain was tempered by everything that had happened since they last met, and it all resulted in a churning panic in his stomach. What was he to do?
“Wally…” he repeated, and his calm expression began to crumble. A moment later Wally’s face was pressing into his shoulder, and Silver was giving him a tight hug. “Idiot…Didn’t I tell you not to call me captain? And what were you thinking, fighting a resistance member like that?!” Silver growled, but the teen knew he wasn’t really upset.
The panic in his stomach had eased slightly since Wally took Silver’s action as a sign that the room wasn’t bugged. But there were other issues to address. “I…I’m sorry!” he sniffed, trying to hold back tears. Distantly, he felt Kirlia hug his leg, adding physical support to the mental support flowing through him.
“I’m sorry…” he said again, allowing the tears to fall as Silver loosened his embrace. “I-I just w-wanted to pr-protect everyone…Didn’t m-mean to get you in tr-trouble…” There was more to say, but he was crying too hard to talk. The stress and pain and fear that he had been holding in since the night of the attack burst out all at once, and he clung to Silver for support. Wally didn’t want to ever be apart from him like that again, no matter what happened or how unlikely that possibility was.
Silver guided him to the bed after a minute or two, comforting the teen with both soft words and a gentle hug. Kirlia joined them as well, and their combined efforts eventually helped stop his tears.
“Sorry…” Wally muttered, feeling a headache start to build behind his eyes. Silver just snorted softly and held out a handkerchief, sitting quietly beside him as the teen cleaned himself up a little. Handing it back with a hesitant smile, he worked up the courage to ask, “You rescued me, right?”
“Yeah.” the captain replied quietly, removing his cap and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his uniform. “As soon as word came in about the attack, I came to find you. Arrived just in time to help capture that resistance member and a bunch of others, otherwise they would have escaped.”
“How did you get here so fast?”
“Borrowed a Pidgeot. They can fly at incredibly fast speeds, and, as it turned out, are useful in fighting Blaziken.” Silver looked a little smug at that, but his expression turned serious again after a moment.
“Oh…Um, thank you for coming, even if it got you in trouble.” Wally said awkwardly. Silver had basically saved his life, since Gengar had been an equal match for May’s Pokemon. Without the ghost Pokemon and the captain’s timely arrival, he would have died. Thinking about that made the teen remember all the thought he had put into the odd relationship that existed between them. Was now the time to raise the matter? But if not now, when?
“The punishment was worth it.” Silver replied stiffly, and Wally smiled a little. It was just like him to brush off any thanks like that. “Are you fully healed, then? What are you going to do now?”
The teen frowned at that, the bed creaking as he shifted. “Yeah, I’m pretty much healed. And…I don’t know.” The villagers clearly didn’t want him, and he doubted his family would move just to accommodate him. For all he knew, his parents were dead, and returning home alone was dangerous. He paused, taking a deep breath before asking what might be the most important question of his life. “If…If the army allows it, can I stay with you?”
“Stay with me?” Silver repeated, looking surprised and confused. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Because…Because I don’t want to be away from you ever again. I know it sounds weird, but I really like you and I want to stay with you if at all possible.” Wally said quickly, dropped his gaze to the floor and hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. Colonel Oak’s words ran through his mind, and the teen bit his lip. He knew Silver didn’t consider him his pet, but if everyone else saw it like that, then Wally would just have to find some way to live with it.
“You like me…? Even after I took Ralts from you and treated you like crap?” Silver said, and Wally looked up at that.
“You were just doing your job, like any other solider would. And you didn’t treat me that bad - not like you could have. So yes, I like you, Silver.” Wally stated firmly.
The older teen looked away then, turning slightly to focus on the TV in the corner. “I don’t understand it, I‘ll admit that much.” he said after a few minutes. “But…I like you too, Wally. I never though I’d feel this way again, but something in you appeals to me. I have no idea if we can make this thing work, but I’m willing to try.”
“I’m willing to try too.” Wally said, and Silver turned back to him then, a faint smile on his face. Wally froze in surprise as the older teen leaned in and kissed him, feeling himself start to blush. The captain drew back after a moment, his own cheeks red.
“Good. Kirlia, are you ok with this?” the captain asked, looking over to the Pokemon.
“Kirlia, la. Kirlia!” Wally’s partner replied with a vigorous nod, and Wally chuckled as pleasure flowed through him.
“Yeah, she’s fine with this. Um…can you stay for a while? I’d really like that.” the teen asked hesitantly, and Silver kissed him again before answering.
“I have a meeting with Captain Maxie and a few other higher-ups in the morning, so I can’t stay the night, but I can definitely stay for a little while.” Swinging his legs onto the bed, Silver stretched out and gestured to the TV. “Please tell me there’s something better than this fake stuff on.”
“There might be. I haven’t really checked.” Grabbing the remote from the bedside table, Wally curled up next to the young man and handed the remote over.
- - -
The plane lifted off the runway as snow flurries fell, and Wally pressed his nose to the window to take in the view. A light dusting of snow covered the rubble of destroyed buildings, softening the jagged edges and scorched ground caused by five long years of war. But humans and Pokemon were working together to rebuild the city, and Wally hoped it would one day be a beautiful and vibrant place to live in like it had been in the past. He was sure that was the same hope the residents of Mauville had.
Still, the sight of the war-torn city made his heart break. Was this what the other regions had to endure? How had they managed it? Hoenn was his home, and as much as he hated leaving it, it was probably for the best. There were just as many bad memories as good memories here, and his family was as good as dead to him now. Turning away from the window as the plane rose into the low clouds hanging over the city, he sighed.
“You ok?” Silver asked softly, squeezing his knee gently. It had taken until late autumn to get permission for Wally to accompany the captain, but he had eventually been allowed to do so.
“I’ll be fine.” Wally replied, giving him a small smile. And he would be, in time. Once the heartache and the memories faded, he would come to embrace his new life. Besides, he was with Silver and Kirlia, and that was all that mattered. Feeling spontaneous, he learned over and gave the older teen a kiss on the cheek, getting a snort and a smile in return.
“We are in public, you know.”
“I know. But it’s not like anyone’s watching.” Wally responded, settling back in his seat. They were at the back of the small plane, and the other passengers were either asleep or not paying any attention to them.
“Mmm. Still. Discretion is something you better learn if you want to stay out of trouble.” Silver said with a smirk.
“I’ve been doing that for years, and look where it got me!” the teen replied playfully.
“I guess that’s true…” Silver conceded the point with a nod, looking past Wally at the clouds streaming by the window.
Knowing that it was going to be a long flight to Johto, Wally dug a book out of Silver’s bag and flipped to where he had left off. It was an unofficial history of the early years of the war by an anonymous author. He had no idea how or why Silver had such a book in his possession, but it was interesting to read about how the war began from a non-occupation army point of view. He just hoped the author had survived and was making a living for themselves somewhere.
- - -
Wally stood on the front porch of the home he and Silver shared, looking south towards Blackthorn City. Not that the settlement in the valley below could be called a city anymore, what with the massive destruction caused by a year-long siege. Silver had said the army had learned a valuable lesson from Blackthorn, a lesson they had applied in Hoenn.
Now Blackthorn was a small but vibrant town, home to a training base for new army recruits. Silver was an instructor there, and he seemed happy enough with the position. As for himself, Wally had adjusted nicely in the six months since they had left Hoenn, his health improving even further in the pure mountain air. He had made a few friends and had caught and trained some local Pokemon, but Kirlia was still his number one partner.
“Lovely morning, isn’t it?” Wally didn’t move as Silver joined him, sliding an arm comfortably around his waist.
“Beautiful.” the teen agreed, snuggling closer. Snow still clung to the mountaintops despite the warm weather, but the constant sunshine helped dispel the chill that lingered in the air.
“So, how’s it feel to be seventeen?” Silver murmured, nuzzling his neck. Wally’s birthday had been just last week, and they had celebrated it best they could on a captain’s salary.
“Good, I guess. So much has changed since my last birthday - a year ago, I didn’t even know you, and I thought my life would never change.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned since this war began, it’s that things happen when you least expect them.” Silver murmured quietly, and Wally nodded in silent agreement. There were things his lover wasn’t yet willing to share, and he accepted that. It was all he could do, really. The war had affected everyone in different ways, and he knew everyone reacted differently to their changed lives. All they could do was live as best they could.
“Did I hear a planeload of new recruits arrive last night?” he asked softly, watching Blackthorn slowly come to life in the valley below.
“Yeah, they arrived. I’ll probably have the teach the brats how to throw a Pokeball correctly.” Silver grumbled good-naturedly, then tugged Wally backwards. “Come on, breakfast is almost ready.”
“I’ll be there in a sec.” the teen replied, and he shivered slightly as his lover slipped back inside their home, taking his body heat with him. Home. Wally would have never dreamed that his home would be in a place like this, but he was happy to no longer be living under a cloud of anxiety and uncertainty.
Giving one last look out across the valley, Wally smiled to himself and went inside to see what Silver had made for them.
Part 3
Fandom: Pokemon (gameverse)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or the characters associated with it.
Pairing: Silver/Wally
Characters: Wally, Silver
Summary: War can bring the most unlikely of people together. A town under enemy occupation isn't always the safest place to be, but sometimes it's the place where love can be found.
Author's Notes:
kuruk, sorry this final part took so long to complete! Thank you for the wonderful prompts which inspired this fic, and I hope you enjoy it! Wally lounged on his bed, only half-watching the TV that sat in the corner of the room. It was showing a live broadcast of the latest challenger to face the Kanto Elite Four, and the pre-teen girl was doing a fine job. Not that it mattered much - the Gym Leaders and Elite Four members were just people loyal to the Rockets who had started the attack, and the shattered Pokemon League had been revived to project an air of normalcy in the occupied regions. He had no idea how the people there put up with such an obvious lie.
“Look at that, Kirlia,” he murmured softly as the girl’s Blastoise took down the last Pokemon of the Elite Four and promptly celebrated, “They’re a great team, the same as us. It’s amazing how such bonds can develop in times like these…”
“Kirlia, la.” his Pokemon replied, snuggling closer. Patting her head fondly, Wally wondered what would happen to the girl. Would she be forced to join the Rockets, or would her beloved Pokemon get taken away? It was a question he couldn’t answer. It was a question he might not want answered.
“La?” Kirlia lifted her head from his chest and looked towards the door. The teen did the same, wondering if he was going to be scolded for watching TV when he should be asleep. The staff out front didn’t seem to care what he did as long as he didn’t cause trouble, but that could change in an instant.
As expected, the door opened, but the person on the other side wasn’t who Wally had been expecting.
“Si-er, Captain Silver…?” he said softly, scrambling off the bed and taking a few steps towards the older teen. Wally wanted to shout, to run into Silver’s arms and never leave, to cry, be he couldn’t. The room could be bugged, and he didn’t want to do anything to further jeopardize his stay here.
Silver stared back at him for a moment, then calmly entered the room and shut the door behind him. Neither spoke for a moment, and only the low chatter from the TV broke the silence.
“Wally.” the young man started, then hesitated. The teen stood frozen, unable to speak or even think properly. His joy at seeing the captain was tempered by everything that had happened since they last met, and it all resulted in a churning panic in his stomach. What was he to do?
“Wally…” he repeated, and his calm expression began to crumble. A moment later Wally’s face was pressing into his shoulder, and Silver was giving him a tight hug. “Idiot…Didn’t I tell you not to call me captain? And what were you thinking, fighting a resistance member like that?!” Silver growled, but the teen knew he wasn’t really upset.
The panic in his stomach had eased slightly since Wally took Silver’s action as a sign that the room wasn’t bugged. But there were other issues to address. “I…I’m sorry!” he sniffed, trying to hold back tears. Distantly, he felt Kirlia hug his leg, adding physical support to the mental support flowing through him.
“I’m sorry…” he said again, allowing the tears to fall as Silver loosened his embrace. “I-I just w-wanted to pr-protect everyone…Didn’t m-mean to get you in tr-trouble…” There was more to say, but he was crying too hard to talk. The stress and pain and fear that he had been holding in since the night of the attack burst out all at once, and he clung to Silver for support. Wally didn’t want to ever be apart from him like that again, no matter what happened or how unlikely that possibility was.
Silver guided him to the bed after a minute or two, comforting the teen with both soft words and a gentle hug. Kirlia joined them as well, and their combined efforts eventually helped stop his tears.
“Sorry…” Wally muttered, feeling a headache start to build behind his eyes. Silver just snorted softly and held out a handkerchief, sitting quietly beside him as the teen cleaned himself up a little. Handing it back with a hesitant smile, he worked up the courage to ask, “You rescued me, right?”
“Yeah.” the captain replied quietly, removing his cap and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his uniform. “As soon as word came in about the attack, I came to find you. Arrived just in time to help capture that resistance member and a bunch of others, otherwise they would have escaped.”
“How did you get here so fast?”
“Borrowed a Pidgeot. They can fly at incredibly fast speeds, and, as it turned out, are useful in fighting Blaziken.” Silver looked a little smug at that, but his expression turned serious again after a moment.
“Oh…Um, thank you for coming, even if it got you in trouble.” Wally said awkwardly. Silver had basically saved his life, since Gengar had been an equal match for May’s Pokemon. Without the ghost Pokemon and the captain’s timely arrival, he would have died. Thinking about that made the teen remember all the thought he had put into the odd relationship that existed between them. Was now the time to raise the matter? But if not now, when?
“The punishment was worth it.” Silver replied stiffly, and Wally smiled a little. It was just like him to brush off any thanks like that. “Are you fully healed, then? What are you going to do now?”
The teen frowned at that, the bed creaking as he shifted. “Yeah, I’m pretty much healed. And…I don’t know.” The villagers clearly didn’t want him, and he doubted his family would move just to accommodate him. For all he knew, his parents were dead, and returning home alone was dangerous. He paused, taking a deep breath before asking what might be the most important question of his life. “If…If the army allows it, can I stay with you?”
“Stay with me?” Silver repeated, looking surprised and confused. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Because…Because I don’t want to be away from you ever again. I know it sounds weird, but I really like you and I want to stay with you if at all possible.” Wally said quickly, dropped his gaze to the floor and hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. Colonel Oak’s words ran through his mind, and the teen bit his lip. He knew Silver didn’t consider him his pet, but if everyone else saw it like that, then Wally would just have to find some way to live with it.
“You like me…? Even after I took Ralts from you and treated you like crap?” Silver said, and Wally looked up at that.
“You were just doing your job, like any other solider would. And you didn’t treat me that bad - not like you could have. So yes, I like you, Silver.” Wally stated firmly.
The older teen looked away then, turning slightly to focus on the TV in the corner. “I don’t understand it, I‘ll admit that much.” he said after a few minutes. “But…I like you too, Wally. I never though I’d feel this way again, but something in you appeals to me. I have no idea if we can make this thing work, but I’m willing to try.”
“I’m willing to try too.” Wally said, and Silver turned back to him then, a faint smile on his face. Wally froze in surprise as the older teen leaned in and kissed him, feeling himself start to blush. The captain drew back after a moment, his own cheeks red.
“Good. Kirlia, are you ok with this?” the captain asked, looking over to the Pokemon.
“Kirlia, la. Kirlia!” Wally’s partner replied with a vigorous nod, and Wally chuckled as pleasure flowed through him.
“Yeah, she’s fine with this. Um…can you stay for a while? I’d really like that.” the teen asked hesitantly, and Silver kissed him again before answering.
“I have a meeting with Captain Maxie and a few other higher-ups in the morning, so I can’t stay the night, but I can definitely stay for a little while.” Swinging his legs onto the bed, Silver stretched out and gestured to the TV. “Please tell me there’s something better than this fake stuff on.”
“There might be. I haven’t really checked.” Grabbing the remote from the bedside table, Wally curled up next to the young man and handed the remote over.
The plane lifted off the runway as snow flurries fell, and Wally pressed his nose to the window to take in the view. A light dusting of snow covered the rubble of destroyed buildings, softening the jagged edges and scorched ground caused by five long years of war. But humans and Pokemon were working together to rebuild the city, and Wally hoped it would one day be a beautiful and vibrant place to live in like it had been in the past. He was sure that was the same hope the residents of Mauville had.
Still, the sight of the war-torn city made his heart break. Was this what the other regions had to endure? How had they managed it? Hoenn was his home, and as much as he hated leaving it, it was probably for the best. There were just as many bad memories as good memories here, and his family was as good as dead to him now. Turning away from the window as the plane rose into the low clouds hanging over the city, he sighed.
“You ok?” Silver asked softly, squeezing his knee gently. It had taken until late autumn to get permission for Wally to accompany the captain, but he had eventually been allowed to do so.
“I’ll be fine.” Wally replied, giving him a small smile. And he would be, in time. Once the heartache and the memories faded, he would come to embrace his new life. Besides, he was with Silver and Kirlia, and that was all that mattered. Feeling spontaneous, he learned over and gave the older teen a kiss on the cheek, getting a snort and a smile in return.
“We are in public, you know.”
“I know. But it’s not like anyone’s watching.” Wally responded, settling back in his seat. They were at the back of the small plane, and the other passengers were either asleep or not paying any attention to them.
“Mmm. Still. Discretion is something you better learn if you want to stay out of trouble.” Silver said with a smirk.
“I’ve been doing that for years, and look where it got me!” the teen replied playfully.
“I guess that’s true…” Silver conceded the point with a nod, looking past Wally at the clouds streaming by the window.
Knowing that it was going to be a long flight to Johto, Wally dug a book out of Silver’s bag and flipped to where he had left off. It was an unofficial history of the early years of the war by an anonymous author. He had no idea how or why Silver had such a book in his possession, but it was interesting to read about how the war began from a non-occupation army point of view. He just hoped the author had survived and was making a living for themselves somewhere.
Wally stood on the front porch of the home he and Silver shared, looking south towards Blackthorn City. Not that the settlement in the valley below could be called a city anymore, what with the massive destruction caused by a year-long siege. Silver had said the army had learned a valuable lesson from Blackthorn, a lesson they had applied in Hoenn.
Now Blackthorn was a small but vibrant town, home to a training base for new army recruits. Silver was an instructor there, and he seemed happy enough with the position. As for himself, Wally had adjusted nicely in the six months since they had left Hoenn, his health improving even further in the pure mountain air. He had made a few friends and had caught and trained some local Pokemon, but Kirlia was still his number one partner.
“Lovely morning, isn’t it?” Wally didn’t move as Silver joined him, sliding an arm comfortably around his waist.
“Beautiful.” the teen agreed, snuggling closer. Snow still clung to the mountaintops despite the warm weather, but the constant sunshine helped dispel the chill that lingered in the air.
“So, how’s it feel to be seventeen?” Silver murmured, nuzzling his neck. Wally’s birthday had been just last week, and they had celebrated it best they could on a captain’s salary.
“Good, I guess. So much has changed since my last birthday - a year ago, I didn’t even know you, and I thought my life would never change.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned since this war began, it’s that things happen when you least expect them.” Silver murmured quietly, and Wally nodded in silent agreement. There were things his lover wasn’t yet willing to share, and he accepted that. It was all he could do, really. The war had affected everyone in different ways, and he knew everyone reacted differently to their changed lives. All they could do was live as best they could.
“Did I hear a planeload of new recruits arrive last night?” he asked softly, watching Blackthorn slowly come to life in the valley below.
“Yeah, they arrived. I’ll probably have the teach the brats how to throw a Pokeball correctly.” Silver grumbled good-naturedly, then tugged Wally backwards. “Come on, breakfast is almost ready.”
“I’ll be there in a sec.” the teen replied, and he shivered slightly as his lover slipped back inside their home, taking his body heat with him. Home. Wally would have never dreamed that his home would be in a place like this, but he was happy to no longer be living under a cloud of anxiety and uncertainty.
Giving one last look out across the valley, Wally smiled to himself and went inside to see what Silver had made for them.
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2/8/12 23:46 (UTC)Also, since Team Rocket is essentially the government now, I suppose that Giovanni has installed himself in a position of power? Silver (and Red and Green) being in the fold suggests that Giovanni's plans in RBY/FRLG were never thwarted, which would probably mean that Silver never struck out on his own since his father never disbanded the organization. Silver being only a captain/instructor suggests that he and Giovanni aren't on the best of terms though.... This also lends credence to the Mewtwo situation, since I suspect that Giovanni wanted the master ball from Silph Co. in order to have a failsafe method of capturing and taming it.
I hope you can forgive my overanalyzing; I'm dealing with similar subject matter in THTC, so this interests me a lot.
I'm not sure how I feel about Wally's decision at the end. Choosing to go live with Silver in Johto would probably be considered defection or treason. I can understand that in doing so he leaves the war behind to live in peace, but the thought of abandoning his homeland and family to live within the system that started the war in the first place strikes me as concerning. In the games, Wally always struck me as an individual that wanted to prove that he could handle himself despite his illness. I also see him as a bit naive and idealistic, so maybe those traits could lead him to choosing to live in Rocket-occupied Johto and seek to affect change from within. Those traits could just as likely lead him to fight alongside the resistance and try to change their methods. I suppose that his decision and affection toward Silver can be attributed to Stockholm Syndrome. Either way, I'm a bit torn.
Nevertheless, I fond this enjoyable. With your permission (and when I'm less busy because gah, I really am swamped), I might want to play around with this verse myself. I do remember you mentioning that you wanted to expand on this with other fics though, so I'm looking forward to that!
All in all, thanks again for responding to my prompt! I appreciate you seeing this through 'til the end. :D
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3/8/12 00:44 (UTC)Yes, Giovanni is in a position of power, as well as being the overall head of the armed forces. I can't tell you any more than that, since I haven't worked out exactly what is real power is. XD
Over analyze away! I like hearing what you think, and any discussions may inspire more ideas for this universe.
I wanted a happy ending for these two, and Wally going with Silver was the only thing I could think of that was remotely happy. About him leaving: his extended family wants nothing to do with him, the village clearly doesn't want him around, and the rest of his family could very well be dead/in a worse position than Wally's uncle. Yes, he dislikes the system, but I feel he can learn to live with it partially because of his love for Silver. As for future resistance activity, it's always a possibility.
Yes, you can certainly play around with this verse! As mentioned before, I have a partial timeline/backstory worked out (dealing mainly with Kanto, Johto and Hoenn, I haven't really figured out what I'm doing with Sinnoh, Unova or Orre yet), so I can share that with you if you want.