Trust in Me
by Zehrocket
I would not leave him.
His plea came as somewhat of a shock to me. I suppose it shouldn't have, this is James we're talking about here. Blithering, weak-kneed James, who whines for donuts and has the uncanny ability to annoy me at the most inconvenient times. But despite all that...I would not leave him.
***
"James, James, James, James, James!" Jessie slapped him across the face. He brought his hand up to his face, looking at her intensely. "Snap out of it! How long do you think you'll last on this side?!" Her face softened as she saw the tears forming in his eyes. "Now, come on. We'll cross together."
"Oh, Jessie!" he choked out, earnestly. "Please don't abandon me!" James clutched himself to her. She embraced him gently.
"Don't worry. I won't leave you."
***
His utter ignorance shocks me. Doesn't he know that I wouldn't abandon him? Not then, not ever? What does he take me for?
I know how I come off sometimes. All the time. I'm a harpy, a maelstrom, a "woman who's always causing him trouble." I deserve all the doubt he can muster.
He can doubt me when I offer to cook something for the three of us. He can follow me into our latest scheme with a little hesitation until I bop him one over the head. I don't even care if he doubts my fashion sense. But to question my comittment--it's to question our friendship.
Our friendship--something I take for granted much too often. James is my counterpart, a Kojiro to my Musashi, a yin to my yang. He's more than just a teammate--to me, we're more than just the great pair from Team Rocket...
"Best friends" isn't nearly an accurate enough term. He's much more than that. So much more. Foolish as he can be, I would trust him with my life. It hurts to know that he doesn't feel the same of me. He's unsure to trust me--and maybe he's wise to do so.
He notices my silence now, in our balloon, heading towards who knows where. I'm looking over the side, at the ground far below. A rose appears at the corner of my sight. Turning, I see James, smiling, offering it to me.
"For your thoughts?"
I embrace the petals of the rose with my eyes, and accept it. He is so like me he can sense my emotion.
Suddenly I find myself clinging to him, James taken aback. I muffle my words in the warmth of his jacket. "You can always trust me, James...," It's best to be straightforward about some things.
"Oh..Of course I can, Jess. I know that." Obviously hearing my distress, he affirms his words by cradling me close.
His voice is sincere, and gentle. Reluctantly letting go, I glance at the rose, then back at him, embracing his face with my eyes.
By the look in his, I can tell. He knows.
For the moment, this is enough. I smile down at the rose in my hand.
by Zehrocket
I would not leave him.
His plea came as somewhat of a shock to me. I suppose it shouldn't have, this is James we're talking about here. Blithering, weak-kneed James, who whines for donuts and has the uncanny ability to annoy me at the most inconvenient times. But despite all that...I would not leave him.
***
"James, James, James, James, James!" Jessie slapped him across the face. He brought his hand up to his face, looking at her intensely. "Snap out of it! How long do you think you'll last on this side?!" Her face softened as she saw the tears forming in his eyes. "Now, come on. We'll cross together."
"Oh, Jessie!" he choked out, earnestly. "Please don't abandon me!" James clutched himself to her. She embraced him gently.
"Don't worry. I won't leave you."
***
His utter ignorance shocks me. Doesn't he know that I wouldn't abandon him? Not then, not ever? What does he take me for?
I know how I come off sometimes. All the time. I'm a harpy, a maelstrom, a "woman who's always causing him trouble." I deserve all the doubt he can muster.
He can doubt me when I offer to cook something for the three of us. He can follow me into our latest scheme with a little hesitation until I bop him one over the head. I don't even care if he doubts my fashion sense. But to question my comittment--it's to question our friendship.
Our friendship--something I take for granted much too often. James is my counterpart, a Kojiro to my Musashi, a yin to my yang. He's more than just a teammate--to me, we're more than just the great pair from Team Rocket...
"Best friends" isn't nearly an accurate enough term. He's much more than that. So much more. Foolish as he can be, I would trust him with my life. It hurts to know that he doesn't feel the same of me. He's unsure to trust me--and maybe he's wise to do so.
He notices my silence now, in our balloon, heading towards who knows where. I'm looking over the side, at the ground far below. A rose appears at the corner of my sight. Turning, I see James, smiling, offering it to me.
"For your thoughts?"
I embrace the petals of the rose with my eyes, and accept it. He is so like me he can sense my emotion.
Suddenly I find myself clinging to him, James taken aback. I muffle my words in the warmth of his jacket. "You can always trust me, James...," It's best to be straightforward about some things.
"Oh..Of course I can, Jess. I know that." Obviously hearing my distress, he affirms his words by cradling me close.
His voice is sincere, and gentle. Reluctantly letting go, I glance at the rose, then back at him, embracing his face with my eyes.
By the look in his, I can tell. He knows.
For the moment, this is enough. I smile down at the rose in my hand.