So I had to write it. I have no idea where it came from, I actually dreamed it, don't know what's up with that lol. There will be another chapter to this so please review. :)

Meowth wondered idly if it was actually possible for his tail to freeze off without him noticing. He had never been so cold in his life and he had no idea how Jessie wasn't blue and frostbitten by now in her short skirt. James wasn't being nearly as stoic as his partner though and had been complaining ever since they had left the car. Thankfully Meowth could no longer understand the actual words as his teeth were chattering too loudly.

It was dead end assignment they all knew it. Given to them only because there was no guarantee that the Pokemon even existed and Giovanni didn't want to waste resources sending another team to check it out. They were expendable. The most they could reasonably expect to come back with was a couple of Clefairy and James' whining was probably scaring off even them.

He was jolted out of his thoughts when Jessie's fan came crashing down on James' head nearly knocking Meowth from his shoulders.

"HEY! Watch out for Meowwwwwth!" He howled in protest digging his claws into James' hood.

"...sick of your complaining! Don't you think Meowth and I are cold too? We aren't whining like toddlers are we?!"

"Stop hitting me!"

"Cut it OUUUT!" Meowth leapt up, fury swiping the both of them across the faces.

They both froze, blinking at him in surprise. "If you'se two don 't stop fighting we'll NEVER get this stupid job done.

"Like we'll get it done anyway! It probably doesn't even exist, the Boss just sent us here because we're the only failure of a team he's willing to send on a suicide mission up this AWFUL mountain looking for an unidentified Pokemon we don't even know is real!"

Both males blinked at her outburst, unsure what to say in response.

"Jessie... calm down. We'll catch something good even if its not legendary."

She took a deep breath and tried to tamp down her anger. It wasn't his fault not really. If she wasn't so angry at being sent on this assignment she would probably be complaining right along with him.

"Come on, Jess, we're tired. Lets just make camp and maybe the snow will stop by morning."

She nodded, too exhausted to argue with him any more. It would only end in violence anyway.

The following morning was, if possible, even worse. She and James had bickered and fought non stop since they woke up and after only an hour walking, both were fuming and on the verge of tears. Meowth had wisely decided to stay out of it after it moved on from trivial disputes and the insults started getting personal, however much he wanted to scratch the pair of them to pieces.

"You're pathetic. I can't believe you turned down that assignment, its your stupid fault that we're up here, lost and freezing to death!"

"We are NOT lost! We're not lost and we're not going to freeze and there was no way in Hell that I was accepting that assignment. We don't DO that stuff Jessie, we don't do guns and we don't do jobs that involve killing! Have you looked in a mirror lately because last time I checked our uniforms were white not black."

"You don't know we would have had to kill the guy! And we would have been promoted if we succeeded."

"Are you seriously telling me you would have murdered someone for a promotion?"

"No, James, God, don't be such a pansy! We wouldn't have had to kill him, just rough him up a bit."

"Are you LISTENING to yourself? What then, Jessie? What next? You really think that once we go there, we're coming back? Don't be so damn naïve!"

Both their voices were rising steadily and the storm was worsening. Meowth was starting to think they should have stayed in the tent and waited out the storm.

"I'm so sick of you holding us back just because you're scared! What did you even join Team Rocket for, James? Did you not realise that joining a criminal organisation would mean doing some pretty bad stuff?"

"Oh, yeah? Well I'm sick of YOU always telling me what a failure I am, blaming everything on me and just jab, jab, jab, ALL THE TIME! I'm sick of trying to be your friend! Sometimes I wish I'd never even met you!"

Jessie stopped walking, shocked into silence. Guilt flooded over James as he saw the devastated, hurt expression flash across her face before she hid it.

"Well if that's how you feel then maybe we should request to be split up." Her voice was cold as the ice underfoot and he wished right then that he had never opened his mouth. He knew Jessie found it difficult to trust people and had some serious insecurities when it came to being abandoned. In hindsight it was the worst thing he could have said to her.

Jessie turned away from him and started to walk again and James took a breath and scrubbed his hands through his hair in frustration before following her. He glanced at Meowth to make sure the shell shocked Pokemon was following before breaking into a run to catch up with her.

"Jessie wait!" He tried to grab her arm but she shook him off roughly.

"Jess, please, stop. I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said."

She continued walking, ignoring him and praying that he couldn't see just how badly she was hurting. She knew she was horrible to him sometimes but she thought that he knew she didn't mean it. That she still loved him.

James persisted in trying to catch hold of her. "Please, Jess, lets not fight."

"Just get away from me!" She screamed, spinning around and shoving him forcefully away from her. He stumbled back from her, his hurt expression quickly changing to one of alarm as the ground shifted beneath him and he started to slide.

He cried out in fear and reached out for Jessie who furiously knocked his hands away before realising exactly what was happening. A look of horror spread across her features as she saw the reason James had reached for her and she flung herself forward to grab him as he slid over the side of the path. Her fingers brushed over his but she was unable to get a grip on his hands before the side of the path completely disappeared and James barely had time to scream as he plummeted to the rocks below.

"JAMES!" Jessie hardly recognised the voice as her own as she screamed her partner's name. Dimly she was aware of Meowth yowling beside her, apparently having lost his grasp of language in his distress.

There was a sickening crack as his flailing body hit the rocks below and she screamed again as he landed. For a moment she couldn't process anything except that she had just pushed James off a mountain and he was lying down there bleeding and not MOVING and she couldn't stop screaming his name but he wasn't responding.

She felt a sharp pain in her leg and realised that Meowth had scratched her. Struggling to get a grip on herself she started frantically searching for a way down. The search was mercifully short as Meowth called out to her.

"Over here, Jess, its not as steep!"

She ran towards the scratch cat who was already over the edge and followed him down. The path, if you could call it that, was steep and dangerous and Jessie was in no mood for caution. She scrambled down as fast as she could move, losing her footing and sliding out of control for several metres before managing to catch herself and ploughing on, heedless of Meowth yelling at her to be careful.

It seemed an age before she reached James and her heart almost stopped at the sight of him. He was horribly still and pale even against the white snow and he had a large bloody gash on his left temple.

She reached out for him, sobbing his name and felt desperately for a pulse, nearly passing out from relief when she found one.

"Is he..." Meowth sounded more scared than she had ever heard him sound before.

"He's alive." She hadn't realised she had been holding her breath until she was forced to let it out to answer Meowth. Slightly calmer now, she started checking him over, careful not to move him. Pulse, breathing, injuries. His chest was rising and falling regularly and he didn't seem to be struggling to breathe so she moved on to the next most likely thing to kill him. Shock. She knew she had to stop any bleeding, elevate his legs and keep him warm. Unfortunately she couldn't do much about the second two as she didn't know if he had broken anything in the fall and couldn't move him and warmth wasn't going to be easy to come by.

She rummaged in her pack for the first aid kit and pulled out a wad of gauze, pressing it to the still bleeding gash on his head.

"Hold this." She instructed Meowth who obediently took over. "Press gently."

She slid her hands along his body, examining him mostly by touch. She was relieved when the only blood she found appeared to be minor cuts and scrapes and she felt no evidence of broken bones.

James let out a groan and opened his eyes as her fingers prodded a tender spot. He squinted at her, apparently taking stock of his situation before attempting to speak.

"Jessie?" He croaked. "What's...What happened?"

"You uh...You fell. I...I pushed you, I didn't mean to, it was an accident, I swear!"

He groped dizzily for her hand and squeezed it weakly, trying to comfort her as he heard her voice crack.

"S'okay, Jess. I b'lieve ya." He sounded slightly out of it and she frowned leaning over him.

"James, how many fingers am I holding up? James? Hey! James, how many fingers?"

She tapped his cheek gently to get him to focus.

"Ugh. Four?"

Jessie grimaced at Meowth, showing the cat the three fingers she had been holding in front of him.

"You have a concussion, James. You need to lie still. Does your back hurt? Or your neck?"

"Yeah." He mumbled. "I don't think I broke them though. Just feel bruised like the rest of me."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Don't think I can move though. Head's killing me and I feel so dizzy. And sort of numb like..."

Jessie bit her lip in worry at this tidbit. She was fairly sure feeling numb wasn't a good thing. She was worried he might be slipping into shock. The fact that he was conscious and talking was a good sign, she knew and his training was kicking in as he took inventory of his injuries and seemed to be almost self assessing.

She wasn't happy though about the way he kept drifting off in mid sentence and slurring his words a little. On a closer look his pupils were dilated and his eyes had a slightly glassy look to them. She didn't need her nursing school experience to tell her that he had a pretty major concussion and was going into shock but she was starting to worry a little about brain damage. He had hit his head pretty hard.

He hadn't complained of feeling sick though so she was taking that as a good sign.

"Its okay, James, we don't have to move yet. Don't go to sleep though, will you?"

"I won't." He was still slurring and despite the fact that he was responding to her and seemed alert she couldn't help feeling that it would be all too easy for him to just slip away.

She pulled her coat off and covered him with it, stroking her fingers through his hair and the fact that he didn't protest only served to make the knot in her stomach tighten.

What the Hell was she going to do now?