Welcome to my Seventh Fanfic!

If you've read any of my other fics, you'll find that it is a bit different from the others. This story is about the TRio, some magic, and an odd transformation. I was inspired by some fanart I've seen floating around Tumblr. I hope you enjoy. As always, you can PM me with a question or ask via review and I will get back to you asap.

XO

Meowth and the One-Trick Touch

By Pokemonfanthings

It all started with an argument:

"How can you believe in magic, after all this time?" Jessie asked James as she helped herself to their meager collection of fruit.

"How can you not believe in magic?" James retorted. "We've been to Santa's Workshop! We saw the twerp turn into a Pikachu! We've even done our own magic tricks!"

"Tricks, not real," she replied. "Everything in the world can be explained with science or Pokémon. Pokémon have special abilities that make it seem like magic is real, but at the end of the day, it's nothing more than an ability...or science. Magic is only real in fiction."

"I bet magic is real. I-I bet I'll find a way to prove it too!"

James stood up after the exclamation. His stubborn and hopeful heart doesn't resign easily, and he'd rather carry on this debate then admit that he may be wrong.

"Meowth, who's side are you on?" James asked in an almost whiny tone.

"Neider of yous," he replied. "I'm just here fer de Oran berries."

"Ha! Meowth agrees with me," Jessie laughed.

"No, he just said he's neutral! Right, buddy?" said James.

"Oh, yere usin' 'buddy' on me. Sure Jim, I'll agrees with you," Meowth responded.

"So, both you numskulls think magic is real…hmmm…then prove it…" said Jessie.

"I don't wanna," Meowth complained. "Sounds like it'll be too much work. I hate workin' and I already do too much. "

"Then you're on my side by default," she surmised.

It was already nightfall so the argument didn't carry on for much longer. They slept in their usual state of pride and discomfort, then after another measly morning meal, the trio took out the map they had recently stolen from Brock.

"According to this, they are heading to the Au…the Auber…Aubergeeen…Au-ba-ginn…James, how do you pronounce this place?" Jessie inquired.

"Au-berr-gin. They are going to the Aubergine Gym," said James.

"Dat's a real place?" Meowth asked as he looked over James' shoulder.

"We fished this directly outta of the squinty-twerp's knapsack. He wouldn't carry a fake map around," James reasoned.

"Precisely!" Jessie agreed. "And it isn't far. Let's take our time."

"Weeze always take our time no matta what," Meowth mumbled as he followed the cheery couple away from their latest den.

"There is town surrounding this gym," said Jessie, sounding like a tour guide. "A quaint little village with quaint little shops. I bet they have quaint little jewels too."

"If weeze got dere map, den how dey gonna get dere? And what's de point in goin' if they ain't gonna be able to find it?" Meowth asked the duo.

"I'm sure they'll manage," Jessie replied. "And jewels, Meowth! We can use some jewels."

"We can take pictures and upload them directly to Team Rocket's black market website. Potential buyers from all over the world go on that website. This time tomorrow we can be filthy rich," James hummed.

"Hmmm…I likes de idea of bein' filthy rich instead just filthy," said Meowth.

The three approached a cart that looked abandoned yet full of merchandise. They took a quick look around, and when they thought they were all alone, they began snatching everything in sight.

"A pearl! Green shards! A star piece! A comet shard! This is what I was hoping for," said Jessie.

"Incredible!" James exclaimed.

"Weeze sure doin' somethin' right dis time," said Meowth.

Meowth was suddenly met with a pair of elderly green eyes. A short woman with shaggy grey hair and a broomstick in hand hissed in his face.

"Get out! Get out! Shoo!" She yelled as she spanked Meowth with the broom.

"Hey watch de merchandise!" Meowth groaned as he tried to fasten his bag of jewels.

Jessie and James quickly returned their packs to their back. James scooped up Meowth.

"Now, now, Meowth, you know stealing is wrong," James said in an infantilizing voice.

"Please excuse our kitten. He is so immature…can't even use the litter box yet," Jessie giggled in that same baby-tone.

"Hmm Rockets, eh? I haven't lost my marbles yet. Give me back my trade items or I'll call Jenny, and the Jennys of this down don't play nice," said the old woman.

The trio ran away instead. Meowth accidentally left a trail of pearls, gems, and precious shards to their hideout, and it wasn't long until the old lady and an Officer Jenny discovered their hideout. Jessie and James went to release their Pokémon, only to realize:

"We've dropped the balls again!" they exclaimed in unison.

"Go get them," Jessie ordered as she threw Meowth into the opposing Ditto and Growlithe.

"Fight! Go Meowth!" James cheered.

"Use Pay Day!" Jessie instructed. "Umm…if you ever learned it…"

"I didn't!" Meowth shrieked as he scrambled behind Jessie and James.

The trio ran until they reached their hot-air balloon. They were in the sky before Jenny, the old lady, the Ditto, and the Growlithe could catch up to them.

"We may be lying dirty cheats, but you can't call us out of shape," said James.

"That's right. Not only is this running good for our figures, but it comes in handy," Jessie said as she placed her backpack on the floor of the balloon. "Of course, we would have gotten at least a third more jewels if Meowth didn't drop his…and I wouldn't have had to run away so fast and mess up my hair."

"Meowth, you should at least try to learn Pay Day. I know that you used up many of your moveslots… but I heard that Pokémon nowadays have eight, nine, as many as ten moveslots!" said James.

"You'd be an asset to the team instead of being the ass of the team," Jessie added.

"Tough crowd. Dis is how yous treat me? Sayin' I don't use de litter box? Treatin' me likes I just hatched outta my egg? Mockin' me fer not knowin' Pay Day?" Meowth angrily replied.

"If only magic were real, I'd make you into something more useful. Even a human is more helpful than a one-trick Pokémon," said Jessie.

Meowth's grimace intensified and James looked to the cat with sympathy.

"Jess, maybe that's a little too—"

"Lemmy outta here!" Meowth demanded. "Land dis ting and lemmy out!"

"Meowth, we are sor—"

"Sorry ain't cuttin' it, not today," Meowth said as he turned his back to the pair. "Lemmy out."

"B-but…Jess! Apologize to Meowth!"

"No," she asserted, crossing her arms and turning away from the boys.

James sighed. He couldn't think of anything better do to then to land the balloon. Perhaps after a nice walk, Meowth would cool down and call them to pick him up. Maybe, while he and Jessie are alone in the balloon, he could do something to soften her up. James counted all their Pokeballs—all safe and sound—so the only one missing would be poor Meowth.

"Do you want to take Wobbufet with you?" James asked as he held the Pokeball out to Meowth.

"Wobbufet is mine, and he'd rather stay here with me!" Jessie snapped as she snatched the Pokeball from James' weak grasp.

"I have Chimecho," James offered. "A least take Chimey."

"No…I wanna go alone," Meowth said as he climbed out of the basket.

"Okay…we'll miss you," James said sadly. "Happy trails."

Sunset was still hours away, but the scratch-cat Pokémon didn't want to take any chances. Meowth decided to turn around and head to the closest town, which is still Aubergine. He figured that as long as he keeps his mouth shut, everyone would assume he is just a regular stray. He's played this role before.

"Poor Meowth. If he is not back by early tomorrow morning, we are going to hunt him down and you are going to apologize," James told Jessie.

"That cat is so proud. He thinks he's better than us. We are the foolish humans, he's the top cat," said Jessie. "Almost every time we fail, it's because of him. I am not saying he deserves to be lost in the woods, but if he continues to let us down, we should tell the boss to stick him with some other team."

"We are a family. We've been through so much together. You are just upset. I bet he'll be back in an hour…maybe two…I'll fly slow," James replied.

"You do whatever. I am going to be listening to music so don't interrupt unless you really need something," she retorted.

James hates it when she does that, but thankfully it isn't often. Indeed, arguments among the trio are often fought till some kind of resolve, but occasionally someone walks away for a bit, and when that happens, the stolen iPhone comes out and from it lonely tunes play.

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Notes:

+Next Chapter is either up or will be in a few minutes.

+Thank you for reading, and if you have time, please give me some feedback:)