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The Exile Special Edition	By : Yarid Category: Pokemon > General Views: 11351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

“Hey,
Ash, I think she's coming to!”
Jessie groaned and sat up.
She blindly reached for a collar and slammed the unfortunate on the
head with a frying pan. “If you ever hit me like that again,
James, you will regret it.”
“Ow...” mumbled the
chastised Brock.
“Um... sorry!” Jessie yelled,
suddenly wide awake. Then she looked around. Misty and Ash were
staring concernedly at her. Brock, of course, was nursing a swollen
head for the first time in his life. “Oh,” she said,
“It's the twerps.” She jumped to her feet.
“Prepare
for trouble!”
“Oh, boy,” said Misty. “Here
we go again.”
“I SAID 'Prepare for trouble!',”
Jessie called pointedly. But there was no response. “James?
Meowth?” Then it all came back to her, and she sank to the
ground with a groan. “No...” she murmured, sadly.
“They're not here.”
“So what happened?”
asked Ash. He gathered Pikachu in his arms and held the rodent close.
“And you're not getting Pikachu,” he added, as an
afterthought.
“I don't want Pikachu anymore,” said
Jessie, very carefully. Then she burst into tears, crying on a very
disturbed Ash's shoulder. “They took Arbok and Wobbufet! And...
and... ” she cried louder, “THEY KICKED ME OUT OF TEAM
ROCKET!” She hugged the poor boy to her chest in
anguish.
“Get...away...from him!” Misty growled,
pulling Jessie away. Ash stared blankly.
“B...B...B...B...”
he stuttered.
“Ash, can't you see it's a
trap?”
“Reasts...B...” With that perfectly
enunciated statement, our hero is now out of commission for the near
future.
“It's not a trap,” Jessie sobbed, now
clinging to Misty. “What'm I gonna do now?!”
“Ow...”
muttered Brock.
“B...” stuttered Ash.
“ARGH!”
screamed Misty, and Ash and Brock suddenly snap back to the present
with the threat of a classic red-head-explosion looming over them.
Disengaging herself from Jessie, she stalked off, stopping only to
grab Togepi on her way out.
“What's wrong with her?”
asked the ever-dense Ash. Even in her shocked state, Jessie knew a
jealous fit when she saw one, and she felt a puzzle forming in her
mind, a puzzle about these kids she knew only as twerps and enemies,
who were now helping her almost unconditionally.
“Brock,
what do you think we should do for Jessie?” Brock
shrugged.
“Feed her, then loan her a sleeping bag for the
night.” Brock slipped into his 'pretty-girl mode' almost
automatically. “You can borrow mine, gorgeous.”
“Thanks,
but I'd rather not.”
An hour later found Jessie in Misty's
sleeping bag, Misty still angrily stamping her way to the nearest
town, and Ash and Brock sleeping. Ash's sleep was an uneasy one,
wracked by terrifying dreams.
“Mmm...” he moaned,
fearfully.

***

[Dream State]
A giant robotic Misty
was rampaging through downtown Tokyo, squashing and destroying
everything and everyone in sight. Ash stared at it, horror-stricken.
“Misty!” he yelled. The robot stepped nearer, its every
footfall shaking the ground.
The boy ran for his life.
[Back to
“Reality”]

***

Jessie tossed and turned in her sleep.
The conversation with Giovanni, the subsequent beating, her rescuers,
and even Meowth's terror-stricken face, spun in a horrible waltz of
mental agony as she fell into a deeper slumber, only to be awoken by
Ash's fear-filled moans. Groaning slightly, she rolled out of her
sleeping bag and crawled over, peering down at the preteen's
contorted face.
“Twerp,” she hissed, “wake
up!” she tried shaking him a couple times, but that didn't
work.
“Ash,” she said, a bit louder. It had taken
her a few minutes to remember his given name.
“Ash, wake
up!” and she shook him harder.
Ash reached a hand up to
cup Jessie's face, still asleep.
“Mom,” he said,
quietly, “help.” Jessie froze. From somewhere deep inside
an unused corner of her soul some semblance of maternal instinct
surfaced, and she put a hand on the shaking boy's shoulder.
“It's
alright, dear,” she whispered. “I'm here.” Ash
calmed noticeably, and began to breathe deeply, instead of short,
ragged breaths. Jessie turned to go, but stopped when a whimper of
terror again arose from the boy's mouth. By trial and error she
discovered that Ash wouldn't stop shaking unless she (and by proxy,
his mother) was touching him, and so, resignedly, she curled up next
to him, holding the boy to her.
“What a mess this is,”
she muttered to nobody in particular, and Someone in specific, “What
condition am I in to be comforting anyone?” If Someone had an
answer, He was not telling anyone.

***

[Dream State]
From the shadows, a
bright light came, and struck at the attacking monster. Even as the
light dimmed, the monster robot rallied and came back full force,
only to be struck down as the light returned full force. Ash reached
for the light, and was filled with peace.
[Reality]

***

Jessie managed to slip back to her
sleeping bag at dawn. Ash had calmed and was breathing deep, slow
breaths. She leaned back, pondering. That was kinda nice, she had to
admit. It was an interesting feeling, to be someone's mother, even as
a substitute. But moreover, she felt attracted to the twerp... to
Ash, she corrected herself quickly, in a way she didn't quite
understand. It was more than the attraction she'd imagined a mother
would feel, but less than full-blown love. If she had to place it...
Yes! That was it... She had a crush on him.
“Umph,”
Ash groaned, sitting up. She looked across the clearing as he pulled
himself out of his tangled sleeping bag. Would he remember her coming
to sit next to him last night? Apparently not; he went about rolling
up his sleeping bag with an ease born of long experience. Brock arose
as well; he set about starting a fire. Jessie watched
silently.
“Hey, Jessie?” She looked at Brock.
“Yes?”
It was amazing how much she had mellowed, it seemed. Perhaps it was
simply the bad influence of James and Meowth.
“Can you
gather wood for the fire?”
“Can I do what?”
Then again, perhaps not, as Brock could now testify, having just been
on the receiving end of his own frying pan courtesy of Jessie.
“I'll
do it myself,” muttered Brock from the ground. Jessie nodded
sagely.
“That would be great.”
“Bitch.”
“WHAT?!”
“I
said,” coughed Brock, who was now being pushed into the fire,
“Which. As in 'Which way should I go?' I was trying to
decide.”
It might be a lie, but if it was, it was better
than most Jessie had herself created, so she let it slide. Of course,
as Brock left to gather firewood, she realized that this was a
perfect opportunity to see if Ash had woken up last night and seen
her sleeping by him, and just pretending he hadn't, or whether he had
really slept the whole time.
“I heard you had some bad
dreams, A- er, twerp,” Jessie said. No sense in letting him
think something was amiss. Better stick to the old Team Rocket name
for him. It must have worked; Ash looked horror-struck and
angry.
“That's none of your business!” he
snapped.
“Of course it is, when your whining and crying
wakes me up.”
Pikachu, despite lacking eyebrows, gave the
distinct impression he'd just raised one at
Jessie.
“Pikachu?”
Jessie gave the rodent a look
which very clearly said “Shut up, rat.” Pikachu waved a
paw at Jessie and stuck its tongue out. Ash, of course, missed this
entire byplay and still stared indigently at Jessie. Satisfied that
she wasn't going to say anymore on the subject however, he returned
to the most difficult (for Ash) task of rolling his sleeping
bag.
Jessie, likewise satisfied that Ash hadn't awoken last
night, idly set about cleaning Misty's stuff up. Brock came back as
she finished rolling the other girl's sleeping bag, and they sat down
to a wonderful breakfast of pancakes and bacon.
“You eat
like this all the time?!” Jessie asked, wolfing down her
breakfast at the same time. Ash nodded.
“Brock makes the
best food. Even better than Mom's.” Brock waved a hand
modestly.
“Of course,” Ash continued, “It's
probably because he's not going to get a girlfriend, so he has to
cook for himself... OW!” And thereby Ash found himself on the
recieving end of Brock's hot frying pan. Jessie watched, amused.

“You guys are both like,” and here her voice caught
in her throat. “James and Meowth,” she finished,
stubornly. Both of them looked angry at the thought.
“We
are not,” came the anguished chorus. Brock stood.
“Anyways,
we should probably get going. Any ideas, Ash, Jessie?” Jessie
stared for a minute.
“You're asking me where we should go?
You trust me?” Brock shrugged.
“I figure if you
wanted to trick us, you'd have taken Pikachu and run off in the night
like last time.”

***Author's note: In “Forest
Grumps”, an episode of Johto Journey, Ash and Brock get
separated from Misty and end up hooked up with Jessie instead. James
and Meowth get Misty, so you decide who got the better bargain.
Anyways, Jessie tried to steal Pikachu after the others fell asleep,
even though they'd fed her and all. In the show, they don't catch
her, but I'm assuming Pikachu managed to work it out for them.***

“I suppose that's
true, though it doesn't speak well of me,” Jessie said,
subdued. Brock had reminded her of something she really didn't want
to think of; that she was, in essence, and evil person, but he had
also, albeit implicitly, offered her redemption. It wasn't a pleasant
thought to realize the first and to need the second, but she had to
consider it. And so, she was silent for the next few hours while
Brock and Ash debated points of navigation over a relatively simple
map.
“We've fought rampaging Ursaring, enraged Spearow, and
even Tea- I mean, even Mewtwo, and yet the only thing that ever gets
in my way of a new badge,” grumbled Ash for the hundredth time,
“Is Brock with a map.”
“Well!” said
Brock, finally snapping, “If you think you can do better
without me, I'll just take my inability to navigate and the map and
go!” And he did, storming through the trees.
“Pikachu,”
sighed the electric rat.
“Well, Pikachu,” sighed Ash,
“Looks like we'd better go look for him. And then maybe he'll
see I'm right.”
Not a chance, said a nasty voice inside
Jessie.
“Well, are you coming?” Jessie looked up. Ash
was a few yards ahead on the path, with an expression of pained
tolerance on his young face.
“Yes, I'm coming,” she
called. She ran to catch up, but Ash was already moving away,
hurrying after his friend.

***

Brock, however, evidently
did not want to be found. So it was that as night fell, Ash and
Jessie still hadn't caught up with the gym leader and they stopped to
make camp. Over a crackling campfire, they munched on sandwiches
Brock had made the other day.
“Does he usually get angry
like that?” Jessie asked, cautiously.
“Not usually,”
Ash admitted. “Mostly, he's sorta funny around girls, but he
never gets really angry.” He shrugged and passed another bottle
of ketchup to Pikachu. “So,” he said, changing the
subject, “What exactly happened with you back there? We found
you all beaten up, and you said that you'd been kicked out of Team
Rocket,” he continued, as tactful as ever, “but you
didn't say what happened.”
So Jessie told him. Everything,
leaving out the part that said that stealing Ash's Pikachu had been
the cause of the problem, from Giovanni's promotion of James (and
there Ash snorted his disgust) to Butch hitting her. “Then,”
she sobbed, the explanation reducing her to tears, “I don't
remember anything afterward.” She felt a hand land on her
shoulder gently, and looked up. Ash looked down at her, comfort and
pain in his young eyes.
“It's alright, Jessie,” he
said, softly. “You can come with us, until you find out what
you want to do. I'm sure there are other jobs you wanted to
do.”
Jessie nodded, staring back into the fire with tears
rolling down her cheeks. Ash sat down beside her, pulling his knees
close to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs.
“We'll
talk to Professor Oak when we get to a Pokemon Center. I'm sure he
could help you get a job somewhere or get into a school.”
“Well,”
Jessie said, quietly, “I did want to be a pokémon
nurse like Nurse Joy. It used to be my dream...” She fell
silent, and the two stared off into space for a while, both sharing
thoughts of dreams, friends, and opportunities left
behind.
“Anyways,” Ash said, breaking the tension,
“We'd better get some sleep.” He looked at the bags
they'd been carrying. “Hope Brock's all right by himself.”
He unrolled his sleeping bag before wandering off into the bushes to
change. Jessie looked at her soiled Team Rocket uniform. The first
thing I need to do when we hit a town, she thought to herself, is to
get a new outfit.
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