Separation - Part Three
Author's Notes: Well...here's part three. But when I was looking over Part Two, I noticed that the italics weren't showing up. Grr! So, I had to be creative ( :: ... :: o.O!?) and make up a legend! How much fun we shall have! -_- Anywho:
'...' is when someone is talking to themselves mentally
*...* is when that little voice is talking
and, of course, "..." is when someone is talking! ::Gasp!:: I never knew...well, like they always say, "You learn something new ever day!" (And it's SO true! O.O!)
I hope you enjoy, and please, please, please, review! ^_^ Thanks!
Disclaimer: You know the rights...yadda yadda yadda... ::sigh::
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She casually opened her eyes and immediately looked at the clock. At looking at the time, she was up at once. She put her Team Rocket jacket, for she had slept in her black shirt and skirt the night before. She silently left the room, closing the door behind her softly after she made sure James was still sleeping. No one paid heed to her as she walked calmly out of the hotel, as if it was always normal for her to walk around in the dead of night. When she opened the door to the outside, however, she began to run.
Cold air bit at her exposing skin as she raced out of the city and into the dark forest. No sound came from the usual full-of-life trees, as if they had a sense of what was to come. No stars illuminated the sky, and only the rare blue moon shinned above. She tripped over a stick and cut her ankle, but continued running through the dark, as if she hadn't felt it at all. She didn't know where she was going, but knew she had to get there, or else it would be too late.
Her pace quickened at that thought. Almost there, almost there, almost there, she chanted in her head over and over again. Her heart accelerated and her feet raced. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. A large, looming animal leaped out at her, and before she could dodge it, it leaped at her and...
She sat straight up in the bed, with sweat on her brow. Her heart raced as it had in the dream she had just had for the third time in so many days. She rubbed her eyes as if to erase the picture from her mind, and it slowly began to disappear. Over time, her breathing gradually ceased and she put her hand down. Not bothering by looking at the clock, she got up slowly, so as not to disrupt the still sleeping James, and went into the bathroom. Thanking James that he could sleep through anything, she turned on the shower. 'This seems familiar,' she thought sarcastically as she stepped inside the shower.
She leaned against the cold wall. She didn't understand what these stupid dreams were supposed to mean, or even why she was having them. 'Oh, well,' she thought, 'no use being bothered by them. After all, they're just stupid dreams. Dreams don't come true.' She ignored the fact that this time her dream was more real than it had been than last night's, or even the night before that.
She turned off the water and dressed in the three-day old clothes. When she stepped back into the room, James was just opening the tops to the breakfast dishes. He smiled at her when opened the door. "Hi. I already ordered breakfast, if you don't mind."
She smiled back, "Thanks." She sat down and started eating silently. James sat across from her, also silent. Whereas Jessie had nothing on her mind, now that she had decided that the meaningless dreams she had been having were of no worries for her, James kept looking up at her, ready for her to say something, or anything for that matter. He had hoped that she would have been 'back to normal' two days ago, but she still seemed withdrawn. He sighed. She had to be sick, even if he didn't know what kind of sickness it was. She hadn't yelled at him, or hardly even spoken. She had been nicer too. When she did speak, she spoke quietly, and it had always been a comment, or something of the like. Not to add that she would wake up as if she had just woken from the dead, and her breath suffocating her. He also noted that she would wake up earlier and earlier each day. Yesterday, it was at seven. Today, it was six twenty. His brows frowned in confusion. Either something was wrong with her, or his name was George Brooks, which it wasn't.
By the time they left the hotel building in search for once again for their lost friend, it was eleven. They had searched the town for over a hundred times, or so it seemed to James. Obviously, he wasn't here. Numerously, he had suggested to Jessie that they look in the forest, since that was where they had found themselves when they first landed. Every time he did, though, she would get this sudden fear in the back of her eyes and say that "No, I think that he's inside the city" or "Like Meowth would stay in there?" He would just sigh and continue looking around. By three, James was tired of this stupid city. He didn't like it when they first came here, and that certainly hadn't changed.
"Jessie," he finally whined. "This is stupid. Meowth isn't here, and he isn't there. He's not in this city, and he probably won't ever be. He's in some other place, like another town, waiting for us!" After a couple of seconds of silence, she responded him with a yet again silent comment, "Don't be silly, James. This city is the only place around for miles."
He blinked at her vocabulary. "Don't be silly...? And that's another thing," he said, starting to get annoyed with her. "What's up with you? You've been acting weird lately." His brows frowned in confusion at the memories of her behavior.
Jessie looked at him in confusion as well. "What do you mean, weird? I'm acting just like I always do; logical."
He folded his arms across his chest, and said in a mater-of-fact voice, "You're not yelling. Since when do you get angry and not yell?" In an afterthought, he added, "When do you never yell?"
She put her hands on her hips, as if to make herself more dominating, "I am too yelling!"
He looked at her in shock. She was barely talking loud. Certainly not enough to draw attention to herself. He sighed and shook his head, whispering, "Jessie...what's wrong with you?"
Jessie was silent as they continued to stare at each other. Was she really not yelling? Oh course she was! She always yelled! It would be a totally un-Jessie like thing to do! *Would he lie to you, especially about your tantrums?* her voice questioned. 'I do not have tantrums!' she yelled back. *So what are you doing now?* 'Making a statement!' *It seems to me that you're having a tantrum, and that James seems very worried about you.* For what it seemed for the first time since she had met him, Jessie actually looked at him. How come she had never noticed how green his eyes were, like the leaves of a flower? Or that it always seemed that they were filled with emotions; emotions that she could name, and some she could not? One of the few that she could name, however, was fear. He was afraid of...what? Of himself? Of him dying at any moment due to their very low-paid jobs? For...her? The voice in her head snickered, *See? You never notice these things! I can't believe that that I'm your annoying little voice!*
She felt tears at the back of her eyes and a lump at the beginning of her throat. She swallowed the lump and blinked back the tears immediately. How could she be crying? She never cried! Especially when it came to other people! That was so...sympathetic! *And how can you be sympathetic to yourself?* it said sarcastically. 'Who said that I was being sympathetic to me?' she snapped back. *Then who else would you be? Certainly not James,* it said once again sarcastically. She mentally growled, 'I do not love him!' It snickered again. *And who said anything about loving him?* She felt her face drain of its energy and color. 'But...I...' *Ha! Caught in your own trap, eh? If voices could grin triumphantly, her voice would be.
James took a step closer to her as he called her name for the fifth time. And for the fifth time, she didn't respond. It was like her soul had left her body, and it stood there, waiting for her, still in its confused
and startled state. Distressed, he placed his hand on her shoulder. As he did so, she let out a startled cream and jumped back. In alarm, he too jumped back.
Her heart thumping from more than just being surprised into reality, she through her hand to her mouth from screaming. "Don't do that!" She 'humphed' and walked away.
By this time, James was ready to start panicking. But being the reasonable guy that he was, he took a breath instead. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but he definitely knew something was up. He only shook his head and walked slowly after her.
It was dinner again, and, just like every other dinner they had shared for the past few days, they were silent. They had only been sitting there for about twenty minutes when he slammed his cup on the table.
Yet again, she was startled into reality. "What's wrong?"
"You! I don't care what you say, but something is wrong with you, and I want to know what it is, right now." In attempt to make himself more commanding, he folded his arms across his chest. Jessie only shook her head and sighed. She stood up and wiped her suddenly sweaty hands on her pants.
"I think that I'm going to go for a walk." She started for the door, but a hand jerked her from reaching her destination. Her eyes widened in shock when she stared up into James's own determined eyes. How was it that just last week he had been forceless and yielding to her wishes, when he now seemed so much more dominant?
As she gazed up into his imposing green eyes with silent amazement, ready to ask him what he was doing, stopping her from her long wanted walk, but his next actions stilled her. He had drawn her close to him, slipping one arm behind her back with his other hand to her neck and leaned towards her, and carefully brought his lips to hers. Jessie stiffened in shock at his sudden action, but for only a moment, before she found herself being taken up by the enduring sensation of his kiss. He kissed her long and deep, as well as bringing forth long hidden desires and needs from her. As he finally lifted his lips from hers, something twisted from inside, and out into the now seemingly warm air. With dazed, clouded, eyes, and deeply flushed cheeks, she realized just how much she had loved him, how long she had loved him, and how stupid she was for not noticing it now.
His own shinning eyes bore down into hers, as if wandering through her soul, looking for something that he so desperately needed to know and hear. She felt her cheeks redden, even though she knew not it that came to be. She opened her mouth to tell him what she had tried to ignore, but a loud banging on the wooden door brought them both down from their private cloud in a sparkling sky full of unknown wonders that they had yet to learn, back down to earth, and into reality.
A booming voiced echoed through the room, "Open this damn door now!" The two just stared confusingly at the other, still wrapped together, as the man continued to bellow. "Open the fuckin' door! Or I'll break it down!" They slowly slipped out of the other's arms while James, still in shock, went to open the door, not quite drilling in that the man behind the door was furious. Jessie's legs began to buckle beneath her and she sat upon the bed in amazement. She slowly brought her shaking fingers to her lips as she stared off in the distance. However, when he opened the door, James eyes widened in shock and horror.
To be continued...
Author's Notes: What did you guys think? Too wordy? Too stupid? Too...whatever? PLEASE tell me what you guys think! Yeah... ::sighs:: it was short...again... Thanks for reading! ^o^ ^_^ Tee hee!
Author's Notes: Well...here's part three. But when I was looking over Part Two, I noticed that the italics weren't showing up. Grr! So, I had to be creative ( :: ... :: o.O!?) and make up a legend! How much fun we shall have! -_- Anywho:
'...' is when someone is talking to themselves mentally
*...* is when that little voice is talking
and, of course, "..." is when someone is talking! ::Gasp!:: I never knew...well, like they always say, "You learn something new ever day!" (And it's SO true! O.O!)
I hope you enjoy, and please, please, please, review! ^_^ Thanks!
Disclaimer: You know the rights...yadda yadda yadda... ::sigh::
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She casually opened her eyes and immediately looked at the clock. At looking at the time, she was up at once. She put her Team Rocket jacket, for she had slept in her black shirt and skirt the night before. She silently left the room, closing the door behind her softly after she made sure James was still sleeping. No one paid heed to her as she walked calmly out of the hotel, as if it was always normal for her to walk around in the dead of night. When she opened the door to the outside, however, she began to run.
Cold air bit at her exposing skin as she raced out of the city and into the dark forest. No sound came from the usual full-of-life trees, as if they had a sense of what was to come. No stars illuminated the sky, and only the rare blue moon shinned above. She tripped over a stick and cut her ankle, but continued running through the dark, as if she hadn't felt it at all. She didn't know where she was going, but knew she had to get there, or else it would be too late.
Her pace quickened at that thought. Almost there, almost there, almost there, she chanted in her head over and over again. Her heart accelerated and her feet raced. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. A large, looming animal leaped out at her, and before she could dodge it, it leaped at her and...
She sat straight up in the bed, with sweat on her brow. Her heart raced as it had in the dream she had just had for the third time in so many days. She rubbed her eyes as if to erase the picture from her mind, and it slowly began to disappear. Over time, her breathing gradually ceased and she put her hand down. Not bothering by looking at the clock, she got up slowly, so as not to disrupt the still sleeping James, and went into the bathroom. Thanking James that he could sleep through anything, she turned on the shower. 'This seems familiar,' she thought sarcastically as she stepped inside the shower.
She leaned against the cold wall. She didn't understand what these stupid dreams were supposed to mean, or even why she was having them. 'Oh, well,' she thought, 'no use being bothered by them. After all, they're just stupid dreams. Dreams don't come true.' She ignored the fact that this time her dream was more real than it had been than last night's, or even the night before that.
She turned off the water and dressed in the three-day old clothes. When she stepped back into the room, James was just opening the tops to the breakfast dishes. He smiled at her when opened the door. "Hi. I already ordered breakfast, if you don't mind."
She smiled back, "Thanks." She sat down and started eating silently. James sat across from her, also silent. Whereas Jessie had nothing on her mind, now that she had decided that the meaningless dreams she had been having were of no worries for her, James kept looking up at her, ready for her to say something, or anything for that matter. He had hoped that she would have been 'back to normal' two days ago, but she still seemed withdrawn. He sighed. She had to be sick, even if he didn't know what kind of sickness it was. She hadn't yelled at him, or hardly even spoken. She had been nicer too. When she did speak, she spoke quietly, and it had always been a comment, or something of the like. Not to add that she would wake up as if she had just woken from the dead, and her breath suffocating her. He also noted that she would wake up earlier and earlier each day. Yesterday, it was at seven. Today, it was six twenty. His brows frowned in confusion. Either something was wrong with her, or his name was George Brooks, which it wasn't.
By the time they left the hotel building in search for once again for their lost friend, it was eleven. They had searched the town for over a hundred times, or so it seemed to James. Obviously, he wasn't here. Numerously, he had suggested to Jessie that they look in the forest, since that was where they had found themselves when they first landed. Every time he did, though, she would get this sudden fear in the back of her eyes and say that "No, I think that he's inside the city" or "Like Meowth would stay in there?" He would just sigh and continue looking around. By three, James was tired of this stupid city. He didn't like it when they first came here, and that certainly hadn't changed.
"Jessie," he finally whined. "This is stupid. Meowth isn't here, and he isn't there. He's not in this city, and he probably won't ever be. He's in some other place, like another town, waiting for us!" After a couple of seconds of silence, she responded him with a yet again silent comment, "Don't be silly, James. This city is the only place around for miles."
He blinked at her vocabulary. "Don't be silly...? And that's another thing," he said, starting to get annoyed with her. "What's up with you? You've been acting weird lately." His brows frowned in confusion at the memories of her behavior.
Jessie looked at him in confusion as well. "What do you mean, weird? I'm acting just like I always do; logical."
He folded his arms across his chest, and said in a mater-of-fact voice, "You're not yelling. Since when do you get angry and not yell?" In an afterthought, he added, "When do you never yell?"
She put her hands on her hips, as if to make herself more dominating, "I am too yelling!"
He looked at her in shock. She was barely talking loud. Certainly not enough to draw attention to herself. He sighed and shook his head, whispering, "Jessie...what's wrong with you?"
Jessie was silent as they continued to stare at each other. Was she really not yelling? Oh course she was! She always yelled! It would be a totally un-Jessie like thing to do! *Would he lie to you, especially about your tantrums?* her voice questioned. 'I do not have tantrums!' she yelled back. *So what are you doing now?* 'Making a statement!' *It seems to me that you're having a tantrum, and that James seems very worried about you.* For what it seemed for the first time since she had met him, Jessie actually looked at him. How come she had never noticed how green his eyes were, like the leaves of a flower? Or that it always seemed that they were filled with emotions; emotions that she could name, and some she could not? One of the few that she could name, however, was fear. He was afraid of...what? Of himself? Of him dying at any moment due to their very low-paid jobs? For...her? The voice in her head snickered, *See? You never notice these things! I can't believe that that I'm your annoying little voice!*
She felt tears at the back of her eyes and a lump at the beginning of her throat. She swallowed the lump and blinked back the tears immediately. How could she be crying? She never cried! Especially when it came to other people! That was so...sympathetic! *And how can you be sympathetic to yourself?* it said sarcastically. 'Who said that I was being sympathetic to me?' she snapped back. *Then who else would you be? Certainly not James,* it said once again sarcastically. She mentally growled, 'I do not love him!' It snickered again. *And who said anything about loving him?* She felt her face drain of its energy and color. 'But...I...' *Ha! Caught in your own trap, eh? If voices could grin triumphantly, her voice would be.
James took a step closer to her as he called her name for the fifth time. And for the fifth time, she didn't respond. It was like her soul had left her body, and it stood there, waiting for her, still in its confused
and startled state. Distressed, he placed his hand on her shoulder. As he did so, she let out a startled cream and jumped back. In alarm, he too jumped back.
Her heart thumping from more than just being surprised into reality, she through her hand to her mouth from screaming. "Don't do that!" She 'humphed' and walked away.
By this time, James was ready to start panicking. But being the reasonable guy that he was, he took a breath instead. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but he definitely knew something was up. He only shook his head and walked slowly after her.
It was dinner again, and, just like every other dinner they had shared for the past few days, they were silent. They had only been sitting there for about twenty minutes when he slammed his cup on the table.
Yet again, she was startled into reality. "What's wrong?"
"You! I don't care what you say, but something is wrong with you, and I want to know what it is, right now." In attempt to make himself more commanding, he folded his arms across his chest. Jessie only shook her head and sighed. She stood up and wiped her suddenly sweaty hands on her pants.
"I think that I'm going to go for a walk." She started for the door, but a hand jerked her from reaching her destination. Her eyes widened in shock when she stared up into James's own determined eyes. How was it that just last week he had been forceless and yielding to her wishes, when he now seemed so much more dominant?
As she gazed up into his imposing green eyes with silent amazement, ready to ask him what he was doing, stopping her from her long wanted walk, but his next actions stilled her. He had drawn her close to him, slipping one arm behind her back with his other hand to her neck and leaned towards her, and carefully brought his lips to hers. Jessie stiffened in shock at his sudden action, but for only a moment, before she found herself being taken up by the enduring sensation of his kiss. He kissed her long and deep, as well as bringing forth long hidden desires and needs from her. As he finally lifted his lips from hers, something twisted from inside, and out into the now seemingly warm air. With dazed, clouded, eyes, and deeply flushed cheeks, she realized just how much she had loved him, how long she had loved him, and how stupid she was for not noticing it now.
His own shinning eyes bore down into hers, as if wandering through her soul, looking for something that he so desperately needed to know and hear. She felt her cheeks redden, even though she knew not it that came to be. She opened her mouth to tell him what she had tried to ignore, but a loud banging on the wooden door brought them both down from their private cloud in a sparkling sky full of unknown wonders that they had yet to learn, back down to earth, and into reality.
A booming voiced echoed through the room, "Open this damn door now!" The two just stared confusingly at the other, still wrapped together, as the man continued to bellow. "Open the fuckin' door! Or I'll break it down!" They slowly slipped out of the other's arms while James, still in shock, went to open the door, not quite drilling in that the man behind the door was furious. Jessie's legs began to buckle beneath her and she sat upon the bed in amazement. She slowly brought her shaking fingers to her lips as she stared off in the distance. However, when he opened the door, James eyes widened in shock and horror.
To be continued...
Author's Notes: What did you guys think? Too wordy? Too stupid? Too...whatever? PLEASE tell me what you guys think! Yeah... ::sighs:: it was short...again... Thanks for reading! ^o^ ^_^ Tee hee!