So What
So What
Disclaimer:
Of course I don't own them. I just use them to carry out my will.

James sat alone in his room. He ground out the cigarette he'd been smoking slowly. He knocked back the shot of tequila and threw the glass across the room. He sat looking at the blinking hotel sign across the street and waited.

Jessie entered the dark room. She flipped the switch, but nothing happened.
"Shit."
"The bulb is out ." said James, startling her.
"God, James. I didn't see you over there. You scared the shit out of me. Where is Meowth?"
"In the bathroom." Jessie saw the light in the bathroom. She sat on the bed and waited.
After a while Jessie got up and went over to the bathroom door.
"What's he doing in there? Meowth! Get outta there." She grabbed the door handle and the door opened.
"Meowth?" Jessie walked in the door and screamed. She turned around to find herself face to face with James.
"James!" she gasped, "Meowth! What.." She then really looked at James.
"James? Did you...What did you do?"
"Isn't it obvious, Jessie?"
"Ja--"
"SHUT UP!" James screamed. Jessie noticed for the first time the gun in James' hand.
"Oh, God!"
"I SAID SHUT UP. FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!!!!!" James screamed. Jessie cowered down into a spot between the tub and the sink.
"I am sick to the death of you!" James growled. "Of you, of Team Rocket, of the twerps, of my parents, of Jezebel, of everything!" The gun clicked as the bullet entered the chamber.
"I..I'm sorry." Jessie choked.
"I'm sure you are. Well, too bad." Jessie closed her eyes as the gun went off. The expected bullet never arrived. Slowly, Jessie opened her eyes. James was lying up against the door frame with the gun in his mouth. Jessie got up and brushed herself off. She walked past James and stopped. She looked back at the bloody mess.
"Moron." She said, and left the room.

THE REASSURANCE

Tomorrow and tomorrow and all the days that follow will have Jessie and James show up, up to their old hijinks, in the show we know as Pokemon. James didn't kill himself. He's a whiny cross dresser. Jessie isn't a cold hard bitch, she will always have that soft spot pop up now and again. She and James may get together, the manga and japanese version of the show seem to suggest that. At any rate, no matter what I, or anyone else on Fanfiction.net, may write about them; Jessie, James, and Meowth will always be around.

THE MORAL

Guys. This is a story. It was born of some things called Imagination and the Creative Process. Is it something I would like to have happen in an episode of Pokemon? No. I love Team Rocket. Is it something that would happen in Pokemon? Of course it isn't. It is out of character! So what? That is what Fan Fiction is for! To write what you want. Who cares if it is out of character?! IT IS A STORY. It is for amusement. I know that some of you like Team Rocket. I know that you like Ash and company. You would not be here if you didn't. When someone has an idea in their head and writes it down, that is a good thing. It fosters creativity. It fosters an interest in reading and writing. If you don't like or agree with a story, that's okay as well. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. That doesn't mean that you need to be ugly or rude. When you bad mouth someone's work, especially a new writer, you are destroying a confidence. Get over the fact that you don't like what you read and appreciate that fact that you were able to read it in the first place.

TO WRITERS

Keep writing! Write what you want. Listen to good criticism and learn from it. Ignore ranters that don't have enough courage to include a return address, or even to post their own stories.

THE APOLOGY

There isn't one. If you are offended by this, you must feel that it applies to you, so learn from it. If you are offended by my story, then it fulfilled it's cause.