Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic][Pokemon] Part 2: A Pokémon Fairy Tale!
From: "Califf, Jennifer" <jcaliff@nsai-petro.com>
Date: 6/22/1999, 10:59 AM
To: "'ffml@fanfic.com'" <ffml@fanfic.com>

Part 2 of 2.  Enjoy! 

Jennifer

jcaliff@nsai-petro.com       http://www.topher.net/~jcaliff/iserlohn.htm

Part Two!!  (Sorry, couldn't fit it all in one e-mail.
 Please read part one first! - DM)

* * * * *
"Dear, I'm worried about The Boy."

Prince James' father looked up from his paper. His
wife sat down next to him. She was very upset, he
tell just by looking at her.

"What has our little rascal done now, dear?" he asked
in a light and merry tone of voice. Somewhere behind
him, a laugh track began.

"Oh, nothing at all dear. I'm just worried. He just
sits by his window everyday and sighs. When I asked
him what was wrong, he said he was waiting for his
Fairy to come back with someone to rescue him
from this desolate prison and free him from the
control of his psychotic parents."

"Ohh, boys will be boys dear," said Prince James'
father with a sile. Suddenly, it turned into a frown.
"However, I'm not sure I like this Fairy talk." After
a minute, he brightened considerably. "I know! Why
don't we send that pleasant young woman upstairs to
play with him. They seem to get along so well."

"You mean Jessiebelle, dear?" asked Prince James' mom
sweetly.

"Yes, dear. I think it would be a good idea. They play
so nicely together. Jessiebelle!" called Prince
James' father. A pristine, dignified young woman
walked softly into the room.

"Yes, suh?" she asked sweetly.

"Jessiebelle, dear, we were wondering if you could go
upstairs and play with Prince James for a while.
He seems so sad." Prince James' dad shook his head and
smiled at Jessiebelle. "Why don't you two play
that game you're so fond of! You know - the one with
all the leather?"

"Yes, suh!" exclaimed Jessiebelle enthusiastically,
rushing out of the room. The King and Queen of the
household continued to sit quietly together, reading
the paper. Suddenly, they heard a loud scream
coming from upstairs.

"NOOOO!! NOT YOU!! STAY AWAY!! DAD!! MOM!! I HATE YOU
ALL!!"

"Ohh, isn't that sweet, dear?" asked Prince James' mom
of her husband.

"Oh ho ho, yes, dear. Kinda reminds you of when we
were young, hmm?" The two of them chuckled merrily,
listening to the sounds of breaking furniture,
cracking whips, and muted screams.

* * * * * *

"Whooa," said Brock suddenly. 

"What's wrong?" asked Jessie, only slightly concerned.
She was more worried about the second trial,
which seemed to be heading their way.

"Bad Karma. I think Prince James is in trouble. We
gotta get to the estate, fast!"

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" growled Jessie. "Now
let's see. I can't beat him in a pok�mon battle. No
matter what I do, something stupid will always
counteract it." She closed her eyes in deep
concentration. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers.

"What are you going to do?" asked Brock. Jessie just
shook her head and walked across the field. She
got no less that one foot away from Ash. He seemed a
little surprised by this, but held his ground.

"Ready to fight me again so soon?" he asked with a
smirk. Jessie said nothing. She just stood there.
After
a minute, she smiled, a twisted, evil smile. She
pulled back her arm and slugged the boy in the
stomach.
He fell to the ground, unconscious.

"I win!" said Jessie with a smile, turning to flash a
victory sign at Brock. She took off at a run to the
next meadow. The Pok�fairy walked slowly over to where
Ash was laying on the ground.

"Now why didn't I ever think of that..."

* * * * * *

Jessie ran along the trail to the next meadow.
Although she would never admit it, she felt the "bad
karma"
Brock had mentioned as well. It really disturbed her.
All that she knew was that she had to get to the
estate and she had to get there now. As she approached
the third meadow, the sight that she beheld
caused her to skid to a stop. Behind her, Brock
slammed into her back and looked over her shoulder.

"Oh dear God! NOOO!" screamed Brock, clawing at his
eyes. "I can't help you, Jessie! It's too painful to
look at!" He collapsed in a fetal position and sobbed.
Jessie didn't say a word. Her eyes filled with tears
and she clasped her hands together under her chin.

"They're so... so..." whispered Jessie, smiling
brightly, "CUTE!!"

In the meadow was every form of cuteness ever made.
Pikachus chased monokas. Cabbots frolicked
with gubabas. Big-eyed funny animals danced jigs and
made speeches on environmental awareness.
Bubbles, flowers, and hearts floated everywhere.
Pinks, pastel blues and greens, and sunny yellows were
the predominate colors. Everything seemed to be
singing cheerful songs. It really was enough to make
any grown man cry. Jessie couldn't help but stare at
the adorable scene. ~I could stay here forever...~ she
thought dreamily. Suddenly she shook her head.

"Dammit! We gotta get out of here before I go SD,
Fairy Boy!" Jessie picked up the still immobile Brock
and charged across the field, kicking bunny rabbits
and shoving ponies out of her way. Finally, they
reached the trail beyond the meadow. Jessie collapsed
in exhaustion, dropping Brock unceremoniously in
a heap next to her on the ground. After catching her
breath, she slapped him a couple of times.

"Ohhh," groaned Brock. "What happened?"

"You fell victim to the cuteness," explained Jessie.
She reached into her bag, pulled out a brush, and
began fixing her hair.

"I remember..." whispered Brock, shuddering. He looked
at Jessie curiosly. "How did you manage to survive?"
he asked.

"Simple," replied Jessie, looking at her reflection in
the mirror. "I just remembered that I was cuter!"

Brock looked at her for a moment, then calmly stood
up. Finding a suitable tree, he nodded once to
himself, then started bashing his head into the trunk
over and over again.

* * * * * *

"Nice place. How do we get in?"

Jessie and Brock stood at the entrance to Prince
James' parent's estate. It was really, really, big.
Standing
over eight stories it height, it dwarfed other
mansions easily. Just looking at it felt expensive.

Brock looked up and pointed at a window. "That window
is open. We can scale the side of the building
and enter through there. Then we can - " Brock stopped
when he realized Jessie was no where in sight.
He turned around and saw her standing by the front
door. She reached over and opened it.

"Let's just go in this way, okay?" she said sweetly.
Brock grumbled something to himself about a lack of
dramatics.

Jessie found herself speechless when she entered the
estate. Within the main hall alone, she was fairly
certain she could fit at least three of her houses.
Every step she took was echoed back at her many times
over. It was late afternoon outside, but in here, it
was dark - much darker than she had expected. The
place seemed strangely empty. Standing still in the
center of the room, she held her breath, listening for
any sound in the complete and utter silence. 

"AHHHHH!!! GET IT AWAY! GETITAWAYGETITAWAY
GETITAWAYGETITAWAYGETITAWAYGETITAWAY!"

The scream shattered the silence, quickly accompanied
by the sound of someone running. A figure
practically flew down the grand stairs at the end of
the main hall and slammed ungracefully into Jessie.
They went down in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Get offa me!" cried Jessie, pushing the decidedly
male person away. She looked up to glare into the face
of whoever would dare to attack her. Her breath caught
in her throat and she began to chew her lip.

He was very beautiful, that much was certain. His blue
hair hung gracefully around his face, a small
strand falling right between his eyes. He was slightly
flushed from his run down the stairs and his deep,
rich green eyes met her own and held them. He panted
slightly and continued to hold her in the same
position as when they had fallen.

"Excuse me," he whispered softly. All Jessie could do
was nod. Neither of them moved.

"Ohhh Princey!! Come back and let Jessiebelle cheer
you up some more, honey!" Jessiebelle darted
down the stairs, dressed in a tight ringmaster's
outfit, a whip in hand. She skidded to a stop, anger
flaring up in her eyes. 

"How DARE you make time with my honey, you floozy!"
yelled the woman. Jessie and James broke eye
contact and straggled to their feet. Prince James ran
around behind Jessie, grabbing her waist and using
her as a shield of sorts. Jessie didn't notice. She
was fuming at the other woman.

"Floozy! You DARE to call me a floozy!" She turned and
looked over her shoulder. "Hey Fairy Boy!
Who is the reject?" Brock motioned Jessie and Prince
James into a huddle on the far side of the room.

"Okay, here's the deal," began Brock. "First of all,
it's POK�fairy. Second of all, Jessie meet Prince
James. Prince James, meet Jessie." They waved at each
other. Brock nodded once. "Now, this is the
next trial you'll have to face."

"What?" asked Jessie, angry. "You said I only had to
go through three trials!"

"Maybe trial isn't the correct word..." reiterated
Brock. "More like... Boss Level Monster."

"She definitely a monster..." muttered Prince James.

"Who is she?"

Brock looked over at Prince James who only shook his
head. "It's my parents idea of a 'playmate.'
They're crazy! She's crazy! She has this thing for
leather!" He grabbed Jessie's arm. "Please! You have
to save me! I'll do anything!" he begged.

"After what she called me, you don't have to ask
twice," growled Jessie. She turned to look at Brock.
"Okay, Fairy Boy, how do I defeat her?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. But I can give you some
advice!" exclaimed Brock. Jessie put her hand to her
forehead. This was getting ridiculous.

"Nothing is ever easy, is it?" she asked softly.

"Nope!" replied Brock cheerfully. His countenance
suddenly became more serious. "This is what I can
tell you. Ignore what you hear and accept what you
see, but above all, do not believe." Brock paused a
moment.

"How very cryptic," remarked Prince James.

"Great, just great," sighed Jessie.

"Hey!" yelled Jessiebelle, causing all three of them
to look in her direction. "This isn't battle by
committee! Come over here and fight me, you hussy!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" growled Jessie, taking a step
towards her enemy.

"You heard me, you slut!"

"THAT'S IT!!" yelled Jessie. She screamed a battle cry
and launched towards Jessiebelle.

Brock grabbed a stunned Prince James and dragged him
into a corner on the far side of the room. As a
loud *thwap* rang out across the room, both of them
winced.

"That had to hurt..." stated Prince James. Brock only
nodded.

"How did they get into that position?"

"I don't know. I didn't know a person's body was
capable in bending that direction."

"Neither did I. I mean, how can - oh damn. That is
definitely going to leave a mark."

"Ouch. She's gonna feel that in the morning."

Both Prince James and Brock swallowed hard. The battle
was surprisingly short. A few minutes later, a
slightly disheveled, but a triumphant looking, Jessie
walked out of the dust towards them. 

"Vic-to-ry!" she said with a smile, flashing a "V"
with her fingers. Prince James let out a cheer, which
Brock echoed a few seconds later.

"Thank you, Jessie!" cried Prince James, rushing over
to give her a hug, which she gladly accepted and
returned. The hug probably lasted longer than it
needed to. In fact, it probably would have lasted
longer
than that, had the resident Pok�fairy Princess not
cleared his throat a few moments later.

"Sorry to interrupt," said Brock, sheepish, "but I
think we still need to get out of here. Prince James'
parents could show up at any minute!" Reluctantly,
they broke off the hold.

"Well, if we're going to do this, let's do it right,"
murmured Jessie softly.

"Do what right?" asked the Prince. He seemed about to
ask more, but Jessie reached between his legs
and threw him over her shoulder.

"A heroic rescue!" she exclaimed, charging out of the
estate. Brock stood there and watched them go, an
expression on his face something akin to a smile,
while at the same time, similar to a look of hysteria.

* * * * * *

"The End," stated Jessie firmly, tucking the covers
tightly around James' brother, Michael. The hospital
room was quiet, save for the beeping of monitors.
Michael's Pikato hopped up on the bed and curled up
in a ball next to him.

"That was really weird, Jessie." replied Michael,
sleepily.

"What do you want on spur of the moment?" asked the
young woman with a smirk.

"Is this Brock guy really a fairy?"

Jessie smiled at the boy. "To be honest, I'm not
really sure. Probably not. But maybe."

"And is Ash really that sadistic?"

"No, I guess not. Although, he is pretty stupid."

"What about the girl? Dusty... Whispy..."

"Misty?"

"Yeah."

"Let's just assume she was in the Field of Cuteness
somewhere, along with that Togepi your Uncle
Meowth is so fond of."

Michael chuckled softly and rolled over on his side.
He scratched his Pikato behind its furry ears, then
smoothed the feathers of the wings on its back. "So,
what happened after they escaped from Prince
James' parents' estate?"

Jessie looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, Prince
James became just plain old James, since he didn't
have any money any more. The Pok�fairy Princess got a
job at a daycare center in Pewter City, having
become burned out after the last mission. Ash
continued to run along the meadows, surviving only
because of his good fortune. The Field of Cuteness is
now used as a form of capital punishment for
hentai offenders. Meowth remains in the forest with
his ball of string where he can not annoy anyone.
And Growly keeps the Evil Jessiebelle at bay so that
she can never harm anyone again."

"Aaannnd...?"

"And what?"

"Come on..."

"Oh!" exclaimed Jessie with a wink. "Jessie and James
became a world famous criminal team and lived
very happily ever after together. Now," concluded
Jessie, standing up and kissing Michael on the cheek,
"go to sleep, or your brother will have my head."

"G'night Jessie."

"Goodnight Michael."

Jessie turned around to walk out the door. Standing in
front of her, leaning against the doorframe with his
arms crossed over his chest was James, a smile on his
face. Jessie started to push past him, but he put his
arm around her waist. Together, they walked silently
down the hospital halls, ducking into empty rooms
every time they saw somebody. Sneaking out they way
they came in, they walked away from the
hospital, the cool wind blowing gently through the
late night air.

"You know," said James after a minute, "I don't think
I'll ever be able to look at that Brock kid in the
same way again."

Jessie chuckled softly. "Me either. It seemed natural
though." Jessie pulled out her keys and unlocked the
Jeep. James sat in the passenger seat, while Jessie
sat in the driver seat and fixed her mirrors.

"Of course, I do like that concept," replied James
softly.

"What, Brock a fairy?"

"No," replied James with a laugh. "I meant, 'happily
ever after.'"

Jessie leaned back against the seat and looked over at
James, smiling. "Me, too."

After a minute, she started the engine and together,
they drove out of sight.

THE END!!

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay, I lied. Michael was in this story. For those of
you who might not know, Michael is James' younger
brother ("But James is an only child!" I hear you cry.
Well, if you want Michael's parentage explained,
you'll just have to stay tuned and read "The Lifting
Darkness"). Michael has some serious health problems
and has to remain in the hospital. In order to keep
his spirits up, James gave him a Pikato - a cross
between a Pikachu and a Pidgeotto. If you're wondering
what that looks like, I have some lovely Fanart on my
page that you could look at. That's all! Hope you
liked it! C&C is always welcome. Flames are not!

DangerMouse, The Great Immortal
dangermouse42@yahoo.com
http://members.dencity.com/teamrocket42/