Passion Under Fire: Part I
By The Jolt Master
"We want to be a part of Team Rocket."
James remembered saying this over three years ago, standing with Jessie, on that
dark night when they arrived at the Team Rocket headquarters. They were brought
in and put through a brutal indoctrination, and accepted among their ranks. They
were provided uniforms, money, documents on being a part of Team Rocket; it was
exhausting. He smiled to himself, remembering how silly Jessie looked in her new
Team Rocket outfit. She hadn't developed that much, so she looked like a multi-
colored totem pole with a wild pink feather plume. He didn't look much better.
They didn't have his size, so it appeared he had to rummage through his father's
closet. The bluish hue added to his hair only made him look like his father. But
he was really happy. He was a part of Team Rocket and it was his 14th birthday.
Months of training went by and they were teamed together, since they already
knew each other. A year went by and they became known as the best team in the
history of Team Rocket. They finished their assignments with incredible
efficiency, under budget, and on time. They had picked up the nickname "Jessie
James," mainly due to their "cowboy" cunning and ruthlessness they showed when
they were capturing pokemon or dispatching those who interfered with Team
Rocket's operations. No one could touch them. They had the respect of the entire
Team Rocket clan.
One day, it would all end.
It started with a direct call from the top man himself: Giovanni. They cheered
wildly together after hanging up the phone as they had been invited to see him
immediately. "Jessie James" quickly made their way to see him at the Team Rocket
Headquarters. Once they arrived, they were immediately escorted into his
luxurious office. They looked around, noticing the impressive array of artwork,
carpeting, interior design, and more gadgets than Radio Shack. Obviously, he
profited very well as the head of his criminal organization. Behind the desk,
sat the man. A broad shouldered individual in his early forties with dark hair
that was slicked behind him. He was dressed immaculately in a dark gray three
piece suit, coupled with a blood red tie. His voice was firm and authoritative.
"There's a special pikachu I need you to get," Giovanni told them. "That's your
new assignment." He handed them a dossier of information: pictures, field notes,
the works. The pictures showed three kids and a pikachu. They quietly reviewed
the packet, and then Giovanni spoke up.
"What do you notice about this trio and the pokemon?"
James and Jessie looked at each other, a little puzzled by the question, but a
sly look crossed Jessie's face as she answered him.
"They're three little kids walking through the forest, lost and confused by the
big world around them."
James smirked at that. His tone was as condescending as hers as he offered up
his answer, sounding like a profiler for a murder case.
"The kids are about ten to fifteen years of age, but experienced campers from
the wear and tear on their equipment. But-"
"What?" Giovanni replied, but already knowing the answer.
"The pikachu is out of his pokeball," James responded, sounding confused. "It's
sitting on the trainer's shoulder like a parrot would for the captain of a
pirate ship."
"Exactly," stated Giovanni. "This pikachu seems to display extraordinary loyalty
to its trainer and appears to be remarkably intelligent. The field notes explain
that in further detail."
Jessie and James thumbed through the notes and he was right. All the other teams
had failed constantly, using all sorts of different pokemon to capture the
pikachu. The pikachu didn't always use its electrical attacks to win the battles
either. One battle detailed how after exhausting attacks against other pokemon,
the stubborn rodent had taken down a charmander by slapping it repeatedly, but
that attack was not commanded by the trainer, Ash Ketchum. James put the dossier
back on Giovanni's desk, both smiled evilly.
"We're your team, sir," said James. "We can get that pikachu for you."
"Of course you can and you will," replied Giovanni. "There's a lot riding on
this for you two. You hit this and you'll be the pinnacle of what Team Rocket
members should to be. Your future here in Team Rocket, as well as the world,
will be your oyster."
Jessie and James grinned with pride at hearing that, then left his office to
capture the pikachu. Giovanni's face scowled with hatred and malice. His voice
was a low growl as he muttered.
"And if you fail, I will make your lives miserable until you catch it."
That was over a year ago. True to Giovanni's word, they were in hell. Constant
failure, disrespect from other members of Team Rocket, their morale was hitting
rock bottom, but they were determined to capture the pikachu. They had to. While
James was reliving the past, he smelled the rose he always had with him. The
symbol of the fragility and evil that love is. The dark pink silky rose petals
could be ripped away so easily while the thorns could stick you with its
sharpness, causing pain and heartache. James furrowed his brows for a moment.
Why is love so fragile? Why is it evil? More importantly, what is love? Poets
write about, writers compose novels based on it, singers wail incessantly about
it, and prostitutes sell it. What was the big deal about love? Was he missing
something?
The two of them were perched atop a short building in some city they didn't
know, or cared about, the name of. He turned and looked at Jessie, who at the
moment, was watching The Loser Quartet via binoculars as they trekked along the
rather empty sidewalk. He started to look her over. It was a more clinical look
over, than a lustful one. They were friends and had grown up together...at
least, through their more important years. She had filled out her uniform very
nicely at that, what little of it there really was. Put simply, she had turned
out to be a very attractive young woman. Not as attractive as some of the other
women they've seen in their journeys. He certainly knew what lust was and rather
enjoyed it. She didn't seem to share his enthusiasm and would often smack his
arm to make come back to the real world and the situation at hand. This time was
not about to be any different as her icy blue eyes glared at him.
"James?! Did you hear anything of what I said?"
He blinked and became flushed. No, it was apparent that he hadn't. He smiled a
bit sheepishly at having been caught staring at her like a pervert. She scowled
at him, then smacked his shoulder forcibly. "Just get the rifle."
James nodded and retrieved the satchel the rifle was being carried in, rubbing
his shoulder. He unzipped it and pulled out the single-shot weapon. He checked
the air-pressure gauge to make sure that the tranquilizer dart would travel the
distance. He laid himself flat, an elbow propped up on the lip of the roof. The
scope's crosshairs zeroed in on the pikachu. He aimed just ahead of them to lead
the shot. His open eye narrowed with determination, his finger pulled the
sensitive trigger, then drew in and held his breath.
An audible crack echoed in the quiet street as the rifle fired. The pikachu fell
off Ash's shoulder, the tranquilizer dart working immediately before it even hit
the ground. James screamed in blazing agony as he was forced onto his back. He
looked at his right shoulder and it was covered in blood, staining his pure
white Rocket sweater. Jessie screamed in horror at what just happened and
frightfully looked where the shot might have come from. James quickly grabbed
her arm and pulled her down as hard he could. Another crack and a bullet
whistled over her head. She trembled visibly as she laid on top of him. James'
voice spoke harshly, but weakly.
"Get behind...the air vent...go!"
She quickly got up, dragging him by his left hand as he scrambled to keep up,
but was too dizzy to focus on running. Another crack and the bullet ricocheted
off the rooftop, near his foot. They dove behind the air vent. Jessie landed and
placed herself flat against it, whereas James had landed on his now bad
shoulder. He cussed sharply and profusely to the sky above in searing pain.
Miraculously, he had managed to hold onto the rifle he was using. He weakly
tossed it to Jessie.
"Look...through the scope...see who's shooting at us."
Jessie looked at her weakened, bleeding partner. Her shaking hand picked up the
rifle and fumbled with it.
"James, I can't do this! I can't handle this!"
James' breathing was becoming more shallow and was feeling cold. She was upside
down to him as he peered up at her from the ground. A hint of her panties were
visible beneath her short skirt, but he forced himself to look higher at his
scared partner. His voice was now a harsh whisper.
"Are you...telling me...that you're too..scared to do it?"
Jessie blinked at him as another crack was heard and the bullet zinged by the
metal air vent. She couldn't recall a time that James had ever spoken to her
like that. She became rather calm suddenly, now a bit impressed with him showing
a little spine instead of always cowering. A little sly smile appeared on her
face.
"We'll see who's scared." And with that, she moved around the corner of the air
vent and slowly brought the rifle up and pointed it across the street. She
peered through it carefully. She gasped at what she saw.
"They're Team Rocket members!" she exclaimed.
As she looked through the scope, the assassin Rockets appeared to be talking to
something on their wrist. The gunman's head was turned to face his partner, as
the other spoke.
"Shoot...them....Jessie..."
Jessie looked a bit anxious about that, but then she remembered that they were
just tranquilizer darts, not bullets. She held the rifle carefully, saw one of
their heads, and pulled the trigger. The rifle gave a little pffft and the dart
struck the wall just above them. Jessie cursed and reloaded her weapon. The
assassin Rockets didn't seem to notice that they had been shot at. She aimed
again, held her breath this time and pulled the trigger. Pffft! The next dart
hit the back of the skull and within a moment, the member with the rifle keeled
over. The remaining one looked at the first one in surprise, then anger,
apparently unaware of what happened. She quickly reloaded, aimed and fired
again. Pffft! Right in the jugular vein. And he dropped like a rock. She sighed
a breath of relief as she returned to James, very pleased with herself.
Unfortunately, James couldn't share in her happiness as he had become
unconscious and cold.
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Passion Under Fire: Part II
By The Jolt Master
James woke up and his shoulder throbbed fiercely. He shifted his shoulder
slightly only to have the searing pain return in force. His whole body felt sore
too, like he had been dragged over a gravel road, but he could not understand
why. He broke into a light-headed sweat, groaning unhappily. Jessie quickly
appeared at his side. Her usually icy stare seemed to have evaporated, being
replaced by reddened orbs of great concern. James' gaze focused a bit and he saw
her face touched with small smears of blood. He glanced down to see that her
hands had a red tint to them and then he saw his shoulder. Most of the white
towels were almost completely dyed red with his blood. His groggy mind surmised
that Jessie had saved his life by using the basic first aid training that Team
Rocket had taught them a few years ago. His eyes flitted back up to the meet
Jessie's. She had already started crying again, but she was smiling.
"Welcome back."
"Thank you," he whispered weakly. "Good...to be back...wherever...we are."
"We're in our hotel room," she started. "Thankfully, I only had to drag you down
one flight of stairs. Also, I paid cash for the room, so we couldn't be traced."
Now he understood why his body was sore as she began to carefully remove the
blood-soaked towels. He gritted his teeth as she did the peeling. The wound
itself was caked with chunks of dried blood and burned flesh from the hot
bullet's entry. The curled flaps of skin could be rolled back into place to re-
seal the hole, but some blood had started to slowly ooze out of his wound.
Jessie quickly got a wad of gauze and stated how painful this was likely to be.
James became worried, then started cussing up a storm as she stuffed the wad
into the entry wound. She managed to ignore his swearing, but it killed her to
cause him so much pain. She just wanted him to get better, so they could figure
out their next move. He finally stopped cussing, but was breathing heavily and
sweating profusely from the pain. As she finished with the covering bandage, a
fairly self-satisfied smile appeared on her face. She spoke with her usual
bravado.
"I should become a doctor, since I did so well.
James pulled his head up a bit, providing a rather glassy-eyed glare.
"Real doctors...use morphine," he responded weakly. With that, his eyes rolled
back into his head and he passed out.
She pursed her lips at that comment, but he was right. He needed a real doctor
to get that bullet out of him. She sighed with fatigue. What James didn't
realize was that ten hours had passed from when he had been shot. The first few
hours were the most horrifying because he would not stop bleeding. That's when
she came up with the idea of plugging up the hole with one of the washcloths
from the bathroom. It was only later on that she had found the first aid kit and
started using the items in there. After she did what she could to stop the
bleeding, she waited, then eventually fell asleep. Her dreams were filled with
the horror of his death. Visions of her, dressed in black, next to the James'
coffin, while all the flowers around them were on fire, except for the solitary
red rose that was laid atop his casket. She was crying profusely. Strangely, she
then reached into her chest and pulled out her own heart. It kept beating and
then stopped when it turned to glass. The ruby colored heart then broke in half.
One half fell to the ground and shattered, while the remaining half turned to
stone. At that moment, James had woken up, much to her relief. She did not want
to see the rest of the dream, must less try to figure out what it all meant.
She left James' side, relieved to see that he might live, but something had to
be done. She strode over to their foot locker that they always had with them.
Opening it revealed a series of outfits and costumes. She pulled out a blue
outfit and went into the bathroom. While she was showering, trying to scrub out
all the blood on her hands, she tried to understand why there were Team Rocket
members shooting at them -- trying to kill them! She shook her head. She could
not focus on thinking about what happened as her concern for James was
overwhelming her mind. She had to get help.
An hour later, she came back out. She was dressed in a professional looking
outfit: navy blue blazer, matching mid-thigh skirt, white blouse, nylons, and
black high heels. The dark rimmed glasses completed her disguise, but the most
striking feature was the return of her natural hair color: fiery red. It was
currently tied into a tight bun behind her. As she looked into the mirror again,
she still could not recognize herself. Who would have guessed that being
yourself could be your best form of deception. She walked over to the sleeping
James, leaned over, and gently kissed him on the forehead. It left a small print
from her lipstick, but she did not notice it. She had already turned and left
their room to seek a doctor, silently praying for James to be safe while she was
gone.
As Jessie reached the ground floor, she could see, through the windows of the
lobby, the swarms of Team Rocket members on the street. She halted, her heart
thumping. It wasn't often that she had seen so many members in one place except
at a base of operations or one of their propaganda rallies. But she knew they
were looking for her and James; she just wished she knew why all this was
happening. She couldn't worry about that now. Taking a deep breath, she focused
on the task at hand, quickly glanced at her fake ID, so she wouldn't forget who
she was supposed to be, if she was questioned. With that, she pushed the
revolving door and was out in the street. The younger male Team Rocket members
took immediate notice and simply stared at her. Some of the female members had
taken on a rather indignant stance as she walked by, a few even swatted their
male counterparts to stop their gawking. Jessie tried not to look nervous or
worried, despite her stomach trying to eat its way out of her body. Although, it
was a bit flattering, but she couldn't really enjoy it since she was working to
get away from them. She had to remember that she was wading through a pool of
hungry sharks and if they sniffed her out; it would be over. Two sharks
approached her, looking fairly confident in themselves. One had dark hair and
was a bit shorter than her. The other was light haired and considerably taller
than her. Both were a bit younger than her, but certainly no less dangerous.
"Excuse me, miss," the dark-haired one spoke.
Here goes, she thought, as she cleared her throat.
"Yes?" she replied, letting her eyes make direct contact with his. This made him
flinch slightly; advantage - Jessie.
"Er...I'm Ron and this is Jack. We're looking for a couple of friends of ours.
Have you seen them?"
Jack produced two photographs of Jessie and James as Ron spoke. Her face flushed
a bit, but she stared at the two pictures while she regained her composure. She
remembered when these photos were taken -- "for search and rescue situations, in
case you go missing in action. Remember, we look out for our own." Glancing back
at Ron, she was sure they could hear her heart pounding loudly in her chest, but
she hoped her gaze would drill right through him.
"I haven't seen either one of them," she stated. "Is there anything else? I have
an important meeting I must get to."
"Hold on for a moment," Jack said. "Are you absolutely sure you haven't seen
them?"
She turned a strong glare to Jack. He didn't flinch, so she firmed up her voice
instead, needing the authority now or she wouldn't escape.
"I haven't seen either of them," she said firmly. "Now, since you're not the
police, you boys won't be detaining me further." With that, she stepped past
them quickly. Ron and Jack glanced at either other, then moved in front of her
again.
"Wait, wait, hold it," Ron said. "Ah, maybe we, uh, we could discuss this over
dinner?" They smiled a bit sheepishly.
She blinked a couple times, then her trademark sly smile returned. She even
stepped a little closer to him, letting a single finger trace along the boy's
jawline and dropping her voice a sultry octave.
"Hmm...maybe dinner would be interesting. I'm sure we could talk about all sorts
of things. But that's all we'd be able to do...because I don't want to get
arrested."
With that, she slid past him. Hearing the two of them groan in awed dismay as
she added a little hip tilt to her gait, more to entrance them to keep their
distance. She muttered to herself.
"Okay skin, you can stop crawling now."
*** *** *** ***
"Aaron? Your pokemon are all healed and ready to go."
Nurse Joy enjoyed working at the Pokemon Health Clinic. She got to meet kids,
help their pokemon and fulfill her dream of helping others. She couldn't help
but to smile at what she has accomplished in her life's work as a pokemon
caretaker. Jessie entered and moved past the scores of kids that filled the
triage area. She was here because Team Rocket would most likely be watching the
human hospitals and she didn't personally know any doctors. She approached Joy
at the desk.
"Excuse me, nurse," she said, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. She
had never been in a Pokemon Health Center as Team Rocket always took care of
their own pokemon.
"Yes?" Joy replied, smiling brightly. Jessie almost felt nauseous from the sheer
happiness the woman eminated, but she put that aside, James needed her.
"There's been a...hunting accident, in the nearby forest," she started.
"Oh my goodness! Your pokemon was shot?!" Joy responded. Jessie blinked once,
but delighted to see that Joy had provided a better story than the one she had
concocted.
"Yes. Yes he was," she said, thinking quickly. "My poor...poor..Meowth. Yes, my
Meowth was shot. I managed to get him back to my hotel room, but he needs a real
doctor. Please, help me," she finished her story and wiped away an unanticipated
tear.
"Oh, you poor dear. Let me get my medical bag and we'll see what we can do."
Jessie was a little surprised that Joy might be a qualified surgeon. After Joy
told another nurse that she was going on a house call, the two of them set off
to the hotel. Joy explained how often she had done these things, since other
pokemon often injure themselves and get all sorts of things impaled into them.
Jessie was relieved to hear that. The last thing she needed was a receptionist
operating on her long-time partner and friend.
*** *** *** ***
"You'll never take us!"
Both James and Jessie stood defiantly, ripping their Team Rocket logos off their
chests and casting them aside. From the fog that surrounded them, a man with a
dark piercing gaze stepped forward. His identity was shrouded by the darkness,
but the gun he had could be clearly seen and it was pointed at them.
"I don't want you miserable failures. Not now...not ever."
A shot fired and Jessie screamed. James turned to see the horrific results as a
waterfall of blood spurted out of her chest. A wide streak of blood coated
Jessie's body as she fell backwards from the force of the shot, hitting the
ground hard. His eyes went wide with fear as he knelt beside her, then picked
her up, cradling her limp body close to his own. He rocked her gently back and
forth, speaking quickly as he cried uncontrollably.
"Jessie? Jessie?! Please don't leave me! I need you. I love you, Jessie. I love
you. I love you!"
James looked down at her face. He could see that she had moved on and joined her
ancestors. He looked to the sky as his soul tore itself apart.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
*** *** *** ***
"He's bleeding very heavily. Apply some pressure right here."
Jessie pushed where she was directed and the bleeding almost stopped. Joy worked
skillfully, the bullet now visible and within reach of her clamps. James was
moaning fitfully and sweating profusely, his eyes still closed.
"I can't believe I'm actually helping you two," Joy said, her usually happy
voice taking on an edge of surliness.
"Look, I said I was sorry, but I had to lie to you. I didn't have a choice,"
Jessie replied. "Team Rocket is trying to kill us!"
"Perhaps you're getting what you deserve," Joy stated flatly, focusing on
extracting the bullet. With a little suction pop, she tossed the bloodied bullet
into the metal bowl. It clanged around a couple times, then stopped. Jessie
glanced at the wad of metal, amazed that something so small could be so deadly.
Joy quickly stitched up the wound, then applied some of the healing elements she
used to cure wounds on pokemon. It seemed to be working, but not as fast as she
was used to. But then, this was a human, not a pokemon.
"I'm finished. Keep the area clean and away from water for a couple days. The
healing elements I used should prevent any infection."
With that said, she packed up her equipment and Jessie stood to escort her out.
When she spoke, her voice had a very humble tone to it.
"Thank you, Joy," she paused a bit. The words seemed so foreign to her. Her eyes
softened some as she continued. "I really appreciate you helping him."
"I was just doing my job; one that I took an oath for," she replied, pursing her
lips at her. She sighed and continued, "You're welcome. I hope you two get out
of this."
"Me too," she squeaked out, then started to cry. Almost instinctively, Joy went
over and hugged her. Jessie unleashed a waterfall of tears as she held onto Joy,
as though her life depended on it. Joy patted her back and comforted her. After
a few minutes, Jessie managed to stop crying, wiping away her tears with her
fingers.
"I'm sorry...it's just," she stuttered, "I..I don't know what I'd do if he had
died. I've never been so scared in my life. I mean, they've all just turned
against us and I don't know what to do. I just feel so betrayed by everyone I
know."
The nurse looked at her for a long moment. She felt a little guilty about what
she had said earlier to her. She hugged her again and Jessie started crying all
over again. Joy rocked her back and forth, trying to softly shush her.
"Jessie," Joy started, as she pulled her away, so that she can look at her in
the eye. "You two are going to get through this, but you need to be strong. I
don't know what else to tell you about what's happening. I can only suggest
going to the police or to someone who can protect you."
Jessie nodded and thanked her again. She reminded her to use the back entrance,
the same one they had come up, so that she wouldn't draw attention to herself.
The nurse nodded, then turned and walked down the hallway. Jessie closed the
door and walked back to James' bedside, wiping away the tears that streaked her
face. She covered the stitches with what was left of the first aid kit. When she
finished, she let out a long, tired breath that felt like she had been holding
it for the past hour. She caught her breath again as James stirred and slowly
opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the most beautiful woman in the
world. This made him sure that he had died, but another blink made it clear that
he was wrong on that second count. He was still right on for the first one
though. Jessie smiled happily, letting a couple of tears fall freely. He
gingerly moved a hand to her face, his shoulder not hurting as much now. He
wiped away one of the tears with his thumb as he cupped her cheek. Both of her
hands met with his, grasping it firmly. He smiled warmly at her, then gently
pulled her face to his own. Jessie was a little taken aback by this, but not for
long. Their lips met, softly crushing against each other. His other arm reached
up and brought her closer, lovingly hugging her. Her own hands cupped his face,
trying not to touch his injured shoulder. Their tongues gently waltzed together
and their passion increased as they continued to kiss. Jessie gently broke the
kiss to look into James' eyes. He smiled still, but his eyes were closed. He had
drifted off to sleep, his lips gently murmuring.
"Love..you."
As he laid asleep, she gazed upon him, a warm smile gracing her lips. She could
still taste his kiss upon her, which sent tingling sensations all over her body,
like a mild electrical current. She crossed his arms on his chest, then pulled
the covers down to expose his chest. As she started to remove her clothes, she
kept looking at him, almost studying his muscular definitions. A lustful grin
crept to her lips as she finally stepped out of her panties and kicked them
aside. She crossed over to his left side, the uninjured side, and slid into bed
with him. Despite how turned on she was, she could feel the weight of the day
dragging her down to Slumberland. She moved his arm out, so that she could
nestle herself in his embrace, in spite of him being asleep. She gazed one more
time at his defined chest. While he was fairly thin, he obviously worked out.
She traced a slow finger slowly along the six-pack of his abdomen. He felt
pretty solid, yet she knew how easily it could be punctured. She leaned forward
and placed a soft kiss on his stomach, then trailed up to his torso. Each kiss
provided an opportunity to taste him. She smiled more and more as she continued
upwards, finally arriving at James' face. A loving gaze looked over him,
studying every feature of his handsome face. She placed a final kiss on his
lips, pulled the sheets over them, then curled up in the crook of his arm. Her
nude body rested comfortably against his lean form and she quickly fell asleep.
The outside world still hunted for them, but that didn't matter now. That was a
problem to solve for tomorrow.
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Passion Under Fire: Part III
By The Jolt Master
James woke up, his shoulder throbbing slightly, but certainly not to the extent
it had been yesterday. But the rest had done him some good and was certainly
feeling better. His stomach growled about being neglected and Jessie stirred
quietly next to him, curled up on his chest. He glanced down, then looked around
the room.
Suddenly, his eyes bolted open.
There she was; sleeping peacefully in the crook of his arm. He noted the bare
shoulders on her. Still in shock, but very curious, he carefully lifted the
covers. He gazed for a long time at what he saw. Her smooth curvy hip laid
against his briefs as her breast rested against his chest. Her silky skin moved
slowly as she breathed rhythmically. Her leg was curled around his and her arm
was draped over him as well. His own breathing felt accelerated, but he was in
fact holding it.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
He finally put the covers down and sat there rather flabbergasted. What
happened? The kiss. He faintly remembered the heavenly kiss and his profession
of love...he hoped. He glanced under the covers again. Okay, he must have said
it. She apparently felt the same way. Actually, she felt very good. He let out a
little chuckle at the lustful thought, then looked over at her face. So
peaceful. So beautiful. His feelings for her were true; he was confident of
that. The dream of her being shot flashed through his mind and he realized that
he would lay down his life for her. Although, he hoped it would never come to
that. Being shot once was enough for him.
While he didn't know much about love, he knew that he wanted to explore it. He
already knew that his epiphany regarding love wasn't that deep either. He became
a bit angered when he thought it over. For the past three years, he had been
taught -– no, programmed to believe that love was evil. All this time, he had
been denying, and denied, feeling love. Now, with Jessie in his arms, his
understanding of what he felt for her, he realized that he had been denied the
very thing that made life worthwhile. "It is better to have loved and lost than
never to have loved at all." Where had he heard that? He remembered hearing it
over a year ago, after Jessie and he recited their motto. Some girl had said it
in response to his side of the motto, before they kidnapped her pokemon or
whatever it was that they did to her. It always struck him as curious, but he
hadn't understood it, or cared about it, at the time. Now the wisdom of the
statement crashed in on him like a tidal wave. He happened to glance over at the
table on his right side and spotted a rose in the midst of the empty first aid
kit and a couple of bloodied towels. He picked the rose up and smelled it. God,
it was so wonderfully sweet. He looked at it again, denunciations of truth and
love echoing in his mind. It became more apparent to him now that truth and love
were strong energies being utilized by Giovanni for his own nefarious purposes.
He tossed the rose into the trash can. His shoulder flashed with pain, but it
quickly dissipated. He smiled to himself. Now, he understood the power of truth
and love.
He looked down at Jessie's face again, then leaned down and kissed her forehead.
She stirred and woke up, her eyes gently opening. Her draped arm hugged him as
he brought his own arm down to hold her close to him. She then crawled on top of
him. James could feel every inch of her smooth body against his own. Needless to
say, this aroused him a great deal, but his eyes were locked on hers. Both of
them were smiling at each other.
"Good morning," she whispered softly.
"Good morning, my love," he replied, gently stroking her cheek. Managing to tear
his eyes away from her eyes for a moment, he glanced up at her hair. He smirked
a little bit.
"So that's your natural hair color..." He smiled at her, knowing that he was
worthy of the remark, provided he washed out his own color. "Let me see it
down...out of the bun."
"Someone's feeling better," she said, but smiled shyly at the request. She then
sat up, straddling him at his hips. James gazed up at her in complete awe as she
reached behind her head and pulled out all the little clips and ties used to
hold her hair in place. Jessie blushed some at James' drooling. Now she was
flattered by the gawking, especially since it was from someone she cared about.
She struck a couple of subtle poses, hoping he would like what he saw. James
continued to be awestruck by her nudity. His eyes were locked on her exposed
breasts. Her hair now cascaded down her back, some of it falling in front, as
though trying to salvage some form of modesty. Jessie smiled very slyly at him,
even dropping her voice to a sultry tone.
"Aren't you going to say anything about how incredibly sexy I am?"
For a moment, he couldn't. But he was able to say something; his voice seemed to
have been humbled by a greater power.
"My God, Jessie, you are so beautiful."
When Jessie heard this, she almost responded with the usual sense of bravado and
arrogance about her looks. What stopped her was the extreme sincerity in his
voice. He really meant every word of it. Her insecurities suddenly rose to the
surface and she bit her lower lip in uncertainty.
"Do you mean that, James? You really think I'm beautiful?"
"Oh God, yes," he answered as he reached up and gently cupped her face, pulling
her to him. "Dear God, yes," he whispered as he lovingly placed his lips upon
hers and passionately kissed. Their arms entwined one another, just after Jessie
reached back and flung the sheets over them. Kisses and moans could be heard
from beneath the sheets, then a pair of briefs found itself airborn, landing
near Jessie's blouse. There was an audible, lustful moan from Jessie as she
exclaimed two words passionately.
"Oh James."
They made love all morning and afternoon, taking a short break to wash the color
from James' hair. This took a considerable amount of time, since she was
straddling him and neither had bothered to get dressed that afternoon. Once that
little chore was done and James was now sporting a head of dirty blond hair,
they snacked on some food that was in their foot locker. Both of them were
incredibly hungry and enjoyed feeding each other bits of food they had. Once
their physical hunger had been taken care of, their lustful hunger for each
other flared up again. Their lovemaking lasted long into the night. Some hours
later, they were asleep in each others arms. Their sweat drying in the cool
evening breezes that blew in from the partially open window. They were both a
little sore from the frequency, but the smiles on their faces told mountains
about their experience.
*** *** *** ***
The next day arrived and James stood naked by the window, looking down at the
thinning crowds of Team Rocket members. The police had been trying to clear them
out, since they were becoming a nuisance to the other businesses on the street.
While he was not wholly suprised that they were still there, he understood, at
that moment, that they were on a deadline. They had to leave soon. Jessie woke
up and saw him with his back to her. She smiled lustfully as she simply looked
at his backside.
"We'll need to leave soon," James said, hearing Jessie stir, but not looking
behind him.
He's got such a cute butt! she thought, smiling even moreso, but managed to
reply with, "I know. But where are we going to go? Who's responsible for
shooting at us?"
"Well," he started, "I've been thinking about that. If Team Rocket is trying to
kill us, who directs Team Rocket?"
I definitely need to get my hands on his butt! Mmm! she thought, then replied
with, "Giovanni. He's behind this! He must be! He's the one who hands out all
the major assignments, especially the high priority ones. So where do we go?"
Jessie cast the covers off and walked over to James, so that she could put her
lustful thinking into action.
"We go to the police. Get some sort of protection. Maybe we can testify against
him, since we've done a lot of things under his direction, so they might be able
to arrest him for that...it's not much, but it's a start."
It sounds like a good idea, she thought, but out loud, she said, "Your butt
feels so good!" Both her hands clutched his cheeks, then she turned really red.
An amused smirk crossed James' face as he looked back at her.
"Did I say that out loud?" she said, providing a very sheepish smile. He nodded
in agreement, but smiled at her as he dropped the window shade.
"Yes, but I do admire your focus on the topic at hands," he replied. And with
that, they embraced each other and kissed lustfully. Their hands freely roaming
each others bodies.
*** *** *** ***
"I've never seen so many Team Rocket members in one area," said Brock, as he
looked through some binoculars from a small hill, near to the town. The sixteen
year old boy continued, his spiky black hair waving a bit in the wind. "They
must be looking for someone important."
"I wonder who it might be," said Misty, as she combed out her bright red hair.
The thirteen year old girl had recently taken on more concern about her
appearance, in hopes that Ash might take some notice. So far, it had not been
working and was trying to think of a different or more direct approach.
"I dunno. It's--" replied Brock. At that moment, he looked up at the hotel
windows and saw Jessie's nude form striding over to James's nude form. Brock's
jaw just dropped and moaned quietly at the loveliness that Jessie possessed.
Misty noticed this and took the binoculars from him. Brock sat there in a
lovestruck trance.
"What is it, Brock?" she asked as she put the binoculars to her eyes. She
spotted the same window and saw James's nudity in the windows. "Oh my," was all
she could whisper and felt her whole body become flushed. The window shade had
dropped and Ash came over to them at that moment. Pikachu wasn't far behind as
he was looking for something to nibble on.
"Hey guys. Any ideas about the big crowd of Team Rocket members?" the dark-
haired eleven year old asked, his red and white cap slightly askew. Brock and
Misty looked at each other, both of them very red. Brock quickly stood up.
"Ah, I just remembered something. Er, I need to..uh, go."
With that, Brock bolted out of sight. Misty stood up too, but much more
deliberately and turned to face Ash.
"I wonder what that was about. You'd think he saw another girl or something,"
Ash said, watching Brock take off. Misty came up very close to him, smiling at
him and even still a bit flushed. Her heart was pounding, but she was
determined. She had a new inspiration.
"He did," she simply replied. Just as Ash turned to ask another question, she
jumped him. Her lips meshed with his as she quickly put her arms around his neck
and quickly took him to the ground. Ash did not have a chance against her. She
finally had her means of expressing her feelings to him.
*** *** *** ***
An hour later, after forcefully willing themselves not to touch each other, so
that they could get past the Rockets and escape to the police station, James was
putting the final touches on his moustache and goatee. The facial hair color
matched the wig he was wearing: salt and pepper, but more salt, to make him look
much older. He was also practicing his inflections, so that he sounded like a
much older man. Jessie was dressed the same way she as before when she left the
first time. James had a hard time keeping his eyes off her. She noticed it and
simply smiled.
"Come on, you dirty old man, we need to get out of here."
"I know, I know. I'm just glad that I'm not dressed as a woman this time."
"True," she grinned mischieviously. "But you are wearing my underwear."
James could only redden with embarassment as a smile crossed his lips. He did
manage a reply.
"But I'm so turned on by the fact that you're not wearing them."
It was her turn to blush now, then the two of them giggled happily. After a
moment, they became serious and prepared to leave. They both recited their
identities to each other, so they wouldn't forget who they were. James picked up
a cane to add to the effect and use as a weapon if it got ugly. They also
decided to leave the footlocker behind. They were not coming back to Team Rocket
and it would make them pretty obvious with all the Team Rocket logos pasted on
it. They were about to open the door when Jessie felt a wave of nausea pass
through her. She quickly went into the bathroom. James waited a bit nervously.
He heard her put a glass down on the sink, then she opened the door. Her color
had returned and she was dabbing the sweat off her brow, using the last clean
towel. She nodded that she was okay and that it must have been the adrenaline
surge that made her sick. James was obviously concerned, but elected to take her
excuse at face value. They went to the door again, opened it and entered the
hallway.
The hallway was lined with doors on both sides, each with their own room number.
The wallpaper was a gaudy olive and white striped design that had a vinyl sort
of texture to it. As they walked to the elevators, they both spotted a group of
five Rocket members turning the corner at the opposite end of the hallway. The
one out in front was barking orders while a couple of them went to the doors and
knocked on them.
"Remember: These two used to be the best of the best. Their disguises were
always top notch. But they're scared and wounded. Finding them will not be
difficult. They should be very easy prey."
Both Jessie and James paused in the hallway and looked at each other. The
Rockets were canvasing the entire hotel, searching for them. James put a hand
behind Jessie, gave a little push and walked in step with her. His eyes narrowed
and whispered sharply to Jessie.
"Let's show them how wounded and scared we are."
Jessie was not as sure of herself as he was, but she followed his lead. They
reached the elevators and pushed the down button. They waited quietly, their
hearts pounding fiercely as fear set in. They certainly would do what they could
to avoid the Rockets, but --
"Excuse me?"
They both turned, Jessie looking a bit more worried than James did, but that
quickly passed. It was the leader of the canvasing group. His tone was polite
and cordial.
"My name is Harry. I was wondering if you two might've seen a couple of our
associates."
Harry produced the same two photographs that Jessie saw on her first trip out.
James had remembered when the photographs were taken as well. James shook his
head, as did Jessie.
"We've never seen them before," James replied, his voice taking on a gravely
texture. He gave a couple of coughs to go with it. "Pardon me."
Harry nodded as he took the photographs back, keeping a subtle leering eye on
Jessie. Jessie became very uncomfortable being under his gaze, not so much that
he was searching for her, but that he might be having very lustful thoughts
about her made her a bit queasy. James noticed his gaze and also noticed that
the other Rockets had already moved past the elevators and were knocking on the
doors down their wing. It was just the three of them now and the elevator dinged
to announce its arrival. James' heart pounded with the spontaneous plan his
brain just cooked up.
"Well, I won't keep you two then. Thank you for your time," said Harry.
"Perhaps you could answer us a couple questions," James said, his voice tense,
but normal. Harry looked at him in surprise at the voice change, but it was too
late. James had already swung his cane into Harry's groin, then whirled around
clockwise, slamming the cane into Harry's skull, which forced him to stumble
into the now open elevator. A surprised Jessie miraculously didn't scream or
yell when James did this, but reacted quickly by pressing the 'L' button for the
hotel lobby, once she stepped inside the car. James came into the elevator car
and the doors closed behind him. Harry groaned in pain. A few floors passed and
James flipped the emergency stop switch. The car stopped with a little lurch.
James then propped Harry up into a sitting position, then wedged his head
against the wall by putting the head of the cane under his chin and pushing up.
The other end of it was jammed into the floor, effectively locking his skull
into place, like one might put a chair under a doorknob to prevent entry. James
leaned on the cane a bit with his knee, to add a bit of pressure to Harry's
head. Jessie crouched with him, still a bit surprised by James' impromptu idea,
but her mindframe was very professional now.
"And my questions are," James started, an angry growl in his voice now, "who
sent you? Who is behind all of this? Why did a couple Rockets try to kill us?
And...if you don't tell us the truth, Jessie here will rip your throat out with
her very sharp nails."
Jessie, as if on cue, reached out for Harry's exposed throat and gently raked
his skin, making it point to tickle the rings surrounding his larnyx. It had the
desired effect on poor Harry.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Harry sputtered through clenched teeth, his jaw being
forced against his skull, making it hard to speak. "I know...ugh, nothing
about...killing you. My team...was sent to find you. Ow! Nothing more...I
swear!"
James pursed his lips at this, then looked at Jessie. "Rip his throat out. He's
lying."
Jessie nodded, then gripped Harry's throat firmly and he squealed for mercy.
"I don't know...anything!! The orders...came directly...from Giovanni!" Harry
pulled out a folded sheet of paper from under his Rocket monogrammed sweater.
James took it as Jessie kept her grip on his throat. James skimmed through it
quickly, then recited some of it for everyone to hear.
" 'Jessie and James are traitors to the extreme and must be sought out and
brought to me directly, so that I may serve punishment for their transgressions
against us and the very foundation which upholds the ideals of Team Rocket.' "
Jessie and James' hearts sank upon hearing this, but at least they had confirmed
who was behind their assassination. James motioned for her to let go of his
throat, then he pulled the cane away. Jessie stood up, looking a bit uncertain
about what James was up to. He was even trying to help Harry to his feet. Once
Harry was on one knee, James pulled back a fist and let it fly. Harry never knew
what hit him as his head slammed against the back wall of the elevator and he
fell unconcious to the floor. With his enemy down, he searched him for his entry
ID badge. He pocketed the memo and the ID inside his jacket pocket, then undid
the emergency stop. He quickly pressed the '2' button. Jessie understood what he
was trying to do. Stop on the second floor, then take the stairs to the lobby
and go out the front door while everyone was distracted.
It worked like a charm. The Rockets crowded around the elevator to investigate
Harry's injuries and they slipped through the front door. They headed towards
the tallest building in the city, which they presumed was City Hall. They had
just passed by an alleyway when Ron stepped out in front of them. Oddly enough,
he was by himself. Before he could even say "Are you sure you won't reconsider
my dinner offer?" to Jessie, she cold-cocked him and he unceremoneously dropped
to the ground, falling back into the alley. She quickly went down and grabbed
his ID. James was a little stunned by this, but was able to keep walking with
her, as though nothing had happened.
"You go girl," he said, smiling amusedly at her.
"I am woman. Hear me roar!" she said, grinning at him.
"Oh, I heard you roar plenty of times this morning and last night."
Jessie blushed at his statement, but smiled happily.
"And I can hardly wait to do it again," she replied. James turned a bit red,
both of them chuckling a bit nervously at the prospect of making love again.
They continued to City Hall and hopefully, the police station.
=================================================================================
Passion Under Fire: Part IV
By The Jolt Master
Jessie and James arrived at the police station intact. No one followed them and
no one recognized them. Even though they were in the safety of the police
station, no one seemed to notice them. Looking around at all the policemen,
detectives and various people being interviewed, both citizens and criminals,
they saw one officer standing at what appeared to be a front desk, similar to
what is seen at a hotel. The desk itself was a dark mahongany color that was on
a raised dias almost a foot above the main floor, so that the officer would have
to look down at the person to discuss whatever the problem might be. They
tentatively approached the front desk while the dark haired officer behind it
wrote down some notes. James coughed politely to get his attention. He looked up
from what he was doing, not looking too pleased, but not upset either.
"May I help you?"
"We, ah," James started, looking at Jessie, who returned the look. James looked
back to the officer, his voice filled with a light uncertainty. "We ah, need to
talk to someone."
"Well, I'm right here," the officer replied, looking a bit annoyed now.
"Yes, er, we can see that," stammered James, trying to compose himself to so
that he can finally betray Giovanni; the man who had been like a father figure
to him for the past few years. Jessie seemed to know what he was thinking and
took up the reins.
"We wish to see Giovanni go to jail," she blurted out. She took another breath,
trying to calm her nerves. "He tried to kill us."
At that moment, an Arcanine leaped up with both forepaws on the desk. Several
small streams of fire jetted out of its nose, as though the name Giovanni
inspired some sort of hatred within the almost regal hellhound. The officer
turned on the dog.
"Striker, get down. Now!"
The pokemon complied and went back to being on all fours. He then turned to his
other side and called across the room.
"Jenny! We've got a couple of kids who want to talk about Giovanni."
"Thanks, Harrison," came the reply. With that, Officer Harrison and Striker
walked away from the front desk. Jessie and James were positively horrified at
the officer's announcement to the whole station, coupled with Striker the
Arcanine's appearance of battle-readiness. To their surprise, no one looked
ready to attack them or tried to take them out.
Officer Jenny walked to the front desk and stood were Harrison had been before.
The slim brown-haired woman looked at them carefully. Jessie and James both
began to feel very uncomfortable, thinking that this wasn't such a good idea.
Maybe leaving would be better--
"I know you two," she said, leaning on the front desk, her eyes narrowing a bit
at them and her voice dropping. "Jessie James! You're Jessie and James of Team
Rocket!"
Fear set in now, but Jessie was able to overcome it first.
"Yes, yes we are," she started, her voice dropping also. "But we're not with
Team Rocket anymore. In fact, they're trying to kill us! And we think Giovanni
is behind it all."
"Why does he want you two dead?" Jenny asked.
"We don't know," James responded this time. "All I know is that I was shot by a
couple of Rocket members." He tapped his shoulder to emphasize his point. "That
sort of mission would most likely be a high priority type mission that only
Giovanni hands out himself. When we managed to escape, he sent out a directive
to everyone to find us."
James then handed her the memo he took off Harry from the elevator. Jenny read
it over and nodded.
"May I keep this? For evidence?"
The ex-Rockets nodded their approval, then she gestured for them to follow her.
They walked through a maze of desks, chairs, other cops, the din of ringing
phones and crying victims to reach their destination of a small meeting room.
Jenny peeked in and then entered, seeing no one inside. Jessie and James entered
quickly and Jenny locked the door behind them. She gestured to have them sit at
a small wooden table that had three chairs. The room itself was bare of any
decorations, save a large mirror on one wall. The table had a tape recorder and
a single microphone. They realized were in an interrogation room as Jenny pulled
out a tape and popped into the recorder and set it into motion.
"August 15th, 2000. Time: 1:06pm PDT. Interviewing ex-Rocket members, Jessie and
James. Also known as 'Jessie James.' Last names unknown. Their biographies and
criminal files can be referenced by numbers TR-4829 and TR-4830. The latest
violation believed to be committed by them is the attempted kidnapping of a
Pokemon through use of an illegal tranquilizer. Violation of Pokemon Penal Codes
932.4 through 934.6 and Human Penal Code 12280, subsection b, illegal possession
of an assault weapon and Human Penal Code 12022.53, subsection 6, discharging of
said assault weapon in violation of Section 220, assault with intent to commit a
specified felony."
Jessie and James looked at each other rather uneasily. It was already going very
badly. Jenny then addressed them. Her tone was firm and professional.
"Now, what do you know about Giovanni and is it worth enough to keep you two out
of jail?"
**** **** **** ****
A few hours later, Jessie and James had explained the details of the past few
days and recounted just about every criminal act they had ever done under
Giovanni and Team Rocket's direction. While both of the ex-Rockets felt some
relief for confessing to their sins against society, Jessie was strangely
emotional. She had been crying softly on James' shoulder for the past fifteen
minutes while James held her. The officer looked tired, but she was smiling. She
was finally going to bust the son of a bitch.
"Okay," she began, "you've given me a lot of information that would send him
away for a while. But a good lawyer, which I know he has, will get him off of
most of these charges you're making. Something very solid is going to be
needed." She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "I need you to get
Giovanni to confess to trying to kill you."
Both Jessie and James blanched at her words. After a minute of stunned silence,
Jessie spoke up, sounding almost hysterical.
"You want us...to go back there?? Are you crazy?! How are we supposed to do
that? We barely escaped with our lives to get here! We came here for
protection!"
"I wish I were crazy," replied Jenny, her tone very somber. "If you were able to
get him to confess to trying to kill you though, I can assure you that two
counts of attempted murder gets minimum twelve to twenty years...maybe even
more. It's very convincing to a jury to hear a man confess on tape, since you'll
be wearing bugs." She looked at them steadily. "But I need your help, otherwise,
he'll be back in business in a couple years at best."
"If you do this," she continued, "we can hide you through Witness Protection
until he's convicted."
"But what if he isn't convicted?" Jessie said, her eyes red from her crying.
"You get that confession and he will be," she replied, the authority in her
voice didn't waver at all. Jessie and James looked back at her, still rather
stunned by her request. They looked at each other, then back to the officer.
"We need some time alone," said James softly.
The officer nodded, then left the room. They were alone and they both sighed
very heavily, both in weariness and grave concern.
"Jessie...are you sure about this? I mean, if we do this, we could get killed!"
"I know," she nodded thoughtfully, looking a bit pale and very tired. "But if we
don't do this, we'll be on the run forever. We'll be always be looking over our
shoulders. They may eventually capture and kill us."
James looked at her uncomfortably. He did not want to hear that, but she was
right. It was either seek protection by going into the lion's den or run forever
and never be sure they'll see the next dawn.
"Okay," he replied softly, taking her hand in his and squeezing it firmly.
"Let's do it. Let's get Giovanni."
From behind the one-way mirror, Jenny smiled broadly as James' voice came over
the dark hallway's little speaker. She directed another officer to get the bugs
and outfits they would need.
*** *** *** ***
Jessie and James had been moved to a room with bunk beds and handed their new
disguises: black Team Rocket uniforms. Jessie guessed they kept runaway kids
here when the police needed to contact parents to pick them up. James was not
too concerned about the room's function. He was focusing on a plan to get
Giovanni to confess. He stripped down to nothing, the flat metallic box already
strapped to him and the little microphone taped near his neck, along with the
connecting wire taped down the middle of his chest. Jessie wouldn't be wearing
one, because her outfit was too small. He was glancing over it while Jessie had
already gotten her tight one piece outfit on her, accentuating her curvy body.
The police were right, there was no where they could hide a bug on her. As she
looked at herself in the full length mirror, she furrowed her brows a bit at
where the hem of the tube dress stopped. She pulled it down some more, but it
would not go any further than her butt.
"I can't believe how short this is," she muttered. James looked at her and
smiled rather lustfully.
"Neither can I."
Jessie smirked at him in the mirror, then reached up to push her hair away when
the dress hiked itself up and over her hips. James enjoyed the lovely view of
her backside.
"Oh Jessie, you are so good to me."
She had not bothered to pull her dress down as she turned around to face him, a
sly smile painted on her lips. James' jaw dropped some at the lovely vision of
her sex. She then stepped over to him, tilting her hips purposely. James dropped
most of his clothes, then brought Jessie close to him, making skin contact below
the waist. Their pulses were already accelerating. They smiled at each other,
then kissed lovingly and passionately. After some long moments, they stopped.
They knew that people were waiting for them and needed to get going. James held
up her panties from a single finger, smiling broadly.
"Did you want these now?"
Jessie giggled and took them off his finger, then swatted him playfully.
*** *** *** ***
The two of them walked toward Officer Jenny's office, dressed in their black
Team Rocket outfits. James looked the same as he had before when he worked for
Team Rocket, but now dressed in black. Jessie had on her one piece outfit, white
elbow length gloves and matching thigh-high heeled boots. Jessie kept tugging at
her hemline to try to keep it over some imaginary line of comfort, but it wasn't
working. Several transients passed them, being escorted by other cops as they
continued down the hall. Jessie picked up their stench and immediately felt sick
to her stomach. James noticed it, but couldn't do anything as Jessie immediately
bolted for the ladies' room. Some time passed and James became concerned for
her. He was about three seconds short of going in after her when Jessie stepped
out, looking a bit pale, but apparently feeling better. Something in her eyes
was different, like some revelation had been made known to her.
"Jessie, are you okay?" James' voice was filled with concern for his lover.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," she replied, absently waving him off. "It's just my
nerves. This week has been a harrowing one."
"I agree, but that's twice in one day. Maybe we shouldn't do this."
"No," Jessie replied quickly. "No, we need to do this. We must do this.
Otherwise, Giovanni wins."
James nodded his head and put an arm around Jessie's waist. They continued
towards Jenny's office to go over a plan to arrest the crime boss.
*** *** *** ***
"Okay," Jenny started, as they sat in the back of a moving van, bouncing and
lurching a bit from the unevenness in the road, "
