AN: So, I've had part of this story written for a very long time now. I needed to get it off of my computer and out there somewhere. I'm not sure if it's any good or if I'll even end up finishing it.

It's a future fic involving Team Rocket's Jessie and James. Not sure where I'm going with it yet. It may be slightly OOC and there aren't many mentions of actual Pokémon. I hope you enjoy if you happen to read it anyway!

Jessie tightened her scarf around her neck and wrapped her arms around herself. It was freezing. She was lucky she had the jacket and scarf that she had, but her legs were freezing as she only had a pair of sweatpants on, with sneakers. She tried to stick to walking in other people's footprints, but every so often her foot would sink into the snow, getting cold snow into her shoes. Her toes felt like they were about to fall off.

She looked up at the houses around her and realized she had walked into the upper class part of the neighbourhood. The houses around her were all huge, mansions really, with long driveways leading up to garages that no doubt held expensive cars. She sighed heavily, wishing she was lucky enough to live in one.

Jessie walked for what seemed like hours, but was merely minutes. She eventually found an empty bus shelter and decided to sit for a minute, even though she knew it would be better to keep moving if she wanted to stay warm. She sat down on the bench and pulled her legs up to her chest, trying to warm herself. She was shaking violently and hardly had the strength to rub her arms over herself. She looked across the road from where she was sitting, at a beautiful brick mansion. Like all the other houses, the driveway was long, starting at a large black gate and winding its way towards the house and around a fountain that was sitting in the middle. The fountain was turned off, but Jessie assumed it was beautiful in the summer. Again she found herself wishing, wishing her life hadn't turned out like it had. She became an orphan when she was small, she never knew her father, she had worked in Team Rocket for much too long, and now she was here. She thought back to her years in Team Rocket and smiled. They hadn't been all bad; she had shared them with great friends. But she hadn't seen those friends in a long time. She put her head on her knees and began to cry. Anything would be better than the life she was living now. She didn't even have a place to stay.

Jessie looked up at the house across the street from her again. Her tears were already starting to freeze on her face, and she wiped them away. She couldn't sit there anymore. She knew the people in the houses would probably send her away with disgust, but she had to try. She stood up and crossed the street.

She was surprised to see that the gate was not locked, so she pushed it open and walked up the driveway.

"James, dear?" the Southern accented voice called through the house. It gritted on his nerves.

"What?" he called back, looking away from the mindless television show he was watching. It was the only way to block out his wife.

Jessiebelle walked into the room, largely pregnant and frowning at him. "It's not polite to say 'what', dear."

James sat there, looking at her blankly, waiting for her to say something else. "The doorbell was ringing, but I was lying down so I couldn't get it. Go see who was there, will you?"

"Can't Harold get it?" he said, meaning their butler.

"He's left for the night already. It's late, dear," she answered.

He stood up from his spot and left the room without looking again at her. He went to the front door and swung it open. In front of him, small and scared looking, was a woman. She was wearing a plain brown jacket and had a scarf wrapped around her face. He saw that she was only wearing sweat pants and had running shoes on, hardly suitable for the weather. Her hair was short and red, and she looked to be about the same age as him.

"Yes?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Sir, I'm – I'm sorry to bother you," Jessie kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to look at this person in front of her, scared of the disgust she would see in his face.

"I'm sorry?" he said. "I can't hear you when you're mumbling, and why are you staring at the ground?"

Surprised by his words, Jessie looked up at him. He was tall and thin, green eyes squinting at her. His hair was a blue-ish colour and it was short, except for a few bangs that kept falling into his face. He was wearing simple black dress pants and a white dress shirt with a black tie. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"I – I'm just..." she hadn't rehearsed what she was going to say, and now she was taken aback by this man in front of her. He was tall, good looking, rich, and waiting for an answer. She was nervous. "I have nowhere to go and I was just wondering if I could maybe warm up inside, I'll leave as soon as possible of course but I feel like my toes will fall off if I stay outside any longer. I'm desperate," she blurted it all out in one attempt. She was staring at him, looking for that disgust she was sure she would see, but he didn't look outraged that she had asked, and he didn't look like he wanted to turn her away. He was staring hard at her though and it made her slightly uncomfortable. "I understand if you turn me away. I'm a complete stranger, asking to come into your home."

"I feel like I know you," he said suddenly.

Again, Jessie was shocked. "Oh, no sir, I'm sure we don't know each other. I would never be lucky enough to know someone who lived in such a beautiful home and neighbourhood."

He stepped aside and held the door open. "Come in," he said softly. Jessie could not believe her luck. He was asking her to come inside. She stepped inside the house and the rush of heat automatically made her feel better. She looked at the man again, not sure what to do.

"Take your shoes off and everything. I'll make a room for you in one of our guest rooms."

Jessie sucked in a breath. "Really?" she said, tears springing to her eyes.

He smiled and nodded, and started up the large set of stairs to the second floor.

That woman, she seemed so familiar, yet James couldn't put his finger on it. When she had looked him in the face, her eyes were big and bright blue, and she looked beautiful. He knew that Jessiebelle wouldn't approve when she realized this random woman off the street was going to be staying with them. She would assume the worst about someone who wasn't like them. But he didn't care, he trusted this woman, for some reason or another. She just needed a warm place to stay, and he couldn't turn her away. He was afraid what would happen to her if he did.

He made sure the guest room was tidy, but the bed was made and no one had stayed in the room for a long time, he knew the sheets and blankets were fresh. He made his way back down the stairs and saw her waiting for him. She had taken her jacket off and hung it in the closet by the door, revealing that she only had on a thin t-shirt underneath. She looked up at him and gave him a smile. He motioned for her to come with him.

There was the quiet sound of heels clicking on the floor. James swore under his breath but didn't bother to hurry; Jessiebelle would have to find out sooner or later.

Jessiebelle appeared in the doorway and stopped dead in her tracks. "Who is this?" she asked. Jessie saw the disgust in this woman's expression; she was different than the man. She knew right away that she wouldn't be accepted by this woman.

"This is..." he trailed off, he didn't know her name.

"Jessie," Jessie answered him.

James looked at her, mouth dropping open. He was speechless. Jessie! It was her. Standing right in front of him, and she obviously didn't recognize him a bit.

"Jessiebelle, this is Jessie. I'm letting her stay in the guest room upstairs. It's freezing outside and she has nowhere to go."

"We don't even know her! She's a complete stranger!"

James took Jessie by the hand and saw the look of jealousy in Jessiebelle's eyes, but at the moment he didn't care. "I'll talk to you about it later; I have to show our guest to her room." He pulled her hand and started up the stairs, Jessie following him.

AN: So, there's the first chapter. If you like it please review, it might tempt me to write more.