Hey, sorry for the grammer and spelling errors in the last one. I was in a huge hurry.

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James just kept running,hoping that he wouldn't run into Jessie or anything like that. As he darted past... someone, he realized he was leaving tracks that were easy to follow. Damn, he thought, that person is following me. Better run faster if I can. Then he heard a voice that was unmistakable. "Jimmy! Jimmy! Where are ya, Jimmy?"

"I thought I told Meowth not to look for me," James thought to himself. He slowed down as he realized the thing he went past wasn't in view anymore. He was still running blindly, hoping for something bad to happen, hoping for the ground to disappear.

A strong hand grabbed his shoulder, and he felt rough, warm breathing on the back of his neck. "Let me go or I'll scream."

A male voice came from behind him. He was guessing the man that grabbed him was speaking. "Go ahead. Scream all you like. Don't they think you're dead? Isn't your little furry friend not looking for you?"

James' heart sank as he realized the man was right. "Um..."

"Thought so," the voice had a hint of sinisterness (is that even a word?) in it. "Now be a good boy and stop struggling. You're wasting your energy."

Noooo, I'll just scream anyway, James rolled his eyes.

...

Jessie sighed, wondering if James would ever be found. "What if he doesn't come back? He was a big reason why all this rocket buisness was all fun. I don't want him replaced. Why do I always have to lose my partners? It's not fair, dammit! I miss him, so much..." Jessie couldn't control how all the words were tumbling out.

Meowth smiled slyly and snickered. "Oooooooooooooooooooo," he said.

"ACK!" Jessie sweatdropped. "That... may not have meant the way it sounded, Meowth. Heheh..." she put her hand behind her head.

"Yeah right."

Jessie thwacked him over the head with Bobby Mallet.

"Owwwwiiiiieeeeessssss..."

"Humph. Serves you right," she crossed her arms. Her eyes snapped open as she heard a cry of pain over the wind. James.

Jessie ran without any thought of danger there may be. She got out Mr. Frying Pan, ready to hit his pain giver outer person. (Ugh, loss for words...) Or possibly James if he was joking.

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"Ah, my ears. You sure know how to scream, kid," the man nearly let go of James to cover his ears.

"I'm no kid. I'm nineteen."

The man rolled his eyes. Then the sound of metal colliding with his huge, thick skull was heard.

James turned around, not seeing that it was Jessie because of the shadows. "Looks like Jessie's not the only one who knows how to handle a pan," he murmered, running off east. The twerps were in persuit of him, and doing a good job.

And Jessie decided to ignore them. "Well, we know where James is headed, at least. It's a mile or so east to..." she gasped. "James is in terrible danger!"

"Wwhhhyyyyy?" Meowth asked, hopping onto Jessie's other shoulder where Luminia was, inching closer to her.

Luminia pushed him off. "Me meow me, Meowth." (Translation: Don't kid yourself, Meowth.)

Meowth frowned. "Well, I tried. Why's Jimmy in danger?"

"He's heading to a cave where a bunch of freakishly strong Pokemon are. They're quite defencinve," Jessie explained.

"What's wit da writer and her passion for... killin?" Meowth asked.

Author's note: Shut your trap, or I'll make YOU die.

"Okay," Meowth shrank back a bit.

The man was coming to, and as soon as he did he was off the ground in pursuit of James. Thank god he sprained his ankle while running after him the first time. Too bad it didn't stop him.

James looked behind him, noticing the man was chasing him again. Using his adrenaline, he put on an extra burst of speed. He ran and ran and- ah, he hit the tree.

Just kidding. He ran into the cave, stopping the man dead in his tracks and making him back away in fear. The legendary beast, Noclaf, was said to live there. (Yus, I made it up.) The legendary bird Pokemon.

Jessie noticed this too. "Oh, crap. James, what on earth do you think you're doing?" she asked, pretty much speaking her thoughts out loud. She felt a lump form in her thrat. "Oh, James, please get out of there. Know what's good for you and get out of there..."

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James wandered around for a bit, trying to make his eyes adjust so he could see. No matter how hard he strained, he couldn't see any more than three feet ahead of him. He wondered if he would ever get out. Geez, I haven't been this lost since I landed in the forest after blasting off with Meowth and company. Good times... He thought.

A peircing shriek interuppted his thoughts. "What? Who's there?" he cried, spinning around.

A muffled cry of pain was the only response, then nothing. James shuddered. "I don't like that," he mumbled uneasily. He heard voices. Two of them. Neither of them farmilier. "So our little plan worked then? We know he's in here?"

"Keep your voice down, you blockhead! He'll hear us!" a gruff voice shouted.

"Hm. And while you're screaming at me to whisper, I'll go find the stupid Pokemon," a female voice snorted.

"What about the boy?"

"Pokemon first."

"Fine."

James shrugged, looking for the exit. He wasn't any part of this, unless he was the boy. ...Wait, what if he WAS the boy? What if they were after him, or something? Oh, James. Stop thinking like that, you'll just freak yourself out, he scoled himself. Oh, hell, he was freaked out anyway, knowing he was the boy. That encounter with the man earlier was no coincidince.

"Ah, I wish Jessie were here to calm me down. Or at least hit me with a frying pan so I'd forget about the instance," James sighed, just waiting to hear a childish "Jimmy likes Jess, JIMMY LIKES JESS!!" from his feline friend. But, he wasn't there either.

He let out a shocked cry as something really, really dense and blunt hit the back of his head. After staggering around a bit, (around a half hour) he saw the exit. Or that little death-light thing dying people always see. He decided with the exit theory. "Well... here goes nothing," he said as he ran towards the golden circle.

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Jessie waited for days for James to come out of the cave. "So... I suppose he's dead, then?"

Meowth rubbed her cheek with his. "Naw, he probably just found the exit."

"I hope so," Jessie whispered, for once noticing the twerps right in front of her. "Oh. Hi."

Brock turned around. "So, you finally know we're here. We've been here for days. And so has this little beotch," he jerked his head towards Jessie's little annoying lookalike. "Hello," Jessebelle giggled.

Jessie put her face in one hand, (which some of you call facepalming) groaning. "Shoot her."

"Kay. Pikachu, zap the pink-haired freak!" Ash demanded, munching on a burrito.

"PIIKKKKAAAA...CCCHHUUU!!" (Translation: Take that, you son of a- oops.)

Jessie brought out Bobby Mallet and struck Ash and the little Pika-rat. "NOT ME, YOU IGNORAMUS!!" she bellowed, making Jessebelle whimper and run away into the cave. She let out a shriek, then there was nothing.

"YEEESSSSSSSS!!" Jessie and all the twerps shouted in unison, punching the air. "Er... hold on. Something missing. Ah, that's right!" Jessie shouted, looking the twerps in the eyes. "Prepare for t- ah screw it. I'm not in the mood."

"You liiiiiike him, don't you?" Ash asked, giggling insanely.

"Erm, yeah. You blab and you'll be sorry though," Jessie sweatdropped as she said this. "Hey... who are they?"

Two people were walking out of the cave, one a female, one a male. The female had long, black hair and a small build, and a pale face. Her eyes were blue, matching the man's. The man was blond and strongly built.

Misty shrugged. "Dunno. They don't look familier to me."

Luminia yawned, curling up as the sun set to create a colorful dusk. Jessie decided to sleep as well, as the twerps ventured into the cave a bit so she could be alone.

The woman saw an opportunity there. She sent out her Pokemon, an Umbreon, and the thing had her eaten in seconds. The WOMAN was eaten, at least. (Ha. I wish, I'm just kidding again.)

What really happened was Jessie heard another scream echoing in the cave. The voice was one she had known ever since she was a little girl.

James.