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Last Blast Off: After Team Rocket, part 4
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The bus slowly pulled to a stop, and James woke up--he had drifted off-- and brushed the newspaper off of his lap. This was his stop.
He stood up, taking his bag front the overhead compartment, heaved it onto his shoulder, then walked down the aisle to the door, which opened for him. He hopped down onto the sidewalk, and the bus pulled off again.
He hated to see it go, to be honest. Now he was stuck.
James' parents' mansion was still several miles away, so he would have to take a taxi the rest of the way there. He had at least enough money to pay for a cab.
James hailed a taxi nearby, and soon was off.
The ride to the mansion, James knew, would be his last ride being free and independent. The minute he arrived, he would be smothered by his parents, but worst of all...Jessiebelle.
A while passed, James anxiously—no, nervously waiting for the moment when the car would stop. Soon, it pulled into the mansion's driveway.
The driveway was extremely long. It took about a half and hour to drive from the entrance of the driveway to the house, the property was so huge. But it left more time for James to think.
If only...if only Jessie had wanted him to go with her...then he would feel needed, and not so empty and alone. But she didn't want him—no one did, except for his family and fiancee. And so, there was no other sane alternative for James. He really must belong back at home.
Minutes flew by, all in a blur to James, as the property went by outside the taxi window. In no time at all, the taxi passed the dog house (which was a mansion in itself) and then drove up to the actual mansion, which was many times bigger.
The car stopped.
James took his duffle bag, paid the driver with the last of his money, and waited unitl it drove away and was out of sight. Then, he turned to face the gigantic house before him.
There it was. Not too long ago, he had been forced to return to this place, all because of Jess and Meowth. Now, he had come on his own, because he had no where else to go.
"Here goes," James said, and walked up to the mansion door to meet his fate.
***
"I'm sick of this job! And I _won't_ say that stupid line ever again!" Jessie's face was red with rage, almost the color of her hair.
"You take the job, you take the responsibility. And your responsibility is to do what I tell you to do," said the lady behind the desk.
"Yeah, well I'll have you know that this job sucks and I won't do it another minute, lady. I'm sick of some head-burger-honcho like you pushing me around!" Jessie had fire in her eyes, indicating that she was clearly pissed off.
"Then your out of here, missy," the women said impatiently. "Out. You should be easily replaced...I'm sure any under-skilled bum like you would take it. Now, get out of my restaurant!"
Jessie turned. "Fine! The pleasure's all mine, bitch."
The door slammed.
Jessie stormed out of the office, throwing off her 'PokeBurger' hat and dumping her uniform in the trash. "Screw this place," she murmured as she flung open the doors and walked outside.
"I'm on a roll," Jessie said to herself as she mounted her bike. "Fired twice in one week. I'm doing pretty well for myself."
She pedaled down the road, feeling quite dumb, and made her way back to her crummy apartment.
Finally, Jessie unlocked her door and fell helplessly onto her bed.
"I wish...I wish James were here..."
She wanted to cry, but her anger clouded her sadness, and she just lay there, wishing.
***
In an office miles away, Meowth was signing the last of a stack of paper work.
"There," he said, dropping the pen at last, "That's the last of 'em."
"Good," the nicely dressed man said, taking the papers. "You'll start work tomorrow."
They shook hands (well, hand in paw).
"Can do," Meowth said with a toothy grin.
The cat exited the office, still smiling, and thought, "I've got it made now! Jess and Jim would be jealous."
***
There was movement from within the mansion, and James' heart beat hard against his chest. Any moment now, the huge door before him would open, and with that, everything would change.
James ran a hand through his blue hair and tried to straighten up his clothes somewhat-- his parents would most likely disapprove of the way he looked anyway, but he still wanted to attempt to look presentable.
James held the handle of the duffle bag tightly in his sweaty hand, wishing that he, Jessie and Meowth hadn't made so many mistakes when it mattered so much, on Team Rocket. Maybe if they hadn't goofed up all the time, and were at least for a while, in at least one case, diligent to their work, maybe James wouldn't have to be here. But he deserved it. All these years of doing things for himself, doing what he wanted, making himself happy--now, he had to take responsibility for what he had left behind him. He shouldn't be selfish anymore, should he? Hadn't he been selfish this whole time to run away?
Footsteps came, growing steadily louder, and James became more and more tense. The giants door opened, and James held his breath.
A white-haired butler looked out, his eyes suddenly widening as they focused on James.
The butler's mouth opened wide, and he gasped. "M...ma...master James! You've come home!!"
~~~
To be continued...
Last Blast Off: After Team Rocket, part 4
~@~@~@~
The bus slowly pulled to a stop, and James woke up--he had drifted off-- and brushed the newspaper off of his lap. This was his stop.
He stood up, taking his bag front the overhead compartment, heaved it onto his shoulder, then walked down the aisle to the door, which opened for him. He hopped down onto the sidewalk, and the bus pulled off again.
He hated to see it go, to be honest. Now he was stuck.
James' parents' mansion was still several miles away, so he would have to take a taxi the rest of the way there. He had at least enough money to pay for a cab.
James hailed a taxi nearby, and soon was off.
The ride to the mansion, James knew, would be his last ride being free and independent. The minute he arrived, he would be smothered by his parents, but worst of all...Jessiebelle.
A while passed, James anxiously—no, nervously waiting for the moment when the car would stop. Soon, it pulled into the mansion's driveway.
The driveway was extremely long. It took about a half and hour to drive from the entrance of the driveway to the house, the property was so huge. But it left more time for James to think.
If only...if only Jessie had wanted him to go with her...then he would feel needed, and not so empty and alone. But she didn't want him—no one did, except for his family and fiancee. And so, there was no other sane alternative for James. He really must belong back at home.
Minutes flew by, all in a blur to James, as the property went by outside the taxi window. In no time at all, the taxi passed the dog house (which was a mansion in itself) and then drove up to the actual mansion, which was many times bigger.
The car stopped.
James took his duffle bag, paid the driver with the last of his money, and waited unitl it drove away and was out of sight. Then, he turned to face the gigantic house before him.
There it was. Not too long ago, he had been forced to return to this place, all because of Jess and Meowth. Now, he had come on his own, because he had no where else to go.
"Here goes," James said, and walked up to the mansion door to meet his fate.
***
"I'm sick of this job! And I _won't_ say that stupid line ever again!" Jessie's face was red with rage, almost the color of her hair.
"You take the job, you take the responsibility. And your responsibility is to do what I tell you to do," said the lady behind the desk.
"Yeah, well I'll have you know that this job sucks and I won't do it another minute, lady. I'm sick of some head-burger-honcho like you pushing me around!" Jessie had fire in her eyes, indicating that she was clearly pissed off.
"Then your out of here, missy," the women said impatiently. "Out. You should be easily replaced...I'm sure any under-skilled bum like you would take it. Now, get out of my restaurant!"
Jessie turned. "Fine! The pleasure's all mine, bitch."
The door slammed.
Jessie stormed out of the office, throwing off her 'PokeBurger' hat and dumping her uniform in the trash. "Screw this place," she murmured as she flung open the doors and walked outside.
"I'm on a roll," Jessie said to herself as she mounted her bike. "Fired twice in one week. I'm doing pretty well for myself."
She pedaled down the road, feeling quite dumb, and made her way back to her crummy apartment.
Finally, Jessie unlocked her door and fell helplessly onto her bed.
"I wish...I wish James were here..."
She wanted to cry, but her anger clouded her sadness, and she just lay there, wishing.
***
In an office miles away, Meowth was signing the last of a stack of paper work.
"There," he said, dropping the pen at last, "That's the last of 'em."
"Good," the nicely dressed man said, taking the papers. "You'll start work tomorrow."
They shook hands (well, hand in paw).
"Can do," Meowth said with a toothy grin.
The cat exited the office, still smiling, and thought, "I've got it made now! Jess and Jim would be jealous."
***
There was movement from within the mansion, and James' heart beat hard against his chest. Any moment now, the huge door before him would open, and with that, everything would change.
James ran a hand through his blue hair and tried to straighten up his clothes somewhat-- his parents would most likely disapprove of the way he looked anyway, but he still wanted to attempt to look presentable.
James held the handle of the duffle bag tightly in his sweaty hand, wishing that he, Jessie and Meowth hadn't made so many mistakes when it mattered so much, on Team Rocket. Maybe if they hadn't goofed up all the time, and were at least for a while, in at least one case, diligent to their work, maybe James wouldn't have to be here. But he deserved it. All these years of doing things for himself, doing what he wanted, making himself happy--now, he had to take responsibility for what he had left behind him. He shouldn't be selfish anymore, should he? Hadn't he been selfish this whole time to run away?
Footsteps came, growing steadily louder, and James became more and more tense. The giants door opened, and James held his breath.
A white-haired butler looked out, his eyes suddenly widening as they focused on James.
The butler's mouth opened wide, and he gasped. "M...ma...master James! You've come home!!"
~~~
To be continued...