The Boat That Rocked (Rocketshipping Fanfic)

Part Twenty

Jaime was sat on one of the stone benches in the park, her elbows on her knees with her head in her hands. She felt lost, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Everything felt like it was whirling around her, disappearing rapidly from her grasp.

A crunch of shoes on gravel made her look up.

"Hey," the girl said with an uncertain smile.

"Lisa?" Jaime straightened, frowning at her. "What are you doing here?"

She ignored the question and pointed to the empty space on the bench beside her. "Can I join you?"

Jaime studied the girl, trying to work out her intentions. After a while, she nodded and waved nonchalantly at the space. Lisa settled on the bench, throwing another uncertain smile in her direction. Once seated, she stared across the park, her hands rubbing together slowly, nervously. What is she doing?

Glancing at Jaime and seeing her expression, Lisa swivelled around to face her fully. "James sent me."

Jaime raised an eyebrow. Oh, this is going to be interesting.

"He's created a plan to save Jessie – a plan that he needs you to be part of."

She shook her head. "I won't help him. I told him this." She started to rise from the bench but the girl grabbed her wrist. "Wait. Please."

She looked down at the hand on her wrist. She has slender fingers. Her hand looks so fragile that I could probably break it easily if I wanted to. The hand didn't loosen its hold and when she lifted her gaze to meet Lisa's she was met with a stern look of determination, though there was also a hint of fear. Jaime clenched her teeth together and sat back down. "I'm listening."

Lisa released her grip and placed both her hands on her lap. "James is under the assumption that as long as the plan he makes doesn't result in him dying, you'll help us."

Jaime didn't reply.

"He said that he won't die," she continued. "But for everything to work he needs you."

Jaime twitched, her hand curling into a tight fist. He needs me? And here I thought I'd outlasted my usefulness. Jaime looked away with a sarcastic smile, a stiff laugh in her throat. I suppose I have more than one use. She sighed. "I should probably grow up now and stop being bitter…"

"Huh?" Lisa leaned forwards so try to get a better look at her face.

She shook her head. "Never mind." She cocked her head to the side and studied the girl again. "So he won't die?"

She straightened. "Yeah, the plan is apparently foolproof."

"You don't sound so sure."

Lisa shifted uneasily. "I don't trust you."

Well, that was honest of her. "But you trust James' plan?"

The girl nodded and that was all Jaime needed. She stood up, dusting off imaginary dirt from her trousers. "Let's go then."

Lisa blinked, slightly thrown by the woman's sudden change of heart. "B-but don't you want to know the plan?"

Jaime smiled cynically at the young girl. "All I need to know is what I have to do. I don't need to know the rest." The girl didn't move and continued to stare at her, obviously unsure. "Okay?" Jaime offered a hand.

Lisa eyed the hand for a moment. Then she stood up, ignoring it, and walked past Jaime. "He said to return to the apartment. Meowth and James are waiting for us there."

Jaime watched the girl's back, her shoulders so small and her figure so slight that it looked like she would break into two in a strong breeze. She really doesn't trust me.

Compared to the bright, welcoming girl she had first met, Jaime actually preferred this cautious Lisa. It's something I actually deserve.

Pulling at the collar of her shirt, Jaime started to follow after Lisa, soon reaching her side and matching her pace.

"My part wouldn't happen to be life threatening?" she half-joked.

Lisa didn't answer.

-#-

It's dark.

That was Jessie's first thought when she opened her eyes. She tried to move but found her hands tied behind her back and her feet also tied to something. I'm tied to a chair.

She grimaced as she shifted. Her head was throbbing from where she had been hit and her right hand stung from when she'd punched her attacker.

She searched the darkness but the blackness was complete and she soon realized that she was wearing a blindfold. Damn it.

She pulled at the rope at her wrists, groaning slightly as they dug into her skin.

"Ah, ah, no, my dear Jessie," a male voice cooed. "I wouldn't do that."

She stiffened. "Who's there?"

"My name's Alphonse," the voice whispered in her ear, warm breath on her neck, and she jumped, the ropes digging deeper and the chair scraping across the floor as it moved. The voice laughed. "Nice to meet you."

"I can't say the same." She spat.

"Oh, you will," the whisper was closer. "You'll soon love meeting me…" A warm wetness touched her ear and she tried to move away again but a strong hand gripped her shoulder. He just licked me – he licked me.

"Who are you?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"I told you – I'm Alphonse." He replied, a sneer obvious in his tone.

That wasn't what I meant. "Why are you doing this? How do you know my na-"

Jessie was cut short by a hand taking hold of her chin and jerking her face upwards.

"Why don't you ask James when he gets here?"

What?

"That surprised you, didn't it?" He laughed.

Jessie tried to speak but the grip on her chin was making it too difficult and her words were muffled. "Wha haf Jfhamefs goht tov do wifvh mhis?"

The hand released her. "Try again, deary."

She stretched her jaw, bowing her head and swallowing. "What has James got to do with this?"

"Everything."

Jessie was about to question the man further when the hand returned, tilting her face upwards with such force that pain shot through her neck, resonating in her skull.

"Shut up for a little while, okay?" he whispered in her ear. She shuddered.

His other hand still held her shoulder, keeping her still as his mouth moved along her jaw line, his tongue trailing down her neck and then stopping at her collarbone.

Utter fear and disgust made it hard to breath, her heart pounding against her ribs, her skin crawling, tears forming in the corners of her blindfolded eyes. I will not cry. I won't. I have to stay strong.

Jessie fought against the hand on her chin and willed to turn away, pushing back into the chair, attempting to get away from the man's revolting touch.

"I'd keep still if I were you…" a metal chill brushed against her cheek. No…it can't be. The chill pressed against her temple and she knew exactly what it was. He has a gun. It's a damned gun. "Keep very still and let me have my fun while we wait, yeah?"

The numbing steel was suddenly gone and her face was tilted even further upwards. Rough, warm lips lightly touched her lips and she immediately jerked back. He bit her bottom lip, hard, and pushed the kiss deeper. Jessie tasted blood.

The man pulled back and she could feel his breath on her face as he spoke. "Let me have my fun until James gets here…" he moved in closer, kissing the base of her throat. He mumbled the next few words into her neck. "And for your sake, let's hope he comes soon..."

A/N:::

Howdy guys.

Yeah...Well, I've updated the rating of this story from T to M as am not sure which this chapter could be classified as. Better to be safe than sorry. And it might be getting a bit more...you know... at a later date so am gonna keep the updated rating unless you guys say otherwise.

I can just imagine some of your reactions but...I AM quite a cruel author...muhaha...*coughs* anyway - I may or may not be able to write another full chapter before Monday when I go to University so either the next chapter is tomorrow or will be joining the series of slower updates.

Thank you again for your reviews and your continued support!