Here we go! My second fanfic! This one focuses on Team Rocket(who I don't own) and is somewhat more serious then the last one(and rocketshippy!).
In this fanfic, J, J, B, and C are all 18, and M is 8.
Charmed
by Jillypuff
Rating: PG13
Part 1
Jessie sighed and flopped down on the couch in their cabin. It had been a long day. Being electrocuted by a Pikachu three times in one day can do that to you.
In the chair beside her, James was eating onigiri and idly channel-surfing. How can he constantly eat so much and keep such a nice figure, she wondered. If she ate even half as much as James, she swelled up like a balloon.
On the floor, Meowth was playing with a ball of yarn. Jessie smiled. He likes to pretend he's all tough and nasty, but he's a softie at heart, she decided. Not that I'm much better. She let out a sigh.
James looked up from the TV. "Something wrong, Jess?"
She smiled at him and shook her head. "Nah. Just tired." She stood up. "I suppose I should feed the Pokémon now. They all got a workout today, considering that scrawny little girl's Psyduck finally evolved."
The bishounen nodded and handed her his Pokéballs, containing Weezing and Victreebell. Jessie put them on the coubter next to her Arbok and Lickitung. She looked over at Meowth. "You hungry, furball?"
"I ain't a furball!" Meowth yelped, glaring at her. He thought for a second. "And yeah, I am."
Jessie laughed and released the others from their balls. She went over to the cupboard and pulled out the Pokéchow. "Dinner, guys!" They all crowded round her, begging for food. This just made her laugh harder. "Hey, calm down! You'll all get your share!" The Rocketeer laid out the dishes and poured them their food. The cobra, gas ball, flytrap, cat, and...tongued thing all started munching.
Jessie looked at her partner. "What about you? You filled up on onigiri or should I make us some soup?"
James' eyes lit up. "Soup is good," he chirped. The sound of his voice made Jessie's heart melt. He's just like a little boy, she thought. All she said was "'k, just wait a coupla minutes." She went over to the oven and started supper for them.
* * *
She works too hard, James thought, studying his partner. Between that damn Pikachu and trying to take care of us...He frowned. He really wanted to help more around the cabin, but he had no idea how to cook or clean. His parents and Jessiebell had declared it "improper" for a man of his station to dirty his hands with such labor. He hadn't even been allowed to walk Growly, let alone do any real chores.
And he wasn't any more helpful at work, either. Whenever they came close to catching Pikachu, it was always Jessie's or occasionally Meowth's plan. He just stood there with his rose, ordering Weezing to use Smoke Screen or being eaten by Victreebell. It was Jessie that did all the real work...
Jessie. God, he wanted to tell her how he felt. He almost had once, too, after the incident with Jessiebell when Jessie and Meowth thought he had abandoned them. The words were on his lips when Meowth interrupted because they had forgotten him. By the time the cat had shut up, James had lost his courage. Besides, he thought, she deserves better then me.
The videophone rang, distracting him from his chain of thought. Behind him, he could hear Jessie cursing as the sudden noise caused her to spill hot soup on herself. "James, get it," she hollered.
"Sure, Jessie," he replied. He ran over to the videophone and pressed the "on" button.
It was the boss. James always felt a chill run down his back when he saw the man. The boss, or Giovanni as he was known to the public world, was a truly evil sonovabitch, and you could see it in his eyes. He was seated at his desk, stroking the Persian that had replaced Meowth as top cat.
"James," he rumbled. "Call the others over now."
"Yes, sir," James said quietly. He turned to call the others, but saw that they were already hastening over. Jessie made her way there first, and stood at attention in a perfect pose that was marred only by the soup stain on her shirt. Behind her, Meowth bounded, with a few crumbs still on his whiskers. He sat at their feet, hissing under his breath when he saw the Persian.
"Good. You are all here. I have a temporary reassignment for you. There is a mansion in Celadon City that has a large Pokémon library on its third floor. I want you to go there and bring me back the books. Is that clear, or is even this mission to hard for you incompetent fools to carry out?" the boss asked harshly.
"No sir, we're up to it. We'll have the books for you in three days," Jessie replied crisply.
"You had better," Giovanni warned. The phone went dead.
* * *
In Celadon, the librarian let out a huge sigh and started to close up the place. It was 8:00 at night, and he wanted to go home and get some sleep.
As he was about to lock up, he saw a pretty young girl with short purple hair and green eyes prance over to the front steps. She was wearing a cute miniskirt and blouse, and looked to be a student from nearby Pokémon Tech or some such school.
"Um, excuse me," she said in a ditzy tone. "Mind if I go in and check out some books?"
"Sorry, miss," he replied. "The library's closed."
Her big eyes wavered. "But I really need to borrow some books!"
The old man shrugged. "You'll have to come back tomorrow."
The girl did not seem to want to wait. She grabbed on to his shirt and started tugging.
"Please!" she sobbed. "I really and truly need to study! Can't you help?'
The librarian was not comfortable with this situation at all. He attempted to remove her hand from his shirt, but that just caused her to throw her arms around his neck. As he tried to pull his neck from her grasp, he felt a pressure applied to the nerve in his neck. The last thing he saw before falling unconscious was the girl shoving him aside with a smirk on her face. With a voice that belied her seeming age and gender, she laughed "Sweet dreams, sucker."
Then, he knew no more.
* * *
James brushed himself off. He hated having to crossdress, but better that he took the risk then Jessie. After all, not all men were as wussy as he was.
He pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Flame, come in. This is Red Rose. The custodian's out. Are you and Top Cat ready? Over."
His receiver crackled to life. "This is Flame. Yes, we're all set. I don't see anyone else in the library. Let's move."
James smiled and picked up the custodian, who had obviously had one too many donuts this morning-god, I could go for a donut right about now, he thought-and could stand to go on a diet. Groaning, he lugged the man inside and tied him up. As he was finished, he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. James jumped almost a foot in the air. "Wha-?"
"Calm down, it's me," a familiar voice soothed. He turned to see Jessie standing there, dressed all in black, with her beautiful red hair hidden under a skullcap. She eyed him. "Nice outfit, James. What did you do, steal my old Pokémon Tech uniform?"
He felt himself blushing. "Well, it was better then my bikini, which was the only other article of female clothing I could find that was clean."
Jessie laughed and clipped two black Pokéballs off her belt. "Here's Wheezing and Victreebell." She tossed the balls to him, then pulled out a third. "Here you go, furball."
The ball opened to reveal an extremely indignant Meowth. "I hate those things!" he howled. "And don't call me furball!"
"Shhhhh!" James hissed. "C'mon, let's just get the books and scram."
Part 1 is done! How was it? All comments, including flames, are appreciated. Send them to me at jillypuff@cheerful.com. Part 2 will be out as soon as I can, seeing as I am staring work on two one-shots and a series, all Pokémon.