Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or the song "Missing", which is by Evanescence.

Author Note: Yep, here's the second chapter. I guess using a different song kind of kills the title (since I was titling it after the song in the first chapter) but that's okay I guess. I wanted to make this second chapter a songfic also but I couldn't find a song. I happened to find this song and thought it might work. I wasn't really planning to make this chapter depressing or anything… but for some reason my mood changed. So I don't know how it'll end up. This chapter is going to be about James and how he goes on from the time Jessie leaves. The same goes as with the last chapter, if for some reason this fic gets taken off because of the songfic, it'll be on my deviantART account.

James sat at that table for a long time after Jessie left. He was still trying to understand what exactly had happened. Why had Jessie suddenly decided she wanted to run off and make a life of her own? He thought that things were going well, he thought that she was happy with him.

/Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"/

After what seemed like hours, James finally left the restaurant. He slowly made his way down the street, walking back towards the place he'd been staying. This was the place that he had planned to invite Jessie to stay with him at; the place he'd hoped would eventually end up being their home. He looked up, noticing clouds were beginning to form in the sky. He sighed softly, slowly his pace even more.

"Why does it matter if I ever go home? There will be nothing there for me." he whispered to himself.

As he continued to walk down the street, he wondered if Jessie would ever think about him again. He wondered if she would ever suddenly realize he wasn't there anymore. He shook his head slowly. If she wanted to stay with him, she would never have left.

/You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?/

James walked into the house, barely paying attention to anything. A couple of months had gone by since Jessie had left; he'd not heard anything from her. He'd not heard anything about her. He wondered if she was okay. He wondered if she ever had any thought about him.

"Where have you been?" James was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a voice.

"Oh. Meowth," James said, "it doesn't really matter where I've been."

Meowth rolled his eyes. "I'll just leave if you keep actin' like that."

"Fine. Everyone else leaves me." James said, walking toward the kitchen.

Meowth sighed softly, not saying anything else. He just walked away.

James walked into the kitchen, only turning on the light over the sink. He sighed softly, leaning against the sink. His house was so empty. Meowth was his only companion at that point in time and he was even rude to Meowth most of the time. James looked out the window, out into the darkness.

"I wonder if you are missing me like I miss you." He whispered softly.

/Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?/

"Why do you always look at that picture?" James nearly gasped, hearing someone say something to him. He looked up to see who was talking to him.

"What do you want?" he asked the man standing on the other side of his desk.

"Well, you're supposed to have this paperwork done by now. I was just wondering if you were actually going to do it." the man said, motioning to the papers scattered on the desk.

James sighed. "Yes, I'm sorry. I will get it done right away."

The man turned away and took a few steps toward the door before turning back to look at James. "You were doing just fine when you started here. Now suddenly all you do is daydream and get behind on your work. Who is that girl in that picture?"

"I know. I'm sorry," James began, "the girl in the picture? She was someone I knew a long time ago. I will not let myself be distracted anymore."

The man nodded slightly. "Okay. Go back to work then."

James waited until he heard the door click shut before he slumped against his chair a bit. He gathered the papers he was supposed to be working on and pushed them to the side of his desk. He picked up the picture he had sitting on the corner of his desk and held it up.

"It's been six months now, Jessie. I hope you're making your dreams come true. I'm here now, doing a job that I hate. I'm doing things that I never imagined myself doing, except maybe when I was younger. I really hope that you're happy. I wish I knew that you cared. I wish you knew that I cared. What does it matter now, you're gone and I'm here all alone. I guess that's how it has to be." James said softly, opening a desk drawer. He gently slipped the picture into the drawer and closed it. He turned to the papers he'd stacked to the side of his desk. He picked up a few pages and began to look them over.

/Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"/

"'Bout time ya got home," was the first thing James heard as he walked through the door into his home. He couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Yes, I'm home Meowth. I told you that sometimes I have to work late," he said.

"Fine, jus get me some food." Meowth demanded. James shook his head slowly and walked toward the kitchen. He glanced at the clock as he passed by.

"I can't believe it's already 7:30." he said more to himself than anything. He didn't realize how much work took up his time. Meowth hadn't followed him into the kitchen, so he took those few moments of peace to think for a few moments. Even though Meowth was always around when he got home, he still felt alone. It didn't help that lately Meowth had been talking about Jessie and wondering about how she was doing. He thought back for a moment, about what Meowth had said to him just a few nights before.

"James, it's time ya forget 'bout Jessie and move on." Meowth stood back, not sure how James would take him saying that. James slowly looked over at Meowth.

"I don't know what you're talking about Meowth. I'm never going to forget about her but she's not constantly taking up every thought in my mind." James said.

Meowth made a somewhat irritated noise. "C'mon James, it's been almost a year-"

"Eight months." James interrupted. Again Meowth made an irritated sound.

"Eight months," Meowth corrected himself, "it's been eight months and it's 'bout time you found someone else."

"I'm still not seeing your point, Meowth. It's not like it even matters, right? She's probably got a good job and she's probably married by now," James almost couldn't stand that thought, "and she's probably not interested in anything I'm doing. I can't imagine that she's even missing me. If someone were to mention my name, she probably wouldn't even notice." James crossed his arms, trying to end the conversation at that point.

"Fine, if that's how you want to see it." Meowth shrugged, not wanting to argue any longer.

James sighed, setting some food down. "Come on Meowth, I have the food for you."

/And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something.../

The scene was a terrible scene. How could so much blood come from any one human being? An explosion? An accident? It was hard to tell. He couldn't even tell, he couldn't remember. The blood just poured anyway. A glowing light, a soft voice. Slowly he wasn't feel the pain anymore. His life was slipping away. He looked up one last time, to see the one he loved. She was an angel, motioning him on, to come with her. To spend forever with her, with no more pain and no more suffering. Finally there would be nothing but happiness for him. He slowly let out his last remaining breath, letting go.

A loud ringing sound tore James out of the dream he was having. He sat up, gasping for air. He realized his alarm was going off. He reached over and slapped the snooze button. "Shut up." he muttered. He looked down at his hands, just letting the vivid images of his dream go through his mind. He sighed.

"Why now? Why does this happen to me now?" he whispered into his hands.

"Ya better be gettin' up!" he heard Meowth calling from out in the hallway. It only took a second for James to remember he had a meeting that day and he didn't want to be late. He slowly pulled himself out of bed. He took a moment to look back down at the bed, where he'd just been sleeping.

"Why does she have to come back into my dreams now? It's been over a year! I'm happy with my life now, I don't need her back now. I don't need anything from her, especially her help. If I were to be dying, she wouldn't be there to save me. She's not missing me and I'm not missing her. That's exactly how it should be." he whispered, before he turned away to head to the bathroom.

Meowth watched James walk down the hall toward the bathroom. He shook his head. He'd heard James talking to himself in his bedroom.

"Oh yes, you're missing her," Meowth muttered to himself, "and I'm sure she's missing you too." With that, Meowth headed downstairs to find himself some food.

Author Note: Did that work out how I planned it? Of course not! Oh well. I think I'm happy with it, or at least mostly happy with it. I'm not sure. I hope it makes sense. I tried to tell how much time went by, so it wouldn't see as confusing. I don't think I really kept it going exactly with the song lyrics but I still think it goes. Anyway. Just read and review, tell me what you think. I'm already planning out the next chapter. I don't know if it'll be a songfic or not, just depends on if I find a song that will go along with my idea. And I also want to mention, I'm sorry that I can't type Meowth's speech like he would normally talk. If someone could explain to me how to exactly do that, then I'll try to fix it. Thanks.