AN: So this is the first chapter of the storyline I've been working on for the last little while. I'm finally happy with it. Updates will hopefully be pretty frequent, perhaps weekly or biweekly. Be advised that this is rated a very strong T rating for language and adult situations.

Fated

Summary: Jessie finds herself in exile, forced into captivity with a mysterious stranger. With nowhere to go and seemingly no hope of escape, they share the stories behind their miserable fates. Hers is filled with questions. His is filled with answers.

Chapter 1: Exile

Jessie was acutely aware of her surroundings, despite the blindfold that covered her eyes. Her hands were bound behind her back and she could feel the gloved hands of the Rocket Grunts on her bare forearms, guiding her along as snow crunched beneath her feet. She hated them nearly as much as she hated the man who ordered her to be sent to this frozen over piece of Hell without so much as an overcoat or a pair of mittens. Dressed in only a light green blouse and a jean skirt, Jessie was freezing as her boots soaked through and as cold snow pelted her exposed face, arms, and legs. When he said exile, he hadn't been kidding. She doubted any human in their right mind would want to be anywhere near here…wherever here was.

Almost immediately after he had sentenced her to this God-forsaken land, she had been knocked unconscious by a grunt. When she had came to, she was blindfolded in a helicopter. After an eight-hour ride she had been forced from the cage they had put her in (how degrading was that?) and into the cold, snow covered land she was currently trudging through. Thankfully, her ordeal was short-lived as she was forced to a stop.

"Alright, we're going to go in first and then we'll signal you to bring her in. You'll be fine here?" asked one of the male grunts walking in front of her. Jessie had dubbed him 'Fat Bastard' when he had pulled her out of her cage with his humungous hands. She was pretty sure that his arm was the same size as her torso...and none of it muscle.

"We will," a soft, female voice from Jessie's left assured Fat Bastard. Had Jessie not been blindfolded and cuffed, she was sure that she could have easily taken out the slight female who had earned the nickname 'Mousy Bitch', on account of her silence.

"Are you sure?" a mocking, scathing male asked from somewhere in front of Jessie. This voice belonged to Mousy Bitch's partner, Piece of Shit, who had earned his nickname after eight hours of scathing, sarcastic, nasty remarks. Jessie would have felt sorry for Mousy Bitch for being saddled with such an asshole as a partner had she not been one of the four grunts marching Jessie towards her exile.

"Positive. Now go do your fucking jobs!" a female voice of equal nastiness to Piece of Shit ordered from Jessie's right. Jessie had affectionately called her 'Princess Slut Bitch' after hours of listening to her flirt with the two males and complain about everything to the silent Mousy Bitch. There was a shuffling noise followed by a slamming door as the males silently went about their task. Jessie suddenly felt the muzzle of a gun pressed to her right temple.

"Try anything you filthy whore, and I'll blow your brains out," Princess Slut Bitch threatened.

"Go blow a Piece of Shit," Jessie said back defiantly, a little pleased with her nicknames, though if James ever heard them, he would let out a scandalized squeal of 'Jessie!' in a voice two octaves higher than his normal tone. The thought of James left Jessie with a dull ache in her chest and, in a moment of weakness, she contemplated trying something to see if Princess Slut Bitch would make good on her threat.

"Bite me, Bitch," Princess Slut Bitch snapped, pressing the gun harder against Jessie's temple.

"Don't tempt me," Jessie muttered.

"Bring her in!" Piece of Shit suddenly called and Princess Slut Bitch stowed her gun and with Mousy Bitch, she marched Jessie forwards. The sound of her boots on wood, the feeling of warmth, and the smell of a fireplace told Jessie that she was in a cabin of some sort. Mousy Bitch and Princess Slut Bitch marched her inside.

"Sit!" Princess Slut Bitch ordered, pushing Jessie to the floor. She felt a pair of clammy hands on her wrists and then cold metal.

"What the Hell are you doing, you Piece of Shit?" she asked, correctly assuming that the male was doing something.

"Learn some manners, Whore!" Princess Slut Bitch shouted from somewhere in front of Jessie and in the next instant, Jessie felt the heel of a boot slam onto her ankle, bending her foot until an audible snap filled the cabin, closely followed by Jessie's anguished cry of pain.

"FUCK!" Jessie gasped.

"Hey, that was uncalled for!" an unknown male voice shouted from across the room.

"Shut up!" Fat Bastard ordered and there was smack that barely registered with Jessie as pain shot up her whole leg, so acute that she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.

"Done," Piece of Shit said, taking the thin pair of handcuffs off of Jessie, leaving her with thick metal loops around each wrist.

"Let's blow this dump," Princess Slut Bitch said disdainfully, and the sounds of the four grunts leaving the cabin were heard. Only when the door slammed shut did Jessie let out the cry she had been holding back, moving her hand to her ankle, starting a little when she heard the rattling of chains attached to the metal cuffs on her wrists. There was a scuffling sound and hurried footsteps.

"Are you alright?" that male voice asked worriedly, and then Jessie felt hands on the side of her blindfold. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into a pair of concerned, deep blue ones. The man was in his mid-forties or early fifties, wrinkles starting to mar his chiselled looks and grey creeping into his red hair. Jessie wanted to tell him that of course she wasn't alright and call him a name, but all she managed was a strangled swear word.

"Fuck!" she gasped again, tears leaking from her eyes and down her cheeks.

"We'll have to get that boot off," the man said decisively, "Otherwise it will swell too much that we won't be able to," he said, looking around. He picked up a pencil and held it out to her, "Bite down on this," he told her. For a moment, her anguish abated and she looked at the piece of lead and wood with utter disgust. Then she took the writing tool, grimacing at the sound of the chains as she did, and placed it in her mouth. When the man grabbed her ankle and pulled the boot off, she groaned in pain and bit down so hard on the pencil that when she spit it out, it had an impression of her teeth in the wood.

"God fucking dammit!" she swore, looking down at her bare ankle, already twice its normal size.

"Definitely broken," the man commented.

Jessie wanted to ask, 'where the fuck did you get your medical degree, Einstein?' but only managed a shaky, "Y-yeah."

"Ring! Ring! Ring! Phone call!" the video phone in the corner of the room chirped and the man's expression grew weary. He offered her an apologetic smile and moved to answer it. He pressed the button and a horribly familiar form graced the monitor.

"Good Morning, Jack," Giovanni greeted in a falsely cheerful voice, "Or is it afternoon there?" he asked, feigning interest.

"Afternoon," the man called Jack replied, sounding bored, "What do you want, Gio?" he asked.

"Just to see if my grunts delivered…ah…my little gift to you," the rocket boss told the stranger, a triumphant smirk on the former's face as he looked towards Jessie. She managed to contemptuously glare back at him before she appraised Jack, wondering what kind of "gift" she was to the stranger. Jack narrowed his eyes at the screen and shook his head.

"You don't give gifts, Gio, nor would I take them from you," Jack said coolly, his expression calculating as he stared at the leader of Team Rocket. Jessie breathed an inward sigh of relief.

"Well then, shall I call my grunts back and take her somewhere else?" Giovanni questioned.

"I think she's better off with me than with those Neanderthals you call grunts," Jack replied scathingly. Jessie could help the ghost of a smile from forming on her lips, even if they were talking as if she wasn't in the room chained to a wall.

"You didn't like her escorts?" Giovanni asked conversationally.

"I generally dislike people who chain young girls to my wall and then proceed to snap their ankles," Jack said, crossing his arms.

"Oh? And who did that?" Giovanni asked as though he was interested. Jessie figured that he was trying to figure out who to give a raise to.

"Didn't catch her name," Jack shrugged, "She was the one with the skin-tight uniform and very large and very fake breasts," he said. Jessie hid a laugh. She and this Jack fellow had yet to be properly introduced and she already liked him.

"Ah yes," Giovanni nodded, smirking. Jessie rolled her eyes in disgust, knowing that he was picturing the skank that Jack was describing.

"Now what do you really want, Gio?" Jack asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, Dear Brother, aside from checking up on your…ah…new roommate, I would like to inform you that our niece is to be married," Giovanni said almost happily. Jessie froze and snapped her head up to look at the man standing in front of the computer screen. Jack was not a random, kind stranger who lived in the mountains. He was Giovanni's brother, and Jessie had no intention of associating with anyone related to the sick, twisted Rocket Boss. And now she was chained to this guy's wall as a present from his brother. Oh, this was bad. Real bad.

"Splendid news, Gio," Jack replied, sarcasm dripping from every word, "Why would I care?"

"Now, now Jack, she is our niece. You should be thrilled for her," Giovanni chided.

"A niece who I haven't seen since she was four-years-old," Jack corrected, "and if she's still as spoiled and insufferable as she was twenty-two years ago, then I feel sorry for the poor bastard who has to put up with her."

"Oh, no worries there," Giovanni said heartily, "I'm sure after the first heir is born, our lovely niece will do the sensible thing and do away with the husband," he said. Jessie shuddered, immediately feeling pity for the unknowing groom.

"Ah, what a wonderful solution for all," Jack said, the sarcasm returning, "The boy will be put out of his misery and our family's longstanding tradition of murder will be upheld. It brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it," he said, bitterness tingeing the sarcasm.

"Well, I was considering granting you a weekend pass to attend the festivities, but after that-"

"Bullshit," Jack shot at the screen, "You just called to gloat because somehow in some way, you profit from the wedding. You're just like Mother."

Apparently being told that he was like his mother was an insult to Giovanni, for his face turned red and he glowered at his brother, "I am NOT like that old hag! You've just cost yourself a shipment of supplies! Goodbye, Jack!" he thundered and then the screen went black. Jack was chuckling as he turned to face Jessie.

"Every once in a while, it's worth going hungry to see him that pissed off," he said, kneeling down in front of her. She instinctively moved away, ignoring the pain that shot through her leg. Jack frowned for a moment before realization dawned on him, "I'm not like him, you know. I won't hurt you."

"I doubt that," Jessie replied, "I really, really doubt that."

"Ouch. That kind of stings," Jack commented, running his hands through his hair.

"Shouldn't you have thicker skin than that, being the brother of a crime boss?" Jessie retorted, scathingly. If she was going to go down, she would go down fighting, she decided. She wouldn't draw it out with a nice front. She refused to show any positive feelings, even fake ones, to this man.

"You'd be surprised how thick my skin is," Jack said, "We're going to have to set that ankle."

"It's fine," Jessie said coolly.

"You need help," Jack replied simply, getting to his feet and retrieving a first-aid kit from a cupboard in the kitchenette.

"I can take care of myself," she told him. He rolled his eyes.

"You've obviously done a great job of that to end up here, chained to a wall," he quipped dryly, "If you took any better care of yourself, you'd be six-feet under."

"I was doing fine until your brother came along and decided I did something to piss him off," she argued as he knelt beside her again.

"What did you do to piss him off?" he asked, gesturing for her to stick out her leg. Jessie glared at his hand.

"Bite me," she growled. He shook his head.

"Must have been pretty awful to end up in this place," Jack said, reaching over and grabbing her calf and pulling her ankle onto his lap.

"HEY! What the Hell do you think you're doing!" Jessie yelped, trying to pull her leg back. She gave a strangled cry as more pain shot through her.

"Don't struggle. It'll only make things worse," Jack chided as he set to work on her injured leg. She glared at him before she crossed her arms. Then she glared at the shackles and chains that bound her wrists.

"I apologize for my brother's actions," Jack said after a moment of wrapping her ankle in bandages.

"If you were truly sorry, you'd get me something to pick the locks with," she told him, still glaring at the metal loops on her wrists. He gave a dry chuckle.

"I'd rather not die," he told her.

"Scared of your brother?" Jessie scoffed contemptuously. He shook his head.

"I'm scared of the C-4 that will activate if anything but the key is placed in the holes," he admitted, now wrapping a tensor bandage over the other bandages and tape.

"What?" Jessie cried, her eyes wide as she stared at her wrists.

"You can tell by the thin red band on the cuffs," Jack said, watching as she examined each cuff and found a red band on each, "They were designed by an explosive expert a long time ago. Take a look," he requested, pulling up his left pant leg to reveal an ankle bracelet with a small screen and a thin, red band on the metal.

"What is that?" Jessie asked, staring at the ankle bracelet in a mix of horror and curiosity.

"My punishment," he told her, "When my brother exiled me to this mountain, he had this shackled onto me. There's a 2 mile radius from this cabin that I'm allowed to wander. If I go outside the boundaries or try to remove it, it will detonate," he explained.

"Your brother did that to you?" Jessie asked, wide-eyed and horrified. She thought that Giovanni had been cruel to send her to this place, but to send and isolate his own brother to this hell…

"Yes. Twenty-two years ago," he answered.

"For what?" Jessie asked, barely able to keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth. He grimaced.

"It's a very long story," he sighed.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jessie told him. Jack chuckled.

"It's not exactly a story I like to tell…not that I've ever told it before. I am kind of isolated out here," he said, "Besides that, you yourself seemed pretty reluctant to tell your own tale of your imprisonment."

"If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine," she bargained. He raised his eyes to meet hers.

"I suppose that could do," he agreed, "But first, one thing."

"What?" Jessie asked.

"Your name?"

Jessie hesitated, still wary of the Boss's brother, before she spoke, "Jessilina," she said, using her old contest stage name.

"Well, Jessilina, I'm Jack Sakaki. Is there anything I can get you before we begin swapping stories? Aspirin? Food? Water? Something comfy to sit on?" Jack asked.

"All of the above?" Jessie inquired hopefully. He gave a little bow before he went to retrieve each item.

TBC

AN: So here's the first chapter. Personally, I like the way it came out. I find Team Rocket highly fascinating, especially the darker sides. Hopefully I caught your interest?