Author’s note: Let it be known that this fanfiction, aside from those characters already belonging to Nintendo, is mine. Anyone who uses it, or Indigo, without my permission, takes credit for my work, or rewrites my ideas and takes credit for them will have to deal with one pissed off author.
One more thing: This is a Mary Sue.
“Aaaiieeee!” Indigo screamed amidst the thunderstorm that was letting loose outside Team Rocket Headquarters. How could this be happening? This was the last place she wanted to be. Again. Why was her father making her do this? “Why, why, why, why, why?” With the last “why” she stamped her foot into a quickly growing puddle.
From the Headquarters entrance James, Meowth and Jessie stood, watching this tantrum, trying hard to coax the irate woman back inside.
“We’re not exactly thrilled about getting saddled with you, either!” Jessie hollered at Indigo (okay, some were trying harder than others). “But we’ve accepted the fact that we have to field train yet another pathetic recruit! So get your ass in here, now!”
Indigo flipped her a gesture that didn’t require a knowledge of American Sign Language to figure out.
“That’s it! I don’t care if the bitch gets pneumonia! I’m going back up to my warm, dry, room. You two can worry about her!” And with that, Jessie stormed away.
James looked out at a drenched Indigo and then down at Meowth. “Have you any ideas?” he asked the feline pokemon.
“Actually, Jessie’s idea sounded pretty good ta me.”
James sighed. “Fine then. Don’t let me keep you.”
“You’re not coming, too?”
“Someone has to keep an eye on her,” he reminded the cat pokemon.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll be upstairs with Jessie. Let us know when either of you two have come your senses.”
With the departure of his other partner, James took a deep breath and headed out into the downpour. He found himself ducking as Indigo swung at him. He managed to catch her hand and spun her to face him. “Enough already!” he snapped. “I know you don’t want to be here, but you are here and there’s no chance of you getting out of it this time! Why don’t you just deal with it?!”
“I will not ‘just deal with it’!” she caught him upside the head with her free hand. “I despise everything about Team Rocket!”
“Oh really?!” James grabbed her other hand and held tight. “I seem to remember you enjoyed a few things.” A smile appeared on his face.
Indigo returned the smile, sliding up close to James so they were nearly nose to nose. She closed her eyes and whispered: “I despise everything about Team Rocket.”
He stepped back. This wasn’t the response James expected. In fact it took him a moment to realize she was dead serious. He let go of her wrists. “So this is how things are going to be, now?” he asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Fine. Then you have a choice: you can either get back inside voluntarily, or I can drag your ass back in.”
“You don’t have the balls.”
“I don’t need my pokemon to handle you.”
A short time later a very muddy James staggered into the Headquarters. Slung over his back was a now unconscious, and equally soiled Indigo. He carried her down the hall to her room. Inside, he headed toward the bathroom where he placed her in the bathtub and turned on the shower. The ice cold water immediately revived Indigo. She jumped up, swinging frantically. James dodged the attack and Indigo fell, face first, onto the tiled floor. He made no attempt to help her up.
“Your uniform is laying on your bed.” James ordered. “Dinner is at six and you will be there, on time, and in uniform.” He turned to head out.
Spinning around, he reached down and grabbed Indigo by her hair. He pulled her head up and leaned over to face her. “Excuse me?” He held her that way, waiting for her to reply. There was blood on her chin from her bottom lip, which had split during the fall. Tears began to flow down her cheeks. He had hurt her. James didn’t want it to be this way. He felt horrible, having treated her the way he did, but she wasn’t making it any easier. Damn! Why did she have to keep instigating him?
A worn Indigo looked up at him. It took all her strength to say those two words: “Yes, Sir.”