Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. This was just written for fun.
It had taken Silver nearly three years, five months, four days and two hours to find the small white house with the red shingle roof in Pallet Town. But he didn't know what he was supposed to do when he finally did find the house. Announce that he was the boy's long-lost brother (did his shockingly red hair come from his mother's side?) ? Explain that he'd been out on his own since he was about ten years old, that he had no home with a father or a mother? That he lived wherever he wanted? Even if he managed to come up with a story, he still knew next to nothing about the family in the tiny white house.
Everything he did know had mostly come from the fleeting moments that he'd found himself in a place with a television. He'd seen the boy on broadcasts of battle conferences and could never decide if he was supposed to root for or against him.
But seeing him on a television screen was much different than standing in front of his house in the middle of the night.
The air was still, and many of the pokémon that were outside - miltanks and tauros, mostly, were sleeping in their pens. It was almost too quiet as he crept to the back of the house, wondering if Giovanni was inside at that very moment, about to have dinner with his perfect little family in the perfect little white house that had window boxes full of bright pink flowers.
For a moment, he could see the boy's mother in the front hallway, calling her son down for dinner. She's pretty enough, petite and brunette and he couldn't help but wonder if this was Giovanni's wife. As soon as the thought wormed its way into his head, he was nearly overcome with the desire to throw open the door and say that he was her son's brother, and yes, wasn't it funny that he had red hair?
She walked into a different room, so he snuck along the side of the house. He noticed him smiling and laughing and throwing a pikachu up in the air. While Silver had never been too fond of pikachus and had always thought of them as electric rattata, he couldn't help but envy the easy way that he loved his pokémon. In another life, he considered, he might have been able to love his brother.
His mom was setting the table, and for a moment, Silver thought there was a mistake, because she stopped at two. For a moment, he thought that maybe Giovanni was working late or something like that. But there was no second car in the driveway, nor was there a car coming down the road.
He took the crumpled up piece of paper that he'd taken from his father's file out of his pocket and smoothed it out. Giovanni's home address matched the one on the mailbox. But the woman and her son seemed too comfortable eating alone together for it to be a rare occurrence.
But as he shoved the paper back in his pocket, he couldn't feel sympathy for the boy and his mother who lived alone in the tiny, rural town. They had each other, while he couldn't even have the address line on his father's Team Rocket file.