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The Evils of Truth and Love	By : Ceefax Category: Pokemon > General Views: 4774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Evils of Truth and Love.

By Ceefax.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings, and I'm not making any money off of this.

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Part two - To Protect Our World From Devastation.
A few uneventful, if slightly uncomfortable, nights later, on the outskirts of Celadon woods, an argument was taking place.

"I never touched it! For fuck's sake, Meowth, you're so stupid! Why the hell would I want pokémon food!?"

"You'll eat anything, everyone knows that." Meowth glowered at James.

As her companions' voices rose still further in agitation, Jesse stared into the fire. Normally she would have shut them up by now, especially as she had seen Meowth absent-mindedly dropping his food back into his bag only minutes after he had taken it out, but she was far too depressed.

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

None of them were really speaking to the others except to fight - they were all too embarrassed. Jesse blamed Meowth for starting the whole thing, but didn't want to confront him, because she was thoroughly ashamed of herself for letting him take it that far.

Just as James was holding Meowth above his head, threatening to throw him into the fire, and Meowth was clinging to his arm with all twelve claws, screaming for help, an unnecessarily large motorbike pulled up. The black-clad rider dismounted and pulled off his helmet. James and Meowth had frozen, creating an interesting tableau, and were staring curiously at the newcomer. He pushed his light blond hair out of is eyes and grinned confidently. James dropped Meowth and narrowed his eyes at the newcomer. "Hello, Ted."

He scowled. "Hi, Jim."

"What do you want?" Jesse asked, sounding bored.

"Oh, I don't want anything."

"Then piss off."

He gave an unconvincing laugh. "Jessica, it's so good to see you again. I really miss you when the boss sends you off on these," pause for smug grin, "little missions."

James snorted, and Meowth had a sudden coughing fit.

"You know," Theodore continued, ignoring them, "I never could figure out why the boss assigned you such useless partners. We would have made a great team..."

Jesse finished yawning delicately behind her hand and asked "so what was it you wanted?"

"The boss sent me to find you. He wants you to report to his office as soon as possible."

They exchanged worried looks.

"If you like, Jessica, I could put in a good word for you. You don't have to stay with these losers for the rest of your life."

James moved to her side and put his arm around her shoulders. Meowth took the other side and put his arm around her knees. "You're insulting the team, Ted," Jesse said, a dangerous smile on her face. "I think that calls for a battle."

"But, Jesse, we'll lose," James whispered urgently into her ear.

"No, we won't," she hissed between clenched teeth, her smile remaining firmly in place.

"We always do," he whined.

"Shut up, James."

"If the lovely lady insists upon a battle..." Theodore said, "go, Grimer!"

"Ekans, go!" Jesse yelled in reply, throwing her pokéball. The poison pokémon appeared and gaped it's mouth at it's opponent.

"Ekansssss!"

"Grimer!"

"Crap," James muttered, desperately rifling through his pockets. Meowth silently handed him a pokéball. "Go, Koffing!"

"Koffing!" Sparkling prettily, the latest addition joined the battlefield.

"Shouldn't we do the motto?" James asked.

"No point. He's Team Rocket, too."

"It doesn't feel right... Shouldn't we anyway?"

"Ekans, tail whip! Now!" Ekans' tail shot out, and Grimer staggered back. Before it could recover...

"Koffing! Smog attack!"

"Ekans! Bind it!"

"Two against one isn't fair!" Theodore howled, as his pokémon was attacked from both sides.

"But Team Rocket doesn't play fair, Ted," said Jesse, smugly, then finished with an evil snicker.

Meanwhile, the struggle between Grimer and Ekans ended as Grimer slipped from Ekans' coils. "Grimer! tackle!" Ted yelled. Koffing was knocked out of the air. James fumed.

"Ekans! Bite!"

"Koffing! Koffing!? KOFFING!" James' pokémon was bobbing around in a small circle and paying no attention to it's master.

"What's the matter with it?" Jesse snapped. "It didn't get hit that hard."

"I don't know," James said, scratching his head in puzzlement. "Maybe I didn't get all the soap out from that bath."

"Koffkoffkoffkoffkoffkoffkoff..."

"Maybe it's being a train," Meowth suggested.

"Grimer! Sludge attack! Now!"

"KOFFING! Sludge attack, right now!"

"Koffing!"

"Grrrrrrimerrrrr!"

Both pokémon fell backwards as the identical attacks hit. Koffing stayed down. Grimer didn't.

"Ekans! Bind!" Jesse yelled as James called Koffing back.

"That didn't work," he reminded her. Jesse suddenly looked worried.

"Grimer!" it yelled triumphantly as it slipped free of Ekans for a second time.

"Ekans! Acid!"

"Grimer! Body slam!"

Before Ekans could draw itself up to aim, it was hit by the high-velocity opposition. The snake collapsed in an untidy heap, looked around with a confused expression, then flopped backwards.

Theodore grinned. "I guess that would make me the winner."

"Not quite," Jesse said through gritted teeth, clipping the pokéball containing her unconscious Ekans back onto her belt. "Meowth! I choose you!"

"Huh?" Meowth's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. "No, you don't!"

"Just get out there and fight," Jesse hissed.

"No!"

"Meowth..."

"You can't make me! I'm not your pokémon!"

"You can fight Grimer or you can fight me," she told him, fingering her mallet with anticipation.

"Are we battling or not?" Theodore called.

"Just go," Jesse snapped, and the toe of her boot connected sharply with the root of Meowth's tail, propelling him into the arena.

"The boss is gonna hear about this!" Meowth yelled, warily eyeing up Grimer.

"Meowth! Scratch it!"

"Huh?" he said, looking backwards at his teammate.

"Grimer! Tackle!"

"Grimer!"

"MeeeeeOW!" Meowth was knocked to the ground as Grimer flew at him, and was pinned beneath the poison pokémon. Jesse and James winced.

A low growl floated over the arena. The three humans craned curiously forward. Meowth's eyes were glowing red. With an unintelligible screech, he flung himself at Grimer, claws and teeth ready, making the two pokémon vanish from sight in a cloud of dust.

It's hardly classic battle strategy," James noted, squinting into the cloud, "but that's our Meowth," he and Jesse finished together.

The dust cleared. Grimer lay on the floor, it's eyes dark spirals. Upon it's head was placed a pair of clawed feet.

"Grimer!" Theodore cried, fumbling for his pokéball, "return!" But the beam of light couldn't get past Meowth, striking an heroic pose atop his fallen adversary.

"We won," James whispered. He and Jesse turned to each other, identical grins of delight plastered across their faces.

"We won we won we won we won we won we won we won," they shrieked, doing a conga around the battlefield. Meowth left the unconscious Grimer and joined in.

Theodore slunk away from the celebration, trying not to be noticed. The motorbike made it a little difficult.

"Oh, James," Jesse said, when they had calmed down a little. "I never thought we would actually win a battle." She wiped a tear from her eye.

"I wish we'd done the motto," he replied, wistfully.

"Hey, you guys didn't win anything! It was Meowth that did all the work!"

"You know, he's sort of right," James said.

Jesse shrugged. "Who cares?"

The conga line started up again.
***
Later.

They lay on their backs watching the stars, except for Meowth, who was asleep. "I wonder what the boss wants," James said, sleepily.

"Hmmm?" Jesse asked, even more sleepily.

"Theodore said the boss wanted to see us."

"Theodore..." she speculated, "isn't he the one we just beat?"

They giggled. "I wonder what he does want, though," James persisted.

"Probably wants to know why we haven't caught that pikachu. Stupid plan if you ask me, sending us to capture powerful pokémon when we can't even catch ordinary ones."

"I expect he thought Meowth would actually help us, instead of just eating all the food and coming up with crap plans."

"Yeah."

Pause.

"Jesse?"

"James?"

"What if we never capture Pikachu? What'll happen then?"

"We could always open a pokémon beauty salon."

"Or a fast food restaurant." James grinned up at the sky. "That'd be fun..."

"Go to sleep, James."

Pause.

"Jesse?"

"James?"

"Do you want to... share sleeping bags tonight?"

"No."

"Oh."

Pause.

"Why not?"

"I just don't James."

"But... why not?"

With a haughty sniff, "I don't have to justify myself to you."

"Do I have to wake Meowth up first?"

Jesse's fan whipped through the air, and the amount of stars before James' eyes suddenly doubled. In the following silence she found herself pondering the situation a little more deeply.

"James?"

"Don't hit me!"

"We can if you like. But just for sleeping."

"Huh?"

"Share sleeping bags, idiot. Keep up."

"Don't want to now. You hurt me."

"Tough. Move."
***

"Mmm," Jesse murmured, woken by the soft, golden light of the dawn. "You're so beautiful..." She rolled to snuggle a little closer to James.

"You really think I am?" he asked, smiling hopefully.

"Huh? No, me, idiot."

"Oh." His face fell.

Beside them Meowth glared at the single sleeping bag and it's contents. With a chill in his voice, he addressed Jesse. "I thought you said you weren't going to let either of us near you again."

She got up and began brushing her hair. "I changed my mind. Lady's prerogative."

"Hate to have to break it to ya, sweetheart, but you're not actin' very ladylike."

The hairbrush hit him squarely on the head. He fell over backwards.

"So," James began, his voice a little too bright, "we're going to see the boss today, then...?"

"I suppose we might as well see what he wants," Jesse replied casually, still fiddling with her hair.

James sighed in resignation. Giovanni scared him worse than Jesse did. "Are we walking, or taking the balloon?"

"I can't be bothered with the balloon. We'll probably just get it blown up and then the wind'll change. It's a nice day, we'll walk."

"If Meowth comes round in time."

"He's fine. Look, he's waking up already."

The pokémon shook his head gently and staggered to his feet. He sat down carefully and regarded Jesse and James. "Seems like you two don't want Meowth around any more."

"That's a good idea," Jesse said with a wicked smile. "James, why didn't we think of that earlier?"

"No, you're too wrapped up in satisfying your own disgusting base instincts to even think about your old pal. Just..." Jesse threw him a ball of wool and he batted at it delightedly with all four paws, a look of rapt attention on his face. Jesse ignored him and finished with her hair. James buried his face in the pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

He'd almost succeeded when Jesse prodded him back to consciousness. "Get up, and get that wool off Meowth. It's time we were going."

"That's not fair, you gave it to him." His mind sniggered and pointed out the double entendre. He angrily told it to shut the hell up.

"I'm busy."

"But, Jesse..."

"James..."

"I'm going..."
***
"No!"

"Meowth, let go!"

"MINE!"

James made a dive and emerged with the wool, a pair of badly scratched hands, and Meowth wrapped around his wrist. He threw the wool to Jesse before Meowth could get his paws on it again.

"That's not fair. I just got to the good bit!"

"It's a ball of wool, how can there be a good bit?"

"What would you know?" the pokémon howled in woolless despair.

"Meowth, get off my arm!"

He dropped to the floor and stalked off, his tail held at a haughty angle. "Are you guys coming then? The boss does want to see us."

"He's such a suck-up," Jesse complained, cramming her belongings into her pack.

James snorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, glaring suspiciously.

"Nothing."

"Anyway, you can't talk, you're twice as smarmy as he is."

"Hey! Take that back!"

"You're right, that was uncalled for. I'm sorry, James."

James grinned in a worried and embarrassed way. "That's okay..." They hugged.

"Hey! If you two can drag yourselves away from each other for five minutes, we've got an appointment, remember?"

The two humans heaved deep sighs and trailed off after their teammate. "I think he's jealous," James whispered in Jesse's ear. She hit him.
***
They stood outside a huge, black door, with strangely intimidating carvings decorating the frame. Jesse and James were trying not to look nervous, but Meowth was practically giggling with anticipation. "I don't know what you're so happy about," James snapped at him. "He's just as horrible to you. He replaced you with a persian, remember?"

Meowth scowled. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. A pokémon has a certain bond with it's master. It's far beyond human comprehension."

"I thought you were a human," Jesse chimed in.

"Yeah, in a pokémon's body."

Meowth panicked. "Don't say that near the boss! I told you that in strictest confidence!"

"I don't remember you saying it was a secret."

"Neither do I."

They grinned evilly down at the pokémon.

"Guys, c'mon, please!" Meowth grovelled. "You can't tell him, he'll think I'm weird!"

They sniggered. "You mean weirder."

"Look, I mean it, don't embarrass me in front of the boss."

"Or you'll do what?" Jesse scoffed.

"This!" Meowth screeched, and scratch attacked. When Jesse and James finally succeeded in fighting him off and stamping him into submission, they realised that Giovanni's secretary was watching them from the doorway. She gave their torn clothes, lacerated skin and enraged pokémon a disdainful look, then indicated the open door.

"You may enter now."

Jesse flicked her hair back with an expression of superiority to rival that of the secretary. "Thank you," she said as she strode past. James scuttled after her, and Meowth staggered after him.

They entered the poorly lit office. From their previous visits they knew to stand back from the desk and wait in silence. While their boss, wreathed in shadow, continued with his paperwork, they surreptitiously attempted to repair some of the battle damage. Eventually the pen was laid on the desk with a faint click and Giovanni looked up at them. A slim, elegant, grey persian jumped up onto the desk and had it's ears tickled.

"Hi, boss!" Meowth squeaked. He was rewarded with a benevolent smile.

"I expect you're wondering why I asked to see you."

"Yes, sir," Jesse and James said together, pulling themselves to attention.

"I don't know if you remember, but I once asked you to catch me a certain pikachu."

They exchanged a worried glance.

"We're trying, boss, but it keeps beating us," Meowth whined.

"Yes, I've heard about your... I can't really call it progress, can I? In fact, correct me if I'm wrong, but neither of you have ever won a pokémon battle."

They automatically hung their heads in shame, until Jesse suddenly remembered. "No, wait, we have won a battle!"

"Oh, yeah!" James cried, happily.

"Hey! I won that battle! Meowth!"

Jesse and James both rounded on him.

"Only after Koffing and Ekans weakened it!"

"You didn't have a clue what you were doing!"

"We won, you selfish little imbecile!"

Giovanni interrupted. "So, what badge did you win?"

"Um... It wasn't actually a gym leader..."

"Well?"
Jesse muttered something unintelligible. The persian leapt gracefully from the desk and paced before them, growling menacingly.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch that," Giovanni said, somehow managing to make his voice sound even more threatening.

"We beat Theodore," James told him, staring at his own scuffed boots.

Giovanni folded his hands in front of him and regarded them in silence for a moment. "Let me see if I understand this correctly," he said, the beginnings of a smile playing around his mouth. "You two have, in the entire duration of your careers as pokémon trainers, won a single battle. Against a member of your own team. Also, judging from the content of your earlier argument, it took all of your pokémon and one of mine to achieve this victory. Theodore has a grimer, I believe."

"Yes, sir," they muttered, carefully examining the floor.

Giovanni reached for his intercom. The secretary answered. "Could you send Theodore in, please?"

"Right away, sir."

Jesse and James looked slightly panicked. Meowth and Persian started to stalk around each other. The three humans sat and stood in silence until the door clicked open.

Theodore entered, saluted Giovanni, and stood at crisp attention beside the desk.

"I believe you all know each other," Giovanni said, with a wicked little smile.

"Jessica," Theodore greeted her, sweeping across the room, seizing her hand and planting a kiss on it before she could snatch it back. She looked vaguely horrified and wiped it on her skirt. "Jim," Theodore continued, dismissively.

James fumed. "Why don't you leave her alone, Ted. She's not interested."

Jesse smacked him in the face with a fan. "I can speak for myself, James."

Theodore sniggered. Giovanni cleared his throat. "Children, if you've quite finished. Theodore, is it true that they battled you and won?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Yes, but they used both their pokémon at once. And I would have won anyway if they hadn't made that meowth fight."

There was a sudden outbreak of yowling from floor-level as Meowth and Persian's staring contest erupted into violence.

Giovanni shook his head, sadly. "Theodore, you may go. Jesse, James..."

"Sir?"

"You're fired."

"What?" Jesse shrieked.

"We're unemployed," James cried. "How're we going to eat?"

Theodore shot them a smug look as he carefully closed the door behind him.

"But, but we've always tried our best," Jesse pleaded, tears brimming in her eyes. "We'll catch Pikachu, I promise, just give us one more chance..."

"I can't afford to keep paying you to screw up. Face it, you're both useless. You proved that when you needed Meowth to win."

Meowth heard his name and looked up from chewing Persian's ear. "I never wanted to, she made me," he yelled desperately, just before Persian swiped at his face with a set of long, sharp claws.

"You never wanted to fight?" Giovanni asked, confused.

"Fight?" Meowth asked, extracting himself from the battle as best he could. "Oh, no, boss, I want to fight..."

Jesse and James exchanged glances.

"Then what didn't you want to do?" He looked over at Jesse, who blushed.

"Uh, nothin' really..."

He stood up to tower even more over his pokemon. "Meowth, tell me what you meant. Now."

"I swear, boss, it was nothin'! Just a slip of the tongue..."

James patted Jesse's back until she recovered from her nasty coughing fit. "Do you two know what he's talking about?" Giovanni asked them.

"Absolutely not, sir."

"I see." A long finger snaked out and pressed a button on the desk. The front panel slid across, revealing a small hypno. Persian leapt hastily back up onto the desktop, leaving Jesse, James and Meowth staring helplessly into the psychic pokémon's deep eyes.

Giovanni sat back, stroked his persian, and waited until his ex-employees were thoroughly hypnotised.

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>>To be continued...
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