Two years later…
“Prepare for trouble!”
“And make that double!”
“To protect the world from devastation!”
“To unite all people within our nation!”
“To denounce the evils of truth and love!”
“To extend our reach to the stars above!”
“Jessie!”
“Craig!”
“Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!”
“So surrender now or prepare to fight!”
“Syyyyther!” finished off Craig’s pokèmon.
“Not you two again!” shouted an irritated Ash Ketcham in the middle of Blackthorn cities Pokèmon centre.
“Hahaha! It certainly is, now hand over the Pikachu!” shouted Craig.
“How many times to have to tell you?! Your not getting Pikachu!”
“Pika!” the electric type agreed.
Suddenly, one of the many Nurse Joy’s runs out in between the two enemies and spreads her arms out wide.
“Stop it right now! This is a Pokèmon centre for injured pokèmon! Please stop it!”
“Injured pokèmon huh? Well there will defiantly be some of those if you don’t get out of our way.” Craig growled.
Nurse Joy stood her ground.
“*sigh* Syther, slash that pretty face.”
“Syyytherrrr!” it screamed, lunging towards the defenceless Joy.
“Vulpix! Flame Thrower!” came a familiar voice from behind Ash.
Syther turned just in time to see the flames coming towards it. Before it had time to move, it was frazzled, and fell to the floor un-able to battle.
“Thanks Brock.” Ash said turning around to see his friend. But he wasn’t there. Turning back around, Ash finds Brock moving Nurse Joy out of the way of the battle holding her hands lovingly, as usual.
“I couldn’t let that evil man hurt you Nurse Joy, and if you ever need me again, I will always be hear to protect you and help you in any way. In fact, why don’t be talk about my services to you over dinner this evening and…”
“No, I have a better idea, “ said Misty, grabbing Brocks ear, “Let’s talk about how idiotic your getting over dinner instead.”
“Argh! Syther, return!” Craig says, pointing his Pokèball towards his fainted pokèmon. Putting it back on his Pokèbelt, he turns angrily to his partner, “Are you going to do anything except stand there?!” he shouts at her.
Jessie slowly turns towards him and simply replies, “No.”
“N, no?” he asked disbelievingly. An anger mark appears on his forehead as he stares at Jessie.
“When we get out of here I have a mind to use my Syther on you! It might knock some sense back into that puny thing you call a brain!”
He turned back to Ash and pulled out another Pokèball from his belt.
“Go Machamp!”
The Pokèball bounced of the ground and opened up, spouting out the white light forming the shape of the chosen pokèmon.
“Maaachamp!” it proclaimed, thumping its chest with its two pairs of arms.
“Machamp! Use Headbutt!”
Machamp leaned forward and charged at the electric rodent as hard as it could.
“Pikachu, Thunderbolt!”
“Pika!” Pikachu yelled, leaping up into the air. Just before it used its attack, you could make out a simple sentence coming from a defeated Jessie.
“Here we go again.” She sighed, before herself, Craig and Machamp went flying through the top of the pokèmon centre and out of sight.
Meanwhile, back in Sunny Town…
“Everybody get out! There a maniac around here!” a young man screamed as he ran over the bridge followed by hundreds of other people trying to get away from this so called maniac.
“Excellent James, show them what your capable of.”
James’s eyes began to glow white as the hundreds of fleeing townsfolk were lifted off the ground, screaming for help. James moved his hand to the left and everybody floated over the sea.
“Do it.” Giovanni ordered.
James’s eyes stopped glowing and everyone fell straight into the seawater. Giovanni leaned over the side of the bridge and laughed.
“Next time I won’t be so generous when you mess with Team Rocket, next time I’ll get James to finish you all off!”
The frightened humans were frantically swimming to the shore and running in the opposite direction to James and Giovanni.
“Hey little Jim, what are ya doing?”
Both James and Giovanni turned around to see a young man and woman on two bikes. There were James’s old friends, Tyler and Chopper.
“Hmm, seems these two know you James.”
“James what’s wrong with you?” asked Chopper, looking into James’ icy blue eyes.
James did not answer. He stood staring at his two old friends. Giovanni nodded to him and James’s eye began to glow again, lifting the bikers off their bikes and into the air.
“Jeez! James! Stop it!” Tyler cried, turning to Chopper, “I dunno how but he’s using psychic moves, try using ya Gastly.”
“Okay.”
Chopper reached for his Pokèbelt and through a Pokèball down to the ground.
“Gasssstly!” hollered the Ghost pokèmon.
Suddenly, something clicked inside Chopper, “Hang on, I ain’t gonna use a pokèmon against Little Jim.”
“Just do it!” screamed Tyler, not from anger, but for that fact she was scared of her old friend.
“Gastly! Try using Night Shade!”
Gastly shook for a moment before sending its attack straight towards James. The purple Night Shade engulfed him, covering every inch of him. Giovanni just smiled and waited. Suddenly, the Night Shade was sent flying upwards and away as James’s eyes glowed whiter and he himself lifted off the ground, the psychic energy was building up fast and he ‘stood’ in the air, white gushes of energy coming from his body, almost giving him an ethereal look.
Giovanni’s eyes grew wide, he had never seen James use this much of his psychic powers before.
Tyler and Chopper looked at each other and gulped. James raised his hand towards them and clenched his fist like he did before with ten pokèmon. Both of them cried out as Giovanni watched James cause pain to his friends.
“Enough.” Giovanni commanded.
James put his arm by his side and his eyes returned to normal. His feet touched the ground, as did Tyler and Choppers.
“Get out of here.” Giovanni growled at the pair. Without hesitation, Tyler and Chopper got back on their bikes and rode as fast as they could away from them.
Giovanni stood by James as he watched them go.
“The past two years I have been training you to use all your psychic abilities as powerful as you can, waiting for a sign telling me you have reached the highest point of psychic perfection anyone can ever reach…” He turned to stand in front of James”…I believe you have now reached that point; therefore you are ready to fulfil my plan that I had from the very start.”
James, as usual, didn’t say anything. Just started straight at Giovanni.
“Come, with you by my side, I can now put my plan into action.”
Giovanni and James walked back to their helicopter they had come in on, and flew away just in time to hear the sirens of police vans arriving down below. But Giovanni wasn’t worried, he controlled the most powerful human being on the planet, and nothing could harm him with James as his slave.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! What’s your problem!?” screamed Craig, slapping Jessie hard across her face, sending her to the floor.
Once they had crash-landed in a thick forest, Craig recalled his Machamp and stormed through the forest in rage heading for the nearest hideout. Jessie followed slowly behind, really not in the mood for him right now.
When they had both got to a hideout, Craig’s temper blew and was now in an almost maniacal rage with her.
“You know I don’t think it was your partner that was ruining all those missions, it was you! Whenever you’re around nothing ever goes right! You’re a total failure and I cannot believe that Giovanni has kept you on this long! You’re pathetic! Stupid! You’re driving me crazy!!! I can’t stand you!!!”
Jessie sat on the floor looking at the ground. Ever since James had died, Jessie knew that something in her had died to. The bossy, confident, never-giving-up-hope Jessie had gone. She just didn’t care anymore. Over the past two years all she could think about was James, and every time Craig went through this temper, she just sat there and didn’t say anything. She didn’t care. She had lost all hope. With James she felt she had a future, so what if she never told him she loved him, they were still best friends, soul mates, but now…now she was stuck with a guy she never knew she could detest so much, but her heart wasn’t in for fighting back. She let him shout at her, hit her, anything, she just wanted it over with so he would go away and leave her alone.
Suddenly in the middle of Craig’s rage, the videophone stared ringing. Craig stopped screaming at Jessie and took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. He walked over to the phone and picked up the receiver. The video flickered into focus as the picture of Giovanni appeared on the screen.
“Boss.” Craig stood to attention.
“Have you captured that Pikachu yet?”
“Not yet Sir, but if we ever are going to capture it may I make a recommendation?”
Giovanni nodded.
“Take Jessie of the Team.”
Jessie looked up at Craig from the floor.
“Of the Team? Whatever for?” asked Giovanni, although he already knew.
“Sir she is preventing me from catching any pokèmon. When she does try to do something the plan goes wrong and fails, and there are other times, such as today, where she didn’t even do anything, just stood there and watched me do all the hard work. She is weak and doesn’t deserve to be an agent in Team Rocket.”
Giovanni smirked at him for a moment, then his face became serious.
“I want you to bring Jessie to Reater Island.”
“Reater Island? Isn’t that in the Orange Islands?”
“Yes, it will take you at least 2 days to drive to the nearest Port from where you are. Once there, I will have a special boat waiting to take you. Don’t come in your uniforms, this is a public Ferry Port and you can’t be seen that you’re in Team Rocket, understand?”
“Perfectly.”
“Leave immediately, you must not be late.”
With that said, the phone went dead. Craig turned around to see Jessie had got up and was now sitting away from him in one of the armchairs.
“You heard what he said, go get changed and be down here in 5 minutes.”
He walked up behind her and hissed in her ear;
“And don’t bother with the makeup, nobody is gonna want to look at a scrawny ditz like you.”
He turned on his heal and walked into the next room where his bedroom was.
Jessie put her head in her hands and cried into the small photo she held. Her whole body felt like it was dying from the inside out. She let the tears flow as her body shook with an uncontrollable emotion. She was love sick, and it was literally making her sick. Over the last two years, she hardly ate, hardly slept, and even when she did, she had nightmares about James killing himself because he couldn’t live with her anymore. She desperately wanted to apologise to James, for everything, as if it would make him come back to life. She looked at the photo in her hand, the last photo she had of James.
Craig had made her throw everything out that she ever had from James. Every Birthday and Christmas present, every photo, every memory. At the time she was so depressed she couldn’t fight back against him, and she is still in that mood, even two years later.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she walked to her bedroom and closed the door. She put her last photo of her love on her bed while she got changed out of her uniform. Now it seemed the Boss was going to fire her. She would have no money, nowhere to live, no one to love.
“Miss Price. Send Dr Harrel in.”
“Yes Sir.”
Giovanni removed his finger from the intercom and waited in his leather chair, stroking his Persian by his side.
His Office doors opened and in stepped another scientist in a white Lab Coat. The man walked up behind the desk and stood to attention.
“Have you got all the data and information you can about that Mew?” Giovanni asked.
“Yes.” The scientist replied.
“Good, I want you to release it.”
The scientist stared at him.
“Release it Sir? But this is the most rare and strongest pokèmon of all time. Surely you don’t…”
The scientist was interrupted,
“…I told you to release it. I don’t need it now I have James by side.”
The scientist paused for a moment then spoke.
“As you wish Sir.”
Dr. Harrel turned on his heal and out the door. He walked back down the corridor and through reception. Opening another door, he followed a second corridor back to Lab where they were keeping Mew.
Opening the door, he picked up the glass container where Mew had been living the past two years, and took it with him out of the headquarters to the training field out back.
Walking a little way into the forest, Dr Harrel removed the pressurised seal and removed the glass lid. Putting the container on the ground, he watched as the rarest pokèmon of all flew out of the container and through the trees into the distance, without looking back and without a sound.
The scientist sighed and picked up the empty container, heading back to the headquarters.
‘What we could have done with that pokèmon.’ He sighed.
A few hours later, Craig and Jessie were well on their way driving towards Reater Island, or at least their hotel for the night. An un-comfortable silence accompanied them both as Craig sat in the drivers seat trying to think of something insulting to say to Jessie.
“So,” he started, “I wonder why he wants me to take you to this Island. I bet he’s gonna tell ya your fired then just leave you there.” He snided at her.
Jessie didn’t move. She just sat there looking out the side window at the trees passing by. Craig shrugged and turned back to the road. It wasn’t as fun if she didn’t answer to him.
The afternoon slowly turned to evening as the last glittering rays of sun sparkled through the trees.
Jessie sighed and leaned her head against the window. Her eyes were getting heavy and she needed to get some sleep.
Craig stopped the car at a Gas station to fill up the car and get a bite to eat. Jessie got out the car too, but she wasn’t hungry, so she wondered over to a small clump of trees by the side of the road, leading to a much larger forest.
She sat down against a tree and pulled her knees up to her chest. Suddenly, out the corner of eye, she spotted something moving in the undergrowth. Curious, she got off the ground and moved the undergrowth apart. Something shot up from underneath her, startling her so much she fell back on to the ground. Looking up, she saw a strange, small pokèmon hovering above her. It looked down at her with the cutest face she had ever seen.
“Mew, Mew.” It said, darting about.
As Jessie got up, it stopped moving and hovered in front of her face. It stared at her, almost recognising her. Jessie too felt as though she knew this strange pokèmon, although she couldn’t put a name to it.
Suddenly, the pokèmon changed its expression to one of worry and started saying it’s name in a panic, almost as if it was trying to tell Jessie something.
“What? What is it?” she asked.
“Meeeeeeeeewww!” it screamed in a panic and suddenly shot up into the air and flew away. Jessie watched it go and sighed.
‘Another rare pokèmon out of sight,’ she thought.
“Jessie! Come on we’re going! The hotel is still another couple of hours away and it’s your turn to drive!”
Forgetting about the small pokèmon, Jessie headed back to the car and got in the drivers seat while Craig stuffed himself with sandwiches and crisps.
A few hours later, Jessie pulled up in the ‘Angelwings Hotel’ car park and nudged Craig to wake up. After they had checked in, they both went to their separate rooms, and seen as they didn’t have anything to un-pack, went straight to sleep…at least Craig did.
Jessie sat on the edge of her bed and looked out the window, listening to the wind making the leaves rustle on every tree. She was thinking about the pokèmon she met outside the Gas Station. She was sure she had seen it somewhere before, but she just couldn’t remember. She wondered what it was trying to tell her, not that she could care if something somewhere else in the world was going wrong, she had enough problems herself.
Giving up, she climbed into the warm duvet and pulled it close under her chin. She put the picture of James she carried with her on the pillow. She laid her head by it and looked at the picture.
She missed James so much. He was the only one who ever understood her, why she acted the way she does, or at least did. She let a small tear run down her cheek onto the pillow before she closed her eyes and sighed. Tomorrow she was going to get fired, she was sure of it, and there was nothing she could do about it.