Disclaimer: I do not on Pokemon…!

I just wanted to write a little story before the clock hits 4 AM. I'm not tired ;A; I want to write about how Pokemon is so different now… and I shall follow it in my lovely Meowth's POV, but not first person. I love Meowth, he will always be a favorite of mine~

Meowth looked at Jessie and James as they plotted yet another way to capture Pikachu. He sighed and sat on the floor. Things where so different now. He could hardly recognize his partners anymore. They weren't as silly or goofy as they were before. Things seemed a lot more boring now. He crossed his arms across his chest and stared at his teammates with his big eyes. Before, things were different.

Jessie, James, and himself were a lot more of losers then. They would get beat up by Ash and the other twerps, and they would blast off. It would hurt. To feel the electricity ripping through his body and leave him burned, and then explode and fly off to only Arceus knows where and crash into the ground. That hurt more like anything else. Still, Meowth found himself missing it. The worst part was, he didn't know why, It was like when you had that Houndour puppy and it hated you. You would always fight with it and it would bite you, maybe you'd bite back. But when your mom was about to take it away you cry and beg her not to take it away.

Why would you miss something you hated? Some people might say the phrase "you never know what you've got 'till its gone" would fit. But no, what was so great about exploding? Now they seemed to much more professional. They wore new clothes and could hop from tree to tree like ninja. They could get away before being Thunder Bolt'd. Meowth couldn't see why he would miss blowing up when it hurt so much, when he hated it so. He always wanted to get away before that happened! Now they could, but Meowth never found it satisfying. It wasn't right, but he didn't know why.

A breeze ruffled the Pokemon's fur and he stifled a sigh. The wind that flew through his fur when they would blast off was oddly refreshing. When he and his team would cry out "We're blasting off again" was something he found hard to let go of. He had gotten so used to it, he had blasted off again and again over 600 times. It was like something that happened everyday. And now he had to let go of it. Meowth found change a bit hard to cope with, and it agitated him. He stared at the sky, missing the times when he would be up there. It looked so welcoming he just wanted to jump into the air and remember what it was like again.

Since when was I such a softy? Meowth pondered. He was the tough part of the team! He was the smartest He was the best. At least, that's what he felt. The cat Pokemon looked back at Jessie and James. Did they miss the times when they were weaker? When they ere the total idiots of the world? No. Now they were tougher and smarter! Why would they want to be the losers again? Not even Meowth really wanted that, it was just that he missed the old times.

Why did the Boss send them to Unova undercover and stuff anyway? Meowth didn't know that Giovanni even considered them useful. Why send those idiots Butch and Cassidy over? They always seemed more useful anyway. As much as Meowth wanted to deny it, he had to face it, Giovanni could have sent anyone but them to Unova and accomplished a lot more. But where would his team be without chasing the twerps around trying to catch Pikachu?

Speaking of the twerps, Meowth thought, What happened to that Kanto one? He was always with 'em except once. Did they send 'em away or some'tin? The Pokemon pushed the thought away. He didn't really care.

"Meowth, don't just sit there, get over here and help us!" James snapped, turning his head to the feline Pokemon.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'," Meowth spat, walking over to him teammates, who where sitting down a few feet away, plotting. The forest they were in was a good place to plan, it was calm and easy to think in.

"You guys, didja ever miss blastin' off?" Meowth asked suddenly as he sat next to them.

Jessie looked at him with a serious glare. "Why would we?"

Meowth shrugged and looked at a tree a few dozen feet away. "I was just wonderin'. There's been a lot of change lately, and I can't help but keep feelin' these waves of nostalgia."

James stared at him, also with a serious face. "You'll just have to get used to it. Its fine. Now we're stronger and we can catch Pikachu! We've even beaten that twerp in a battle already!" He looked confident, his eyes sparkling.

Meowth looked at him. "This ain't even fun anymore. It ain't the same as it used to be. No more blastin' off, no more of you's two bein' goofy anymore. I just miss the old times, the wind blowin' in my fur when we blasted off, and that thing we'd always say when we blasted off. Everything is different now."

Jessie huffed. "Just get used to it, Meowth."

So that's what they felt like. They didn't feel the same way as he did. It just wasn't something he could explain. "But what happens after we finally catch Pikachu?"

James and Jessie both seemed to be thrown into a fantasy world at that question. "We'll give him to the Boss and be famous afterwards! The Boss will really appreciate us then!"

Meowth scowled. "But won't you guys miss chasin' the twerps around and tryin' to catch Pikachu?"

James and Jessie looked at each other. They looked at Meowth and sighed.

"I guess you're kind of right," James muttered.

Meowth sighed. He kind of didn't wanted it to end. Maybe he would miss chasing Pikachu around. Maybe deep down, he wanted to be a loser again so that he would never succeed and they could chase Ash around forever.

Maybe that wasn't what he wanted. Maybe he just missed the old times. Maybe that phrase really did match his situation. He missed his silly team, he missed being four steps behind Ash at every moment, he missed blasting off with Jessie and James. They had new personalities, and to his horror, so did Meowth. They weren't even Jessie and James anymore. He wasn't Meowth anymore. He missed his old Jessie and James, the stupid ones.

They were all new people. Meowth stared at the sky. Where did the past go? Where did Team Rocket go? This wasn't his team. He didn't know who was what and what was who anymore. Without the goofiness of his team and the blasting off, it didn't feel the same. Without the rhyming song and the white uniforms, it didn't look and sound the same.

Oh Team Rocket….

Where did you go?