Author's note: Well, this is the last of the pasts. Jessie's past follows the TV show sort of. Thanks for all the kind reviews, please keep them coming.

The darkness cleared to show a scene of Jessie held in her mother's arms in the hospital. The woman had long purple hair pinned in two long ponytails. Jessie was giggling and twirling her mother's tendrils of hair around her fingers. Suddenly, the door slammed. Giovanni hurried in.

"Isn't she cute, Giovanni?" Jessie's mother cooed. Giovanni rolled his eyes.

"I don't understand how women can think those ugly, pink babies are cute," Giovanni muttered to himself. "Is she healthy, Miyamoto?"

"Of course she is," Miyamoto responded. She paused for a second, and then added, "Will she be taking over Team Rocket after you retire?"

"NO!" Giovanni spat. "I need a son to be an heir. However, she can always join and become a high-ranking member. That is, if she's capable enough…" Miyamoto's eyes began to water over.

"So you mean to tell me that she's just going to be another Rocket grunt?" Miyamoto asked, sniffling. Giovanni nodded. He barged out (without saying goodbye).

Miyamoto was left alone with her only child. "Jessica, you'll do great things. No matter what your father says," Miyamoto promised her. The scene evaporated.

Ash, looking extremely dazed and confused, glanced over at Jessie. "We're RELATED!" Ash screamed. Jessie nodded.

"Apparently, you're my half-brother. Aren't you lucky?" Jessie commented sarcastically. James looked at her questioningly.

"Is that why you said 'oh my god' right after Ash found out who his dad was?" James asked. (Author's note: Don't you love it when authors make you think back to previous chapters?) Jessie nodded sheepishly.

"Well, this is just great. One of my worst enemies just happens to be my sister," Ash darkly muttered.

"Don't you start to think that I like being related to you!" spat Jessie. Brock put a hand on both Jessie and Ash's shoulders.

"Guys, let's be friends and not bicker like children," Brock said placidly. Everyone settled down, and the bubble kept zooming ahead. Jessie was four, sitting alone at a table, perched on phonebooks. She was fingering a picture of her mother. A young woman in a black Rocket grunt uniform quietly opened the front door. Her face showed no emotions whatsoever.

"Jessie, I have some bad news," The rocket girl began. "Your mother and her team went exploring the Andes, looking for Mew. They found what they were searching for. However, they got caught up in an avalanche. Your mom was never found. She is presumed dead…" The girl's voice trailed off. The news took a few minutes to sink into the young Jessie. A look of extreme rage overtook the four-year-old.

"I hate you! I hate Team Rocket!" Jessie sprung from the chair and flipped over the table. "They ruin everything! Why momma? What did she do wrong?" She ripped the pictures from the walls. The rocket girl was stunned, but then she put her hands on the temperamental child's shoulders.

"Jessie, it'll be ok. You'll live with your daddy now. He's my boss, and I know he's a nice guy," One could tell the woman was lying when she spoke about Giovanni, but she was just trying to calm Jessie down. Jessie looked up at her with eyes of fiery glass.

"Are you sure? I never knew I had a daddy," Jessie whispered, beginning to calm down. The woman nodded.

"Come with me, Jessie," The woman offered her hand as she spoke. "You don't live here anymore." Jessie hesitantly grasped the woman's hand. Together they left the house. The scene faded.

"No wonder she has such a temper…" Ash said to no one in particular. James nodded.

"Tell me about it," James replied. Jessie smacked him. "OWW! What was that for?" James asked.

"For saying I have a temper," Jessie answered coldly.

"You just proved my point though!" James rebutted. Jessie rolled her eyes, and the conversation was ended. The bubble zoomed ahead. Jessie was eight. She was seated on the roof of one of the Pokemon Tech buildings, watching the people below her.

"I can't believe dad sent me here. I mean, it's not my fault I got expelled! That girl was asking for a beating when she insulted my mother," Jessie rambled on to herself. Turning her head slightly, she saw a boy sitting on the roof of another building. He was all alone, and looked rather frightened. She left her place and walked over towards the building where he was seated. It didn't take much for her to jump the small gap between the buildings.

The boy jumped at the noise her boots made on the roof. "EEEKK!" He cried. Glancing at her with look of relief he stated, "Good, you're not who I thought you were." A moment of awkward silence passed, and then he said, "My name is James. I've seen you around here. You're always alone. What's your name?"

"It's Jessica, but call me that and you'll die," Jessie replied coldly. "I prefer Jessie." She plopped down next to him, as if they had been friends forever. "I hate people; they always pretend to like you, hurt you, and then leave you." Her voice cracked as she spoke.

James nodded. "I know what you mean. We seem to have a lot in common..." His voice trailed off. Jessie smiled for the first time since coming to Pokemon Tech.

"Surprisingly, I like you a lot already," Jessie was interrupted by the warning bell. "Where are you headed to?"

"Pokemon Battle Techniques with Ms. Smith," James answered.

"Me too," Jessie grabbed him by the arm. "Come on, we're going to be late!" The scene disappeared.

"Aw, that's so cute!" May squealed. Jessie and James looked at her quizzically. "I mean, you guys became friends the moment you met. It took me weeks to get used to Ashy-boy over there." Ash shot May a death-glare. "What! What did I say?" Ash just rolled his eyes at her.

"You just don't get it," Ash commented more to himself than anyone else.

"Don't get what?" May asked. Ash shook his head.

"Nothing… nothing at all…" Ash got a dreamy look in his eye and ceased to talk. The bubble continued on its trek. Jessie was 13, reading a book on the floor of her dorm room. James walked through the door, carrying a mountain of pokemon textbooks.

"I thought I'd bring some more stuff to study. Finals are tomorrow and all," The books crashed on the floor as he spoke. Jessie looked as if she were ready to cry.

"This is going to drive me crazy! We're smart enough, we don't need to study!" Jessie pushed over the pile of books. James looked amused.

"So what, pray tell, do you think we should do instead of study?" James asked slyly.

"Let's have a drinking contest!" Jessie giggled. James eyes widened.

"Jess, isn't that illegal….?" James questioned hesitantly.

"Not alcohol, stupid! MONSTERS!" Jessie squealed. (Author's note: Monsters are a type of energy drink that makes you extremely hyper. Then, in about an hour, you fall asleep. I know from past experience…)

James looked relieved. Jessie ran over to her refrigerator and whipped out a 24-pack of Monsters. Ripping open the case she said dramatically, "Thus it has begun!" She pulled out her first can and James did likewise. They slammed their cans together.

"To failing the final," James began.

"And to a better semester next year," Jessie finished. They linked arms and drank from their cans. (Author's note: Sorry, I couldn't resist putting that in there. I just think it looks so cool when people do that.) They began giggling and dancing around the room like complete lunatics. The scene ended.

"Wow, I wonder what happened next…" Brock suggestively commented.

"Brock! There are children here!" Jessie reprimanded.

"He didn't say a word; you just have a dirty mind…" James added. Jessie hit him with her world-famous paper fan. "I don't think I deserved that one…" Jessie rolled her eyes at his stupid Pirates of the Caribbean quote. The bubble, which seemed rather ignorant of its occupants' conversations, zipped right ahead. Soon enough, they saw Jessie when she was nearly 17. She was walking into the same building that Ms. Ketchum had entered in Ash's memories. Jessie approached the secretary at the desk.

"I wish to speak with my father," Jessie murmured. The lady nodded and quickly brought her to Giovanni's office.

"Jessica, it's been a while," Giovanni spoke solemnly and didn't look at her. "You've flunked out of Pokemon Tech. Explain yourself. What have you been doing these past three years?"

"I joined a bike gang. My friend and I got bored of it, so we came here. We want to work for you, father," Jessie also spoke as if she were at a funeral.

"Which friend do you speak of?" Giovanni asked.

"His name is James. I know I have told you about him," Jessie answered.

"Where is he now, and does he have any pokemon?" Giovanni spat.

"I told him to wait for me at the hotel we're staying at," Jessie began. "He has a Koffing, and a Growlithe which he keeps at home." Giovanni smiled.

"He sounds good enough. I have the perfect assignment for the two of you," Giovanni flipped through a folder on his desk. "I want you to steal this Pikachu from this boy," he produced a photo of Ash with Pikachu on his shoulder. Jessie nodded. "This should be an easy assignment. Get on it now!" Giovanni yelled. "Take your uniforms and go."

Jessie went into a closet and took two uniforms. She bowed politely to her dad and left the building. The scene went blank.

"Giovanni didn't even look at you the whole time you were there!" Misty exclaimed. Jessie sighed wistfully.

"Things have always been a bit… rocky between us, to say the least." Jessie said carefully. The bubble resumed zooming. Jessie was 19 this time. She was standing on a cliff in the rain, writing a note. It read:

Dear James,

I'm sorry. All of this recent failure has made me realize that I'm just a big loser. There's nothing here for me. All I feel is pain and misery. Please understand that this isn't your fault. You're the best friend anyone could ask for. I just feel that it's my time. I hear my mother calling me….

Love, Jessie

She put the letter underneath a stone, part of it sticking out. Crying, she slowly began to walk to the cliff. "Jessie! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" James ran up the cliff and was yelling at her.

"What… do… you… want?" Jessie choked on the water running down her face.

"I followed you here. I thought you were up to something, but I wasn't expecting this…" James whispered. He inched towards her. She backed up, her heels over the edge of the precipice. "Please don't do this Jessie. We'd all miss you," he grabbed her arm as he spoke. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, "I'll miss you." Jessie broke down completely.

"I'm sorry, please… forgive me. It's just we never win, and the boss hates us, and no one cares about us…" Jessie was on her knees. He picked her up and began walking back to their camp.

"Someday we'll win, but until then, we'll keep on trying." He smiled through his tears. The scene ended.

"Oh my," May whispered.

"I never knew we caused you guys so much grief," Ash said.

"Well, being beaten every single day by a kid and his Pikachu gets really humiliating sometimes," Jessie replied.

"So we've seen," Brock commented. "We're sorry, you guys…" Celebi floated in, cutting off Brock.

"Jessie, I think we all can say that you have had a tough past," Celebi began. "However, now it's time to put the past aside and look into the future." The bubble stopped going forward. The blackness around them turned into a deep shade of red. "We will now view Ash's future."

Author's note: Sorry for the somewhat long wait. The next installment might take a little while to come out, because I'm going on vacation soon. I hoped you liked it. Please review. Thanks!