Wait you're still reading this? Wow. I didn't know you'd be this interested in a non-Ash fic. Am I salty about how much attention the little twerp gets?

Yes. Yes I am.

As you know I own nothing but my imagination and ocs. If I owned Pokemon Ash would retire and Team Rocket would take a chance at the spotlight.

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"OH MY GOSH!"

The scream echoed through the small cottage and outside, causing many pokemon to rush away in fear of oncoming danger.

The man who had taken young trainer Bonnie into his home when she had stumbled upon his house leapt out of bed in shock and fear, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He pull on a robe and stumbled out of his small room into the living room where he had left Bonnie to sleep that night. "What's going on?!" he sputtered as he rushed to the couch, mind racing with all the violent possibilities that could have caused her to scream.

Bonnie looked up at him in surprise, blanket clutched tightly to her chest and grinning. "Oh hi!" she greeted cheerily. "Is this your pokemon?" she asked, pointing to his arcanine.

The man hesitantly nodded, confused.

Bonnie's eyes lit up and she wrapped her small arms around the creature's furry neck. "He's so cute!" she squealed. "I love him! Does he have a name?"

He shrugged and sat next to her on the plush couch. "When I was younger I used to call him Growlie," he admitted, a sad gleam in his eye.

"Growlie," Bonnie repeated, as if testing the name. "I love it! It's so cute!"

The man smiled at her bright eyed enthusiasm. Standing up from his seat, he pulled on a thick coat. "I have some other pokemon in the barn if you'd like to meet them," he offered.

"Yes!" Bonnie grinned, grabbing her blanket and running out the door into the snow.


Team Rocket Headquarters, Kanto Region

"Meowth?"

A large creamy white persian glanced up from the bed in the center of the bedroom, yawning and blinking the sleep from his eyes. His face lit up and he lept off the bed. "Jessie!" he exclaimed, rushing to the speaker's side and rubbing against her dark uniform. "You're back!" he lept up onto the desk- accidentally knocking down a few items in his way—and licked her cheek with his slobbery pink tongue.

The speaker—a young and beautiful lady with flowing pink hair cascading down her back and hiding part of her face—turned away from her pokemon's excitement, silent tears running down her pale cheeks, and quietly sat on the bed near the center of her room. Her thin arms wrapped around her waist as she started to cry.

The persian drooped slightly, understanding rushing through his mind. "Is it that time again?" he asked, voice low.

The young lady—Jessie—nodded curling into a tight ball on her bed.

The persian dipped his head and pawed through an open drawer until he found a small framed photo amidst clothes. He gently gathered the frame in his teeth and leapt onto the bed dropping the photo in front of Jessie before curling up next to her shaking form.

Tears streaming down her face, Jessie clutched the picture—a selfie she had taken with James and Meowth during one of their days off—to her chest sobbing.

She never thought she'd miss anyone so much, especially James. He was the sort of person she wanted to slap. He was stupid and a klutz despite his efforts to impress her. She squeezed her eyes shut as the events of that day replayed themselves in her head.

"I wonder what the boss wants now," Jessie huffed as she stormed through the halls of the Team Rocket central base. "We were busy catching Pikachu!"

"We were?" James asked sarcastically in a quiet tone, winking at Meowth who giggled.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOU DID ANYTHING TO HELP!" Jessie screamed, whirling to face James shaking with fury. "YOU WERE TOO BUSY BEING YOUR USUAL KLUTZY SELF! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN PIKACHU BY NOW! I WISH YOU'D JUST DIE SO I'D GET A NEW PARTNER WHO ACTUALLY KNEW HOW TO CATCH POKEMON!"

James froze in his steps, shock and hurt clouding his expression. Normally he would have taken the insults and brushed them off, but this time was different. He curtly nodded and turned away without a second glance to walk down the hall away from Jessie and Meowth.

Meowth glanced from Jessie to James and back to Jessie, unsure of what to do. "Jessie," he finally spoke, "I think you really hurt his feelings."

Jessie frowned and continued down the hall, loud footsteps echoing off the walls. "So what?" she growled. "He needs to toughen up anyway."

Meowth hesitated before following her. "...if you think so..." he muttered halfheartedly.

That's when she heard the gunshots. After that everything moved in slow motion.

Before she knew what was happening, she was sprinting down the hall at full speed, heart pounding in her chest. She could barely hear Meowth's calls to her, begging her to slow down before they were drowned out by her worry.

Her heart stopped the moment she rushed into the room at the end of the hall. Blood splattered on the walls and a gun lay discarded to the side. Giovanni—their boss—was slumped over his desk, dead. Crumpled to the ground a few feet away was James.

Tears blurred her eyes as she rushed to her partners side, gently laying his pale head on her lap. She pulled out her phone to call for help but a cold hand weakly pushed it away.

"Too late..." James whispered, chest shaking with each breath. A small but growing spot of blood tainted his white uniform. He reached a hand up and gently brushed Jessie's tear stained cheek. "I-I'm... s-sorry it h-had to e-end like this..." he raspily breathed, coughing. His face twisted in pain. "M-maybe ..." he whispered, "...you'll g-get a new p-partner...a b-better one...a-and...y-you'll... y-you'll c-catch Pikachu..." he smiled weakly, eyes gleaming with sadness. "...c-catch him f-for me...f-for...old t-times... s-sake..." his hand dropped as his eyes slowly drifted closed. With a final breath, all the life left his body.

"Jessie?"

Jessie slowly uncurled her body, still clutching the picture tightly to her chest. "What?" she asked, her voice sounding weak and abused.

Meowth stood on his hind legs, paws leaning on the desk that held the intercom. "You want anything?" he asked.

Jessie teared up as a fresh wave of emotions washed over her. She quickly turned away from the pokemon and curled up in a ball, sobbing.

Meowth sighed and held down the button for the comm. "It's one of those days, Mondo," he sighed. "Better get something chocolate." He hesitated before adding, "and a steak. She definitely needs a steak." He licked his lips, thoughts of a juicy steak he had no intention of sharing filling his mind. After a moment, he held down the button once more. "You know what Mondo," he spoke, stomach growling, "better make that steak a double."