I don't own Pokemon.

It had been years since James had seen Jessie. He knew that she had gotten married to some man James had only met once. That one time he saw him with Jessie, he saw that she was so happy with him and if this man made her happy, so be it. James loved to see Jessie happy. However, he never attended their wedding because it pained James so much to see her with another man who made her happy. Well, that was contradicting, wasn't it? James loved to see Jessie happy, but he hated that another man was making her happy. He sighed as he read the address on the small piece of paper. It was a bit smudged but he had memorized it by heart. James had just gotten out of his car and saw that Jessie was living in a nice house.

He walked up to the medium sized house. It was white with shutters that were painted a very light blue. The windows were big and looked as if they had a good view. He could see there was an underground pool in the back. The front lawn was the perfect shade of green and the path to the front door was made of stone. The house Jessie lived in sure was perfect. James knew she deserved this house. He saw the garage door was open and only one car was there. He assumed that her husband was at work. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to Jessie. He hoped they could stay in touch and be friends again. It pained him that he didn't stay in touch with her when she had tried to. He knew he should have answered the phone and open the letters she sent him.

James adjusted his expensive suit and rang the doorbell. He heard someone coming to the door. He saw it was Jessie. She opened the door and the only thing between them was the screen door. He looked into her eyes. They didn't seem as bright of a blue as he remembered but he figured his memory wasn't right on every detail. Her hair was much shorter and it was tied up into a ponytail. She was still thin but wore a pink and white sundress. "James?" Her voice sounded a bit different too. It was softer and quieter. She didn't sound like her old self, but James figured time changes people, right?

"Hey Jessie." He smiled at her. She did smile back at him. She still wore her trademark red lipstick. She was the only girl James knew that could pull off that shade of red.

"It's been a while." She spoke. She opened the screen door and stepped outside, closing the main door behind her and the screen door shut on its own.

"It has." James agreed. He didn't think it would be this awkward. He was glad once Jessie began to speak.

"What have you been up to?" She asked.

"Well, my father passed away two years ago so I took over his company. I live in the mansion with my mom. Jessiebelle finally found another man to suit her…demands." James said.

"Sounds like you've been busy." She responded. "Is Meowth living with you?"

"Oh yeah," James said. He couldn't believe he almost forgot about Meowth. "Meowth's still around and living with me." She continued to ask him questions such as "Did you get married?" Which he answered, "No." to. It was odd because he was used to Jessie talking about herself. Was she avoiding something? Nah, it couldn't be. Maybe she matured a bit and realized people don't always want her to talk about herself constantly, James reasoned. He noticed she still wore her emerald earrings. He pointed it out to her and she responded,

"Of course I do." She giggled. Jessie giggled? Now that was something James was not used to. "They were my mothers and," She paused a bit, "They remind me of your eyes." She looked down at her shoes. Eventually, she met his gaze again once she felt her cheeks weren't a deep shade of pink anymore.

"You know, I never stopped caring about you." James said. She looked at him and looked genuinely happy. Jessie stepped closer to him. She was about to reply when James heard a man yell for Jessie to get inside. Jessie began to step back into the house. The screen door was the only thing that was separating them from each other once again. "Jess?"

"James, if you truly care about me, then you'll leave and you won't come back." Jessie said. Fear became evident in her voice and James was so confused. What was going on?

"Jessie…" Her eyes were wide with fear. She had turned around and looked at something but James couldn't see why she looked so afraid.

"Please, James. Just go." Jessie sounded so small and weak. James had to get to the bottom of this. She was behaving oddly. Time did change people but not to the extent where Jessie would be afraid of something other than their old boss in Team Rocket which he even doubted she was really afraid of him.

"Jessie, who is this?" Said the muscular man who came into view. He was good looking with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Everything about him looked perfect, genetically speaking of course. James was not into men but he had to admit, this guy cared deeply about his looks.

"James. He was just about to leave." She looked up at the six foot four inch tall man. Fear. James hated associating that word with Jessie. She used to be anything but fear. Now she was the person who was nothing but fearful. "James go." She whispered.

"I think you should leave now." The man said. James was a bit intimidated by the man. He didn't want to leave knowing Jessie was afraid of something, but he figured her husband could take care of whatever that was. James turned around to leave. When he got into his car and began to drive off, he could have sworn he heard a slap and Jessie cry out. James mentally slapped himself. Jessie was afraid of her husband. He had changed her. Time didn't really; it was this monster that probably hurt her every day. James realized it was Sunday and he probably didn't work on Sundays. James decided that he would go back to Jessie's seemingly perfect house and save her from that husband of hers. He just had to, for Jessie.

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