Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Team Rocket, Pokemon, etc.
A/N: This is the first page of.. something. I'm not 100 sure where I'm going with this, suggestions are welcome. I doubt anyone will read this anyway since it's Team Rocket, but I'll continue updating anyway.
Fields of Gold...
A child, tiny, vibrant, carries herself on all to certain three-year-old legs. The girl runs to her mother, grasping onto the woman's flowing dress and giggling. "Pretty!"the little one cries. Mother lifts her baby with arms both strong and delicate, laughing with the rich ring of a southern bell as she gazes at her darling girl.
"Sweetie, that's too much," she say through more laughter, carrying the smiling girl into the bathroom and all the while gazing at her baby's face smeared with Mother's too-red makeup. Mother places her child on the counter, wetting a wash cloth, and gently wiping the various shades of rouge goop off of the little one's face. "Way too much, Jessie," again, she chuckles gently and continues to clean her with care. "You don't need that, hon. You're already too pretty without all that." The tiny girl grins happily and clings to her mother, giggling again…
Jessica Rocket had shut herself up in the bathroom, as she did each morning after dressing. She had already tamed her glorious red hair and it was time for the final phase: makeup. With delicate, ungloved hands, she opened her bottle of black liquid eyeliner. Carefully, she raised the pencil-thin brush to one eye and began the painstakingly slow process she called "painting over her face". Never painted on, it was painted over like a covering veil. The process continued with pin-point accuracy, her steady hands repeating the same motions and actions they did each morning. Suddenly, a knock. An interruption, marring her focus and causing an extra chunk of mascara to drop onto her cheek. "What?" she shouts coarsely through the door.
"Jess, we really need to lea-" James began a timid explanation of his action, but was merely cut off.
"I'm putting on my makeup, you know that! Go away and be quiet, I'll be done when I'm done." James merely sighed, rolling his eyes behind the door in response.
"You don't need it," he grumbled as he shuffled away, not raising his voice enough to send the message through the door.
Sighing in exasperation, Jessie moistened a cotton ball with water and dubbed at her cheek. She was pleased to have removed the unwanted mascara without having to waste any of her precious eye make up remover. After applying her trademark shade of rouge lipstick, she stood up straight and examined herself. The lipstick was really a bit much, given the already electric shade of her hair. But, she would always add, it brightened her eyes. Not to mention, it had been what her mother always wore. Even today, she still remembered the tiniest details about her mother. It was as if her toddler self had known their time together was limited, and committed everything about the lovely woman to memory. She looked her reflection in the eye. "Way too much, Jessie…"
Harshly, she turned away from herself and barged out the door to reprimand James for bothering her in a time that clearly requires so much focus. Quickly she shut off the bathroom light, rushing slightly as she knew in the back of her mind that she had made the team late. The makeup remained as she left it, spread haphazardly across the counter, in disorder and discontent.
To be continued...