"James...you've done a lot of things over the years that led me to believe you were a little bit insane. But now I know that you are completely insane."

James had changed into a plain white buttondown 3/4 sleeve shirt and black trousers. Jessie was wearing a short, light blue dress and dark blue heels. They were starting to approach the gate, when James made a right turn.

"Where are you going?"

"Do you think I am going to actually page them and tell them I'm here? I know how to sneak in." James said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jessie sighed. "Just...completely...insane."

They kept walking, and James led them through some bushes. And then they found themselves staring at a small hole near the gate.

There was a long silence, and James laughed nervously. "I swear it was bigger before."

Jessie erupted. "That's because YOU got bigger, ninny! Ugh..." She brought her hand up to deliver a KO punch to his head when suddenly her and James and Meowth were ambushed from behind by Vine Whips. James, Jessie and Meowth were instantly restrained. James's face was a picture of terror as he started to sweat.

"You can raise a child right, but once they turn bad they can never turn back good." said a female voice with a southern twang.

"For once, son, can't you do something in the proper way?" a posh-sounding older man's voice scolded.

James shook his head. "I guess not. How did you know we were here?"

His parents came out of the shadows and his mother spoke, hiding her face delicately with a fan. "When you're worth as much as us, you need some se-cur-i-tah. We've got cameras covering the whole perimeter of the estate."

"I see." said James sheepishly, looking slightly relieved that the vine whips did not belong to a Vileplume, but Pansage.

"Release them." said James's father.

James looked like he was regretting his decision to go to his parents', but looked at Jessie and remembered why he had made that decision. They made their way inside.

The servant pulled out chairs for James and his parents. Jessie looked around, fumed, and sat on a sofa in the room. James looked at her apologetically.

A young woman brought out some tea for them on an elegant china set.

"Don't tell me you've finally come to your senses and decided to marry your fiancee?"

James rolled his eyes. "Actually, I..."

"Because, sorry to tell you son, but that ship has sailed."

James blinked. "What?"

James was met with a glare from both of his parents. He cleared his throat. "Um..Pardon?"

Jessie's mother looked sullen. "A wonderful girl like Jessiebelle can't afford to wait around for a fiance who is off playing bad boy. She married a lovely Pokemon professor when she found out they were expecting."

James half-smirked. "A shotgun wedding. Classy."

James' father shook his head. "There is no shame in a man who stands by his woman and accepts his duties."

James' smirk turned into a full smile. "I'm glad you think that, father..."

His mother still looked sour. "James, how could you just give up such a perfect wife?" His father nodded. "What reason could you possibly have not to marry Jessiebelle?"

James laughed. "I could write a book on it. Would you like me to?"

His father sighed dramatically, and his mother followed suit. Jessie shook her head. James was so much like his parents.

"Darling, it really will end with us, such a said fate." his mother sobbed, taking out a handkerchief.

"A family line continued for so many generations...to end with a son who won't produce an heir." James' father raised a fist dramatically.

"Actually..."

"Actually, I'm quite tired of being ignored." said Jessie, suddenly springing up besides James, and James frantically making motions to let it go and let him handle it, please.

"And who would you be?" said James's father suspiciously.

"Who would I be?" said Jessie, leaning over the table.

James stood up and walked between Jessie and his parents to act as a barrier, his smugness from a few minutes ago vanishing quickly.

"James, would you kindly explain to us why you would turn away such a lovely girl like Jessiebelle, yet hang around with...this?" taunted his mother.

Jessie was reaching the boiling point. James looked at her with fear in his eyes.

"I would rather have the bloodline end than mix that kind of trash in!" exclaimed his father.

"Too late for dat" smirked Meowth.

The room felt silent as all eyes shifted to the cat-type. If a pin dropped at this moment it would have echoed like a Snorlax jumping off the roof.

"Get out." said James' father in a low voice.

"No...please...father...as your son...I'm begging you." Tears formed in James' eyes. "Please just let me explain..."

Jessie gave Meowth a swift kick across the room before turning her fury on the aristocratic couple. "Your perfect little whip-wielding psychopath princess gets knocked up by a poke-professor is OK, but somehow James coming to you because he needs help, with YOUR grandchildren by the way, gets him kicked out and turned against?"

James' parents stood up. "I stand by what I said, I want nothing to do with the mongrels!"

James' mother glared at her son. "I thought I raised you better."

Tears rolled down James' face as he walked out. Jessie and Meowth followed.

James walked ahead, Jessie and Meowth behind him.

"Jimmy-"

"I'm not talking to you, Meowth. Perhaps you should take a lesson from that. You know, on keeping your mouth shut."

"But...you were gonna tell em anyways!"

"Timing. And phrasing, Meowth."

Jessie looked down. "So, what's the plan now, James?"

James walked over to the garage, where there were cars waiting with a chauffeur.

"Nanny and Pop-pop's house, please."

They climbed into the backseat of the car. The mood was darkening as the sky was.

James looked at Jessie with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, Jessie."

Jessie was asleep.

The car drove off into the sunset. James took out his cellphone and began to write an email.