Let’s Get Sappy!

*a fanfic by ‘Ladriel*

Rating: I have absolutely no idea! I can’t rate my own stuff! Geez, people! Probably PG-13. Dunno.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon. It’s pure and simple. I *do* however, own this fic, so if you copy me and don’t have a disclaimer like this one, I’ll sue your pants off! Nyah!

Author’s Note: This fic may be offensive to some Rocketshippers…but I’m not insulting Rocketshipping! I’m such a Rocketshipper it’s not even funny! I’m just making fun of my darling comrades in ‘Shipperdom, a group of people I like to call the SAPPYSHIPPERS!!! And it is completely a no-offense thing here…I’m just mean and like making fun of people. Don’t take it personally. I love all you sappy kids out there for being so darn sappy! Your fics make me cry! I guess I’m sappy at heart, or something…even though I start ranting and raving to myself about how *insanely* out of character the fic I just read was…after I dry my heart-warmed tears. I have problems. But, anyway, without further ado, here’s my fic, Let’s Get Sappy! Wait. There’s more ado. I’m still writing my other fic, one chapter of which I’ve sent in…I *am* on Chapter Six by they way, a lovely chapter entitled "Screw Team Twerp"…but it happens to be on my parents’ computer, which is temporarily out of commission! Bah! So I’m writing this fic because I have nothing else to do! All right! Here’s the fic! (If you just real *all* of that, e-mail me at hawkley_iv_prez@yahoo.combecause that means you’re a cool person who must really like me! *WOW*)

Jessie gazed at the round, pale moon, thinking wistful thoughts. Oh, if only James was here, my knight in shining armor, my darling, my fuzzy wuzzy furbiekins…and if only I was brave enough to tell him how I feel…

Of course, these thoughts were completely stupid, because James *was* there, and furbiekins isn’t even a word.

Tears began to fill Jessie’s eyes, and she turned away from that thing of amazing beauty that many choose to call "The Moon". She was surprised to see that hunk o’ man James sitting by the campfire…crying his eyes out. Oh, that thing of beauty that many choose to call "James"! She longed for him so, and had absolutely no idea why he was crying, and had been completely convinced that he wasn’t even in camp at the moment…but that didn’t matter, for the moment of truth had come!

"James," said Jessie, walking over to where he sat. "What’s the matter?"

James immediately stopped crying and pulled her swiftly into his lap, stroking her hair gently.

"Jessie…" said James tenderly.

"Oh, my darling James!" cried Jessie, eyes filling with even more tears. "I’ve been looking for you all my life, and only recently have I realized that you’ve been right here before me!"

"Jessie…" James repeated, in that same loving tone. They began to kiss passionately.

Meowth dropped the can of tuna he had been eating, appalled. He covered his eyes with his paws, hoping to shut out what was happening, but he could hear the noisy smacking from where he sat. He shut his eyes firmly and plugged his ears with his paws instead, but nothing seemed to work. He was about to leap up and run screaming into the forest, when, mercifully, they stopped.

"You two," Meowth panted, hesitantly opening his eyes to look at them, "are nuts."

* * *

Team Rocket was just finishing the reciting of their motto. They looked expectantly at the twerps, hoping to see some sign of fear, or apprehension, or *something*.

Misty yawned.

Jessie sighed and shifted her weight to her right foot. "Look, twerps, we put a *lot* of hard work into that motto. Isn’t that right, Jamesy-Wamesy?"

"That’s right, Schnuggles!"

Meowth buried his head in his paws and moaned. The twerps stared, too horrified to move.

"So, you could at *least* look a little scared when we do the motto…" Jessie observed the terrified expressions on the twerps’ faces with satisfaction. "That’s better! Look, Fuzzy Mufflekins, we struck fear into the twerps’ hearts!"

James pulled her close to him. "That’s ‘cause we’re just such a dynamic duo, Sweetie."

Meowth looked pleadingly at the twerps, who were all beginning to look a little green. "Hey…can I join up with you, by any chance?"

Jessie laid her head on James’ shoulder. "Let’s ditch these twerps and go have sex!"

James looked troubled. "No, that would be wrong! What would my mother think?"

Jessie gasped. "You’re right! What would the *pope* think?"

"We’re Catholic?"

"Yes."

"Then what are we doing on Team Rocket, my darling?"

"Dunno! Let’s go quit and get married!"

"And *then* we can—"

Jessie hurriedly put her hand over James’ mouth. "Shh! There are kids watching!"

Jessie and James both turned to watch the twerps for a moment. It was eerie.

"Come, my honey bunches of *looooove*!" giggled Jessie, grabbing James’ hand. They skipped merrily off into the sunset, singing the theme to "Love Boat".

Brock fell over from shock. Ash began throwing up in a paper bag. Misty broke out of her trance and began squealing.

"Oh, it’s so *beautiful*! They’re finally getting married!" Misty got all starry eyed and stood with her hands clasped fondly beneath her chin in front of a background of little pink hearts.

Meowth stared at her in disbelief. "You mean…you weren’t scared to death?"

Misty giggled. "Why should I be? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!" She turned to Ash. "Ash, *we* should get married next!"

There was a moment of stunned silence as Misty’s words sunk in. Then, Meowth, Brock, and Ash bolted, screaming their heads off and leaving Misty standing alone.

"Hmmph," she said, crossing her arms. "I always liked Gary better anyway!"

* * *

The author of this story walked to the middle of a stage, bearing a microphone. She tapped it a few times to ensure that it was on, and then began a long and boring speech.

"So, there you have it! You know, I’ve always wanted to write a fic like that…fairly random, poorly developed, written purely for the sake of relieving boredom…yep, that was fun. This was originally a long and boring speech, but I’m tired, and I have a hankering for playing some freecell, so…bye! This was probably my worst bit of work ever!"

The author waved cheerily and walked off of the stage, never to be seen again…at least not until her parents’ computer is working, that is…DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!!

Nyarr. I don’t know how other little authory people insert their comments and stuff here, but I’ll just do it this way. Did you actually think that that was an excellent bit of work, and you want to praise me for it? Did you think it was a disgrace, and want to flame me for it? Would you like some tips on playing freecell? If so, I’ll insert my e-mail address in here for the second time this fic, and you can click on it, and then e-mail me! hawkley_iv_prez@yahoo.com