Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, does this surprise you?
Author Note: Here's the last chapter of my fic. This chapter isn't a songfic, for some reason. I just couldn't find a song that worked for me. So here's what you get. Also, there will be things repeated from the last chapter… so don't get too frustrated, please!
Jessie woke up suddenly, sitting up immediately. She was breathing heavy for a moment, as the dream she'd just had continued to roll through her mind. As she slowly realized that it had just been a dream, she shook her head, wiping the tears out of her eyes.
She slowly turned and put her feet on the floor, still not shaking the feelings of the dream. She stood and walked into the bathroom, flipping on the light as she walked in. She sighed softly and looked in the mirror. The last words of her dream still floated through her mind.
"You waited too long, Jessie, I'm sorry."
Jessie shook her head, turning on the sink. She splashed some cool water on her face. She knew she was afraid of being too late but that was horrible. She was already nervous about going to see James again but that dream just made it worse. What if he had really moved on and found someone else? She never even thought about it when she started looking for him. She sighed again, turning away from the mirror.
James walked down the street, looking around as he walked. He slowly pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, just to make sure he was going in the right direction. 'James, you probably don't remember me or you don't want to remember me but I want to meet you. If you're interested, meet me at the Sun Rise coffee shop, in one week at 1:30 PM.'
He looked up at the street sign, taking note that he was going in the right direction. Then he took a moment to think about when he had received the message.
James walked into the house, late in the evening.
"'Ya got a message," Meowth said, motioning to a paper lying on the table.
"What is it? Who is it from?" James asked.
"I dunno. I jus' took it from the message guy and I didn't read it," he said, shrugging slightly.
"Okay," James said, picking up the paper. He read over it and then looked at Meowth.
"Are you sure that the person who brought this didn't tell who it was from?" he asked.
"Yes. He jus' said it was for you. He said dat the sender wanted to remain unknown." Meowth said.
"Well, it's from someone who wants to meet me at that coffee shop a few streets over. I wonder if I should go." James said, still looking at the paper.
"If 'ya wanna. Maybe it'll be good for 'ya." Meowth said.
"What if it's a trick? You know, people like to play tricks. What if it's someone who knew me from the past and wants to kill me or something?" he asked, starting to think twice about going.
"C'mon James. Stop bein' paranoid. Jus' go, it's not gonna hurt you." Meowth said, growing tired of the conversation. "'Sides 'ya never know, maybe it will be Jessie."
"What? Jessie? Why would you say that?" James asked feeling a little frustrated.
Meowth shrugged slightly. "I dunno, jus' thought maybe she might be missin' you."
"That's impossible! I talked to her old friend, just a couple of weeks ago. I knew someone at work who knew her friend and got me in contact with the girl. I asked her about Jessie and she said that she had moved in with some guy and they seemed pretty serious. She wouldn't come looking for me," he said, walking away.
James walked around the corner and saw the coffee shop just a few buildings down from him. He glanced at his watch.
"I'm an hour early," he muttered to himself, wondering if he should turn around and go home. Then he shook his head. He really wanted to know who was going to be coming to see him.
A few streets over, Jessie stood nervously outside the elevator, waiting for it to come up to her level. What if James really had gotten married? Would she be able to handle it if he did? What if he was angry with her and just walked away, like he did in her dream? She sighed softly as the elevator door opened. She stepped inside.
"Hold the door please!" Jessie heard a woman call out. She paused a second, waiting for the woman to get onto the elevator with her.
"Thank you," the woman said, smiling.
"You're welcome." Jessie replied.
"You on vacation here?" the woman asked.
"Not really. I mean I guess I am," Jessie paused, smiling. "I'm sorry. Yes, I guess I could call this a vacation. I'm here to visit an old friend. At least I hope I will be."
"Why do you put it like that?" the woman asked.
"Well, he doesn't know he's going to be meeting me. I sent him a message, telling him where to meet me, when, and what time. The only thing I left out was who I am. I'm afraid that if he knew, he'd not show up." Jessie said quietly.
"Ah, well I'm sure he'll show up. It seems something else is bothering you though," the woman said quietly.
Jessie nodded slightly. "Yes, there is. See, over a year and a half ago, I left him. I told him I was leaving town to pursue my dreams and the things I wanted. He didn't want me to go but I didn't give him a chance to say anything else. Over this time I've been away, I've been dreaming about him and just missing him. So I decided to come back to find him except last night I had a really horrible dream. I dreamt that I had stayed away too long and he got married to someone else."
"That's silly, girl. Your only problem is that you're in love and you think you've passed that up. If it's real love, love that's meant to be, you will not have missed your chance!" the woman said.
Jessie was about to say something else when the elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened. She watched the woman leave the elevator quickly. She thought for a moment about what the woman had said before she stepped out of the elevator too.
James sighed, watching about the hundredth person come into the shop. He thought he would go insane, just waiting.
"I shouldn't have shown up so early," he muttered to himself.
Jessie walked down the street, trying to find comfort in the breeze that was blowing. It was a bright and sunny day. That had to prove everything would work out. Then again, it was bright and sunny in her dream too. She sighed softly. She had to forget about the dream. Things were never like dreams.
She quickly walked the streets that separated her from the coffee shop. As she got closer to her destination, she took a moment to glance at her watch. It was only 1:15. She knew she still had fifteen minutes to get there and she could see the sign for the shop. She almost wanted to turn and leave. What good would it do to go through the same thing that happened in her dream?
"Stop thinking like that!" she scolded herself aloud, causing a few passing people to give her a weird look. She ignored the looks and started walking again.
She stopped a building away from the coffee shop. She took in a deep breath to calm her nerves and straightened out her clothes a bit. She looked at her reflection in the glass of the building she was standing in front of.
"You're going to be just fine," she whispered to her reflection. She slowly started walking again.
James looked at his watch again. It was almost 1:25.
"Just five more minutes to go," he mumbled to himself. He still wondered who might be coming to meet him. He wondered if the person was someone he knew or someone who just knew him. Suddenly another thought took him over. What if it was someone from work, someone who wanted to give him a promotion or something? He almost began to panic. He wanted to get up and leave.
Before he got the chance, though, he heard the bell on the door ring again, indicating that someone was coming in. He looked up from his table, almost falling out of his chair. There, walking into the coffee shop, was Jessie.
Jessie looked around the room, noticing James sitting at a table on the right side of the room, near the front. She slowly started walking over toward the table, slightly relieved to see that he had actually shown up. As she slowly walked up to the table, he stood.
"Jessie!" he said, sounding a bit more excited and shocked than he really meant to.
"I'm glad you showed up," she said.
James quickly walked over to the other side of the table, pulling out a chair for her. She smiled, sitting down on the chair he'd pulled out. He quickly moved back to his chair. That seemed more like the day she'd left. The thoughts of her dream was slowly melting away.
"What are you doing back here?" James asked.
"I wanted to see you again." Jessie said, starting to feel a little nervous.
James smiled. "I'm glad it was you. I was starting to worry about all the various people might be coming to see me."
"Yeah. It's just me," she said.
"You want something to drink? Maybe you want something to eat? Did you get a chance to eat anything yet?" James found himself rambling slightly.
"Um.. just something to drink, I guess," she said, shrugging slightly.
"Okay. I'll get it," he said, starting to stand.
"No! I'll get it." Jessie said, remembering that part of her dream.
"It's okay, really. I'll be right back." James got up and walked across the room.
Jessie watched him for a moment, hoping that this was not a sign that her dream would come true. She hadn't been able to force herself to look at his ring finger, terrified that she would see a ring there.
A moment later James returned to the table, sitting down the coffee. He slid it over to her. Jessie picked it up and took a few sips of it. They sat in silence for a few moments, both going over thoughts in their minds.
James kept thinking about his discussion with Meowth, how he'd heard about Jessie moving in with a guy. They seemed serious.
Jessie noticed James was just staring at her, as if trying to read her mind.
"How have you been?" Jessie finally asked, trying to get something started.
"I've been busy. I've been working a lot. How about you?" James asked.
"I've been busy too. I got a job, a nice job. Kind of boring though," she replied.
"That sounds nice. My job isn't always fun either. I've just been trying to make it through," he said.
Jessie shrugged slightly, looking away. "I noticed that you moved, when I was looking for you."
"Yeah. I lived in that same house for a while after I got my job. Then I moved," he said.
"Living with anyone?" Jessie finally decided to ask.
"Just Meowth. He said you'd be the one I was going to meet here," he said, laughing.
Jessie smiled a bit. "He always knew," she said.
"Yeah. Well, what about you? You live with anyone?" James was terrified to hear the answer.
"No. I'm just staying by myself. After I left here, I stayed with a friend. Then I saved money and moved into a place of my own. I've been by myself since I moved out with my friend," she said.
That shocked James. Her friend must've lied to him.
"Did you ever say anything about me to your friend?" he asked.
"Yeah," she paused, smiling a bit, "I talked about you a lot. Many times she told me to just come back and be with you. I told her that you probably moved on by then. Then she told me that if you moved on, then I should move on too. I knew I couldn't though. I cared too much about you."
"A while back, I called your friend. Someone I work with knows her and he got me connected with her. She told me you moved in with some guy," he said, feeling bad for saying it.
Jessie thought for a moment and then stood up. James watched her stand, feeling even worse. He was sure she was mad at him. She was going to leave, just like before.
"It's such a nice day out. Let's go walking instead of staying cramped up in this place," she said, motioning toward the door.
James got up, following her as she led him to the door. He was still nervous; she hadn't said anything about what he said.
They walked in silence for a few minutes. The only sounds were people passing by and cars. Jessie let what James had said play over in her mind.
"I did move in with a guy for a little while." Jessie said suddenly. "I was really lonely and I was sure you'd moved on. I lived with him for about a week and I told him that there was no way. I couldn't keep it up. You're the only one I've ever cared about." She took in a breath, expecting him to either be mad or just come out and tell her that he was taken. She was surprised when he didn't say anything.
They continued to walk in silence. She would steal a glance at him every so often, just trying to figure out what he was thinking. She just wanted to say something.
"Well, it's okay," he finally said, "when I saw you walk through that door, I figured that you probably weren't living with him anymore. Maybe you got married to him."
"No. Like I said, I didn't like him. I was just lonely. It wasn't too long after that that I decided to start looking for you," she paused, looking at him. "I was looking at the stars one night. I remembered what you said about wishing on stars, it was then that I decided that I wanted to find you again."
He looked at her. "There were many times I thought about looking for you. I knew it was pointless."
She looked away again, to make sure she wasn't going to run into anyone. "I want to move back here, I want to quit my job and move back here with you. I've missed you too much to stay away anymore," she said quickly.
"No!" James said quickly.
Jessie stopped walking. He took a few steps ahead of her and then stopped, turning to face her.
"What do you mean no?" she asked, feeling her heart sink. Her dream was about to come true, she just knew it.
He walked back to her, taking her hands. "I want to quit my job and move in with you. I'm tired of this place. You were right when you left there is nothing here. Not for you and not for me. I want to come and live with you."
It took a moment for what he said to sink in. She was so sure he was about to tell her he was married. She suddenly jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She couldn't help but start crying.
"I was so sure you were about to tell me you were married! I had a horrible dream last night! I dreamt that I came to see you and you told me you were married," she cried.
He held her out away from him, to look her over for a moment. "Are you crazy? You're the only person on this planet I'd marry!" he said, smiling.
She leaned in to hug him again. "You have no idea how happy this makes me!" she whispered.
"Yes I do. I feel the same way you're feeling right now." He forced her to take a step back. "Come on," he said, taking her hand, "let's go back to my place."
She gladly took his hand, smiling at him. "Yeah, let's go."
They walked down the street together, heading off to what both hoped would be a bright future.
Author Note: Well, that's all. I was planning on stopping it there. I could almost see another chapter. I'm not sure, I'm planning on stopping it here, just in case I don't get inspired to move on. Sorry about the ending,I guess it's just the typical 'happy ever after' stuff. So yeah, surprised that the last chapter was just a dream? That's how I've been planning it from the end of the first chapter. I thought that it might be kind of annoying, but that could also give me room to make this sad and make it so that they didn't end up together. Anyway. I hope you enjoyed this fic, even a little. I know my only reviewer liked it. Anyway, review if you want. Thanks.