Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter. This is actually a different subject matter to what goes down during the Justin and Katie scenarios but there are certainly a lot of similarities! This chapter takes place when Misty is in hospital due to darkness and it's after James and Lynne have been intimate with one and other. Jessie and James' Great-Uncle Rupert (also a psychologist) talk everything through. I hope you enjoy :3

Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned!

It was cold in the park and it was bleak. As the magenta haired female and I sat on the bench together, both of our teeth were chattering. Neither of us cared. Well, I cared a little bit, to tell you the truth. But I couldn't outwardly complain. I had been walking with the female ex-rocketeer to the hospital to pay a visit to my orange haired best friend when we had taken a slight detour. It was necessary. It was much needed. It was needed for Jessie. And after everything that she and her family had done for me and mine in the past month or so, it was the least that I could do. So I stayed sitting with her, bracing the cold while she looked on ahead.

As I turned my head against the icy winter winds of Kanto and glanced over at her, trying to control my chattering jaw just a little bit, I found her expressions unreadable. And that somehow said everything that needed to be said. I understood. Yes, in the past couple of weeks I had felt that way many times and on many days. Sometimes there was nothing that could be done. Sometimes there was nothing that could be said. It was that it was. Though in our hearts, we wished that things could be different – they simply were not. And we simply just had to keep going forward.

Jessie exhaled quietly, tugging one of her arms from being wrapped around herself to keep somewhat warm before the other followed suit. Then she began picking at her nails. She still didn't say anything. I didn't either. I looked away. I knew – I could feel – that she stopped picking at the skin on her fingers and leaned forward on the bench, almost preparing to bury her head in her hands.

However before she could get fully there or begin her journey in longing to curl up into a ball and to find the answers that she desperately wanted, she was stopped. I had been far too busy trying to keep warm in the park just around the corner from the hospital and I had also been far too occupied with observing the magenta haired female as much as I could. And because of this, I hadn't even noticed someone spotting us as we sat, let alone coming towards us. But I was faced with the reality of it when they hovered near us. I looked up when they spoke.

"Well, I must say that I'm used to your husband looking like that but it's a first for me to see you looking so out of your depth." The curly haired male began and after he pushed his scarf out of the way before it got blew in his face due to the icy wind, he gestured to the way that Jessie was holding herself. Needless to say she sat up straighter right away. The man continued, showing off a teasing but gentle grin. "Are you looking to get frostbite out here? Speaking of your husband, your mouth is starting to go as blue as his hair."

Jessie continued sitting straighter up, her arms going back around herself. At first upon hearing these words, her eyebrows instinctively arched. That was her reaction when she heard her body language being studied by a stranger. After a few seconds, however, she relaxed when she realised it was not a stranger. It was Rupert. It was James' Uncle and much trusted therapist.

The magenta haired female had yet another reaction and Rupert and I both watched it. I believe, though, that I was the only one to notice that she thought of some words but didn't bother to say them. And I knew what words she was holding back – as well as why. For once, she didn't correct for her husband over the fact that his hair was lavender, not blue.

Anyhow, before her withdrawn expression could linger or it could be mistaken from standoffishness from Rupert's perspective, the dog that he had on a lead suddenly jumped up at Jessie. I was busy being quietly observant – like the curly haired male often was – so it gave me a bit of a fright! I almost tumbled off the bench. I wondered if it was this that gave the female ex-rocketeer a laugh or it was the white and wire haired creature trying to bury its face in her lap. Rupert's next words were certain to give some amusement as well.

"Hey hey, girl; stop that." He automatically uttered and gave his dog on a lead a gentle tug but after he saw Jessie breaking into a bit of a smile and shaking her head, reassuring him that it was okay and giving his pet a stroke, he grinned a little more himself. Rupert tugged on the dog's lead once more and spoke, not even intending to amuse. "I thought I was special? I thought you only did that to me. Now I'm feeling really used."

And with that, while I edged away from Jessie on the bench to give her some space with her seeming new friend and recovered from my near tumble, Rupert let go of the lead in his hand and encouraged his wire haired creature to give Jessie even more affection. After the dog continued wagging her tail and jumping up and lapping up every second of attention for a good few moments, the magenta haired female looked up at Rupert and spoke through a smirk. That was her way of apologising if she came across as distant before.

"She still loves you plenty, don't worry. She just thinks that I can warm her up or something which is impossible because I'm freezing my butt off here." Jessie responded and the white haired dog stopped burying so close to her and tilted her head at her, as if she truly understood. The female ex-rocketeer rubbed her knuckles on the top of her head all the more for that.

You can imagine that Jessie actually said another word in the place of "butt" but because I had been so used to being in a hospital environment at that point, my brain automatically heard it as something else! I wondered if Rupert felt the same way and then I scolded myself. There was no way. He may have been quiet and thoughtful and looked a certain way but he had as much as a rebellious streak as his great-nephew, James.

And speaking of the lavender (not blue) haired male, as I too thought of him, the curly haired male took the opportunity to comment more on the things that he had seen. Once again, he pushed his scarf away from being pushed in his face as he invited himself to sit, seating himself on the bench between Jessie and me. He commented subtly, his hand moving to stroke his beard while Jessie's were occupied with petting his dog.

"Yeah, it is a cold one that we're having." He began, his hand dropping from running along his jaw and wrapping his arms around himself, much like Jessie had been doing before. He tried to glance down at his knees casually but found himself giving her glances. "Unusual for you to be out here. Are you feeling apprehensive of going into the hospital?"

Upon hearing this, Jessie stopped so enthusiastically rubbing the sides of the dog's body and almost as if she remembered what she was being distracted from, she slowly glanced over at Rupert. Her eyebrows arched all over again. To tell you the truth, mine did as well and I tilted my head towards him from the other side.

He was an insightful fellow. It was understandable why he had ended up in the profession that he was in by how quietly understanding, thoughtful, deep and wise he was. That's exactly why I was giving him the look I was giving him. He usually understood people's feelings and their motives on the first try. It was strange of him to be wrong. But I thought a little harder. I soon got the impression that he was only saying that to try and understand the real answer. Clever.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Jessie was clever too. But in a vastly different way. While she resumed petting her husband's great-uncle's dog with the same affection, her arch browed gaze lingered a little longer. She looked at Rupert. She titled her head towards him. That was all she needed to say. He chuckled.

"You're right; I'm sorry. I don't need to observe you right now. I won't." he told her and he told her sincerely – it wasn't in a way to keep on doing what he was best at while her guard was down. And to prove this, he held his hands up genuinely and left me to hold his dog's lead in between my paws. I sort of enjoyed it! "It's just nice to see you. And I'm sure Misty will enjoy the extra visitors."

"I'm not going to see her; I'm going to see James." Jessie suddenly responded out of nowhere and I think her retort surprised herself as well as Rupert. Her tone came out matter of fact and still rather unreadable. It was a quick tone but not necessarily an abrupt one. It simply was exactly what it was. Like the life circumstances we had all been facing lately. Momentarily, she cleared her throat when she felt Rupert's laid-back gaze on her. She felt the need to clarify. She looked down. "I mean I think I am. I don't know. Maybe I'm kidding myself. Maybe I'm kidding myself sitting here – in the cold. Maybe I don't intend to go at all."

The magenta haired female chuckled at the end of her sentences. I breathed out. I had gotten to know her in her younger days and in her Team Rocket days as sometimes a brash and abrupt and thoughtless woman. Though she was driven and passionate and innovative too, she could often brush people the wrong way. She most certainly brushed me the wrong way on a good few occasions!

But over the years, she had softened. I wouldn't like to say that she had mellowed because she still possessed her fiery qualities and rightly so. She was just a lot better at being selfless and communicating and choosing better crowds to be involved with. And I felt lucky to have seen and appreciated some of her softer moments as well. And that was one of them.

Like the curly haired male had said himself, he usually saw her husband rather forlorn and thoughtful because they talked through a lot of his worries. It was unusual for him to see his wife in that position. But you could tell he almost liked it. He didn't thrive on the vulnerability of others; he just admired the strength it took to be open. And he certainly had a knack for making people talk and perhaps it was his quiet gaze. After Jessie saw it, she uttered more words.

"I don't want to sit here and let loose on the details of problems between James and me for your sake." She began and then she paused. She chuckled again. I thought that it was almost out of place but when she briefly stopped stroking the wire haired dog to pick at her nails, I thought it was very telling. So I continued listening. "And maybe for my sake as well. I'm still not sure how I feel about talking about your problems. Sometimes it doesn't help."

I glanced over at Rupert but he had a bit of a small smile on his face. He was nodding. His livelihood and his whole career were based on people talking about their problems! Yet there he had someone wondering if it even helped at all. And he was nodding? That was Rupert. That was the man that I had gotten to know as Rupert. He was incredibly open-minded. That most certainly was a typical Morgan trait. However, he made it his own way too.

The curly haired male stopped nodding and took the lead out of my paws. And out of kindness, he took his scarf off himself and draped it on my body. I edged nearer to him. I was finally much more content to be sitting on the cold bench in Kanto!

Rupert went back to nodding his head and looking at Jessie and after a few more seconds passed, he answered. Not until after he had scratched his beard one more time, though.

"If you want to talk, go ahead and talk." James' great uncle offered and I thought that it was wonderful that he said these words. But what I thought was more wonderful was the words that he didn't say. He didn't bother to say that it was fine that she didn't talk if she didn't want to. He knew that that was obvious from the nice air that was between them.

Jessie nodded her head, going back to making a fuss of his dog for a couple more seconds. When she looked at Rupert next, she shrugged. And when she looked at him after poking the wire haired creature on the noise, she breathed out. She kept a composed look on her face. But anyone who knew her better than most could tell how conflicted she really was. And her next words only proved this.

"Do you ever feel like you've gotten a handle on life and then all of a sudden it decides to throw you a whole other mess?" Jessie started and Rupert didn't even have to nod. His eyes twinkled and she understood. I openly nodded. Yes. Life was like that for almost everyone. So she continued. "Things have been crazy lately… This whole thing has been so scary with Ash and Misty and their baby. And in the middle of it James and I are…" she paused. She tried to say it but a part of her couldn't. She wanted to look away but made herself look at Rupert. She almost felt like it was disloyal to talk about the troubles that she was facing with her husband. But she felt in a safe space too. It really was yet another conflict. And then she concluded with more to make one think. "And then there's he and Lynne."

I exhaled out my nostrils. To contrast this, the magenta haired female seemingly held her breath. The curly haired male was the only one to verbally react. After he let out a quiet and very much knowing "ah" sound and slowly nodded his head, he tilted his head to Jessie all the more. His hazel brown gaze didn't offer sympathy; it offered far more than that. It gave permission to feel whatever and say whatever. But it was Rupert's turn to speak. He had a rather matter of fact question on his mind.

"Are… Are you angry?" he asked and though he knew exactly what he wanted to ask – and it was what he came out with – he still spoke thoughtfully; leisurely. That was just how it was. Such a simple question could easily lead to a complex answer filled with various and conflicting emotions. But despite all that, Jessie had a quick reaction. She shook her head. Understandably, the words took a fraction longer to come.

"I'm not angry, no. I don't think I'm angry." She started and it was after she had uttered this that she gave herself some space to think. As she looked down and cupped the dog under the chin with one hand, her expression changed multiple times. She flicked through many emotions. I saw the boisterous Team Rocket member in her. And I saw the caring woman too. She finally settled on her expression with a sigh. It was a loud sigh. "I knew this would happen. When we proposed that we should be separate for a bit… I knew that if Jordan proposed the same thing then this would end up happening. I'm not surprised. I prepared for this. So… So why am I so in shock?"

Rupert looked over at Jessie. I had always had a soft spot for him and after he kept me warm while he made the magenta haired female feel heard, I definitely felt that way about him! I got the impression that he was rather boring and unattractive to most. But he was charming and intriguing in my eyes. He could say a lot with his eyes. He wordlessly encouraged Jessie to continue talking and so she did. She finally stopped petting his dog and picked at her nails as she admitted.

"I've always known what James is like, you know? He always has the ability to surprise me yet at the same time, I feel as though I know him more than anyone. It would be a nightmare to be wrong about him – to be wrong about how much of a good person he is. But it is somehow even worse to be right about him. About what he wants. About what he needs. And about the choices he makes…"

That time, the blue orbed female didn't even need to gaze back over at Rupert and ask him why he thought that was. In between listening, he had been preparing a response from the first time that she asked that question. And when it wordlessly came up again, he knew that he had to address it. He swallowed and thought about his words carefully before he said them. Then when they were out in the open, he uttered them wholeheartedly.

"Maybe… Maybe it hurts that you know him so well. Because what you have is really wonderful and really unique and it works. And even though things were intense for you withholding a marriage in between the rest of the mess that is life, you know that you can't not be together. And maybe it hurts that you decided to momentarily call it quits. Because it's bought to life a whole other mess."

"Maybe." Jessie responded and as she responded, she responded with a slight laugh. And even though she tried to hide it – even though she tried to blink them away – there was a slight misty and near tears quality to her eyes. I softened. Her one word to Rupert had been ambiguous but I believed that he had hit the nail on the head. He hadn't graduated top of his class in psychology for nothing.

He edged closer to Jessie on the bench and encouraged me along with them so I could keep as warm as possible. I really liked that. He pushed his curly locks out of his eyes and he sighed. It was quite a loud sigh for him but it didn't feel out of place. It proved that he empathised and felt the heaviness of the emotions along with whoever was opening up to him. He had more to say.

"He is a unique and enigmatic and almost fluid person, that James. I know what you mean about being surprised by him. He's surprised me many a time. I believe that he is a good one so I don't think that you need to worry about that. He's just very capable… He's capable of anything really." Rupert opened up about the person that he had gotten to know as his great nephew over the past few years and I was left wondering when Jessie shook her head, laughing slightly all over again. It was soon explained to both the curly haired male and I.

"It's not just that." Jessie started and that hazy quality to her eyes returned and so I stopped trying to figure things out. I began to let them unfold. I wondered if Rupert was doing the same thing as me but I wondered even more so whether or not he could actually switch that observational side of his well and truly off. The ex-rocketeer let out a bit of a shaky breath. Nevertheless, she poked the dog's nose a second time. "Who he is is not the problem. It's just figuring out whether that can actually coincide with a family environment. And on top of that it's figuring out… Why do we keep hitting the same problems?"

While Jessie looked over at Rupert potentially more seriously than I had seen in my life before, her husband's curly haired great uncle had a greatly contrasting expression. Though he nodded his head empathetically, he showed off a bit of a smile. He explained that smile while running a hand through his hair as the winter wind blew.

"Someone once told me that you will keep hitting the same problems until you resolve them for good." Rupert suggested and even though I vowed not to do it, I couldn't help but wonder if that was something he liked to say but it sounded better saying it was from someone else!

Jessie breathed out. At first, they didn't necessarily hit home. Perhaps they would at a later time. Either way, you could tell that she had heard them and was absorbing them for a later time. Maybe she was too busy figuring out her next answer. Understandably, lots of thoughts and feelings had been whirring around her brain for the last couple of days.

While Rupert's white and wired haired dog quietly rested her chin on Jessie's lap, the magenta haired female's fingers went to each other and played with each other. She uttered softly. But she still somehow possessed the driven qualities of the person that I used to know.

"I don't remember too much of what my Mom used to say to me but I know that she always made sure that I knew that every person had two sides. A good side. A bad side. A past. A future…" Jessie told us all and Rupert keenly listened, his eyes fixed on the younger female. She continued. I tried to remain in the state of none of these things. I tried to remain in the present and listen. "She said we must embrace both in someone we love. And I tried… I do try. And I do. I love your nephew. And I know he loves me… It's just not that simple."

And that was the moment that the curly haired male stopped being the counsellor to Jessie's client. That was the moment that the curly haired male stopped being the great-nephew in law to Jessie's great-uncle in law. That was the moment that he stopped being removed from the problems and the emotions, though he understood the entire time. That was the moment that it all hit home for him. He had been there in his own life and in that reality. His gaze reminded Jessie this. His dark hazel eyes told Jessie this.

She remained quiet and then after his dog moved to rest her head on his lap instead while the magenta haired female briefly patted his shoulder. And after that, she knew it was okay to speak once more. She knew that Rupert really did understand. She knew how it ended for him. In her heart and even at that point, she knew that she didn't want it to be that way for her and her own relationship.

"It's not just about James and me. When you have a family and you have kids, it stops being that simple. For good or for bad or fortunately or unfortunately – who can know? But when you make a choice within a family, you make that choice for everyone. And not everyone is going to agree with it."

And like how Jessie's prior words hit home for Rupert, those words hit home for me. I didn't know if I managed to keep my gulp silent. I think that I didn't because the older male pulled me closer. I swallowed a second time and that time I knew that it could be heard. I watched as the dog's ears pricked up.

My best friend had made a choice. Ash had made a choice to run away when his new-born daughter was born and it had left his wife in a terribly vulnerable state. It had left his wife in an unconscious state. He made that choice. When he made that choice, it was up to him to decide the fate of his actions. And one couldn't help but wonder. Was a choice really a choice when it took away the choice of others?

James decided to get intimate with Lynne after separating with Jessie and Jordan separating with Lynne. He made a choice to act on something that was no doubt an act of love and sincerity on his part but could be deciphered as many other different things from other perspectives.

I looked at Rupert and I could see that as he was nodding, he was thinking about all the other Morgan family members and especially the children. But after all of their faces flashed over his mind and different notions of their reactions bubbled in his imagination, Jessie had more words to make us think about even more things.

Her arms wrapped back around herself and as the winter wind began to irritate her eyes, she shut them. She exhaled. I knew that it was to hide from the vulnerability. And of course Rupert figured this out as well.

"And there's Misty too." Jessie resumed and though she spoke in a composed tone, as soon as I heard the orange haired female's name, my head turned. I wish that I hadn't looking back but in that moment in time, I blinked. My mouth hung open as well. It caused me great surprise to hear the following words. And I think that Jessie knew that that was going to happen. I was one of the reasons that she shut her eyes. "She… She's been through enough. Everybody is going to have a lot of different reactions – they already do – and that makes my head spin. But Misty is the one that matters. I mean…"

The magenta haired female found herself getting stuck on her words. She still couldn't open her eyes but mine were wide and focused. And though I had seen that particular member of our group change so very much, in that moment I saw a flicker of the brash person who just didn't know what to say. I softened more than ever. I edged closer to Rupert. But it was because I wanted to be near to her.

The curly haired male softly put his hand on her shoulder. Jessie's eyes fluttered open. This is what gave her the courage to be loud and proud with her words – like she also could be. That encouragement was from Rupert but it came through me. She shook her head. She came out with a short sentence – a question – but it said everything.

"Hasn't she been through enough?" she asked and as her eyes fluttered open while she rhetorically asked her husband's great uncle, mine shut. They watered. And it wasn't because of the winter wind. Yes, Misty had been through enough. She too had made mistakes in her life but it made me emotional that it was the magenta haired female out of everyone to be concerned about her wellbeing. I wish that Misty had been up and out of the hospital to hear that. But I knew that I would be sure to tell her. Or when the time was right, perhaps Jessie would.

I didn't know if Rupert knew the ins and outs and the ups and downs of everything but there was a high chance that along with everything that Jessie was saying, he understood everything that she was not saying. His hand slipped off her shoulder. But he continued nodding. He breathed out. He thought of her words. He thought about which part of her words to address. After a couple of seconds he chose. And he spoke.

"Kid… You just gotta worry about yourself, okay? A lot of people are going to have a lot of different reactions and you are right about that. It's nice that you're concerned. Especially about Misty. But you can't change how people feel. You can't change people."

I saw Jessie relax when Rupert addressed her that I hadn't really seen in her before. Then again, she didn't really have a family member around on her side to guide her and reassure her and assist her. That was why if she gave up on James or he gave up on her it would be such a massive loss. They shared family. And not just the one that they created together.

But pushing all of that aside, the female ex-rocketeer listened to the insightful male's words and she breathed out. That chuckle threatened to come back but she managed to swallow all of that. However, she smirked slightly as she looked at Rupert. She shook her head. That time, she didn't hide it when her eyes pricked with tears.

"You can't change people?" Jessie questioned and straight away, Rupert just shook his head and smiled. The magenta haired female's smirk evened out to that same wistful smile. She asked again, her eyes filling up all the more. "Then what can you do?"

The curly haired male missed a bit. Rupert missed a beat to pat Jessie's hand and after he did that, he had an answer for her. And it was one of the most sincere, meaningful and gentle pieces of advice that he had ever given in all his life.

"You love them anyway." He told her with his own head shake and once again, his hand reached out to pat her hand. And it lingered there. Jessie breathed out. Jessie swallowed. At the advice, slowly but surely her tears began to fade away. And in its place was a quiet bit of enlightenment.

It was true that she couldn't change anything for anyone. She could only change things for herself if she worked hard and had the right perspective. And even if things didn't go the right way in her mind, maybe that was for the best in the grand scheme of things.

Would things work out for her and James? Only time would tell. But more importantly, would things work out for her and James and Lynne and Jordan altogether too? And on top of that, would Misty have the strength to embrace even more of reality? Once more, only time would tell. We could hope with all of our hearts. But things would only turn out the way that they were meant to turn out.

Fortunately that day and sitting on the bench, while the early evenings of winter started to roll in and Rupert's hand remained on Jessie, I was shown that hoping for things to turn out right wasn't all lost in it all.

Like Jessie and me hadn't noticed Rupert in the park noticing us – history repeated itself once again. None of us had noticed that someone else had noticed us and they came towards us. They lingered there, much like their great-uncle had done. But unlike the curly haired male, they didn't speak at first. They didn't speak until their presence was clearly noticed. And when it was, Rupert stood straight back up and picked his dog's lead up all over again. He left his scarf draped on me.

"I should probably get a move on and go see Misty instead of sitting here with Jessie." Rupert began with that same grin that he had started all of our reactions with. And after James just smiled at him, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around the younger male and squeeze him. The family members embraced. Rupert spoke. "Let's see if I can bore someone else with my advice."

Absentmindedly, the lavender haired male shook his head against his great-uncle as he joked and after they pulled away, the curly haired male lingered for a little while before saying goodbye to both the lavender haired male and magenta haired female. He observed James talking to Jessie. James' hands went into his pocket but he looked over at his partner in crime, his head tilted just a fraction.

"I should have known that you'd find a solace here and with Uncle Rupert. See? Even in times of mass separation, we're still birds of the feather. We still know each other quite a lot." James commented and Rupert just smiled. I did too. Of course I did, I still had the warmth of his grey scarf!

That time, Jessie missed a beat. She didn't smile at the lavender haired male. She just looked up at him. She arched her eyebrows. She couldn't help but comment, her hands going down to stroke the white haired dog for the last time before Rupert took off.

"Well yes we do know each other quite a lot. Me knowing you very well is what got us into this whole mess, James." Jessie retorted and while both of the Morgan relatives' eyes widened (airily) and let out a very similar "ouch" noise, the magenta haired female couldn't stop her eyes twinkling.

James breathed out. Rupert lingered. James' hands slid out of his pockets. He stood in front of Jessie, looking down at her. He looked down at her and looked right at her. He told her with a shake of a head. His own eyes glinted.

"You are the least down to earth person I have ever met, you know that?" he asked the magenta haired female and her hands moved away from the dog. They moved into her lap. She shrugged. And then she nodded her head. James did too. And then Rupert did as well.

There was a moment when the lavender haired male almost glanced at his uncle for permission to take his seat. The curly haired male gave him a glance and a back pat to show that he didn't need that from him at all! He smiled at him. He smiled at Jessie. He smiled at me. He waved goodbye for good.

James turned around and watched his well-loved family member go. And then he turned back again. He went back to looking at his partner in crime; his head tilted just a fraction. It was then that he noticed that the mother of his children's head was tilted back at him. And it was then that he knew that he didn't need Uncle Rupert's permission. He was getting Jessie's.

And so, the male ex-rocketeer sat down next to the female that he had known the longest. He untangled his own scarf. I remained in the warmth of Rupert's. The two adults glanced at each other, not saying anything. And then it was that the quieter of the two took a chance.

Like his curly haired uncle before him, he reached his hand out on top of Jessie's. And after they simply looked at each other and remained silent – after a few more moments passed – slowly but surely and second by second, they let out a quiet sigh and looked away. But as they did that, their fingers became entwined.

They didn't say anything. They didn't need to say anything. They just sat in silence – they just sat in comfortable silence – and they just were. They knew that if things were meant to be then they would be. They had been caught in such craziness and unexpectedness and unforeseen circumstances later that it felt almost good to have something in their lives to just let unfold.

And though it didn't do any good to hope – things were going to turn out however – I couldn't help but think that it was a good thing that I hoped. It was always a good thing to have a little bit of hope.

I hoped that Jessie and James could make things work. I hoped that Jordan and Lynne could as well. On top of that, I hoped that Jessie and James and Jordan and Lynne and Misty too could all go back to how things were.

But they didn't. They didn't go back to how things were. They got even better. There was a lot of confusion and disagreements and conflicting emotions first but after that, everything settled. But that was okay. After all, life is all sunshine and showers, isn't it? And you can't appreciate the sunshine without the showers. And in Jessie and James' case, they appreciated each other more once other people got involved.

And needless to say, one of those people was Rupert. Perhaps his talk with Jessie was instrumental to the future of everyone. He certainly had an open mind and made it natural for people to follow suit. He was certainly an asset to our group. And I look forward to telling you more about all of their stories all together.

The End.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I remember that this chapter flowed well for me. It's a difficult situation when you're not surprised about something happening but still hurt by it. It can be confusing. James and Lynne finally being intimate with one and other was obviously the beginning of their journey towards an actual relationship. But it definitely happened at quite a sticky time. So yes, there are some likeness towards how things happened for them and how things happened with Justin and Katie. Of course, James and Lynne make it work! But like anything, there's difficulties before that. But luckily there's people like Rupert there to help make sense of things in the mean time. I adore his character and can't wait to delve into more of him :3 Thanks again and I will be back next Wednesday with another chapter so see you then!

AmyBieberKetchum signing out :P