Baa.Baa.Blacksheep
That One Crazy Chick
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((Fandom explosion-->Fanfiction. You can also find this story at www.dajra.deviantart.com, and www.fanfiction.net/~cheetahgoddess. *wink wink nudge nudge*))
“P-P-P-PROMOTION?!”
Giovanni unplugged his ears, face twisted in a grimace from the trio’s zealous response. “Yes. I’m granting you three a promotion.”
Another shrill shriek erupted from the three, who were jumping up into a ecstatic hug. A promotion was the last thing on their minds when they were finally summoned to Giovanni’s office; they had at least expected to have to grovel to even keep their low status on Team Rocket, let alone be given an even better job. Jessie, James, and Meowth were notorious for their screw-ups, having all ready been kicked off the team many, many times before for their numerous failures against a young boy and his Pikachu.
After their numerous thanks had died down, Giovanni continued, spinning around in his chair to stare at the scenery below. “I’m sending you on a special mission after an extremely rare Pokèmon. Many of our agents have failed to capture it. I’m sure with you…expertise,” he choked out the word, “you will not fail me.”
Meowth dropped to his knees, the other two soon following suit. “Oh, you kin be sure dat we won’t let you down, sir! Leave it to Meowth!” They stammered words of adoration, bowing their heads repeatedly until Giovanni silenced them with the wave of a hand.
“Good. You’re dismissed. Don’t let me down.” The three backed out of the office slowly, bowing and stammering the whole way.
When they were out of sight, Giovanni sighed, rubbing his temples. The Persian at his feet purred, happy to be alone with his master again. Giovanni pressed a button at his desk; a man appeared moments later.
“Yes, sir?”
“Dispose of these.” Giovanni tossed a few files on the table. The man obliged, eyes glancing over the name scribbled on the cover. He gasped. “Nebvius? Wasn’t that the Pokèmon who was killing all those hikers in the mountains east of Kanto?”
“Yes. I sent those three buffoons after it.”
The man looked at the other three files, confusion lighting his eyes. “Them? But sir, they’re the worst agents in Team Rocket history! How are they going to capture Nebvius when better agents were killed trying?”
A sinister smile spread across Giovanni’s face. “I only said I sent them after Nebvius. I spoke nothing of them returning.” His hand wandered to the Persian’s head, scratching the Pokèmon under the chin, much to its delight. “I do not take kindly to failure. Dispose of those.”
James trailed behind Jessie and Meowth, an apprehensive look on his face. “Guys…Isn’t this a bit strange? The boss is being awfully nice to us…”
Jessie stopped, fixing him with an incredulous eye. “James! This is our chance to prove ourselves to the boss! Just think of the rewards the boss will shower us with if we do what the other agents couldn‘t!”
“Yeah, but Jessie–”
Jessie punched him on the top of his head, knocking him to the ground. “No butts! We‘re going to catch that Pokèmon, and that‘s final!” Her scowl twisted into a grin, her eyes glinting with malice. “I can just imagine the look on Cassidy’s face when we bring that Pokèmon back to the boss…Priceless!” Jessie was off in her own fantasy land, chuckling darkly to herself.
Meowth agreed with Jessie, off in a fantasy land of his own. “Yeah, and I’ll definitely be back in my spot as top cat!” He and Jessie laughed together, continuing on down the hallway.
James rubbed the back of his forehead, grimacing at the lump Jessie had left him. He sighed, pouting. “I still have a bad feeling about this…HEY! Wait up, you guys!” He got scrambled to his feet, rushing after the two.
Camped in a dark clearing, a small campfire illuminating the area, the three poured over a stack of files scattered on the ground. Picking up a yellowed sheet of parchment, Jessie began to read the cluttered text inscribed on the page aloud.
James shivered, rubbing his arms. “Yuck. Just hearing about this Pokèmon is giving me goose bumps!”
Jessie sighed, tossing the paper back onto the pile. “Stop being such a baby. That’s just the babble of some old superstitious idiot.” She stretched her arms above her head, yawning hugely. “This is such a bore. Don’t they have anything useful in there...like, where we can find this so called “Death” Pokèmon?”
Meowth picked up a picture, it closely. “…There ain’t anythin` in this picture…Wait a minute…” He pointed with a claw. “Lookit dat!”
Jessie and James leaned in, inspecting the spot. At first the picture seemed blank But when they looked closely, they could see a small golden dot floating in the blackness. Jessie snickered, covering her mouth with a gloved hand. “Other agents could catch THAT? It’s tiny!” Her chuckles turned into hysterics. When she regained control, she wiped her eyes, her face intense. “Guys, I think this is our lucky break! We can definitely catch that puny thing!” She jumped to her feet crossing her arms. “The boss will see how good we can be! Will be living in the lap of luxury after this!”
Infected by her enthusiasm, the other two jumped up, fire in their eyes. “Yeah!”
Jessie held out her hand. “Team Rocket will go down in history after this! Nothing will be able to stop us! For Team Rocket!”
The other two put their hands on top of her, beaming. “For Team Rocket!”
They let their hands drop, all of them bursting with energy. James turned to Jessie, smiling. “I think the three of us will finally become the greatest agents of all!”
She smiled back, nodding. “I think this will be the mission we’ve been waiting for. It’s been a long rode, but I think we’re almost at the finish line!”
After a small meal, the campfire was doused, the three retreating to their sleeping bags, dreaming of the future.
Chapter 2
James groaned as the trio made their way up the narrow mountain path, the sky darkening with twilight nearing. He was acting as pack mule for the group; everything they owned was stuffed in a enormous backpack balanced precariously on his shoulders. “Are…we……there yet?” He panted heavily, lagging far behind Meowth and Jessie. “We…we have…have…been walking for……HOURS!”
Jessie snorted, strolling nonchalantly ahead, her arms crossed behind her head. “How should I know? Meowth’s the one with the map.”
Shuffling through the papers he was reviewing, Meowth produced a withered-looking map. He traced a path with a claw, tapping a spot a few times. “Da entrance to da undaground tunnels should be `round here somewheres…”
James readjusted the burden on his back, struggling to keep up with the two. “Guys,” he wheezed, “can we…we…take a…little…break?”
Jessie spun around, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. “Stop being such a baby! We can’t stop now!” Turning back around with a huff, she continued walking ahead.
“Bu…But, Jessie—AUGH!”
“But nothing Ja—” Jessie had turned around again, only to notice she was talking to empty air. “James?” She backtracked a few feet and looked around, puzzled. “James? Where’d you—AH!” She suddenly found herself dropping, the sky swallowed up above her. Crashing to a halt at the bottom, she rubbed her behind, wincing. “What the…Where the hell am I?” She looked up, greeted by two gleaming eyes at the opening of the chasm.
Meowth snickered, looking down into the dim hole. “Well, whaddya know! Ya two found da entrance!”
Jessie paused, confused. “Two…” She recoiled when she felt frantic movement coming from under her. What had broken her fall was James, now flaying under the weight of the backpack. She rushed to help him, hastily lifting the cumbersome bag off of him.
James managed to wiggle his way out from under the enormous pack, collapsing against the wall of the cavity. He gasped painfully for air, holding his sides. “Ouch…I think I broke something.”
Jessie looked at him bashfully, laughing nervously. “Eh heh heh…Sorry about that, James.”
James opened his mouth to reply, but ended up getting a mouthful of Meowth as he jumped gracefully from the edge of the hole, using James’s face as a landing pad. He somersaulted from James to the cavern’s floor, washing himself casually with a paw as James spit out clumps of his fur.
Jessie sighed, rummaging though the backpack. Producing a canteen of water, she tossed it to James, who missed it in his hacking fit, the container clonking him on the head. Jessie winced in sympathy. “Oh…Sorry again.“ She hunted through the bag again. This time she dragged out a first-aid kit, which was much, much larger than the standard first-aid kit. After all the flights and falls they had taken over the years, they had upgraded to something bigger to accommodate their needs. She set the pack down on the ground, popping open the lid. Grabbing a couple ice packs, she scooted over to James’s side. Kneeling she handed James the bigger ice pack after he was done washing out his mouth with water from the canteen, then held the smaller one against his head. She nodded to the in James’s hands. “Put that one across your ribs.”
James obliged, lifting up his shirt and applied the cold pack against his chest. Jessie couldn’t help but notice that despite his weak demeanor, James was actually quite built, lean muscles sculpting his body. This baffled Jessie to no end; when did he find time to work out? She snorted, looking away from James. “Can we get a little light in here, Meowth? I can barely see a thing!”
Finished with his washing, Meowth waddled to the massive pack, jumping on top of it. He stuck his head in the bag, dragging out a lantern with teeth. Jumping off the pack, he sat the lantern on the ground, turning it on.
Jessie and James blinked against the sudden brightness, looking around the illuminated cavern. It was bigger than they had originally thought, stretching down deeper and deeper into the mountain.
James sighed, wincing slightly at the movement. “Great…Another long walk.”
Jessie looked at his dejected face, then sighed, slumping onto her heels. “I guess we can stop here for the night…” James gave a little shout, cutting his celebration short to yelp in pain. Jessie rolled her eyes at him.
The trio started a small fire in the center of the pit, the smoke drifting lazily to greet the night sky peeking at them through the hole. A pot of soup simmered over the flame, a welcome addition to their poor stock of food from Giovanni, the savory smell filling the hollow. Recovered from his previous injuries, James wolfed down his soup ravenously, happy as can be. Jessie sipped her soup much slower, looking up at the small patch of starry sky over their heads. Meowth was the only one doing anything remotely productive; he had the files on Nebvius in front of him, flipping though the pages absently, leaving his soup untouched. Noticing this, James discarded his own empty bowl, reaching for Meowth’s. However, his attempt wasn’t unnoticed, and he received multiple scratches on his hand for his attempt.
James whimpered slightly, pouting. Thinking of another idea, he looked at Jessie with big eyes, even adding a bit of waterworks to the mix.
Jessie looked at him from over her own bowl, trying to figure out what was wrong. When she did, she scowled. “Oh, no. No, no, no! You aren’t pulling that one on me again! You shouldn’t have eaten yours so fast!” She turned away from him, sipping her soup again. But James wasn’t going to be ignored. He scooted closer to her, whimpering again.
Jessie shot him a side-long glance, regretting the action immediately. He looked up at her, his face pouty, a few tears trickling down his cheek. His moves put a puppy to shame. Unable to resist, Jessie gave in with a sigh, handing him the bowl. His face immediately brightened, a smug aura surrounding him. Jessie grumbled a few chose words to herself. “You better not get used to it…” James was too busy gulping down his second portion to notice her threat.
The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable silence, everyone absorbed in their own thoughts and fantasies. Finally, everyone snuggled into their sleeping bags, and James doused the fire with a pile of dirt.
However, Meowth stayed awake long after Jessie and James had fallen asleep, still pouring over the files by the light radiating from the moon. A scowl was etched on his face as he read more and more about the Ultimatum Pokèmon, a feeling of unease resting in the pit of his stomach.
Jessie got her answer in the morning. She woke up earlier than usually, unsettling dreams making her restless. She sat up groggily, shielding her eyes against the sunlight coming in directly from above the opening of the hole. Slowly coming to her senses, a low mummer coming from deeper in the cavity reached her ears. She stood slowly, wary. She heading into the premature darkness toward the noise, her body tensed. When she reached the origin of the sound, something hit her in the face. Instinctively, she acted, grabbing the assailant and flipping it over her shoulder, driving it into the ground with an elbow. A yell Jessie knew too well emerged from her victim; her “assailant was none other than James, now face down in the dirt, Jessie’s arms wrapped around his legs. “James?” She dropped of his feet, helping him get to his knees. “What were you doing back there? You almost gave me a heart attack!” Over her shock, she noticed another important point. “And…why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”
James smiled sheepishly, trying to wipe off the dirt that was sticking to him. “I was working out.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Working out? Since when do you work out?”
James frowned slightly. “I’ve been doing it every morning since I joined Team Rocket! You’re usually still asleep though.”
He had got her on that one; Jessie wasn’t a morning person. Realization slowly donned on her. “But…Why were your feet in the air?”
“I was doing push-ups.”
Her shock grew. “Push-ups?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Vertically?!”
James looked slightly embarrassed. “Well…yeah.”
Jessie cover her mouth with a hand, trying to suppress her giggles, to no avail.
He wasn’t pleased about her reaction, a scowl on his face. “Hey, hey, hey! You don’t think I can do it!”
Jessie gave up on trying to hide her amusement, erupting in girlish giggles. She wiped a tear from her eye, her giggles subsiding a bit. “Oh please, James! It’s you we’re talking about—” Before she could take another breath, James had flipped her head over heels. He smiled triumphantly inches from her face, both of her arms pinned against her sides. Jessie’s heart began to kick into forth gear, her face growing hot.
His smile grew into a cocky smirk. “See?”
Another voice sounded from the beginning of the tunnel. “What Meowth don’t see is breakfast bein` started!” The Pokèmon yawned, stretched out in the sun on top of James’s shirt.
James released Jessie, helping her to her feet. She sniffed, her pride hurt, and stalked off to start breakfast.
Their bellies full, the trio packed up the make-shift camp, James armed with the death-pack again. Armed with a flashlight and a vague map, the started their track deep into the recesses of the mountain.
((Chapter 3 coming...Eventually.))
“P-P-P-PROMOTION?!”
Giovanni unplugged his ears, face twisted in a grimace from the trio’s zealous response. “Yes. I’m granting you three a promotion.”
Another shrill shriek erupted from the three, who were jumping up into a ecstatic hug. A promotion was the last thing on their minds when they were finally summoned to Giovanni’s office; they had at least expected to have to grovel to even keep their low status on Team Rocket, let alone be given an even better job. Jessie, James, and Meowth were notorious for their screw-ups, having all ready been kicked off the team many, many times before for their numerous failures against a young boy and his Pikachu.
After their numerous thanks had died down, Giovanni continued, spinning around in his chair to stare at the scenery below. “I’m sending you on a special mission after an extremely rare Pokèmon. Many of our agents have failed to capture it. I’m sure with you…expertise,” he choked out the word, “you will not fail me.”
Meowth dropped to his knees, the other two soon following suit. “Oh, you kin be sure dat we won’t let you down, sir! Leave it to Meowth!” They stammered words of adoration, bowing their heads repeatedly until Giovanni silenced them with the wave of a hand.
“Good. You’re dismissed. Don’t let me down.” The three backed out of the office slowly, bowing and stammering the whole way.
When they were out of sight, Giovanni sighed, rubbing his temples. The Persian at his feet purred, happy to be alone with his master again. Giovanni pressed a button at his desk; a man appeared moments later.
“Yes, sir?”
“Dispose of these.” Giovanni tossed a few files on the table. The man obliged, eyes glancing over the name scribbled on the cover. He gasped. “Nebvius? Wasn’t that the Pokèmon who was killing all those hikers in the mountains east of Kanto?”
“Yes. I sent those three buffoons after it.”
The man looked at the other three files, confusion lighting his eyes. “Them? But sir, they’re the worst agents in Team Rocket history! How are they going to capture Nebvius when better agents were killed trying?”
A sinister smile spread across Giovanni’s face. “I only said I sent them after Nebvius. I spoke nothing of them returning.” His hand wandered to the Persian’s head, scratching the Pokèmon under the chin, much to its delight. “I do not take kindly to failure. Dispose of those.”
James trailed behind Jessie and Meowth, an apprehensive look on his face. “Guys…Isn’t this a bit strange? The boss is being awfully nice to us…”
Jessie stopped, fixing him with an incredulous eye. “James! This is our chance to prove ourselves to the boss! Just think of the rewards the boss will shower us with if we do what the other agents couldn‘t!”
“Yeah, but Jessie–”
Jessie punched him on the top of his head, knocking him to the ground. “No butts! We‘re going to catch that Pokèmon, and that‘s final!” Her scowl twisted into a grin, her eyes glinting with malice. “I can just imagine the look on Cassidy’s face when we bring that Pokèmon back to the boss…Priceless!” Jessie was off in her own fantasy land, chuckling darkly to herself.
Meowth agreed with Jessie, off in a fantasy land of his own. “Yeah, and I’ll definitely be back in my spot as top cat!” He and Jessie laughed together, continuing on down the hallway.
James rubbed the back of his forehead, grimacing at the lump Jessie had left him. He sighed, pouting. “I still have a bad feeling about this…HEY! Wait up, you guys!” He got scrambled to his feet, rushing after the two.
Camped in a dark clearing, a small campfire illuminating the area, the three poured over a stack of files scattered on the ground. Picking up a yellowed sheet of parchment, Jessie began to read the cluttered text inscribed on the page aloud.
"Nebvius
Ultimatum Pokèmon
First sightings date back to 3000 BC. Ancient scholars believed this Pokèmon to be the God of Death. It was said Nebvius was the one to judge the souls of the dead, deciding their fate in the Afterlife. One report claims that Nebvius destroyed a whole civilization in a single night. Not a trace of the society could be found. They say the last thing you see before you die is this Pokèmon . In 346 AC…"
Ultimatum Pokèmon
First sightings date back to 3000 BC. Ancient scholars believed this Pokèmon to be the God of Death. It was said Nebvius was the one to judge the souls of the dead, deciding their fate in the Afterlife. One report claims that Nebvius destroyed a whole civilization in a single night. Not a trace of the society could be found. They say the last thing you see before you die is this Pokèmon . In 346 AC…"
James shivered, rubbing his arms. “Yuck. Just hearing about this Pokèmon is giving me goose bumps!”
Jessie sighed, tossing the paper back onto the pile. “Stop being such a baby. That’s just the babble of some old superstitious idiot.” She stretched her arms above her head, yawning hugely. “This is such a bore. Don’t they have anything useful in there...like, where we can find this so called “Death” Pokèmon?”
Meowth picked up a picture, it closely. “…There ain’t anythin` in this picture…Wait a minute…” He pointed with a claw. “Lookit dat!”
Jessie and James leaned in, inspecting the spot. At first the picture seemed blank But when they looked closely, they could see a small golden dot floating in the blackness. Jessie snickered, covering her mouth with a gloved hand. “Other agents could catch THAT? It’s tiny!” Her chuckles turned into hysterics. When she regained control, she wiped her eyes, her face intense. “Guys, I think this is our lucky break! We can definitely catch that puny thing!” She jumped to her feet crossing her arms. “The boss will see how good we can be! Will be living in the lap of luxury after this!”
Infected by her enthusiasm, the other two jumped up, fire in their eyes. “Yeah!”
Jessie held out her hand. “Team Rocket will go down in history after this! Nothing will be able to stop us! For Team Rocket!”
The other two put their hands on top of her, beaming. “For Team Rocket!”
They let their hands drop, all of them bursting with energy. James turned to Jessie, smiling. “I think the three of us will finally become the greatest agents of all!”
She smiled back, nodding. “I think this will be the mission we’ve been waiting for. It’s been a long rode, but I think we’re almost at the finish line!”
After a small meal, the campfire was doused, the three retreating to their sleeping bags, dreaming of the future.
Chapter 2
James groaned as the trio made their way up the narrow mountain path, the sky darkening with twilight nearing. He was acting as pack mule for the group; everything they owned was stuffed in a enormous backpack balanced precariously on his shoulders. “Are…we……there yet?” He panted heavily, lagging far behind Meowth and Jessie. “We…we have…have…been walking for……HOURS!”
Jessie snorted, strolling nonchalantly ahead, her arms crossed behind her head. “How should I know? Meowth’s the one with the map.”
Shuffling through the papers he was reviewing, Meowth produced a withered-looking map. He traced a path with a claw, tapping a spot a few times. “Da entrance to da undaground tunnels should be `round here somewheres…”
James readjusted the burden on his back, struggling to keep up with the two. “Guys,” he wheezed, “can we…we…take a…little…break?”
Jessie spun around, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. “Stop being such a baby! We can’t stop now!” Turning back around with a huff, she continued walking ahead.
“Bu…But, Jessie—AUGH!”
“But nothing Ja—” Jessie had turned around again, only to notice she was talking to empty air. “James?” She backtracked a few feet and looked around, puzzled. “James? Where’d you—AH!” She suddenly found herself dropping, the sky swallowed up above her. Crashing to a halt at the bottom, she rubbed her behind, wincing. “What the…Where the hell am I?” She looked up, greeted by two gleaming eyes at the opening of the chasm.
Meowth snickered, looking down into the dim hole. “Well, whaddya know! Ya two found da entrance!”
Jessie paused, confused. “Two…” She recoiled when she felt frantic movement coming from under her. What had broken her fall was James, now flaying under the weight of the backpack. She rushed to help him, hastily lifting the cumbersome bag off of him.
James managed to wiggle his way out from under the enormous pack, collapsing against the wall of the cavity. He gasped painfully for air, holding his sides. “Ouch…I think I broke something.”
Jessie looked at him bashfully, laughing nervously. “Eh heh heh…Sorry about that, James.”
James opened his mouth to reply, but ended up getting a mouthful of Meowth as he jumped gracefully from the edge of the hole, using James’s face as a landing pad. He somersaulted from James to the cavern’s floor, washing himself casually with a paw as James spit out clumps of his fur.
Jessie sighed, rummaging though the backpack. Producing a canteen of water, she tossed it to James, who missed it in his hacking fit, the container clonking him on the head. Jessie winced in sympathy. “Oh…Sorry again.“ She hunted through the bag again. This time she dragged out a first-aid kit, which was much, much larger than the standard first-aid kit. After all the flights and falls they had taken over the years, they had upgraded to something bigger to accommodate their needs. She set the pack down on the ground, popping open the lid. Grabbing a couple ice packs, she scooted over to James’s side. Kneeling she handed James the bigger ice pack after he was done washing out his mouth with water from the canteen, then held the smaller one against his head. She nodded to the in James’s hands. “Put that one across your ribs.”
James obliged, lifting up his shirt and applied the cold pack against his chest. Jessie couldn’t help but notice that despite his weak demeanor, James was actually quite built, lean muscles sculpting his body. This baffled Jessie to no end; when did he find time to work out? She snorted, looking away from James. “Can we get a little light in here, Meowth? I can barely see a thing!”
Finished with his washing, Meowth waddled to the massive pack, jumping on top of it. He stuck his head in the bag, dragging out a lantern with teeth. Jumping off the pack, he sat the lantern on the ground, turning it on.
Jessie and James blinked against the sudden brightness, looking around the illuminated cavern. It was bigger than they had originally thought, stretching down deeper and deeper into the mountain.
James sighed, wincing slightly at the movement. “Great…Another long walk.”
Jessie looked at his dejected face, then sighed, slumping onto her heels. “I guess we can stop here for the night…” James gave a little shout, cutting his celebration short to yelp in pain. Jessie rolled her eyes at him.
The trio started a small fire in the center of the pit, the smoke drifting lazily to greet the night sky peeking at them through the hole. A pot of soup simmered over the flame, a welcome addition to their poor stock of food from Giovanni, the savory smell filling the hollow. Recovered from his previous injuries, James wolfed down his soup ravenously, happy as can be. Jessie sipped her soup much slower, looking up at the small patch of starry sky over their heads. Meowth was the only one doing anything remotely productive; he had the files on Nebvius in front of him, flipping though the pages absently, leaving his soup untouched. Noticing this, James discarded his own empty bowl, reaching for Meowth’s. However, his attempt wasn’t unnoticed, and he received multiple scratches on his hand for his attempt.
James whimpered slightly, pouting. Thinking of another idea, he looked at Jessie with big eyes, even adding a bit of waterworks to the mix.
Jessie looked at him from over her own bowl, trying to figure out what was wrong. When she did, she scowled. “Oh, no. No, no, no! You aren’t pulling that one on me again! You shouldn’t have eaten yours so fast!” She turned away from him, sipping her soup again. But James wasn’t going to be ignored. He scooted closer to her, whimpering again.
Jessie shot him a side-long glance, regretting the action immediately. He looked up at her, his face pouty, a few tears trickling down his cheek. His moves put a puppy to shame. Unable to resist, Jessie gave in with a sigh, handing him the bowl. His face immediately brightened, a smug aura surrounding him. Jessie grumbled a few chose words to herself. “You better not get used to it…” James was too busy gulping down his second portion to notice her threat.
The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable silence, everyone absorbed in their own thoughts and fantasies. Finally, everyone snuggled into their sleeping bags, and James doused the fire with a pile of dirt.
However, Meowth stayed awake long after Jessie and James had fallen asleep, still pouring over the files by the light radiating from the moon. A scowl was etched on his face as he read more and more about the Ultimatum Pokèmon, a feeling of unease resting in the pit of his stomach.
Jessie got her answer in the morning. She woke up earlier than usually, unsettling dreams making her restless. She sat up groggily, shielding her eyes against the sunlight coming in directly from above the opening of the hole. Slowly coming to her senses, a low mummer coming from deeper in the cavity reached her ears. She stood slowly, wary. She heading into the premature darkness toward the noise, her body tensed. When she reached the origin of the sound, something hit her in the face. Instinctively, she acted, grabbing the assailant and flipping it over her shoulder, driving it into the ground with an elbow. A yell Jessie knew too well emerged from her victim; her “assailant was none other than James, now face down in the dirt, Jessie’s arms wrapped around his legs. “James?” She dropped of his feet, helping him get to his knees. “What were you doing back there? You almost gave me a heart attack!” Over her shock, she noticed another important point. “And…why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”
James smiled sheepishly, trying to wipe off the dirt that was sticking to him. “I was working out.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Working out? Since when do you work out?”
James frowned slightly. “I’ve been doing it every morning since I joined Team Rocket! You’re usually still asleep though.”
He had got her on that one; Jessie wasn’t a morning person. Realization slowly donned on her. “But…Why were your feet in the air?”
“I was doing push-ups.”
Her shock grew. “Push-ups?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Vertically?!”
James looked slightly embarrassed. “Well…yeah.”
Jessie cover her mouth with a hand, trying to suppress her giggles, to no avail.
He wasn’t pleased about her reaction, a scowl on his face. “Hey, hey, hey! You don’t think I can do it!”
Jessie gave up on trying to hide her amusement, erupting in girlish giggles. She wiped a tear from her eye, her giggles subsiding a bit. “Oh please, James! It’s you we’re talking about—” Before she could take another breath, James had flipped her head over heels. He smiled triumphantly inches from her face, both of her arms pinned against her sides. Jessie’s heart began to kick into forth gear, her face growing hot.
His smile grew into a cocky smirk. “See?”
Another voice sounded from the beginning of the tunnel. “What Meowth don’t see is breakfast bein` started!” The Pokèmon yawned, stretched out in the sun on top of James’s shirt.
James released Jessie, helping her to her feet. She sniffed, her pride hurt, and stalked off to start breakfast.
Their bellies full, the trio packed up the make-shift camp, James armed with the death-pack again. Armed with a flashlight and a vague map, the started their track deep into the recesses of the mountain.
((Chapter 3 coming...Eventually.))
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