Neoshipping: Before Team Rocket

By: PiperSpoon13

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or the characters I just enjoy enhancing the back stories to my own twisted fantasy

Summary: Butch and Cassidy and how they ended up wrapped up in the crime of team rocket.

I couldn't believe our luck, of all the ex-lovers of my mothers we could run it to, not that I didn't feel bad for asking him. "Why don't you and your friend come in and Lilly and I can get you something to eat; you look like the starving kids on those commercials" he said inviting us in. "Lilly!" he yelled kindly to the kitchen. A thin woman in her late forties, peeked out in the room. Her hair was a dark red and was beginning to gray in some areas.

"Yes, dear" she said her voice was soft but not in a frightened like way. I was a bit shocked that he had re-married after the way my mother treated him, but who in their right mind couldn't love this man. He was the one who gave to all the charities and volunteered at pokemon centers and stuff like that.

"Can you make that dinner for four, no" he added taking another look at us. "Just go ahead and make it six" Jackson asked apologetically. She smiled and gave a nod before heading back to the kitchen. Jackson then looked at me and motioned us to sit down on his white leather sofa.

I shook my head. "But were covered in mud." I had taken off my shoes at the door and Butch followed my example

But Daddy Jackson shook his head. "Mud washes off, why don't I take those rain coats." Butch and I quickly sled out of the ponchos and handed them over. "Are you going to introduce me to your buddy here?" he asked with a similar gleam as the waitresses. 'I didn't introduce them. How could I of been so rude.

"Oh, Jackson this is Butch. Butch this is my Daddy Jackson" I said. Butch suddenly became really shy and stared at his brown and yellow stained socks.

"Nice to meet you son." he said handing a hand to Butch who kept his head down. I elbowed him in the ribs and he quickly took the hand shake. He must of felt how I felt at the dinner. That seemed so long ago. "So, young lady you have a lot of explaining to do starting with the real reason why you ran away." I had dreaded this question but I redirected it.

"What did they say?" I said irritated at the story I was about to hear; there was no way Kenneth would tell them what really had had happened.

"When I first heard you went missing it was in a newspaper; I subscribed to across the regain. I've been tracking your mother because I was worried about you. When she asked for a divorce, I even thought about trying for custody ,but my lawyer said I didn't have a chance. ' The mother hasn't done anything to disprove her character other than her love life, and that is kept away from the child. The child hasn't been left alone, so physical neglect isn't an angle and emotional neglect isn't strong enough to waver a jury to take a child away from her birth mother and give it to a man of no relation other than a broken marriage.' So I've been subscribing to the newspapers of where ever she was staying." he then walked over to a wooden bookshelf and pulled out a photo album and handed it to me. As a flipped through I saw the last two marriages my mother had Charles and Kenneth. I was hardly mentioned in any of them I finally reached a single picture of me, it looked like an death announcement but above it said missing, under had an article which I read allowed.

I finished knowing the information. "So how did you know I wasn't taken?" I asked curiously

"Simple. Look closer at the picture of your bed room." I stared down at the picture. "Right there" he said pointing at the window. "No grown up could fit through that window with a child and a suit case. Not to mention you were on the second floor. I read though the article many time before finding holes; no suspects your mothers marriage was barely know they had eloped the week before, and it seemed like the room had been trashed after the fact to begin with. Now Cassie what really happened?" he asked tears forming in his greenish- gray eyes.

"I had gotten home from school. It seems that being kind to others at that school is a bunch of crap if your not the same social class." I then explained about Butch and how we were forbidden to see each other even though he had been nothing but a gentleman to me. "Mom said I should be punished for my misconduct and Kenneth was the one that should do it.." I couldn't continue my word had started to crack and slow down to a complete stop. Butch who had stopped staring at his feet and focused on the album looked up and for the first time since we came in spoke

"The son of a bitch tried to raped her" Jackson and I were both shocked by his language but over looked it. After a long silence, Jackson tried to change the subject, and put on a see-though smile

"How that little Rattata I gave you ?" I reached for my poke-ball asking and let her out. "A Raticate?" he said excitedly "When did it evolve?"

That killed the slightly improved mood "She evolved to hurt him bad enough for me to escape."

" Lucky Lilly popped in with a smile, "Dinner" we were then led to the dinning room. It was homey rather than glossy like everything had been at home, on the table was...well some kind of casserole but Butch and I ate more than our share, despite the way it looked it was far better than tuna.

Jackson was the next to speak, "Cassie, as much as I would like you to stay, you can't. You see your mother.." I re-tasted the casserole spices at the graveness of his voice. "was killed two weeks ago at a party and custody of you was to go to her current husband" tears flooded my eyes; I still cared about her even if she cared little about me. He looked up to me like it was paining him to say this. "Kenneth. He has place warrants out for all your mother's ex-husbands saying they are the top suspects in your 'kidnapping'. It just a matter of time before they search mine. The only reason why I know this is I'm friends with Thomas, who's house was searched the other day, it's just a matter of time before they search mine. I never hated your mother even if she was a no-good-airhead and a neglectful-cheating-whore." we almost smiled the insult was dead on, but he frowned again.” I’m sorry but you and Butch can't stay" he then pushed back from the table.” I can help you out however, one moment." he left the table.

His wife who had been really quite the whole time then spoke. "You know he talks about you all the time." she said smiling at me. "He's a good man; I wish your mother could of seen that for your sake.

Jackson then returned to the table with a brown leather wallet and a paper sac. He then handed the wallet to Butch, "It was given to me by my mother, she's old with Alzheimer , and only recalls me telling her ten years ago I need a new wallet, so every year she has her nurse pick out the most elegant leather wallet and wrap it for my birthday. I haven’t the heart to tell her I have seven untouched leather wallets. Inside is five-hundred dollars." He then opened the sac. "Lilly and I had made a point to buy clothing for the orphanage every season, but we can easily replace the spring donation", he said, as he handed Butch a pair of Levi jeans a dark blue short sleeve shirt with graffiti designs and a brown zip up hoodie. He had wrapped what I assumed were fresh boxers in the jeans trying not to embarrass him. "These should fit you the bathrooms on your left." He then pulled out a pair of jeans a green t-shirt that had a tie-dye hearts all over it. and a purple zip-up hoodie, in the jeans was a package of bikini cut underwear, and a new bra. I found myself blushing a little. "I know it's lame dressing the same but we bought these at the same place and.." Butch stopped the conversation as he nervously stepped out of the bathroom.

"Thank you, sir" he said. It was far to obvious he was afraid of being impolite. He was carrying his muddy clothes in his arms. Lilly jumped up and handed him a Ditto-Mart plastic bag. After trying my new set of clothing. He handed us two puffy coats.” Where are you two staying"

"In a tent in the woods not too far from here" Butch said.

"Good, I want you two to stick together and don't bother getting a hotel room. The only hotels that except unsupervised children as customers are so dangerous you'd might as well be sleeping in alleys where all the gangs hang out." as we left I heard him say something to Butch that was hushed.” You will take care of her won't you"

"Always" he replied

I have to admit having five-hundred or so dollars in the back pocket of my jeans made me feel more vain, but we couldn't get careless; we had to live on this five-hundred dollars for how ever long it takes to find another way to live. We had stopped by a Ditto-Mart on the way back to our tent for some food and water, with winter setting in it was likely the lake they had been using will freeze over. Not to mention we should be finding some place else to go now that we had enough money we could stop preying on rich neighborhoods. by the time we got back to the tent the temperature had dropped drastically and even though the heavy coats, I felt my teeth begin to chatter. Cassie had wrapped her self tightly in the worn throw blanket. "Maybe sleeping bags weren't such a bad idea" she said though chattering teeth. I wanted to smoke but the wind was enough to kill my craving I ratter stay in the tent with our flash light lanterns thingies we'd been using. Cleaning out my bag to make room for the muddy clothes I found the bottle of whisky I stole those many months ago. "Is that what I think it is?" Cassidy said with a smile. "I read somewhere that alcohol keeps the insides warm."

"I think I did too, I saw something on TV" I said with a questioning smile as I prepared to open the bottle.

"What can it hurt?" she said trying to hurry me up. Once opened I took a large drink and swallowed hard and passed it to her. She did the same and made a wincing face as she swallowed. We continued to past the bottle back and forth and by the third swallow the alcoholic beverage begin to taste like a regular soda by the sixth Cassidy was giggling uncontrollability. When I pasted it back to her the tenth time she took a drink and kissed me hard on the lips before passing out in my lap. Knowing the same fate wasn't to far for me, I took a final drink and put it away. After laying her down on the hood of the coat, I laid down right beside her and a drunken sleep over took me.

The next morning I woke up, mid-day to a nice headache and Cassidy's puking outside the tent. I tried to sit up but the headache was so terrible the light from the sun made it worst and moving was unbearable. We laid around the tent all day.” Maybe sleeping bags are a better option to staying warm" I said once she came back in she just nodded laying down next to me again. The next morning we were fully recovered from our hangovers and begin heading west to who knows where. The weather was still cold , but had gotten a little warmer as the weeks of travel went on; the snow was starting to look like patches rather than blankets; however, our coats were still necessary especially at night. We had to finish the bottle the next icy night but there wasn't enough left to make us as sick as the first time. That winter the two of us got even closer we only used half the tent now ,and even though we both blamed our new found affections on the cold, I new there was an underline reason; I wouldn't let anyone but her snuggle up to me or see such a soft side of myself. We were together weather we were mature enough to admit it or not.