Rating: PG-13. No real reason why. I just don't feel like thinking up any other rating.

Other: I don't know what to say! Please write me at Jayhawkfan13@aol.com! I need to feel loved!

Dedicated to Rachel Lillis, who gave Jessie a personality all her own.

The gun slid from his fingers, clattering against the linoleum floor.

"Oh God. I killed her," James whispered, shaking uncontrollably.

"James?"

He turned. Leaning against the door to the cursed office was Jessie. She favored her left leg a bit, and didn't dare let go of the doorframe.

"I thought- I thought-" James stuttered.

Jessie smiled weakly. "I don't die easy."

In five quick steps he was by her side, grabbing her around the waist. She let go of the door, wrapping her arms around his neck. They looked at each other for a moment, then James' lips were on hers.

Jessie had kissed a few guys in her life, but nothing prepared her for this. Every muscle in her body burned with a passionate fire. Every place their bodies touched, from his arms on her back to her chest, legs and hands against him, burst with electricity. Jessie gripped his shirt, afraid that if she let go she'd fall down from exhaustion.

James pulled away, surprised at himself. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't," Jessie whispered. She pulled them back together for another kiss, and another. James held Jessie tightly, not allowing her to fall. Finally Jessie rested her head on his chest, burying her face in his jacket.

"I was so sure you were killed," James muttered.

"And I thought you were too," she agreed.

James shuddered. "I killed her Jessie. I've never killed anyone before-"

"And you'll never have to again, if I have anything to do with it," Jessie assured him.

"She called him a bastard," James said. "I wasn't going to let her to do that."

Jessie kissed him lightly on the nose. "You don't have to justify what you did. You're a helluva better person than me."

James ran a hand through her hair. "Not possible."

~~

They burned the building later that evening, not moving until the very last wood beam was reduced to a pile of ash.

Jessie leaned heavily on James; he'd used his jacket to patch up her shoulder and shin wounds, but she was still extremely tired.

"You need a doctor," he told her.

Jessie shook her head. "First we need to get back to Headquarters. Lord knows what we'll find there."

~~

The door swung open on it's hinges, and James and Jessie walked carefully inside. The rooms were completely trashed. The two picked their way over to Giovanni's room. Meowth was inside, kneeling next to Persian.

"Dammit Persian, you're gonna be fine," Meowth argued.

"Perrrrr," it growled, eyes closing.

Meowth leaned over the cat Pokémon. "Persian?"

Meowth jumped at the sound of James' voice. "He's not going to answer you Meowth."

"You're alive?" Meowth questioned.

"We're sure as hell not dead," Jessie muttered. She looked over at Giovanni's bed. "Is he-"

"Not quite," came the rasping reply. "I wanted to make sure you got back."

"We got rid of the rebellion," Jessie informed him. "Not a single one left alive."

"I knew you could take care of yourselves, though I never thought you were capable of something like that," Giovanni remarked.

James wiped away a tear. "We'll make sure this team stays alive. You can count on us."

Giovanni closed his eyes, smiling slightly. "I never doubted it for an instant."

*Well, there it is. Very nice if I do say so myself. Sad, romantic, and violent - that's the recipe for a good story. Hope you enjoyed*