Japanese Title: Back On Home Grounds! Planning Away With…The Rocket Gang?!
Translation: Bakku On Hoomu Teinai! Kikaku Sakini Abekku...Sono Roketto-dan?!
By: Pro_V
"I…hate…snow," Yuu-Yuu grumbled and looked at the snowy white stuff that lay before her again, "Can we go back to the Orange Islands now?"
"No," Eevy stated plainly, walking past her and up the ice-covered walk, "We have work to do. I am not resting until Peter Rubeus is sucking prison food twenty-four/seven."
"O…K," Ash shook his head stiffly, "I think I'll go along with this. Uh huh."
"What strange, twisted, warped little plan are you concocting in that loopy little head of yours?" Will ran up beside Eevy and crossed his arms behind his back while walking.
"Oh, don't worry, Will. It'll meet your standards on the strange-o-meter," Eevy laughed and trudged to the front door of Rainbow Mansion, "It may be dangerous, it may not work, but it'll be one hell of a blast!"
"She's lost it," Mizu wilted, "Lost it completely."
"Uh huh," Lisle nodded slowly, "I totally agree."
"Well, I agree with her more than I agree with the two of you," Sooney puffed at them, "This whole Peter fiasco has to end."
"Me too!" Misty suddenly jumped, "I won't leave until he's gone."
"Thank you, girls," Eevy tiptoed along the hall, "Why do I get the strangest feeling I'm being followed?" she looked side to side nervously, seeing a shadow creeping up the wall beside her, "Eee…Eee," she whimpered, "YAH!" she spun around, shrieking crazily.
"Pi!" {Sorry!} Pikachu jumped back shivering, "Pi-pikachu!" {I didn't mean it!} he covered his eyes and shook his head.
"Oh, Pikachu," Eevy sighed and let out a deep breath, "I know you didn't mean it. I'm just paranoid," she picked him up in her right arm and patted his head with her left hand, "Sorry, Pika-pal."
"Pikachu pi. Pika Cha-cha-pi chu chuuu ka," {That's nice. Now I know why Lance likes you so much…} he sighed as she scratched his ears.
"How about you come with me? I hear you like ketchup," she watched his eyes start shining, "Well, I'll get you a whole bottle."
"Pika CHAU!" {Yes! Yes! Ketchup! Yes!} he hopped up on her head and rubbed his cheek in her hair.
"Oh, you like me now, do you?" she snickered, "Hey, Ash. You mind if Pikachu has some ketchup?"
"Doesn't bother me one bit," Ash pulled Misty's bag in the front door.
"OK. See ya'!" she started walking down the hall, "What color? Red, green or purple?"
"Pika?" {Pardon?} Pikachu tilted his eyebrow, then his whole head.
"So you're a classic red Pikachu, huh? I like the purple myself. Vovo likes the green stuff," she put him down on the kitchen table, "Here you go. A whole bottle all for you."
"Pikachuu," {Oh yeah…} Pikachu drooled, his hands on his cheeks as he dreamily stared at the bottle, "Pika-cha pikachu." {I will love you forever, Eevy!}
Eevy stared out the window, speaking out loud, though Pikachu could hardly be classified as listening, "The end's getting closer and closer, Pikachu. It'll be just a few more days before we finish him off. I can feel it in my bones," she shivered and pulled an apple from the basket beside her on the counter, "This feeling, whatever it is, is telling me…This has to work," she crunched down into the apple, eyes narrowing at the cloudless winter sky.
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"How…did she…do that?" Jessie hacked into the hard, grassy ground.
"I don't really want to know," Cassidy spit out a shower of dirt.
"Me neither. No way," Meowth gagged and polished his now dirt-covered charm.
"Where'd we land anyway?" Jen looked around blankly.
"I'm afraid to find out," Domino pulled at her ponytails; a nervous habit.
"Me too," Mondo flicked a bug from his pants, "I don't really care anyway."
"Why not?" Jaz looked him over.
"After what just happened, we can't face The Boss!" Mondo flipped, "We didn't get our money!"
"The Boss will kill us if we go back empty handed again!" James shrieked, "I'm scared to stay and scared to go!"
"Stop your blubbering!" Butch snapped, "Either we go back, or the Cadre Rockets will be on us like dirt on a new pair of boots!"
"Who would you rather face?" Persian brushed at his fur with his paw, "The Cadres or The Boss?"
Team Rocket stared around at each other for a bit, looking blankly at one another. They sighed and slouched, standing up just as an oversized shadow approached. And it wasn't Peter Rubeus.
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"Geez, Pikachu! Slow down!" Eevy watched Pikachu relentlessly drinking the ketchup, "You're going to make yourself sick!"
"Pika…chu," {Nah…Don't worry!} he grinned up at her, mouth covered in tomato paste, and went right back to the bottle again.
"Oh brother," Eevy sighed and shook her head, "What is it with you and ketchup?"
"Pi ka cha," {I dunno.} he paused to shrug at her before he continued yet again.
Something moved outside the window, catching Eevy's attention, "Woah! What was that?" she spun toward the window, her cloak flying with her.
"Pikachu?" {What'd you see?} Pikachu licked his lips and tilted his head to the left, putting up his right ear, "Pikachu pika chu." {I heard something too.}
"You heard it, didn't you?" she watched him nod, grasping the ketchup while hopping onto her shoulder, "At least I know it wasn't just me."
She looked side to side, staring out each window before looking to the next. Something tapped the glass on the window behind her, causing her to spin to see it. Pikachu held tight to her shoulder as she turned, nearly losing his precious ketchup. Eevy sidestepped to the window.
"What the-?" she cut herself off and popped the window, "Hold still. I don't like moving targets," she put out her right arm.
"Wait!" Jen shrieked as Eevy's palm was slammed into her face, "Don't blast us off just yet!"
"Why not? I consider it an honor to blast you into orbit," Eevy grinned with Pikachu snickering on her shoulder.
"Look," Jaz pushed Jen to the side, "Our Boss is thoroughly ticked off," he leaned on the windowsill, "You see, we're short on cash from Rubeus bumping us off."
"And that is supposed to make my eyes water because…?" Eevy impatiently awaited an answer.
"Well, maybe it doesn't, but we could offer some help in exchange for a bit of money," Jaz grinned and James nodded crazily behind him.
"Us?" she pointed to herself as they nodded, "Accept help from…you?" she pointed to them and they nodded again, "And get mixed up with the likes of Team Rocket? I think not!"
She started to slam the window shut and scream for Lance, but the appearance of a shadow behind them and someone catching the window stopped her, "Hold on and hear us out."
She did not recognize that voice or the one after it, "We're being legit just this once, so we might as well work for the cream of the crop."
Her left eyebrow went up, "Pardon?" she gagged as Pikachu looked up to see the face of the one standing in the window as he shoved Jaz back.
Pikachu twitched nervously at the size of the guy standing in the window, "Pika. Pikachu." {Oh my God. He's humungus.}
"Whatever it is you just said, I totally agree," Eevy swallowed as the guy snatched her hand.
"I'm Buson," he shook her hand as hard as he could, "And this is my partner, Bashou."
"Hehe…Hey," Eevy waved hesitantly, noticing the other Rockets steered clear of these two.
"You see, Miss Hikoboshi," Bashou shoved forward, actually quite polite, "Our Boss, Giovanni, is in quite the tight spot at the moment. Either he gets money, or he loses his Gym. The Vir-"
"The Viridian City Gym. I know that. What do you take be for; an ignoramus?" Eevy snapped, figuring that'd get them angry, yet they both stayed calm.
"No, Miss," Buson stepped up, "We take you for a pretty young woman with a strong sense of power."
"Compliments will earn you nothing but the Dragon Master's fist getting to know your jaw bone," Eevy crossed her arms and Pikachu nodded.
"Yes, that may be so, but we would be more than happy to assist you in canceling Master Rubeus' reservations at Le Restaurant De Liberte," Buson grinned wide, "In exchange for a bit of argent."
Eevy put up her eyebrow with a dead blank face, "Me? Pay you?" she started laughing hysterically, causing every single Rocket to facefault, "You must be joking! Why would the Champion Mistress disgrace her name by working with the likes of Team Rocket?!"
"Peter Rubeus is a tough opponent," Bashou crossed his arms, "With Buson's brains and brawn and my criminal-uh-crafting mind," he paused and looked back at the other Rockets, "And these blown light bulbs as back-up, you could get the job done well."
"I have three-dozen people at my aid already. What makes you so special?" Eevy crossed her arms in return and took a defiant pose with Pikachu sitting on her head, causing her to look not quite as threatening.
"We have quite a few resources you wouldn't otherwise have. We have scientists at our beck and call. They could create offensive and defensive weapons unbeatable even by Peter Rubeus," Buson crossed his arms right back again.
"I don't need weapons or shields to beat Peter Rubeus!" she leaned right into Buson's face, snorting, "…And if you're going to…work with me…you'd better learn that."
"PIKACHU?!" {WHAT?!} Pikachu wigged-out on her head, "Pika-pi! Pikachu cha chau! Pika-pika pikachu!" {Ash! Come here quick! She's lost her mind!}
"Calm down, Pikachu!" Eevy pulled him down and stared at him, "Everything will be just fine. If they try anything, they'll have over two-dozen Gym Leaders trailing their every move."
"Pika-pika! Pi pikachu!" {Gimme that stupid thing! Give it here!} Pikachu slapped his paw on Eevy's Poke'Dex, "Shouldn't you consult Master Lance first or something?!"
"Pikachu. Everything will be fine," Eevy turned to face Bashou and the Rockets, "After all. These two handsome young men wouldn't want to get blasted off, now would they?" she let her eyes flash red.
"No, ma'am," Buson shook his head, "We're in this for the money, not the frequent flier miles."
"First of all," Eevy paused as they started piling through the window, "In Rainbow Mansion, we…uh…tend to use the front door when making a presentable entrance."
"Uh…yeah," Pikachu nodded slowly.
"Oh, uh, well," Jessie pulled herself back out of the window, "That would be the best way, wouldn't it?"
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Ash clutched Pikachu as close as he could get him, "Keep your mitts off," he hissed at James.
"Do you think we want to get blasted off, twerp?" Jessie spat, "We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you in the first place. Rest assured, as soon as this is over, we're gone until next we may meet."
"You know," Lance pulled Eevy into the corner of the room, "I do not at all appreciate this."
"Don't worry," she patted his left cheek with her right hand, "Something tells me these guys might actually be helpful. Besides," she put her index finger under his chin, "You wouldn't let anything happen to little old me, would you?" he shook his head slowly, eyes wide open, "I mean, you're so strong and everything…Nothing could get past you."
"Nope," he twittered, "Uh! I mean, thanks."
"What do you say we go out to the porch swing later?" she locked her arm in his.
"What do you say we forget the swing and go down the hall?" she flicked his nose for that.
Bashou rolled his eyes, "Are you two always like this?" he coughed.
"Like I said before; if you work with me, you learn your place. You, my fine, blue-haired friend, are far below Lance and me," Eevy crossed her arms.
"Yes, ma'am," he puffed and slumped back in his chair, crossing his arms.
Yuu-Yuu moved as far away from Team Rocket as she could get, "You leave my Pichu alone!" she partially wailed, clutching Pichu's Poke'Ball.
Skiff backed up beside her, "Make one move toward my Farfetch'd and you'll not live to see tomorrow!"
"Knock it off!" Medira snapped, thoroughly annoyed at the fighting, "Look! If we're going to get rid of Peter, let's do it, and do it now!"
Eevy stepped away a step, "What's up with you all of a sudden?" she cocked her head.
"I just want this whole fiasco to end! I just want him away from here!" her heart snapped, as inside, she knew she was lying.
Jason put his arm around her shoulders, "Calm down, Medira. We'll get everything back to normal."
"Normal?" Butch put up one eyebrow, "You people consider your lives 'normal'?"
"Normal is when you have to actually work for money!" Cassidy stomped to a stand.
"When you have to save for and buy and cook your own food!" Jen spat and stood up next to her.
"When you don't get what you want the second you want it!" Domino shot to her feet, pulling off her cap.
"This isn't normal!" Mondo started turning red, "This is wrong!"
"Normal is when you have to try for things!" Jaz nodded vigorously.
"When you live a normal live, you earn things and feel the real pleasures of doing your job right!" Jessie cracked, "Our life is less than normal when yours is more!"
"Normal is when real people do real work to get real rewards!" James said pointedly with a triumphant laugh.
Everyone in the room frozen. Were those actual human beings' voices coming from the mouths of Team Rocket? They were always so evil and cold-blooded, yet they were actually right. The Elite used to know what that was like…before they became Elite…
"I never knew your lives were like that," Sooney's head fell to the side, "You guys always make yourselves out to be so well off."
"Well..." Jessie looked over at Bashou and Buson, "Those two, on the other hand…They're part of the Cadre Rockets."
"Cadre Rockets?" Misty's head mimicked Sooney's, "What's that?"
"An elite few chosen to command the grunts," Buson crossed his arms and snickered, "Namely; us."
Bashou yawned wide, "If you'll permit us to, we'd like to get to sleep. There's a lot of planning to do tomorrow."
Eevy pondered this for a minute, "I suppose you could stay in the extra rooms on the upper floors."
"WHAT?!" Ash, Misty, Brock, Sooney, Tracey, Yuu-Yuu, Skiff, Will, Luri and basically everyone else shrieked, "But that's where we stay!"
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Mizu laid with her eyes wide open, "I just can't do it. I just can't sleep with those people in the next room."
"Just close your eyes and sleep," Eusine rolled to stuff his face in the pillow on the other bed, "Please, Zumi? We need sleep."
"But I can't sleep!" she sat up in a shot of movement, "I just can't go to sleep knowing those people are even in the same city as me, let alone the same house on the same floor!"
Eusine slumped to a stand and trudged across the room, slamming down in the bed next to her, "Zumi," he said flatly, "Calm down. Team Rocket will not get your Pokemon. Don't worry."
"I can't help it!" she wailed and shrieked, "I don't want to lose my Seel or my Cloyster or my Azumarill or my Psyduck or my Seadra and especially not my Kingler!"
"Stop it!" he accidentally snapped, "You will not lose your Pokemon."
"Promise?" she was bright red and sniffed.
"I promise," he rolled his eyes and stood up, "Now get some sleep."
"Wait!" she caught his arm, "Stay here with me!"
"I am," he said pointedly, "Right over there."
"No! Here," she yanked him back down, "Right here. Please?"
"Uh…" he swallowed as she pulled him to lay down and put her arm around him, "I don't know…"
"So, you'll sleep with a stranger, but not with me?" she asked, half sarcastically/half seriously.
He scowled at that, realizing she was right, "Fine," he partially fumed, "Just get some sleep."
She puffed as he rolled over to face away, "Eusine!" she snapped and pulled him back, "Are you playing dumb or are you really this stupid?!"
"What?" he asked seriously.
Her eye twitched as she growled, "Eusine. Don't be a dope," she pulled him over by his collar.
"Um…Mizu…I really don't think we should be doing this," he pulled away until she forced forward and kissed him.
He started to protest again, but his words were completely stopped. Her hands were at the top of his neck, partially through his hair. His hands slid around her waist and gripped the back of her aqua nightgown as she moved closer, drawing him nearer and nearer. He started to break away, and he made it enough to open his mouth to breathe, but she pushed forward with a deep breath and touched her lips back onto his. His mouth, still being open, was only enticed by her tongue hitting his. She coaxed a bit before his tongue started playing with hers. He squirmed closer and she pushed him back, then crossing her arms around his neck.
"Now…What was it you were saying?" she smirked and wet her bottom lip.
"Never mind," his grip tightened as he pulled her over again, throwing every bit of rejection he had right out the window.
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Eevy slammed down on her bed, "My bed, my bed, my bed!" she shrieked, "Lorelei's place was great, but I missed my bed! All mine and no one else's!"
"So, I guess that leaves me out, huh?" Lance laughed from the doorway.
"You know what I meant," she sat up and glared at him, "What are you gonna do? Just stand there in the doorway?"
"Not necessarily," he sat on the opposite side of the bed and pulled her to lay down, "You know, you really scared me before," she tilted her eyebrow as he squeezed her shoulders, "Back on Mandarin."
"I'm sorry about that. I really am," she looked to her left at him, "I thought you watched me catch the chain."
"Just don't do that to me again," he moved his hand to her elbow and squeezed her harder, "Ever."
"If I ever get caught in that kind of situation again, I'll pull you with me," she snickered at the scowl he acquired, "I'm kidding!"
"Yeah. I know," he took a deep breath, "You're wearing the perfume I got you, aren't you?"
"Yeah," she turned slightly red, "Do ya' like it?"
"Absolutely," he grinned, "Now all my senses have a heyday around you."
She shook her head, "Very funny," she kissed his forehead.
"I thought so," he propped his head up from the side with his right arm, "You know, this whole Team Rocket thing doesn't agree with me."
"I know," she twisted a piece of his hair around her finger and let it spring down between his eyes.
"Stop that," he swiped it back and was starting to scowl before she leaned over.
He fell onto his back as she pushed and kissed him, pulling back and leaving their foreheads touching, "Should I stop that too?"
"No. Do that all you like," he pushed her over.
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James yawned and walked down the hallway, his arms crossed behind his head. He spotted Jessie and stopped dead.
"What are you up to?" he looked over her shoulder.
"Shh," she whispered, "As soon as the twerps fall asleep, Pikachu will be all ours!"
"Ah!" he shrieked, "You can't steal Pikachu! If you do, Bashou and Buson will get blasted off! Do you know what they'd do to us?!"
"Shut up, James!" she smacked him back, "We'll get more money out of selling Pikachu than we will out of the Elite any day. Now come on and help me."
"No way!" he puffed forcefully, "I'm not taking any part in this!" he turned and walked straight down the hall.
"James! James, you get back here right this minute! James!" she stomped her right foot, which usually caused him to obey his orders, but he just kept going, "James!" he found his assigned room and walked right in, completely ignoring her, "I don't believe it."
"Meowth!" James thundered upon walking into his room, "What are you doing?!"
"Heya, Jimbo!" Meowth looked back at him, polishing his charm the whole time, "I'm just polishin' up 'de ol' charm!"
"Yes, that I can see, but that's my bottle cap polish!" he growled and snatched the container away, "AH! You've almost used it up!"
"Sorry, Jimmy, but ma' charm has ta' be extra-'specially shiny if we're workin' with 'de Elite Fou'."
"Why, you no good tabby-cat!" James picked him up by the scruff of the neck and booted him out of the room, "Keep your dirty paws off my Cap Shiner!"
"Geez. What'd I do ta' deserve 'dat one?" Meowth replaced his charm on his forehead and walked down the hall, "Whatchya' up ta', Jess?" he stopped next to Jessie, who was still staring dead-blankly down the hall, "Hey. Are you OK?"
Jessie twitched, "Just fine," she moaned and slowly turned around, trudging down the hall, completely forgetting about Pikachu.
"I 'tink 'dis whole floor's been in 'de high altitude way too long," Meowth tilted his head.
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"I don't want to lose my Pokemon. I don't want to lose my Pokemon. I don't want to lose my Pokemon. I-"
"Lisle! Would ya' shut up?!" Morty shot up and glared across the room at her.
"I don't want to lose my Pokemon. I don't want to lose my Pokemon…"
Morty rolled his eyes and flopped backwards, "It's useless."
"Morty?"
"What?"
"I don't want to lose my Pokemon."
"Damn it, Lisle! You're not going to lose your Pokemon! Get over it!" he rolled over and jammed his face in the pillow, letting out a muffled, "Go to sleep!"
The room remained quiet for a few moments before, "I don't want to lose my Pokemon. I don't want to lose my Pokemon…"
Morty rolled back over and growled, sitting up, "Lisle. Please…Please stop."
The mantra continued. Well…At least she'd laid down. Maybe if she stayed laying down, she'd eventually talk herself to sleep. Heh…Yeah right. He grabbed the pillow and slammed it over his head, muttering nasty comments into the fluffy abyss. He sat there, puffing to the pillow for a few minutes before it was pulled from his head.
"What, Lisle?" he glared at the dirty-blond standing next to him, "Wait. Let me guess. You don't want to lose your Pokemon?"
She nodded slowly and sadly. He pulled the pillow from her, smashed it down on the bed, rolled away, and pulled the blanket up over his shoulder to sleep. He sensed she'd walked away, sighing as he heard her get into bed, and started to drift off. About twenty seconds later, his eyes shot open and he rolled to find her standing there again, fluffing her own pillow before plopping it next to his and laying down next to him. She stared at him as he glared at her, and gave him a pouty face as if to say, "Please don't make me leave." He sighed and gave in, shaking his head and rolling back again. She tapped his shoulder.
"What, Lisle?" he hissed lowly, clutching the pillow to keep from beaning her one.
"I'm sorry," she poked her index fingers together, "But I really don't want to lose my Pokemon."
He looked over his shoulder at her, finding she was sulking there, drooping significantly, "You don't have to be sorry. Just…Stop saying it."
"I will," she smirked and pulled his arm, rolling him back, "How come you're ignoring me?"
"I'm not ignoring you. I'm trying to get some sleep," he explained indignantly.
She pulled some of her hair around and waved the strands at him, "I think you're lying," she teased.
"I am not."
She grinned impishly, "Then prove it," she leaned over, "Prove to me what you proved to Whitney."
"I-I-I…" he started to sit up, to get away, but she managed to distract him enough that she'd grabbed his shirt without him noticing.
She forced him back far enough that he had nowhere to go. He couldn't move away from her kiss. She kissed him lightly at first, encouraging him to share her intentions, then kissed him again. And once again. With each connection of their lips, he loosened more and more. He let himself fall back, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down and over. She pulled back and sat up, but he pulled her down again, this time starting things off and slipping a forceful tongue into her mouth. She wasn't sure exactly how to respond to that at first, but did just as he wanted. She dropped right down to him and tempted him with her own tongue. She rolled away, but he followed, still having his hands on her back.
"Now there's a way to make you stop talking," he stared her in the eyes.
"Mum's the word," she grinned, walking her fingers up his chest and over his shoulder, pulling him down.
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"What was Eevy thinking?" Luri bugged, "Letting Team Rocket stay here…And the whole thing about helping us too. It's just wrong."
"Would you please stop?" Will pulled on the sleeve of her dress.
"Stop it!" she smacked him off, "Go get my Poke'Balls," she ordered, "I want to be able to get to them."
"Go get your own Poke'Balls!" he spat out his tongue, "I'm going to sleep," he rolled and went right to sleep.
"Wake up!" she poked him as hard as she could in the side.
"Ouch! Knock it off!" he crabbed and pushed her back.
"Go get my Poke'Balls then!" she hissed at him.
"Get 'em yourself!" he cracked back.
"You lazy oaf!" she punched his arm.
"That's it!" he snorted, rolling to hold her arms at her sides, "You went and got me mad now."
"Don't you dare!" she growled, trying to wriggle her arms free, "No! No, William!" he kept himself propped up above her, "I'm warning you!"
"Oh, what're you gonna do?" he asked pointedly, cocking an eyebrow and dropping down a bit.
"William Delphi Logos. You had better get off me by the time I count to three or we will never have a family."
"Like you'd really do it," he rolled his eyes, then swallowed, "You wouldn't, would you?"
"Maybe you'll just wait and find out," she jabbed her knee into his stomach and watched his eyes nearly fall from his head, "No. I wouldn't do it," he sighed until she muttered, "Too small a target anyway."
"Why you-!"
"No!" she let out a muffled scream as he dropped down and let his tongue into her mouth, yet she stopped fighting.
"No?" he tipped his head at her.
After swallowing hard, she caught his collar and pulled him down, "Did I say no? I meant yes."
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Medira sat fingering the hem of the sheets, "What am I going to do? Am I going to help them or leave them to do it alone? I can't just turn my back on my friends, but I can't turn away from Peter either."
"It's all right, Medira," Jason put his right hand through her hair, "You'll do just as you're meant to, just like we do and always will."
"Are you sure about that, Jason?" she looked at him with whimpering eyes, "Are you sure that's what will happen? Can you ever be totally sure?"
"No," he answered truthfully, "No one can ever be totally sure about anything."
"Then why do you always listen to the Beasts?" she partially snapped and turned to her right to put her feet on the floor.
"Because I trust the Beasts. Just like I know you do," he moved up behind her and put his arms around her shoulders, "They brought us together, Medira. Please don't tell me you're backing away from them."
"No. I'm not. But what happens if they are wrong? What would you do?" she fidgeted with her hands in her lap.
"I don't know what I'd do, just like you don't know what you'll do," he rested his chin on her right shoulder, "They are right, Medira. You have to trust them. The more trust you put in them, the more accurate their predictions will be."
"I trust them," she nodded, "Really I do, but…I just don't know anymore. With this whole Team Rocket thing and the fact we're actually going after Peter…I just don't know."
"That's what you're worried about?" his heart twisted in knots, "If you really, truly, honestly think you'd rather be with him, say so."
Her stomach started winding around itself, "No. I don't. I really love you, Jason. What Peter was…Was just a lust for fire."
He gave her a wicked grin, "I can give you fire. Not that kind, but…"
"Don't do it," she glared at him out of the corner of her eyes.
"Too late!" he fell backwards, pulling her with him from behind, "Gotcha now!"
"Can we skip the runaround tonight?" she caused him to pout before she continued, "Let's just get right to it," his smirk spread right across his face.
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"So…You're planning something with the Rockets, angel-girl?" Peter snorted, "Just you wait and see what happens when you try and put your 'plan' into motion. Peter Rubeus has just as clever a mind as you do. I'm watching and waiting and soon I'll have what, and who, I want," he crossed his arms and looked down, eyes closed, "The end is getting nearer, as a matter of fact. Whatever I'm feeling, I know angel-girl is too. The finish draws closer…And I am prepared."
The Next Chronicle:
Gaining Ground
Notes
I told you I was going to use Team Rocket more. And here's to hoping I got all the font change mistakes out of it...That's really all I have to say. That and I have a lot of work to do to, so onward!
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