I'll follow you

By Jadesfire2

Summary:  told mostly from Growlie's pov.  Also from Jessie's.  Jessie and James 
got in a fight and were separated, and Growlie needs to get them reunited before 
Jessibelle comes.



Growlie's point if view


I had been walking, running, hiding in the back of trucks, whatever for about 
two weeks.  It was long and hard, but I had to find my master before SHE did.  
That awful woman, Jessibelle.  Always causing my master misery.  And now she 
left the mansion, gone out to track him down.  He told me to stay with his 
parents, so I did.  I'm an obedient pokemon.  But after that woman left the 
mansion, I left too.  I had to warn him.  I am a loyal pokemon above all.

It took a while, but I finally made it to Jhoto.  A while later, I finally 
caught on to the scent.  In was at what looked like an abandoned campsite.  
There were rocks circled on a burnt up piece of earth, where a campfire had 
been.  And the leaves had been cleared from the forest floor in that area.  It 
was so faint, but smelled something familiar.  It wasn't my master, but it was 
close enough.  Hanging lightly in the air was the smell of perfume and roses.  I 
knew that smell.  It was that of the red haired woman that my master had gone 
after when he had left home.
I tracked her scent, for my master didn't wear perfume so he wasn't as easy to 
sniff out after a long time had passed.  I ran down the road for a long time, 
and didn't slow down till dark.  But I still plotted along, her scent getting 
stronger, until I finally found her.  The red haired woman.  She had a face like 
Jessibelle's but they were obviously differn't people.  I did not know this 
woman, but if my master liked her I would not question.  I am a loyal pokemon.   
She was asleep under a tree, inside a red sleeping bag.  She was troubled by 
something.  I can tell about these things, pokemon have a good sense of human 
feelings.   
I sniffed the air, looked left and right with no avail.  Master wasn't here, the 
woman was alone.  I decided to wake the woman, she would know where he is.


Jessie's p.o.v.


I had been having a nightmare, but I didn't want to wake up for the dream was 
real.  James had left. I was alone.  I was unsettled, and usually I'm a deep 
sleeper so I must have been unsettled or else I wouldn't have heard a whine near 
my face.  Still half asleep, I rolled over and whatever it was that had whined 
seemed excited and barked and yipped and licked my face.  I was shocked and I 
jumped up and opened my eyes.  Jumping around my knees happily was a Growlithe.   
This shocked me considerable so I gave a yelp.  The dog pokemon jumped back and 
then ran up to me again.  I considered stealing it.  But then I noticed its tag.   
	I bent down to look at it, and the growlithe stood still long enough to 
let me read its name aloud with shock, "Growlie!?!"

It had slept with me the rest of the night, and as I walked on I noticed it was 
trotting at my heels.  It took me more time than it should have to realize what 
it wanted.  It wanted James.  It thought I could take it to him.


Growlie's pov


I trodded at her heels happily.  I would find master, surley!  Now I just needed 
to find a way to ask this woman where he was.  She finally looked down at me, 
and with a long heavy sigh she asked, "You want to know where James is, huh?"  I 
barked happily in reply, but her expression sadden a bit.
"He's not here...I don't know where he is, and I can't look for him," she said.  
Her eyes were clouded and she just stared straight ahead, "You should look for 
him, you're his."
Now there were two things that happened.  The first was that a gust of wind came 
up behind us and blew a familiar scent into my nose.  My Master was close by.  
But the other thing that happened, was as I was about to bark for the woman to 
follow me to James, I looked up and she was crying.  Silently, she had tried not 
to cry, but she was.   
I didn't know what to do.  My loyality to my master was pointing me back the way 
I had come, when the part of me that was the pokemon spirit, told me to comfort 
this girl.  I looked at the road, the woman, and the road once more before 
turning to the red head who was still walking down the trail, tears streaming 
silently down her face.   
My master must have cared about her, if he had left me for this human.  I never 
question my master's judgement, and I saw how happy he was when he pulled this 
girl into that giant balloon.  So I decided that something was wrong if they 
were apart.  Though I could not see my master, I was sure he was sad as well; 
maybe even crying like the poor red haired woman.  I would fix things.
And still the part of me that is a loyal pokemon told me to go to my master, but 
I needed to know what had happened.  I didn't want my master to be in pain.  And 
for some reason, I felt an attachment to this woman as well.   
She is important, I decided.  Because my master loves her.  And because of that, 
I will follow her.  And I will lead her to Master James.