Jessie and James have been married for five years. They've run Team Rocket together during this time. They have it all-but Jessie wants more. Find out what happens in the second installment of my JAJRN, "Moving Forward".
Moving Forward by Tap M.
[Authors' Notes in Brackets]
Five years ago, Jessie and James Fauntleroy married and became the heads of the evil organization Team Rocket. Their move to the front office kept them from doing field work, which in Team Rocket meant actively stealing Pokemon and committing other heinous acts with Pokemon. But they were never too busy to chase Ash Ketchum's best friend, Pikachu. Even though they were rich and had a great amount of power, they craved that Pikachu. But, as Jessie said, "Business before pleasure, James."
James was asleep in a large leather chair in his office. "JAMES," Jessie shouted from the doorway.
He jumped a mile. "Wha-? Oh, hello, darling," he said, trying to conceal that he was sleeping.
"Were you asleep again," she raged.
Uh-oh, she's really pissed, James thought. Her face is red and her nostrils are flared. Hehe, it's kinda sexy . . .
"Well?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Um, well, ya know, sleep is kind of a strange thing," he began.
She threw her hands in the air. "Never mind. Look, get yourself in gear," she ordered. "We've got a dinner meeting with some executives from the American branch of Team Rocket tonight."
His brow furrowed. "There's an American branch of the Team," he asked.
"Unbelievable," she yelled. "You're telling me you don't remember that merger? The largest sum of money in any business deal in history was exchanged in that deal. We bought the Los Angeles Dodgers, all their farm teams and forced them into servitude under Team Rocket. We paid Rupert Murdoch quite a bit of money for this." [To all you Dodger fans, I apologize, but I hate the Dodgers. Always have, and always will] She slammed the door.
James sighed and stood up. There was a pile of Post-Its on his desk next to a day-old cup of coffee. The lights were off, but the blinds were open. The sun was setting. It cast an orange glow in the room. "I'd better get home before she yells at me about being late."
They got ready for the dinner in silence, and traveled to Chez Giovanni [Yep, that Giovanni]. They checked their coats and sat at a small table with Kerri Lucas, the CEO of Team Rocket America, and her husband Sean. They ordered a round of drinks, all except Kerri. "No thank you," she told the garcon. "Just some water please."
"Why no drink tonight," James asked, sipping his gin and tonic.
"I'm pregnant," she said, beaming. Sean grinned.
"Oh?" Jessie raised an eyebrow. "How will that affect the Team?"
"It won't," she said confidently. "Our oldest is six now, and all I had to do was take the last trimester off from my previous job. The pregnancy and maternity stuff didn't keep me from doing my job, except for the labor and first few months after birth. In fact," she said, setting her glass down. "I worked from home until the day I gave birth."
They chattered about business and money and Team Rocket the rest of the evening, but Jessie's mind kept wandering to the subject of children. Did she want them? Yes, of course I'd love to have a child, she thought. Would James? She looked at him. He was laughing at something Sean had said. He'd do anything I told him to. She smiled. It was nice to have such a spineless husband. How would it affect her duties with the Team.?
She tried to focus on work in the following weeks, but she found herself thinking instead about a baby. She was at her desk, on the phone with her graphic designer, who was telling her the website was down. "Don't fill my ears with all that technology junk," she yelled into the receiver. "I want it fixed. Now!" She slammed the receiver down. She picked up her handbag and told her secretary, "I'm going out for a while. Hold my calls," as she passed. She walked in downtown Viridian City, past businesses and restaurants. She saw many mothers with their children. The women were so happy to be with their children. And she could tell the kids felt the same way about the parents. She passed a tall building with many windows. She stopped and looked at herself in one of them. A beautiful, sexy, slender young woman faced her. Her hair was long, rich and red, and her waist was trim. I'd lose all this if I had a baby, she said to herself. She stared at a pink-faced baby in a stroller on the street, pushed by its mother. She put her head down, and crossed the street.
James stayed at Team Rocket Headquarters long after quitting time, waiting for his wife. "Where is she," he asked, checking his watch. "It's almost seven!" The phone rang. "Hello, James Fauntleroy."
"Hi, James, it's me." Jessie's voice came through the receiver.
"Jessie! Where are you?"
"Home. I had to take a walk today. Come home now, please."
"Sure. Be there in a few."
James drove his fire red Ferrari home to their lush house outside the city. He parked in the garage. Jessie sat at the table in the dining room, waiting for him. Their cook, Nina, had already served dinner. James hung up his sport coat and took his seat at the table next to Jessie. He dug his fork into the clump of food on his plate. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "James, I want a baby," Jessie said suddenly.
He dropped his fork. It clattered loudly against the china. "You want what," he asked.
"A baby." She looked at him, her face serious.
James looked at his wife. She'd never been interested in anything like that. She was all business, all the time. Now, all of a sudden, it seemed like all had changed. He was looking at a completely different woman now. But I guess she really wants this, he thought. "Okay, let's do it," he said.
"Really? Oh, James, thank you." She threw her arms around him. "You don't know how much this means to me."
He suddenly jumped out of his chair and lifted her into his arms. "You don't know how much this means to me," he said, winking. They hurried upstairs.
Moving Forward by Tap M.
[Authors' Notes in Brackets]
Five years ago, Jessie and James Fauntleroy married and became the heads of the evil organization Team Rocket. Their move to the front office kept them from doing field work, which in Team Rocket meant actively stealing Pokemon and committing other heinous acts with Pokemon. But they were never too busy to chase Ash Ketchum's best friend, Pikachu. Even though they were rich and had a great amount of power, they craved that Pikachu. But, as Jessie said, "Business before pleasure, James."
James was asleep in a large leather chair in his office. "JAMES," Jessie shouted from the doorway.
He jumped a mile. "Wha-? Oh, hello, darling," he said, trying to conceal that he was sleeping.
"Were you asleep again," she raged.
Uh-oh, she's really pissed, James thought. Her face is red and her nostrils are flared. Hehe, it's kinda sexy . . .
"Well?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Um, well, ya know, sleep is kind of a strange thing," he began.
She threw her hands in the air. "Never mind. Look, get yourself in gear," she ordered. "We've got a dinner meeting with some executives from the American branch of Team Rocket tonight."
His brow furrowed. "There's an American branch of the Team," he asked.
"Unbelievable," she yelled. "You're telling me you don't remember that merger? The largest sum of money in any business deal in history was exchanged in that deal. We bought the Los Angeles Dodgers, all their farm teams and forced them into servitude under Team Rocket. We paid Rupert Murdoch quite a bit of money for this." [To all you Dodger fans, I apologize, but I hate the Dodgers. Always have, and always will] She slammed the door.
James sighed and stood up. There was a pile of Post-Its on his desk next to a day-old cup of coffee. The lights were off, but the blinds were open. The sun was setting. It cast an orange glow in the room. "I'd better get home before she yells at me about being late."
They got ready for the dinner in silence, and traveled to Chez Giovanni [Yep, that Giovanni]. They checked their coats and sat at a small table with Kerri Lucas, the CEO of Team Rocket America, and her husband Sean. They ordered a round of drinks, all except Kerri. "No thank you," she told the garcon. "Just some water please."
"Why no drink tonight," James asked, sipping his gin and tonic.
"I'm pregnant," she said, beaming. Sean grinned.
"Oh?" Jessie raised an eyebrow. "How will that affect the Team?"
"It won't," she said confidently. "Our oldest is six now, and all I had to do was take the last trimester off from my previous job. The pregnancy and maternity stuff didn't keep me from doing my job, except for the labor and first few months after birth. In fact," she said, setting her glass down. "I worked from home until the day I gave birth."
They chattered about business and money and Team Rocket the rest of the evening, but Jessie's mind kept wandering to the subject of children. Did she want them? Yes, of course I'd love to have a child, she thought. Would James? She looked at him. He was laughing at something Sean had said. He'd do anything I told him to. She smiled. It was nice to have such a spineless husband. How would it affect her duties with the Team.?
She tried to focus on work in the following weeks, but she found herself thinking instead about a baby. She was at her desk, on the phone with her graphic designer, who was telling her the website was down. "Don't fill my ears with all that technology junk," she yelled into the receiver. "I want it fixed. Now!" She slammed the receiver down. She picked up her handbag and told her secretary, "I'm going out for a while. Hold my calls," as she passed. She walked in downtown Viridian City, past businesses and restaurants. She saw many mothers with their children. The women were so happy to be with their children. And she could tell the kids felt the same way about the parents. She passed a tall building with many windows. She stopped and looked at herself in one of them. A beautiful, sexy, slender young woman faced her. Her hair was long, rich and red, and her waist was trim. I'd lose all this if I had a baby, she said to herself. She stared at a pink-faced baby in a stroller on the street, pushed by its mother. She put her head down, and crossed the street.
James stayed at Team Rocket Headquarters long after quitting time, waiting for his wife. "Where is she," he asked, checking his watch. "It's almost seven!" The phone rang. "Hello, James Fauntleroy."
"Hi, James, it's me." Jessie's voice came through the receiver.
"Jessie! Where are you?"
"Home. I had to take a walk today. Come home now, please."
"Sure. Be there in a few."
James drove his fire red Ferrari home to their lush house outside the city. He parked in the garage. Jessie sat at the table in the dining room, waiting for him. Their cook, Nina, had already served dinner. James hung up his sport coat and took his seat at the table next to Jessie. He dug his fork into the clump of food on his plate. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "James, I want a baby," Jessie said suddenly.
He dropped his fork. It clattered loudly against the china. "You want what," he asked.
"A baby." She looked at him, her face serious.
James looked at his wife. She'd never been interested in anything like that. She was all business, all the time. Now, all of a sudden, it seemed like all had changed. He was looking at a completely different woman now. But I guess she really wants this, he thought. "Okay, let's do it," he said.
"Really? Oh, James, thank you." She threw her arms around him. "You don't know how much this means to me."
He suddenly jumped out of his chair and lifted her into his arms. "You don't know how much this means to me," he said, winking. They hurried upstairs.