The information about Jessie from here on out is mostly from my opinion, because
I don't know as much about Jessie's past as James. But if you see any major
errors in my interpretation, please e-mail me, and for crying out loud, let me
know! JuliaTeamRocket@aol.com


	It started with just the song. The soothing melodies of the piano against the
sweet sounding guitar like a knife through butter. She heard more of the song
than she ever had, but it simply faded out, and she never heard how it ended.
She never did. Nor did she hear the beginning. She just heard the middle.
	"This will never work." Said a voice that was familiar, but she knew she had
never heard before, even in this dream…
	"It has to work! I have a family to feed!" Said another voice. It was the same
feeling, except this one sounded so much more close to her, in a way…
	Her sleep became deeper.
	"It's good, but no one would take low class people like us seriously."
	"But my girl, she…"
	"You'll have to forget about her, I can't let you do this."
	"What? Who…"
	There was a blood-curling scream.
	And then the sound of a baby crying. Then she heard the sound of its mother
sobbing. But Jessie couldn't see any faces, she could just hear them talking.
Still it sounded so real, like it had happened before.
	
She suddenly woke up. James was shaking her shoulder.
	She glared at him. "James, what are you doing?"
	"Trying to wake you up!" James said annoyed.
	She secretly thanked heaven that he had done so, because the dream had been
painful. But she would never admit that. "James, you idiot! We don't have a
whole lot of time to sleep, how are we supposed to…"
	"You were screaming," James interrupted. He placed a hand on her cheek, and
dried a place where tears had been.
	Jessie shivered. His hand was freezing.
	"You were crying, too," James said. "You had me worried, what's wrong Jessie?"
	Jessie didn't feel like telling James anything right now. "Nothing, James!
Look, the sun is still out, we should be asleep. Please keep in mind that we
didn't have a whole lot of time to just hang around and chitchat. We can talk,
but only when we're moving, do you want them to catch us?"
	"No," James said. "But that's why I woke you up. You were screaming," he
repeated.
	For a moment, Jessie was almost about to thank him. But instead she rolled over
on her stomach. "Go back to sleep, James, I'm fine."

	But she wasn't. The Dream returned. This time no different than the last. When
it came to the part when the screaming, and the crying, she felt it inside of
her. A kind of lurching in her stomach. She wanted to wake up, and she wanted to
find out what would happen all at the same time. But once again, James nudging
at her shoulder awakened her.
	She wasn't mad. 
	"It's time to go," James told her.
	She looked up at the sky. The first of the stars were coming out. 
	"Oh," she said, and got up. "What's that?" she asked, when she noticed James
had a piece of paper folded in his pocket.
	"What's what?"
	Jessie blinked. "That piece of paper in your pocket."
	James gave her a strange look, but reached down in his pocket and pulled out
the paper. He unfolded it, and announced with surprise, "It's a map!"
	Jessie grabbed at it. "That girl gave us more help than we thought!" 
	She looked it over. She pointed to a point on the map. "There's cycling road.
And there's Lavender Town, I think. We must be here, right next to that small
port. Yes, that's exactly where we are! Oh James…" she looked at him joyfully.
"Do you see what I see?"
	James looked at her, and said, "I've never been one to really notice anything…"
	"I know that!" Jessie said, in such a good mood, she didn't' whack him with
anything. "I'll tell you then. If it took us one night of traveling to get from
here to here, then we could make it to the west shore in a night's travel too,
if we hurry! Maybe tomorrow, we'll be sleeping in a boat with real beds… and
food in the cabin…"
	"What if we only find a canoe?"
	She kicked him in the shin. "Don't rain on my parade!"
	James groaned. "Sorry, Jess…"
	"Now lets go!" Jessie said in a much more cheerful mood. "I'm ready, I'm…"
	"Jessie?"
	Jessie looked behind her at James who was looking at her with worried eyes.
"What is it, James?"
	"While you were sleeping… was it a dream?" he bit his lip.
	"Of course it was a dream, James…" she smiled a little, and said gently, "Don't
be worried for me, it was just a nightmare."
	James didn't look convinced, but said calmly, "Okay, I believe you."
	The moon was almost full, and it was a very clear night. The only sounds were
chirping of bugs. To any other teenagers, it would have seemed like a very
romantic night. But Jessie and James had known each other for so long, and were
so close to each other, a romantic thought didn't cross their minds. 
	"What are we going to do about costumes next town?" Jessie asked her partner.
	"I'm not being a girl!" James said immediately. 
	Jessie put her hand in her pocket as she wondered what they would do when her
fingers curled around another piece of paper. It was a package of some kind. Her
curious hands felt around and found another one. She removed them, and laughed,
figuring out what they were, and what the girl expected them to use them for.
	James looked over his shoulder, and raised an eyebrow. "Is that… it is!
Kool-Aid! We won't have to starve for so long after all! Let's find some water,
that ought to keep us…"
	"No, James!" Jessie said sharply, pulling the packages out of his grasp. "We
aren't going to eat this. Do you notice what flavor they are?"
	James blinked, and looked at them. "Yes. One is lemon, and one if tropical
punch, and those were my favorite flavors as a lad…"
	Jessie shook her head. "I didn't say that right… the colors."
	"The colors?" James asked curiously. "Yellow and green."
	Jessie put them back in her pocket. "Or more accurately, a blonde color and a
teal… haven't you ever heard of dyeing your hair with Kool-Aid? With our Rocket
uniforms on, and with a little bit of changes in our hair, we could look just
like…"
	"Butch and Cassidy!" James finished, and chuckled. Then he stopped. "I WOULD
HAVE TO CUT MY HAIR!"
	"Small loss," Jessie said. "So would I. No big deal. It'll grow back."
	James stared at her. "I don't WANT to cut my hair!"
	Jessie glared at him. "Then I'll have to cut it for you! Do you want to get put
to DEATH?"
	"No…"
	"Well, neither do I!" Jessie said putting her hands above her head in
exasperation. "If we're Butch and Cassidy, we could probably get a boat easier
too. And they aren't wanted, they've all ready been put into jail several times
before, know one is expecting them to try anything big so soon after an arrest…"
she laughed to herself.
	She looked at James, and put her hands on her hips. "I don't want to dye your
clothes, James. We might as well wash them, anyway… we have to find a lake with
fresh water."
	James finally gave in to cutting his hair. He asked mournfully how long the
color would last, and Jessie said she didn't know, but it probably not long. He
then asked how long it would take to grow his hair back, to which Jessie replied
sharply, "James your hair grows faster than bread mold! Your practically having
to cut it every two weeks, you should be more worried about my hair, it took me
years to get it that long!" 
	After a few hours of walking, they came to the river they were hoping for. 
	"Well…" Jessie said, kind of awkwardly, "I suppose we should… erm… take off our
clothes…"
	James flushed. "Yeah, well, we'll still have our underwear, nothing worse than
when we're at the beach…"
	"That's true," Jessie said nervously. "But not gawking!"
	She stripped quickly, and as casually as she could, and tossed her khakis and
shirt in the lake. She shivered, because it wasn't that pleasant to be outside
near water in the middle of night in your underwear.
	James was mature about it, and did the same. He tossed the jeans and green
shirt in the lake, and they floated next to Jessie's. He shivered. He heard
Jessie laughing, and he turned his head. "What?"
	"What are THOSE?" She asked still laughing.
	"What are… what?" James asked turning a little pink. He looked down. "These
boxers?"
	"YES!" Jessie said laughing hysterically.
	James smirked. "I have team spirit!"
	They were white with little red 'R's all over them.
	Jessie was still chuckling to herself, when she realized that they had thrown
the map and the Kool-Aid in the lake. "OH CRAP!" she yelled loudly, realizing
their mistake. "James, we forgot to empty the pockets!"
	James turned white. "You're not expecting me to…"
	"Get in that water right now!" she yelled.
	James groaned, and waded in the water. His teeth chattered. "I'm freezing…" he
said when he reached where their clothes had drifted. He reached into his
pocket, and found the soggy map, and in Jessie's to find the packages of
Kool-Aid. The map was wet, but it wasn't that bad, and as soon as it dried it
would be fine. The Kool-Aid was also fine; thank goodness they hadn't opened it
yet. He crawled back to shore.
	The water was as cold as ice that stabbed into his back like so many little
needles or knives. He came out onto the sand, and fell into it, shivering.
	"James, get up!" Jessie snapped. "You're getting sand all over you!" James got
up, and sat on a rock. He tossed Jessie the map, which she hung on a tree branch
to dry. Then he handed her the Kook-Aid.
	"You sit there," she said, "dry off… where's that bag of yours?"
	James pointed, and Jessie walked to the duffel bag that had the only things
they possessed in the world inside.
	She opened it, finding James' pocketknife. She shook her head. "This won't do…
do we have any scissors?"
	James nodded, and said, "You have some fabric scissors in there somewhere. You
know the ones you use to repair the balloon with?"
	"Oh yes, I remember," Jessie said, finding her sewing kit. Inside was a pair of
sharp scissors that would work perfectly in cutting James' hair.
	"Now just sit still!" she said. She also found a small container that they used
when they were camping out to hold water. She filled it, and walked over to
where James was sitting on the rock. 
	He was still obviously cold, and uncomfortable. "Don't feel so bad, in a second
you'll be doing this to me," she said, and dumped half of the water into his
hair.
	James gasped, and winced as the cool water ran down his back. Jessie opened the
tropical Kool-Aid, and poured the powder on his head. She scrubbed it in like
soap, and soon his hair had turned that color after several minutes of hard
scrubbing. 
	"Almost done!" Jessie announced, and dumped the rest of the water on his head,
mixing it in, and finishing the process. James made an annoyed noise, and then
went to go look at his reflection in the lake.
	"MY HAIR!" he yelled. "My perfect blue hair…" he moaned.
	"I always thought it was purple," Jessie said, as she pulled him back to the
rock so she could cut it like Butch's.
	James bit his lip. "There should be a law against destruction of perfection…"
	Jessie grinned an almost evil smile. "That's what I used to say to Meowth. But
Meowth isn't here. And it's only temporary!" She made the first snip, and some
of James' silky hair fell down into their bag. ("We can use this later, we'll
think of something") 
	"Ugh…" James moaned again. 
	"Stop your wining," Jessie said, cutting some more. 
	In a few moments his hair was ear's length, just like Butch's. Jessie combed it
and parted it in the middle of his head. 
	When she was finished, she said, "You look perfect! Now go back in the river,
bring back your clothes, hang them to dry, and start on my hair!"
	James looked at her like he was going to collapse. She nudged him off the rock,
and sat down.
	He walked back to the river, all hunched over, feeling awful about the currant
state of the world. He waded in the water again, retrieved the clothes, and
walked back. He tried to smile at the fact that he was about to do the same
thing to Jessie, but took little pleasure in it.
	He filled the container again, and walked to up to her. "Where's the Kool-Aid?"
	Jessie looked up at him and winced imagining James totally ruining her hair. He
took the water, poured, and then followed with the Kool-Aid, and poured again.
Her hair wasn't as shiny, but she was a blonde. And after a few moments, the
shine did return.
	"Did it work okay?" Jessie asked softly.
	James nodded. He got Jessie's scissors. Jessie looked at him nervously. "You do
know how to handle those, right?" 
	"Of course," James said casually. He parted her hair down the middle, and
pulled a little in front of her face. The first section in front of her face, he
cut off very completely from her forehead down. 
	He stood back, and looked at her, and grinned, holding her several feet of hair
in his left hand.
	Jessie looked stunned. "What are you doing??" 
	"It's just that I've never seen you with bangs before," James said, putting her
hair in the bag.
	Bangs. Jessie had forgotten. 
	James searched through the bag for Jessie's Super Ultra Strength Industrial
Hair Gel, and put some in his hands, rubbing them together. He worked on the
left section first, making it stick out in the right direction, and then took
out the scissors, and cut her hair into the three-pronged fork style that
Cassidy had.
	Jessie's eyes darted around nervously, and nearly screamed when she heard James
laughing to himself.
	"Oh my gosh, James, what have you done?! Is my hair ruined for like?!"
	James shook his head. "This hair… with it like this sticking out, and half
done… you look like Sailor Moon on a bad day."
	Jessie was not amused.
	James casually walked to the other side and did the same thing to the right
side.
	He walked around her and looked from all sides. "Perfect!" he said.
	Jessie ran to the lake, and looked down in astonishment. He wasn't lying. "It
is…" she mumbled. "How did you do it, James? I didn't know you knew how!"
	James looked at her with a perplexed grin. "Yeah, of course I do, I have lots
of practice. It was one of the things Jessebelle taught me; she said it was
necessary to know…" he sighed. "Well, for once, I'm glad she did teach me,
because you look exactly like Cassidy!"
	Jessie saw something else in the lake that made her moan. The reflection of the
sun coming up in the water.
	"We didn't make it, James, it looks like a whole other day of traveling for us…
and no food either!" she put her head in her hands.
	James tried to be optimistic. "Well, we look just like we need to look! And it
was well worth it, and I'm sure I can catch some fish before we go to sleep!"
but inside, he too was crying.