Part XVIII
After putting James in a cell, the guard walked back to Jesse's cell. He yelled at her, "Since we do not have any other ideas for you, you will have your hair cut off."
Jesse looked up at the man with sheer terror and fell at his knees, pleading with him. She had broken down completely.
"Please don't cut my hair. Anything but that, please…."
The guard did not sympathize but instead offered another solution.
"If you don't want your hair cut, we can always have your boyfriend hanged instead. Would that be alright?" Jesse could not believe her ears. James, hanged? For just them sleeping, clothed, in a bed?
"No, that would not be alright," she said.
As the minutes passed like hours, James sat glumly in his tiny cell painted black. There weren't any cots or beds in his cell, so he could only sit on the floor. A grimy toilet was all that furnished the room. James sat and thought. What is to become of Jesse? What is to become of me? We didn't even do anything wrong. Now we'll never be together again. This is probably death row for me. James sat nervously awaiting his fate. It came. Two guards unlocked the barred cell door and each grabbed James by one of his shoulders. Once in the hallway, he was cuffed again, this time in the front of his body. Stiff with fear, James was led down the stairs, down to the basement, into a large, high-ceilinged room where a doctor and a few of the guards and cops were waiting. As his eyes adjusted to the strange lighting of the room, he spotted a caning trestle in the center of the room. He then knew what his punishment would be-the worst punishment he could get.
After the cops and guards prepared James for his caning, the torture started. During each stroke of the rattan, James screamed for mercy and writhed in utter terrible pain. He was literally going through hell during the caning. His skin on his bare bottom was getting ripped to shreds and he could feel every nerve in his body feeling it.
Jesse had had a bit of work duty in the basement that morning and heard screams coming from the room at the end of the corridor. She became extremely curious as to who might be screaming and what was going on. There had been a loud cracking sound, and screams afterwards. Cautiously she sneaked down the hallway and peeped into the tiny window at the center of the door to see what was going on. She saw a man bending over a trestle, totally naked. There was an officer behind him with a cane, and he was preparing to strike the man again. A caning was taking place. She had heard the caning was the worst punishment a man could receive. The pain was supposedly excruciating and made men beg for mercy, faint, etc. The pitiful man on the trestle was screaming and writhing to get away. There were tall black boots on the floor. There was a red rose next to the boots. The man had purplish hair. The man was James!
End Of Part XVIII
"Five!" br br James's body went completely limp, a ruddy mass of pain bent over a trestle. The next blow caused his body to shake involuntarily as he felt the sting spread throughout his body. I'm going to die! This is it! James had grown frantic and formed pictures in his head of him dying. Before the next blow was to come, the doctor walked over to the terrified teenager and talked to him as he took his pulse.
"You have three more strokes to go. You're more than halfway through," he said to James consolingly. James tried to speak between sobs.
"I…I…I can't…take…this…. Please…make…them…stop…. I've learned…my…lesson…."
Jesse looked at her partner being beat senselessly by the officer, but couldn't stand to watch it anymore. Crying for her poor James being caned, she got back to work before she was spotted.
"Six!"
The rattan slammed again. The caning officer showed no mercy. James felt like his body was going to explode. He slumped over and fainted while on the trestle. Stroke seven was called out and the caning officer hit him again to see if he would scream, because if he were conscious, he would. He didn't. He was out cold. The officials, guards and doctors could see it was too much pain for him to bear. They revived him quickly and agreed that the caning was over. However, when James came to, he feared more. Sheer terror showed in his eyes as he awoke to the guards surrounding him. In vain, he tried to rip off the straps. A prison guard got right in his face.
"Stop kicking so we can untie you."
James cried as he was untied. As soon as his wrist straps were taken off, he fell on his face, still conscious. The guards undid his ankle straps, for his ankles were now bent at an odd angle to his body. Cautiously the guards picked him off the floor. They then put his clothes back on, since he was still frozen with fear. Solemnly they carried him, now losing consciousness, back to his cell and lay him on his back on a small crappy cot they had set up for his wounds to heal better.
James awoke screaming and flipping over onto his stomach. An intense pain had spread up and down his back in a burning frenzy, but it mainly concentrated around his bottom. He was now on his belly, and could feel the burning take control of anything he could have had his mind on. His eyes ached, but not half as much as the rest of his body. After lying alone for hours in the blackness of the solitary confinement room crying, he fell into a troubled sleep.
End Of Part XVIV
Meowth and Candy were expecting a litter! Team Rocket's feline pokemon had never felt so proud in his life. After he had found out this information, he and Candy had parties every day. Every day until one fateful day. Meowth had been soundly sleeping by his love and someone grabbed her during his reverie and took her away from him. She had been adopted and he wasn't even able to protect her. She was gone! Once this information hit him, Meowth stopped eating, cried, and lay in the corner of his cage all day and all night.
Jesse would have to go to class tomorrow. She had extra work duties today, since the coed-sleeping incident. All day she thought of how James took the caning. Was it really as bad as he made it look? Or was it just James's character to blow things out of proportion? If he had elevated the incident, it would prove that he could never be Jesse's protector. Jesse would always be the planner and the leader, but she was sick of that role and needed to be the passive one for once. The person being protected and led.
James woke up the next morning with his whole body an aching mess. He attempted to squirm off his cot, but could barely move. He thought of how he was always the one to get in trouble for minor wrongdoings, and Jesse hadn't even been punished one time! As he struggled to move himself, he thought of the unfairness of life for him. Jesse's probably in the cell still. I'll bet she didn't have to do anything as a punishment. And that whacking, humph, all they'll probably do is hit her across the hand with a ruler or something. Over a short time period, James was jealous of Jesse.
Jesse was awaken by a prison guard and taken to class. She was extremely nervous, for today she would receive her "whacking." After class, her hair was to be cut off. Entering the class, she spotted Butch, and sat down across from him.
"Hey, Butch, how are you?"
"I'm okay. Where were you yesterday?"
"Oh, long story. I was on work duty for it."
"For what?"
"It's a long story. I'll tell you later."
As class began, the door opened and James was dragged in by two prison guards hoisting up his shoulders. Everyone turned to look as a pillow was set on a desk's chair and James was sat down roughly on the seat. Jesse could see that James was clenching his teeth together so as not to yell out, but even so, he let out a whimper. James was embarrassed. He put his head down and sighed exasperatingly while trying to sit lightly on the seat. He couldn't help having his eyes water, and they began to pour out tears after five minutes of him sitting. It wasn't just because he was depressed; he was in evident terrible pain.
After James was seated and the class was turned back around to the front, Jesse was called up to the center of class. Oh, crap. I don't want to die! her brain shouted. This time, however, as she walked up slowly, the teacher grabbed a switch instead. He motioned for her to hold out her hands, so she did. Seven hard but quick hits on her hand with the switch, and she was done.
As she was being punished, she could see how pathetic this situation looked. She wasn't saying a word, and it was just like a rap on the hand. She tried to hold back her sigh of relief as she walked back to her seat. James's jaw dropped. I went through 30 whacks with the paddle to prevent her from receiving that punishment? Well, at least I was seen as a hero for a few hours….
End Of Part XX
All through class James clenched his teeth and covered his face with his hands as curious classmates turned around to look. His caning wounds were seeping through the wrappings and his pillow he sat on got soaked. Occasionally during class James would be picked on by the teacher: "What's wrong, you in first row, last seat?" and he would just shake his head nervously and go back to thinking about the pain he was in. He also wondered how disgusting the wounds looked, for he could feel that uncomfortable seepage wetting the pillow he had to sit on during class. One person had been paddled today. During the paddling the kid yelled and whined so much that James let out a loud scoff at him. Some people turned around wondering why he did so, but they didn't know that James had been beaten so much harder and didn't think much of the "baby paddling" any more. Paddling didn't hold any fear for James now. That is, of course, slightly wrong, because James did not want to be paddled today. He would've passed out from the pain on his already deep wounds.
Once class was dismissed, James was taken to a small room full of police officers and guards. He slumped his back in despair as he was seated at a chair on the wet pillow from class in the center of the room. As always, the pain was excruciating.
"I don't want to sit down! Please let me stand!" James beseeched the officers.
At his request, two guards yanked the seat out from underneath him, causing him to fall hard on his rear end. He began to moan as he was pulled off the floor and stood up. A head officer spoke first to him.
"Now, James, you made a deal with us that you would tell us anything about Team Rocket that we wanted to know."
"Umm… that's right…." James murmured sadly.
"Now you tell us what you know," the cop said. James stood in silence.
After a few seconds that seemed like hours to him, he spoke up.
"Uh, what am I supposed to say?"
The guards gave him nasty looks as the head officer spoke.
"Okay. What is Team Rocket's leader's name?"
"Giovanni…." James felt ashamed. Everyone in Team Rocket would now hate him if he ever got out of prison alive.
"Where is their next heist to take place?"
James sighed. "I don't know…. I haven't been on the outside for several months. I lost track."
Feeling a bit brave, he added, "By the way, when will I be allowed to leave here?"
The response was a kick in the rear end from an angry guard. The guards knew his weak spot and would be able to get answers out of him easily. James tripped forward, whimpering and grabbing his sore seat. He had come very close to falling, but somehow he kept his balance.
"James, you will only leave here when we let you leave."
"Is there any way I can speed up that process?"
"No. There are many ways you can make it longer, however."
James's face turned pale. Was he ever going to leave this prison?
End Of Part XXI
Jesse was escorted by guards to the outside of the classroom. One had a gigantic pair of scissors. When Jesse first spotted them her eyes grew large and frightened and she tried to jerk away from the guards. It didn't work. She was led into a small room and made to sit down in a chair.
"He he. Any last wishes, inmate?" the guard with the scissors chuckled.
"Oh, please don't cut my hair. Isn't there any alternative to this? It'll take years for my hair to grow back out to what length it is now."
"No, there is no alternative. This is the only way you will learn your lesson."
Another guard spoke up.
"Oh, I thought of an alternative. Your boyfriend will be paddled in front of class tomorrow instead of you having to cut off your hair. He he. Would that punishment be okay?"
Jesse sighed. It would be totally wrong to have James take yet another punishment. He had been caned; that was already too much for him to bear. Besides, she was the one who had done wrong.
"No, it wouldn't be okay," she murmured. She bowed her head slightly and tried to prepare her emotions as her hair was snipped off at shoulder length by the nasty guard.
After telling the officers some more about Team Rocket, including Butch and Cassidy, James was brought back to his cell, exhausted. He paced back and forth, wondering what was to become of him and Jesse.
Jesse was sent bawling to her work duties. Again, it was near Butch. Immediately she thought of what she had tried to ask him before the guard grabbed him.
"Butch, why am I not dead?"
Butch replied softly.
"Well, ya see, James told me you were lying there in the meadow, having been shot, and Meowth had been caged by the cops. Your partner escaped up into a bunch of trees and wasn't spotted. He saw you a few seconds later, however, so he jumped down out of hiding and picked you up. He must've really thought you were near death, for he walked up behind the police and begged them to help you. At first, they refused and prepared to shoot him. He then offered a deal to them, that they could sentence him and do whatever to him in exchange for your recovery. He's quite the fool, I must say. Dumb sap."
For once, Jesse was utterly speechless. All she could was stutter in disbelief. James was doing this all for her! James had been imprisoned, beaten, tortured, all for her to get well. And he didn't even tell her about it! Jesse felt her deep love for James suddenly rise into her throat.
"Oh, thank you so much for telling me, Butch!"
Jesse had a plan. She would act horribly in work duties today and then be moved down to James's section of prison. Perhaps the guards would forget that James was in that room and throw her in there. She was going to get with him somehow.
End Of Part XXII
During scrubbing duties Jesse spilt the soap bucket all over the floor and left it there. After a small reprimand, she knew it took more than that to get her into solitary confinement. All day she did things against the rules, like smarting off, scuffing the walls, and throwing food in the lunch room until eventually, by nightfall, her bad behavior had brought her down to the solitary confinement. As she was led down the hall, handcuffed and struggling to get away, Jesse was stopped at the solitary confinement room. She knew that the guard who brought her down here did not know someone was already in the pitch-black room. He wasn't the one that had taken James away from the room they were both in. After being uncuffed, Jesse was tossed into the room within inches of the sleeping James. The guard did not see him, so he suspected that no one was there.
After the guard had left, Jesse tried to gently wake James by stroking her hand through his hair. After a few minutes, James began to open his eyes. He jerked up, whirling around in the blackness wondering who it was.
"Hello? Is someone h-here?" he choked out.
"Yes, it's Jesse," she replied sweetly to him.
"I…can't see you," he said.
Jesse stood up. She saw the slit that food came through and opened it up. She then stuck his toothbrush that she found under it so it would stay open. No guards would be coming around now. It was lights out for the prisoners. Of course, every night the hall light was left on so a light did come through the slit and cast a beam of light across James's face.
"Oh, it's been five hours since I've seen light," he sighed. He looked at the shadow figure in front of him. "That's really you, Jesse?" he questioned.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Wh-what happened to your hair?"
Jesse sighed sadly. "They cut it off as a punishment." She squatted down by him and put a hand to his face. "But my punishment is nothing compared to what you had to go through."
"Wh-what do you mean?" James asked nervously. He didn't want Jesse to know about that caning incident, etc.
Jesse didn't want to blurt out right away. "Your…caning you had to go through." James let out a sigh.
"Ohhhh, that…." he murmured. Jesse softly rubbed the side of James's face as he appeared to be calming down.
"I feel so bad for you," she told him. "Let me help you with it. Obviously the doctors haven't done enough to make it heal fast."
"Oh, no, don't do that. It's not something anyone needs to see."
"James, I will make you feel better. I want to see you well again."
James let out another weak "no", but Jesse wasn't about to listen. She hated seeing James in pain like this and she wanted at least to visualize what this must have been like for him.
As James lie timidly resisting her, Jesse slowly got him to let her see his wound. He painstakingly revealed the terrible cuts as Jesse looked on, gaping.
Once the wounds were showing enough, Jesse examined the marks from where she was now sitting. He had six extremely visible cuts sliced across his skin, obviously infected. It was very painful for James, she could see, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand it if she had been caned.
As he lie on his belly half-asleep now, Jesse got up and went over to the small basin with a piece she ripped off her sleeve. After dipping it in the water and wringing it out, Jesse went back over to James. She spotted the iodine and cotton swabs the doctors put on his wounds, and began to attempt to clean out the wounds with the water and iodine. James muffled his first yelp in the pillow, but after that one, he wasn't hurting anymore. Almost all night Jesse cleaned up her partner's wounds. She realized how well built James was, anything but soft and wimpy. By the crack of dawn she had fallen asleep on the floor next to James's cot.
A few hours before the wakeup, James awoke, freshly bandaged and comfortable. He saw Jesse next to him and realized both of them would probably be killed when the guard came by. He would probably be caned again, and die on the trestle, and she would be… He didn't even want to think about the consequences. The guard that placed him in here would be on duty this morning. I may not get in much trouble, but Jesse….
End Of Part XXIII
As James tossed and turned on his bed, thinking about what to do, Jesse awoke. She spotted the troubled James and asked him, "What's the matter, James?"
"Oh, we are going to be in so much trouble tomorrow. We are going to die." He cringed for the hit from Jesse; however, Jesse didn't hit him this time. Instead, she touched his arm as she reassured him.
"Let's escape today, James! We don't have to stay here any longer!"
James sighed. "I wish that were true…."
Jesse blurted, "I don't want us to be punished the next time we sleep in the same bed!" The comment caused James to lift his head up and smile.
"Really? There's a next time?"
The guard that placed James in solitary confinement was on his way to releasing James from prison. He had paid his dues, done his time, and agreed to the terms. His girlfriend/partner would be released also today, but he would release her second, for he didn't know where she was moved to yesterday evening. James had followed the agreement; the police would follow it too. As he searched through the keys on his keyring, he found the one to James's cell and went to slip it in the door….
Jesse heard the sound of the guard stopped at the door. James heard the same sound. James was the most terrified he had ever been in his whole life, but he did not want to show it this time. He began to sit up in bed so he could blame himself for the coed solitary confinement cell. Jesse would not let this happen. She immediately knocked James out cold and stood up in front of his unconscious body, waiting for the guard to open the door.
As the door creaked open, Jesse became paralyzed with fear. The guard's huge body was in the door opening and spotting the two in the room. His face turned into an angry glare as Jesse started to babble to him.
"You see, this is all my fault. My fault. I wanted to help—fix—his wounds." She pointed to James, who looked asleep. "H-he had nothing to do with this. I am the only one who deserves a punishm-ment, sir."
End Of Part XXIV
Forgetting about the release, the guard grabbed Jesse and yanked her roughly out of the cell as James came to. Half-dazed, he glanced up to see Jesse being dragged out of the room while still accusing herself of the scheme. He attempted to run out of the cell to save Jesse but the guard slammed the cell door shut on him. He sobbed pitifully as the truth hit him - Jesse would probably be killed.
Jesse was brought down to a room full of stern-looking officers and seated handcuffed on a chair in the center. Immediately she was surrounded and the men began to throw questions at her from all directions.
The next guard to come around to the cells for wakeup took James out of his cell to let him go to morning class. As James headed down the stairs, he heard a sound coming from the room that he had been questioned in. Apparently, the men were questioning someone else. He could hear the voice of the questioned. It was Jesse, and from where he was, it was barely audible. Instead of going to the left down the hallway to class, James went to the right to where Jesse's room was. He put his ear close to the door to listen in on the conversation.
"So you say that it was your idea that you get into the male inmate's cell?"
"Yes, I wanted to see him."
"And how did you do this?"
"I behaved badly enough to be sent to solitary so I'd accidentally get put in his cell."
"Why did you do this?"
"Well…. to help…" Jesse began to stammer. James could hear that she was thinking deeply about what to say. He could hardly believe his ears so far. Jesse, to want to be in a room with him? To act badly on purpose? And her reason for this had to be interesting. What was he to hear next?
"Answer us, inmate. That's not enough"
"Well, that and I had just found out that he loves me back."
James crumpled to the floor. She had learned about his deal then. Butch must've told her. But why did she say "back?"
"What do you mean by that?" an officer asked her.
"I have always loved him, but had never told him. I had just learned that he had himself arrested and tortured so that the wounds I received from a policeman's gun could heal and I would live. Now I know the truth about how he feels about me, so I felt that I could tell him my true feelings towards him as soon as possible."
Jesse sighed loudly in the room. James didn't get to hear it. He had fallen on the floor and could hardly breathe. Tears were in his eyes and a sad smile was on his face. Now he had found out this, but what was to happen to her? He wanted so badly to spend this bright future with her, and he wasn't thinking it was going to happen.
End Of Part XXV
The policemen were all choking up from this confession of love. Jesse went on.
"James made the ultimate sacrifice. I would be willing to make one for him, too, but I don't know if I can stand any more time without him. Please don't punish him for something I did."
The head police official stepped forward. "He has done his time, more than he agreed on. You and he have a long future ahead. This prison will not keep you two here any longer. I believe both of you have learned your lessons."
A guard uncuffed her as she was escorted to the door. As the guards attempted to open the door to the room, it wouldn't budge. James was lying against it.
After getting James up, the guards and officials told him about the release. His reply was a big hug with Jesse and another fainting spell.
James and Jesse were given back their torn up, tattered uniforms, but didn't take them. They held hands as they left the prison. Once the doors were shut behind them and they were completely out of the prison, they shared a passionate kiss and continued hugging. Both Jesse and James were the happiest they had ever been in their lives. Now they could be together to do whatever they wanted to do freely.
Before rescuing Meowth from the pound, however, Jesse and James wanted some privacy so they could actually get intimate. After strolling happily away from the prison, hand in hand, the couple found an empty cabin at a campground for scouts.
"Jesse, would you like to stay here for the night?"
"That would be great, James."
"May I ask you a question?"
"Yes, of course you may."
"Did you actually try to get punished just to be with me?"
Jesse blushed. "Yeah, I missed you."
After James picked the lock on the door and opened it for his love, she closed it behind him and locked it. James gave her a curious look with a hint of slyness, a look that asked her if it was okay for him to want to be with her tonight. She smiled back at him and nodded.
End Of Part XXVI
Simultaneously Jesse and James began removing each other's torn prison duds as they stayed in a lip lock. For once, James was the aggressor, and he made his first time his best time. After the two crawled under the covers, the secret longing for each other both had felt came out into the open, and their togetherness became a reality. Both had never done this type of thing before, but were willing to learn together and share their love for each other in this everlasting way. James opened the doors and let his passion and romantic feelings spill out all around his Jesse. He whispered tender things to her as they held each other closely. The couple made love for hours and took breaks only to tell each other how much they had desired each other. Jesse's once seemingly frozen heart burst forth fully onto James.
"James, I love you so much. Ever since I first met you at Pokemon Tech, I have been in love with you. You mean the world to me."
James was pleasantly shocked. "…Really, Jesse?"
"Yes, and I had always covered it up with my nastiness because I just hoped that you'd be the first to say something about romance. Since you didn't, I didn't think you had those feelings about me. But, I see that you DO love me, because of the touching things you have done, the most wonderful things you could've ever done for me, for anyone." Jesse blushed and stroked James's hair gently.
"Oh, I have never been happier in my life! You have made my life worth living, Jesse!" James exclaimed.
During this time of bliss, Jesse thought of nothing but James, and James thought of nothing but Jesse. The cold cabin they had entered became a hot room of intense feeling.
By morning, both were exhausted but happy. They tried to decide what to do.
"Should we get Meowth out of the pound, James?"
"Not just yet. Let's go buy something to wear or eat before we go get him."
"Alright."
Jesse and James held hands and kissed every ten steps or so as they walked towards town. When they arrived downtown, James wanted to grab some clothing somewhere.
"But do you have any money to buy clothes, James?"
"I… think I might…."
James fumbled in his pockets. Not a cent.
"Well, maybe we could, uh, steal some then," Jesse commented.
Jesse must've added just the right amount of sarcasm to her voice, for James was overcome with his love for her. He grabbed her around the waist and gave her a soft, passionate kiss as he cradled her body in his arms. People driving by saw the much-in-love couple and threw money at them. Jesse and James were too busy with each other to see the money, but people continued to throw money.
Soon, a pile of quarters, dimes, and nickels lay at Jesse and James's feet.
After their 10-minute kissing session, they looked down and realized they were surrounded by money. Frantically, both dropped to their knees and began counting the change. When they were done, they found they had collected 10 dollars. They shared another kiss then headed down to a local restaurant. Longing for real food, Jesse and James ordered a small but delicious meal. Before James took the first bite, he stood up quickly and startled Jesse. Seeing the look on Jesse's face, James began to explain.
"Hey, I will be right back, Jesse, if that's okay with you?"
"Of course it is. Take as much time as you need."
End Of Part XXVII
James ran quickly out the restaurant door, surprising Jesse. She had thought he was going to get seconds or use the restroom. James ran next door to a jewelry store. He brought along $5.00, the remainder of the money, and asked the clerk for a ring of that value.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have any $5.00 rings here."
"Well, do you have any other inexpensive rings?"
"We have this copper ring for $8.00."
"Uh…" James fumbled in his pockets. Only $5.00. "Would it be a fair trade if I gave you this $5.00 along with my watch?"
The clerk looked confused, then agreed. "Alright, sir…."
After his ring was packaged, James thanked the man, grabbed the bag, and ran back to the store.
"Hey, Jesse, did I keep you long?"
"No, it's okay. What'd you do?"
Instead of answering, though, James dropped to one knee beside Jesse. As he pulled the ring out of the bag, he took her hand in his.
"I've been waiting a long time to ask this. Jessica, will you marry me?"
Jesse blushed uncontrollably and beamed. "Oh, James, yes, I will."
As James slipped the copper ring on her finger, they shared another long kiss. All the customers and waiters in the restaurant clapped and whistled. Once out of their kiss, Jesse and James looked up to see all the people staring happily at them. They smiled shyly and sat back in the booth, talking and eating while holding hands across the table.
Just as the couple was walking out of the store, the wealthy manager walked up to them and blocked their way.
"Young people in love like you two shouldn't be walking around in rags like that," and signaled to their clothes. He grabbed a 50-dollar bill and put it in James's hand. "Go out and buy yourself some comfortable clothes." He beamed at the couple. James tried to hand the money back to the man, but the man refused. "I have lots of those. That one is yours now."
James smiled and shook the man's hand. "Thank you, sir." Jesse smiled too and nodded graciously to the man. They then left the restaurant and went to a decent clothing store. After they had bought suitable outfits that reflected their good tastes and put them on, it was now time to retrieve their partner, Meowth.
As Jesse and James walked along the sidewalk towards the pound, James spotted a Meowth darting around their feet.
"Oh, how sweet, Jesse, it's a little girl Meowth," James cooed.
"Awww…. Let's get our Meowth a big surprise and bring the girl Meowth with us. She seems to like you, James."
As soon as James squatted down to pick up the pokemon, the Meowth jumped into his arms. The three strolled over to the pound to get their partner Meowth out.
Jesse and James ran into the pokemon center and asked for the male Meowth. Once directed, they walked over to the cage, the female Meowth following, to take a look. Meowth was thin and frail, near death. His team and lover were gone. As soon as he saw Jesse and James, almost automatically there was a spark of recognition and Meowth's eyes lit up.
"Jesse! James! Awww, I missed ya guys so so much, so much ya'll neva know. I'm so happy you're alive, Jesse and James!"
James picked up Meowth and lifted him out of the cage. He immediately claimed Meowth as his and carried his feline friend out of the pound. Once outside, Jesse smiled at Meowth.
"We got you a surprise, Meowth!"
"What is it?" Meowth asked weakly but anxiously.
"A girlfriend!" Just then Jesse moved to the side to let Meowth see the girl Meowth.
Immediately Meowth knew that this was his long-lost girlfriend and ran over to her.
"CANDY!" Meowth screamed at the top of his lungs. "Oh, my Candy, I've missed you so…. What happened after you had to leave this place?"
In Meowth language Candy told him that she had been adopted, but she ran away and lived on the streets, moving in closer and closer to the pound each day to get back to her love. And her litter of Meowths she had had at her former adoption people's home. They had a good home with the adoption people, so she let them stay there.
Meowth hugged Candy after she had told him. He loved her, and now he knew that she loved him!
As the four strolled away from the pound, Jesse and James held hands and Meowth and Candy trod side by side towards a beautiful future. A future without crime, fear, or secrets; a future full of love.