Red was a quiet hero. He always appeared to be the type that never would have much of an impact on anything or anyone, but turn your head and sure enough, he will make an impact larger than life. Red was the boy who overthrew an entire crime organization with his own abilities at the age of 12. He came and went silently and humbly but left behind a trail of legendary standards. He said little yet did so much. And he did it all for no reward or compensation. Just because he wanted to and felt compelled to.


"Another Pokemon Centre in Celadon has been a victim of burglary last night involving approximately 30 Pokemon and about 200,000 Pokedollars."

Green Oak, seated on the couch next to his grandfather, Professor Oak, listened in disgust at the news report being broadcasted across all of Kanto.

"I know this is a long shot, Gramps," Green said tentatively. "but I think I know who's been doing this," Green said, his head rested on his fist.

"And who would that be?"

"Well, maybe it's-"


"Team Rocket," Red whispered to himself. He was all alone in his cave-side home atop Mt. Silver. All of his Pokemon were asleep except Pikachu who was perched on his lap, ears twitching at the noise coming from the small radio that Red was listening to. For a few months before, there were reports of theft and assault all over Kanto, and sometimes even Johto. Red had finally begun to put the pieces together as he came to realise the crime style of that gang he had dissolved all those years ago. Team Rocket.

Red got up and turned off the radio at the end of the report and paced around the room, deep in thought and his hand stroking his chin. Without any more hesitation, he fetched a suitcase and began to pack a few of his things. He was coming down from Mt. Silver for the first time in a while. It wasn't something he always liked doing, because he always felt safer when he was alone, when he barely had to speak, when it was just him and his Pokemon and the occasional challenger daring enough to ascend the treacherous mountain, when the responsibility of being the Champion could be controlled instead of elevated to no end. But now he knew that he needed to because he felt compelled to get to the bottom of this Team Rocket speculation. Who else would? The police force was an absolute joke to Red, otherwise they would have sent Team Rocket on their merry way themselves. Whether Red's stay ended up be temporary permanent, it was a risk he was willing to take.

"Team Rocket, you say?" The Professor took a sip of tea and nodded his head. "Sounds about right to me, actually."

Green sighed just as his Pokegear began to ring. He picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Green?" the voice on the other line said quietly.

"Well I'll be damned! If it isn't , Mr. Champion, Red." Green couldn't help poking a bit of fun at his lifelong friend.

Professor Oak sat his tea down on the coffee table and smiled enthusiastically. "Red. My goodness it feels like years."

Green rolled his eyes at his Professor Oak sarcastically. To Green, it seemed as if Oak considered Red more of a grandson than Green ever was. He shook the thought and focused attention back on the telephone. "How are you doing, man?"

"N-" Red cleared his throat, trying to warm up his underused voice. Being alone on Mt. Silver, a day of no challengers meant a day of little to no talking. "Not so bad. You? Oh, and the Professor." Red inquired, having heard the Professor's various pleas to speak with the young champion that were being blatantly ignored by the younger of the Oaks.

"We're great, we're great, thanks." Green said, flashing a smile at his grandfather. "So what's the occasion?" Green asked, his words laced with friendly sass. Red never called "just to talk", much to the disdain of his friends and family back home, especially his poor worried mother. He almost always had a reason. He needed something, he was horribly ill, it was a holiday in which he could not visit, or he was planning on visiting soon.

"I'm actually coming down for a while." Red announced monotonously.

"Really?" Green smiled from ear to ear. "Your mother's gonna be elated to hear this. How long are you visiting for?"

There was a pause on the other line. Then, Red answered, "An indefinite amount of time." And there was Red ambiguity. He never seemed to have a clean cut answer to a question, and if he did, it was "yes" or "no".

Green paused, expecting an elaboration of some kind but when none was given, he spoke again. "Indefinite, like, you don't know how long? Why?"

Red was silent once again as he tried to organise the thoughts in his head, but finally responded, "I'll tell you when I get to Pallet. I'm leaving right now so hopefully I can be down by tomorrow. Let my mum know. I didn't want to call her this late at night because I knew she'd be asleep."

Green didn't ask why Red thought it any better to risk waking him and the Professor. He also did not ask about the slight seriousness in Red's voice or Red's urgency to leave so soon. Instead he responded, "Okay then, I'll let her know. Be safe and all that."

"I will. See you all soon." And with that, Red hung up.


So, I've had this idea floating around in my head for awhile. I've got some cool ideas for this fic but I've just got to fill in a few blanks as I go. Hopefully I can keep up with this and update regularly and I hope you all enjoy it! It's my first multi-chaptered fic I've ever written, save a few mediocre ones written when I was like 11.

I'd love any kind of feedback you have, especially how I can improve. Please, don't hold back! XD