"The Greatest Trial" Part II

	And so they were on the run again. But this time they weren't chasing some boy
and his Pikachu. They were running for something else. They were running for
their lives.
	Where to? They weren't sure. Not to the Orange Islands, they knew that cops
would be swarming the place looking for them. But they couldn't help wondering
if being honorary citizens would get them anywhere in that one town. Funny they
couldn't even remember its name now. And they couldn't go back to anywhere even
near where the trial had taken place. To be near there would be suicide, even
more so than the crime scene itself.
	They didn't know where they were going, but they knew they had to find
something different than their old Team Rocket uniforms.
 From the kindness of the girl who had stopped them in the courtroom, James had
gotten some some-what baggy jeans and a green shirt, which really brought out
the color in his eyes.
Jessie had commented stiffly that he looked almost handsome, but James could
tell what she was really thinking, and tried to hide a grin. Instead, he said,
"Yes, well… I really don't think green is my color,"
He was amused by the look on Jessie's face.
Jessie had gotten short khaki shorts, and a sleeveless dark blue shirt. She had
also combed her hair so instead of curving the way it normally had; she was able
to put it in a ponytail. A very long ponytail. 
She insisted that James did something different with his hair, but James
stubbornly said that he liked his hair just the way it was.
They had one plan, and that was to find a boat and get away. In another
direction from Orange Islands, they knew they would find another chain. A chain
without it's own pokémon league, and yet pokémon were as popular their as they
were in the rest of the world. This is where they were going to escape… no one
knew them there. They had never been there. It was perfect.
Running from Celadon wasn't an easy thing either, even in their simple
disguises. After they had gotten away from the courthouse, and away from the
girl who had helped them's house had helped them, they only had a map and a
direction to follow.
	It was late, and the stars were out. They tried their best to stay in the
woods, and avoid main roads. Everyone would be after them when they found out to
murderers were on the loose.
	James, as all ways, tried to be optimistic, even though he was feeling other
wise. He sang softly a song by The Steve Miller's Band called "The Joker," until
Jessie told him to shut up before someone heard them.
	Secretly, after a while, Jessie wished she hadn't because the silence was even
worse than the quiet, "I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight talker," ever
was. James did have a good voice… maybe her nerves were getting the best of her.
	After almost fifteen minutes of both of them saying nothing, Jessie finally
murmured, "I wish they hadn't taken Meowth from us,"
	James nodded. "They'll let him go when they find us not guilty though…"
	There was another long pause, as they made their way over a fallen tree.
	"And James… what if they don't find out we didn't do it? What if we're on the
run forever… until… until someone catches us? And then… well, puts us to…"
	"Don't think about it," James said sharply.
	And so Jessie tried not to.
	And after a while, she heard his voice again:
	
"Some people call me a space cowboy
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
'cause I speak of the pompitus of love"

	Jessie smiled. Why was she being so negative anyway? They had been on the run
before, and she knew that they wouldn't get their way, but it all ways turned
out all right. And they were all ways able to try again. After a while she
joined him in the singing, and it took their minds off the cold, and the long
walk. She even laughed, when James sang (rather loudly), "I really love your
peaches, wanna shake your tree!"
	Before they knew it, they were sitting on a hill out in the open watching the
sunrise. The hill over looked the port to Cinnabar Island. They had come a long
way in one night.
	"Where are we supposed to go now, James?" Jessie asked her partner, the fear
gone from her voice.
	"We should go… West. We need to follow the coast," James said sure of himself.
	"No, I mean… aren't we going to sleep and eat?" Jessie said looking at her
partner oddly. It wasn't like James to forget about food.
	"Oh… yeah… I AM kind of hungry… but who are going to take in a couple of
murderers for lunch?"
	Jessie laughed, "You're right, James! It would sure be… Chansey!"
	James sniggered. "No fair stealing my puns," he said. He took a deep breath,
and looked over the hill.
	"Camping out again, just like all ways… the only question is where we're going
to get food," Jessie said.
	"Same way we all ways have when we were in a town where we were wanted, I
guess," James sighed.
	"No… we don't have any disguises this time," Jessie said. "What are you doing?"
	James was looking through his bag. "They'll never catch us!" he laughed
maniacally. He pulled out some lipstick and other make up. 
	Jessie stared for a moment. "James you actually think…" and then started
laughing. 
	James looked at her stubbornly. "Well, I think that you look different with
your hair like that… why not change your look a little more? And mine too,"
	Between laughter, Jessie managed, "I just DARE you to borrow one of my bras and
stuff it!"
	They both laughed at there own cleverness, and Jessie fixed her makeup, and
helped James with his cross-dressing.
	Jessie put on a pink lipstick instead of the usual bright red, but let James
have that color. She outlined her eyes totally differently, and with the new
clothes and hair and makeup, no one would be any the wiser.
	James did end up taking Jessie's suggestions… all of them. He borrowed two hair
ties, and put his hair up in pigtails. With lots of red lipstick, and green eye
shadow, Jessie assured him that he looked perfect.
	And after a quick double check in the pond, they both thought they looked
different enough to go down to the city and find a nice crab bar, and get some
lunch. "It's amazing what just a little make up can do," said Jessie, still
laughing at James appearance.
	They walked down the hill, and into the town. Here they saw a wanted poster of
themselves, and an Officer Jenny telling some people about how they had escaped.
But she looked them right in the eyes, and even smiled. She didn't realize it
was them. She wasn't expecting them to have any way to pull off one of their
famous costumes…
	They walked into the crab shack, and sat down at a table in the corner.
	In a few minutes, the waiter came. He was tall, and handsome, with somewhat
messy brown hair, and sparkling brown eyes. He smiled at Jessie, and then
goggled at James.
	Jessie tried not to laugh, and James turned a shade of pink.
	"Hello, ladies," he said, winking at James. "May I ask what I can help you
with, and if you may, your names?"
	Jessie glanced up, and said, "My name is Millie,"
	"And how about you, pretty thing in pig tails?" the waiter asked.
	"My name is… um… Andria," James said awkwardly with his high girl voice.
	"And my name is Steve," said the waiter. "So nice to meet you, Millie and
Andria. Now what can I get you to eat?"
	"I'll have some shrimp," 'Millie' said with a small grin.
	"And I'll have some fried fish with a donut for dessert please," 'Andria' said.
Millie gave him a sharp jab in the chest. "Err… I mean… forget the donut, just
fried… catfish, please," Andria corrected.
	"Yes of course, it will only be a moment," Steve the Waiter said.
	As soon as he was out of hearing range, Jessie glared at James. "Just you
reconsider ordering a donut! What kind of idiot do you think he is?" she lowered
her voice to a whisper, "The police are after you, they'll be tracking you… they
know everything about the both of us, including our favorite foods! We can't
give them the slightest lead, not the slightest!"
	James grinned a little. "Sorry," he said very softly.
	A few minutes later, Steve returned with their orders, water for Millie, and a
Shirley Temple for Andria.
	"Fixed up something special for you, Andria, it's on the house," Steve said,
giving Andria another wink, before walking off.
	Jessie was beside herself. "I think we did a little TOO good of a job, they're
supposed to be looking at me!"
	James flushed. "Well, next time I have to be a girl, be sure to make me look
ugly!"
	They ate their lunch slowly, even though they were both absolutely starving.
Jessie reminded him that they didn't want people to think they hadn't eaten in a
while, and people might get suspicious.
	They had some time to talk about what they were planning to do, in hushed
voices. They were going to go west along the coast. Hopefully, when they reached
a point where they couldn't go west anymore, they would find a boat, or someone
to lend them a boat. And to the islands they would go. They would find a small
one, and stay there until they found out that the real crook had been caught.
How long could that be? James estimated that they would be back home in a
month's time, and Jessie agreed. 
	And then they started talking about Meowth. They missed him, though they would
never admit it. James voiced the opinion that he felt very sorry for him having
to be all locked up and alone, and that he couldn't be running away with them.
	Jessie nodded, allowing her rarely-seen-but-always-there sensitive side show a
little. "I hope they're treating him okay,"
	There was a long silence. 
	James then began to talk about Giovanni, and wondered if he had heard about
them, which should have gone unsaid because everyone knew that Giovanni always
knew what was going on.
	Jessie motioned for him to shut up when she saw Steve returning to take their
checks.
	"Hello again," said Steve. "I can take your checks now,"
	Jessie shoved some yin across the table, and said, "tip's in there,"
	Steve said, "Thanks," gruffly, and then turned to Andria. "Look babe, if you
ever wanna you know… go out or something sometime… would you like my number?"
	"No sir I…" James felt a sharp pain when Jessie kicked him. "I… have no
objections! Hehehe… I can't give you mine though, dear, I… I'm always on the
run, you know. Rarely home…"
	"Oh, I understand," Steve said, scribbling his number on a piece of paper. He
then leaned over to give Andria an affectionate kiss on the cheek, but James
stood up quickly, causing him to kiss air.
	"We really should be going," said Jessie, nervously. She was red, but not
nearly as red as James.
	Steve noticed this and took it as a good sign. "Well, bye then…"
	They tried not to run away from the place too quickly, but they couldn't
exactly help it. As soon as they were over the hill again, and out of site,
James expressed his opinion loudly that he didn't like cross-dressing. But it
didn't exactly matter, because Jessie was laughing so hard.
	James removed his make up, and let his hair back down.
 	Jessie didn't bother to change her appearance; she really didn't care.
	A gust of wind blew a shiver through James' back, as they walked away from the
port… 
	Jessie wondered if she would ever see this place again. Some music was playing
in her mind, some beautiful music… she closed her eyes, and could hear the cords
on a piano somewhere, and the sound of a guitar… it seemed so familiar, so
familiar that she couldn't understand why she didn't remember the name of the
song she was listening to… but somehow, she could all ways think of it, like it
had been a song she had known her whole life. And for some reason it always
calmed her down when she was stressed.
	Over the hill in the thick woods, James and she set up camp. All they had was a
sheet of tarp that they hung over a tree branch for a tent. They supposed as
they went along they would eventually get more materials…
	The ground wasn't hard, so near to the beach… it was just a little sandy. It
was a little strange sleeping during daylight hours, but they knew they had to.
They would travel by night, eat in the early morning, and sleep the rest of the
day until it was dark…
	It didn't take James long to fall asleep on his bed of sand, but Jessie stayed
awake a little longer, listening to a bird in a tree before finally drifting
off… to a night of sleep… but little rest. The dream would not allow her any.