Setting: After J+J+M have failed---lets say.........8,458,678,145 times..............and Celadon City.

WARNINGS: Shows sympathy to: Musashi, Kojiro, Sakaki (right, you must be wondering how can I do that because most M and K lovers HATE their big bad Boss.....MOST, not all.........)

Rated: PG for mild violence and profanity.

started: 5/6/00 finished: 5/14/00 modified: from 5/14/00-5/14/00

I'm Watching You
by Blue9Tiger

A brilliant black settled, white stars materializing across the sky. They seemed to accent the proceedings below, events that always took place: Poke'mon Battles, selling, buying, gambling. However, when three Poke'mon Trainers and a thieving gang met, the daily or nightly business was disrupted, and evident destruction would always follow.

A magnificent burst of electricity was seen, and three zapped shapes were sent careening through the air, their disappearance striking what appeared to be just another star. Their dazzling exit was marked with a three-part chorus of: "We're blasting off again!"

These events were what often marked a failure in the lives of the lowest-ranking, but most genial, members of the Rocket Gang. Failures were quite often. They were getting to be too often. And failure was something the dark-hearted, aloof Leader did not expect.

"Those idiots!" He fumed, pounding on a computer, shutting it off. He had apparently been monitoring their progress, and one flaw in Jessie's plan, a simple but effective hole in the ground, led them to fail the mission.

"That is it," Giovanni decided, removing himself of his chair. The latter's Persian mewed, wondering what he would attempt this time. The enraged man paced back and forth, and after a while, left the room. He descended the stairs down to a laboratory, and found one of his most trusted Scientists. The former approached the Scientist, and spoke. "I have three members that are getting to be a nuisance. I can't rely on them for anything, and the operation will fall if I don't rid myself of them."

"Your point is, Sir?" the Scientist asked.

"I'm not finished. Both have concocted their own schemes, but either one or the other bungles it. The third plays little part. Recently, Jessie has been the thwart to her plans. I know an effective way to get rid of her, but I need your help."

"Fine then, Sir. What is it that you want?"

"Your team of Scientists have been bragging about a Weezing that they have altered. They said that they equipped its fangs with a mind-control device, and the one who is bitten is given an urge to kill the first person they see. Is that true?"

The Scientist appeared uneasy, but nodded.

"Yes. It's not to its full potential, though........."

"Where is it?"

"Come out, Smoky!"

The Scientist released his Poke'Ball, releasing the experimental Weezing. It groaned, disliking the confinement in the Poke'Ball, and released gas in anger. It then floated swiftly towards Giovanni, sinking its fangs in the Leader's face. He grasped it in pain, blood dripping on the floor, and glowed an eerie white. He then fixed his gaze on the scientist, and lunged.

A few hours later, several Scientists unlocked the door, only to find the laboratory destroyed, traces of blood, and their dead comrade.

"What happened here?"

"Holy shit!"

"Someone's 'gonna have to answer to the Boss!"

The Scientists' companions rushed about the room, noticing the heap of blood and torn flesh, sickening at the sight.

At that moment, Giovanni stepped into the door, somewhat bed raggled.

"Good mornng, gentlemen," he calmly greeted, as if nothing had happened. The Scientists looked at him, then the body on the floor, shouting,

"You!"

"What?"

"You killed him!"

Giovanni was nonplussed: obviously his memory had failed.

"I did-----? I can't------remember....." His mood changed quickly, and concluded, followed by angry, piercing eyes. "I guess your experiment was a complete success." He picked up the deadly Weezing, who was laughing at its handiwork in a raspy voice. Giovanni stared at it, mouth twisted into a grin.

One lost, but getting rid of her is worth the trouble.

The stars twinkled above Jessie, James and Meowth, who were staring at them longingly. Thos stars represented the white future that they were destined someday to obtain. But the growing blackness that swallowed those stars represented the dark future ahead dashed their inward hopes.

"We failed again! It's all your fault!" Jessie accused, fire in her eyes.

"Me? You were the one who came up with the plan!" Her green-eyed partner retorted.

Jessie was ready to strike him, but Meowth interrupted,

"Both 'a youse screwed up!"

"Shut up, Meowth!" Cried Jessie, bringing her mallet down upon his furry head.

"Meeeeeowwthhh! Why I oudah........"

He leaped on top of her and used Fury Swipes, leaving an ugly mark.

"My---face! Look what you did to it, you mangy---"

They then proceeded to fight, and James sighed. A mixture of two feelings raged against each other in his heart: anger at his partner for being so incompetent: hatred, and the other emotion he was not sure how to express, and did not care to. Nevertheless, desperate ordeals somehow bring out the latter emotion in the midst of all hatred, and triumphs in the darkest of hearts or minds.

The Weezing slipped silently through the forest, bent on finding who it was ordered to find, and do it promptly. The dark provided suffiecient camouflage, and the twin balls of gas were able to float undetected.

It was light when the Gas Poke'mon found its target, who was sitting apart from Jessie and Meowth, still fighting. He apparently did not want to involve himself in such a ridiculous matter, and sighed, waiting for the yelling and screaming to cease. That was something he normally didn't do: he would usually aid Jessie in the thrashing of Meowth, but exhaustion kept him from his normal habits.

A low groan whisked James to alertness. He turned around, spying the hostile Weezing. It groaned again, spilling gas.

"A Weezing? I wonder why its here."

The Gas Pocket Monster answered his question, and without warning, struck. Sharp fangs were brought down on his arm, tearing his sleeve. Meowth and Jessie stopped their fight when a male shriek echoed throughout the wood.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

"Huh? What was that?" a battered Jessie asked.

"Sounded like---"

"James!"

The blue-haired Rocket approached the two, green eyes administering a piercing glare on Jessie. The eyes flashed red, and his mouth curved downward. His blue eyebrows slashed the same way, the glowing ovals under it filled with hate.

"Weezing, Victreebel! Go!"

The Poke'Balls opened, releasing angry balls of gas and a menacing green venus flytrap. He then pointed at Jessie, calmly ordering,

"Get her."

"Weezzzzzz!"

"Belll.........."

The two Poison Types leaped for her, the latter displaying absolute terror. But she was not one to cower, and reached for her Poke'Balls. Another gloved hand reached, swiftly and unnoticed. Terror crossed her mind when she felt nothing.

"My Poke'mon---you?! What do you think you're doing, James?! Give them back!!"

"What 'a ya doin'?!"

James nodded, tossing the devices into the air.

"What I've wanted to do for a long time, Jess."

At that moment, Weezing and Victreebel struck, but it was only ground they hit.

"Weez?"

"Bell?"

"She must have escaped. That's fine. I'm watching her."

Two exhausted Rockets stopped at Celadon City, several hours gone by.

"Meeeeowth........'Dat was a close one, huh Jess?"

The other didn't understand. For as long as she could remember, she was the dominant one, the head, the leader, but not anymore. Worse than that, the only one that ever understood her was now attempting her life, and she did not have a clue as to why.

"Meowth, why is he doing this--?"

A shadow appeared, this time armed.

"James! Put that thing down!"

"I'll be glad to. After I use it."

"James, what's with you?! This isn't like you at all!"

He cocked the gun, bringing the barrel to Jessie's head.

"Oh, it isn't? It's what I've should have been."

"James, stop!"

Pleading didn't seem fruitful, so she brought out and down her mallet. That knocked him unconscious, but that wouldn't be for long.

"Whad' 'da we do?!" Meowth screamed in agony.

"What do you think?!" Jessie snarled, grabbing the Scratchcat and bolting off, her persuer not far behind.

They barrelled through woods and fields, finally halting at a river to rest, trying to make sense of their partner's behavior.

"He couldn't act 'dis way on his own. Some'ting must be drivin' him."

But Jessie knew better, knowing that he could sometimes be as ruthless as she. But she let him state his opinion. "Meeeowwthh, maybe he's undah someone's control! Did ya see his eyes?"

"I know, but whose?"

The altered Weezing appeared once again, groaning, then laughing in defiance.

"A Weezing?"

"'Dis looks like it's teeth are crooked!"

"Something's on them!"

Jessie exclaimed, grabbing the device that was on it after a few attempts. It bore the standard R, and she shouted,

"You're right, Meowth! He was being controlled!"

A shot rang out through the air, hitting a branch.

"Jessie......"

"James! You're someone's puppet! Snap out of it!"

James was unmoved, and cocked the gun again.

The only way I'll have a chance against him now is with my Poke'mon......

"Meowth, dive!"

"Wha-----?"

Jessie slammed Meowth against the ground, confusing James, alloting time for the female to grab her Poke'Balls from James' belt.

"Ha! Arbok, Lickitung, go!"

"Chaaaaaaaaa---bokaaaaa!"

"Lickiiiiiiiiii!"

Jessie's two loyal Poke'mon appeared, confused at the sight of this hostility. But, they were determined to do their job.

"Arbok, Glare! Paralyze him!"

"Chhaaaaaaaaaaaa......."

The Cobra's gaze was so frightening that James couldn't fire, and he dropped the gun.

"Lickitung, Tackle Attack!"

"Lickiiiiiiii!"

Slow but powerful, the pink Licking creature charged towards James, knocking him backwards.

"You're pathetic, Jessie!"

"No, YOU'RE the one! Attacking me like that! Rggggg, Arbok, Bite!"

"Bokkkkkkkk........"

James dodged, Arbok smacking a tree, growing limp as it fell. He then tore towards Jessie at what seemed to be lightning speed, and made contact with her chest. They then tangled, James getting most of the blows in. The strength was unnatural, for it was not him behind it.

"C'mon, Jess! Beat 'im up! Ya can do it!!"

"Right, Meowth--AGHHHHHHHH!" Her confident tone was quickly dissipated, and life was quickly leaving her. But then, her life was spared, by two, one on her side and the other not.

Meowth had leaped into the fight, Slashing James' face, and Officer Jenny had arrived, on top of that.

"Okay, what's the---ewwww....." she commented, noticing the mess. "Okay, you! You're under arrest for assault! Miss, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jessie answered, afraid to show weakness, something that Team Rocket members could not afford to show.

James stared at her with that artificial look of hate. He grasped the bars of the police van, a frown cutting open his face. The van started, the face growing father, and farther, until Jessie could only see the sky ahead, and gleaming Celadon City.

Giovanni watched the proceedings, angered that his plan took another turn of events.

"Hmm, maybe they'll be more competent alone."

"Mrrrrrrrr......eeeeowwww..."

Persian shook his head in doubt, his penetrating eyes displaying malice and hate.

"He's.....gone......" Jessie gasped, staring at the lonely ground.

"How are we 'gonna ged' along wid'out 'im?"

"Well, we can try......"

"Eleeeee--------"

An Electric Type appeared, Meowth identifying it.

"It's a Electabuzz! Bet 'da Boss'll be happy if we snatch it!"

"Right........"

"C'mon, Jess! We 'gotta get ta woyk!"

Jessie did not respond, but instead, took off for the Celadon City stationhouse, Meowth wondering what she would do.

Jessie realized there was only one way to bring him back. She loathed to do it, but it had to be done. The Rocket was granted entrance, and she cautiously walked to him, and embraced her partner in a long hug. All of a sudden, there was another eerie glow, except that it was red. The glow faded, and James said,

"Hello, Jess! It's a beautiful day! Lets go steal Pikachu!"

The other smiled, daring not to hug him again, but something compelled her to, and she did, this time adding a kiss. James was surprised, showing a shade of red, but not in a hostile way, and he did the same, long into the night.

"What? I tried to kill you?"

"Yeah, James. But I knew you wouldn't do that on your own! You're too weak."

"Oh......you're right, Jessie!"

"At least about 'da WEAK part."

Meowth had apparently found them, and regretted he did so when a fan was slapped on his head.

"Jessie's right that I would never kill her on my own. We mean a lot to each other, though we always fail."

"You mean that, James?"

"Yes."

"James............"

"I wonder who---?"

"I don't know.........oh, who cares, Jess! We're still together........"

They engaged in another kiss, but this time were being watched. Giovanni stared at them with his alert eyes, and heaved a deep sigh.

"So.........As they have failed, I have failed."

"Mrrrrrrreeeoooww......"

"Their main strength is love. If they keep it that way and with lots of luck, they might succeed.........one day.........."

"Mrrrrrrr.....Mrreeeeeeeeooooooow......."

"Maybe I'll stop trying to rid myself of them. It isn't worth the energy. We have better things to do, like steal the Silph Scope, or take over Poke'mon Tower. What do you think, Persian?"

Persian yawned, then nodded absemt-mindedly. He and his master then watched the screen, seeing his minions renew their vow, actually optimistic that they might complete their task.

"Now lets go grab 'dat Pikachu!"

"How? I'm in jail!" James whined.

Jessie smiled, out from nowhere revealing a shovel. Nothing more was said, and the group of theives dug their way to fresh air, the next day Jenny pulling her hair out in a rage.

Giovanni saw this, surprised that they had done it. He then turned from the computer screen, nodding his head to confirm his earlier thought, and mused,

"Maybe they're not as useless as I thought."

Jessie and James' enthusiastic voices brightened the night mood, and the trio sprinted happily towards the next city Pikachu would be at, with high hopes and white days ahead.

THE END

CQS? Yay, my first--------uh......um........I'm not sure what genre to put this in........uh, drama? No.........Thanks for reading! I am accepting flames! Look out for ATRRGPIX in a millenium or so! Until then.........B9T: The Bishounen Fan and loyal fan of Roketto Dan.