Epilogue: Back in the Balloon


Four hours later, the balloon was drifting over the treetops of the forest as the occupants scanned the ground for any sign of Team Twerp. The transport had arrived at Base Camp Delta to pick up Annie about 3 hours ago. She had climbed into the back of the transport quietly, only nearing a state of panic when Jessie or James would get too close to her for comfort. She had settled into a seat without a word, ready to begin her trip to the Orange Islands, and glaring through the window at Jessie and James with the utmost of fear mixed with loathing.

Immediately before leaving, the driver gave a package to James from Giovanni. James had opened it curiously, and found a new White Rocket uniform inside with a note that read: Remember: You are NOT a Red Rocket. The Boss. James had been all too happy to get out of his red uniform and change back to his old White. It felt like being with an old friend again. He promptly left that horrid red thing in the gym and turned to leave with Jessie. They had climbed a ladder on the side of the gym to the roof, stepped into the balloon, and taken off.

Now, Jessie and James were scouring the woods for Pikachu as usual… or at least, Meowth was.

"Jessica, thank you… you risked your life to save me." James said.

Jessie smiled back at him. "It was nothing. Hell, I was just coming to kick your butt for not calling." Jessie said with a wide grin.

James reached for her, and the two held each other for what seemed like forever, finally kissing each other as Meowth turned away from looking for Pikachu long enough to make a mocking gagging noise at the sight of the two kissing.

When the kiss ended, James still held Jessie, his arms wrapped around Jessie’s waist. Jessie sighed contentedly and placed her head against James’s chest.

Suddenly, a thought struck her… "James?"

"Yes, Jessica?" James asked.

"I- I- well, I need a little favor." She said quietly.

"Anything, Jess… you name it." James replied

"Well, what with this pay cut and all… can you spot me a few bucks till pay day?"

James chuckled and nodded with a grin. "Women." He thought to himself.

The balloon glided on its way, the occupants still searching for Pikachu from the skies. James looked around the basket. There was his hard but beautiful Jessie, the tough gangster cat Meowth, and his own wonderful Weezing whom he had already showered with praise and thanks for a job well done. A general sense of amazement was in the air as they each realized that they had once again managed to land on their feet, and that, at least for the moment, all was right with their world once again. But one thought crossed each of their minds; how long would it last this time? THE END