Hold Your Own
Chapter 1
James life sucked. All of his life he's been mistreated and bossed around. First by his parents and Jessebellethen by the Giovanni, Jessie, Meouth and every other member of Team Rocket. If something wrong happened it was always his fault. He always found himself getting smacked from Jessie or clawed from Meouth. Even for reason's he didn't understand, like when they followed Ash to the Island that had all of the Squirtle and Wartortle and one Blastoise, they tied to nab the Blastoise but ended up almost drowning, Ash and his fiends saved them, even though their always stealing off him, and Jessie hit him just because he was grateful for their help. He'd had enough, then again he'd had enough years ago, he wanted to leave Team Rocket, but he had no were to go, or no money, he was stuck. James looked up into the night sky, watching the stars twinkle and shimmer from his position sat on the edge of a cliff. 20 metes away lay Jessie and Meouth, both sound asleep. James thought he was the only one awake, but Weezing flu up to him, the Pokemon glance at his sad trainer, then flowed his gaze to the night sky. Weezing new what the matter was. "Wheez weezing wheez?" (Why don't we go, leave all of this behind us.)
Never looking away from the sky James spoke softly. "I can't. What would we do, there would we go."
"Weezing weezing weez." (You could become a proper trainer.)
"But how would we eat, or buy supplies?"
"Weezing weez weezing." (We'll battle other trainers for money.)
James finely lowered his gaze, he bought his keens to his chest, wrapped his arms around his keens and rested his head on his keens. "I can't, I'm rubbish at battling, I always end up making you lose. I'm no good at anything.
"Weezing weez weezing weezing weez weez." (Not true, you're a great trainer, even if you don't always win, you look after your pokemon, you've always been kind to me. You don't have to be an amazing battler to be a good trainer, you just need the love for pokemon and a fire in your heart.)
"But I'd get heart burn." James interrupted with a slight whine, he'd had that befor and it hurt, he didn't want it again.
Weezing rolled his eyes. "Weezing." (Not literally.) He sighed.
"Oh." James said, feeling stupid. "…I don't know Weezing, I mean I want to go, I really do…but I can't. I can't leave all of this behind."
"Weezing weez weezing." (Of course you can, it will be hard, but it'll get easier, I promise.)
James turned to look at Jessie and Meouth, he watched their even breathing, their chests slowly moving up and down. Weezing gave his stranded trainer a few minutes to mull it over. After a few minutes James eyes suddenly hardened. "Weez." (James?)
"Let's go." James jumped to his feet, grabbed his pokeball containing Victreebell, gave his companions a last look and took of into the night. Weezing hurried along after him, a little stunned by his sudden decision and movements.
James speed walked along the grass, bushing through bushes and going around trees, he didn't no were he was heading and he didn't care as long as he got as far away from his current life as possible.