Author's Note: One new person, Rita X. Dragon, has reviewed. I thank all of you who have. By the way, James' past is probably going to be the only one that follows the TV show timeline somewhat.

Celebi giggled at James' reaction. "On the contrary James, this is going to be very fun!" The bubble zoomed foreword. James was about five. He was just about to walk down the stairs to a party that his parents were throwing when his father stopped him.

"James, tonight will be one of the biggest nights of your life. This night will shape your future in more ways than you can imagine," His father explained to him. James looked at him questioningly. "Never mind that part now, James. Just go out there and make us proud!" His father nearly pushed him down the stairs. The whole room stopped and looked at James as he entered. His mother, who was on the opposite side of the room, glowed with pride. No one was sure of what to do next, until James' father called, "Let's have some music!" A happy, quick waltz played. A girl with a long, crimson hair approached James.

"Will you dance with me?" Her southern accent stood out against the music.

James, who was obviously nervous, replied, "Okay, I guess…" She practically dragged him out to the dance floor. "So what's your name?"

"My name's Jezebel Halaway, soon to be your wife," she chirped. James looked at her as if she had feet growing out of her head.

"What are you talking about, we're not getting married!" James replied.

"Oh, I see you haven't heard. We are getting married. This is a party for our engagement," she answered.

"We don't even know each other! And aren't arranged marriages part of the past?" James asked.

"Not to your family. Your parents have chosen me because they feel I can turn you into a proper gentleman. However, I can see that Oddish and I will have a lot of work to do." They had moved off of the dance floor and to the side. "Go Oddish, meet my fiancée!" She threw a pokeball. A cute, blue plant popped out. "Oh, and by the way, your parents have given me permission to have Oddish attach you should you defy me."

"You're nuts! Growlie, where are you?" James called. Soon enough, his dog came rushing in to help him. Knocking over every table, Growlie made his way to James. People went ballistic and pandemonium broke loose.

"What on earth is that dog doing in here?" screamed James' mother.

"Why didn't you tell me you were setting me up with her?" James pointed to Jezebel as she spoke.

"Because we knew you'd ruin the party somehow if we told you. But seeing as you've done that anyways, our plans didn't really work." James' mother answered angrily.

"I don't want to marry her!" James screeched.

"It doesn't matter. You will marry her anyways. We want our family line to be pure!" James' father yelled back.

"I don't care!" James screamed. "Growlie, destroy the place with your flamethrower!" The fire dog did as he was told. The scene ended.

'Gosh, James must really hate that woman. He destroyed part of his house because of her,' thought Misty. The bubble continued its journey. They saw James when he was about eight. He was seated in a chair. His parents were sitting next to each other directly across from him.

"James, it's time for you to face the music," his mother began. "We all have been trying to turn you into a proper gentleman, but you have been ignorant to our teachings. You have two choices. You can either submit to our ways or be sent off to a pokemon boarding school. Which do you choose?"

"I choose the boarding school," replied James. As an afterthought, he added quietly, "Anything to get away from you people."

"We thought you would choose that option. Butler, see to it that James' things are all packed and ready to go by tomorrow," James' father instructed. "Perhaps by the time you're out of school you will be tamed enough for us to make you proper." They all stood up to leave.

"I doubt that," muttered James. No one seemed to hear him. He quietly headed off to his room. "I won't miss anyone here on this plantation. I hope I'll find some friends at school," He told himself. The scene disappeared.

'James' parents are pretty harsh,' thought May. The bubble continued advancing. James was about eleven in this memory. He was at Pokemon Tech, wandering the courtyard. A group of big and tall guys approached him. James gulped. The biggest one pushed him into a tree.

"Poor Jimmy, wandering the courtyard alone. 3 years in this place and the only friend you have is a tomboy! You're a stinking fairy!" All of the guys laughed.

"I'm not a fairy!" James squeaked. He wriggled out of the boy's grasp and ran away.

"Flutter, little fairy, fly!" they called after him. He ignored them and kept running. Out of breath, he plopped down on a seemingly abandoned basketball court.

"You know James, they're never going to leave you alone until you beat them up," a voice told him.

"Jessie, get down from on top of the roof," he replied. She was perched on the one-story building's roof, her legs dangling over the side. She listened to him and gracefully hopped down.

"I can teach you how to be tough," she offered.

"Alright then, show me," he agreed.

"All you do is shove them back and insult them," Jessie replied.

"Jessie, they're way bigger than me!" He cried.

"It doesn't matter; all you have to do is scare them off. Besides, I've got your back," Jessie winked at him.

"Well, look who it is! It's the fairy and his little fairy friend," the leader of the group said. They had followed James to the court.

"Back off, asshole!" James yelled at him. The guys looked a little scared.

"Since when did you get tough?" The leader thrust his hand out and choked James as he spoke. James put up his own hand and threw him off. "God, I'm sorry! Have a cow…" The bullies ran off. Jessie giggled.

"See how easy that was? People are idiots," Jessie stated. James nodded and smiled sweetly at her. The scene ended.

"You guys have been friends for a really long time," Brock commented. Jessie and James nodded.

"We can sort of," began Jessie.

"Read each other's minds by now," James finished. Brock chuckled. The bubble kept zooming ahead. They saw James when he was about fifteen. He, Jessie, and Meowth were walking towards his mansion.

"Are you sure you want to go in there alone?" asked Jessie. She looked very concerned for him.

"Yes, they'd murder you two the second you entered," James answered. He grabbed her arm and led her to a big bush. Meowth followed her. "Wait here. If I am not out before sunset, I want you two to leave." She looked at him questioningly. "I'm serious you guys; I want you to leave me behind. But hopefully you won't have to." He gave her a hug, petted Meowth, and then nervously crept up to his front door. He pressed the doorbell. His parents flew out to greet him

"James, you're finally home!" His mother squealed as she dragged him in. "Come, we were just about to have tea." She sat him down on a chair across from his father and herself.

"You've finally graduated from Pokemon Tech. What are you going to do with your life now?" his father asked. Apparently he hadn't heard that James had flunked out.

"Dad, I have decided to join Team Rocket. And I still refuse to marry Jezebel." James stood up from the table and made a dash for the door after he spoke. His father caught him and dragged him back to the table.

"Why are you joining Team Rocket? Did that slut convince you?" James' father asked. James fumed with anger.

"Jessie is not a slut! She's the best friend I've ever had! You disgust me," James spat.

"You only like her because she's easy," he retorted.

"That is not true! She's a great person, and I'd marry her over that Jezebel any day!" He yelled. James was stunned at his own boldness.

"Are you saying you've fallen for that wench!" His father questioned angrily. James didn't know what to say. He blushed.

"Yes father, I believe I have…" he whispered. A look of malice and disgust swept over his father's face.

"You are no son of mine. Be gone, and don't come back until you've grown a brain." His father pointed to the door as he spoke. James needed no other dismissal. He was out of the house and running towards the bush within seconds. He found Jessie and Meowth.

"Come on; let's go before they make me come back." They all took off running towards the nearest town. The scene faded.

"James, did you mean that?" Jessie asked him. James, who was now cherry red, nodded. She smiled and took his hand in hers.

"Please don't get all mushy-gushy on us!" pleaded Brock sarcastically. They both shot him a dirty look. The bubble zipped ahead. They saw James when he was around seventeen. He and Jessie were sitting on their sleeping bags, and Meowth was asleep on Jessie's lap.

"I really don't like this new mission. I mean, stealing is one thing, but stealing from a little kid is just wrong," Jessie's voice drifted off.

"And besides," James began, "That Pikachu is way too strong. If things go as bad as they did today, we'll be chasing that thing for the rest of our lives…" Jessie laughed.

"I can still feel my skin charring," she said through giggles.

"Will you two shut up! I'm trying to sleep here," Meowth opened an eye.

"Fine, you fun sponge. Good night," She pulled a very peeved Meowth off of her lap and got into her sleeping bag.

"Good night Jess," James turned over to face her. "Hey, we can still talk while the fur ball is asleep," he added. But she was already asleep. The scene ended with him just looking at her.

"So you guys never really wanted to steal Pikachu from me?" asked Ash.

"No, but it's our job," replied James. Celebi floated down.

"You see? James isn't too bad of a guy once you understand him," Celebi said, speaking to Ash, May, Brock, and Misty. They all nodded. "All right, there's only two of you left. Who wants to go first?" she asked. Neither Jessie nor Misty responded. "Well, it doesn't matter, because we're seeing Misty's past next!"

"UGGGG!" Misty groaned. Celebi just giggled and flew off.

Author's note: This chapter was a little bit longer, but that's ok. James is older, so he has more memories and such. How did you like it? Thanks for reading…