Authors Note: Hey, this is my first fan fiction so please be gentle! Read and Review, constructive criticism is always welcome! Thanks for reading.

It was late in the evening when a man was hurrying through the Viridian Forest. The forest was dark and unusually quiet with only a few distant cries of bird and bug pokemon. The man was tall and middle aged with a receding hairline. He wore a black suit with white shirt. A small red letter "R" was on the left breast pocket of his jacket.

As the man was moving quickly through the forest he disturbed more than a few of its inhabitants with continual and repeated grumbling. At one point he disturbed a nest of Beedrill which were easily defeated by the mans Nidoqueen.

'Damn that kid! Damn him! That Red not only ruined my plans for Team Rocket, I had to disband it!' were some of the things the man was saying over and over. 'How could I loose to a mere child? I had no choice but to dissolve Team Rocket… My loss would have destroyed the reputation the team had… How do I tell this to me executives?'

After several hours of walking through the forest the man arrived at the entrance of a house that was roughly in the centre of the forest. The house was small and basic in design. The front door was in the centre of the building with small windows on either side. The gardens surrounding the house had many vegetables growing. A few feet away from the growing crops were white wooden fencing. The man walked around the surrounding area before entering the house to be sure that he had not be followed.

When he was satisfied that there was no one around in the area he entered the small house. The interior of the house was quite plain, with white painted walls. Laminate flooring covered much of the house, excluding the small kitchen area and bathroom area in which black tiles were used. There were three visible rooms. The first room being the living, kitchen and dining area. The kitchen was in the top right of the building. The appliances in the kitchen were colourised silver, chrome and black. The counters were coloured black. The living room was at the bottom right, immediately to the right of the front door. The living room consisted of a small, outdated television, an old games console with several games carelessly left out of their cases and a couple leather armchairs. The dining area was in the middle of the room. It was a basic dining table and chairs which sat upon a blue rug with pokeball patterns on the outside edges. There were three doors on the left side of the room. The door closest to and furthest from the front door were bedrooms and the door in the middle contained the bathroom.

The man moved through the house silently. He went into the kitchen area, took a glass from one of the cupboards and filled it with water. He drank it in one gulp. He placed the cup into the sink then moved to the bedroom furthest from the front door, closest to the kitchen. He opened the door to the room and walked in just far enough to see the bed and its occupant. In the bed was a young child, a boy with blazing red hair, asleep with a charmander doll in his arms. A soft and gentle smile formed on the face of the man who was standing in the doorway as he looked at the child.

'I'm sorry, my son,' he began in a hushed voice, 'I must further disappoint you as a father. What I am about to do will reveal my lacking ability at being a good father, and will likely inspire a deep hatred for me within your heart.'

'What do you mean by that, father?' asked the red haired child who was now sitting up with his eyes, a deep shade of red, glued to the eyes of his father.

The man looked shocked. He had not expected the boy to wake up until morning. This would make his plans much more difficult. He had planned to pack the boys possessions into a suitcase during the night and send the boy away in the morning. With him awake this would likely prove problematic. The man thought it would be best to be honest with his son given the current situation.

'Silver, I really am sorry, but,' he hesitated for a moment but forced himself to say it as he thought it would be best to get it over with. 'Silver, I'm going to have to leave you. Well, more accurately send you away.'

Silver looked at his father. It was clearly seen in his face that he was puzzled about what his father had just said to him. 'What do you mean leave me? Sending me away? For how long?'

A frown formed on the mans face. 'Indefinitely.'

The puzzled look on Silvers face was replaced by a frown. Tears began to form in his eyes and his voice began to become croaky when he spoke. 'B-b-but why?'

The mans frown intensified. 'I have been shamed, my son. My plans foiled by a child. A child little older than you. Team Rocket is disbanded. This means that I must leave the Kanto Region to avoid imprisonment. I must go into exile in other regions to avoid this. By doing so I will not be able to support you, so I must leave you.'

Silver looked at his father, tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice still croaky, if not more so than before. 'B-but why can't I go with you? Surely you have large savings accounts that can't be traced to you that can support us financially...'

The man let out a small sigh. 'I will always be on the move. Always being chased by police. It is not the way of life I had envisioned for you. You deserve so much better than that, my son.'

Tears still streaming down Silvers face, 'But…'

'Enough,' the man interrupted before Silver could continue. The mans patience seemed to be disappearing. 'This is not up for negotiation. I have arranged for you to stay with my sister, Vedette. She will take you in and raise you as her own. She lives in the rural Pallet Town, a nice and rural location for you to spend your remaining childhood. I think you will like it there. Anyway, she is expecting you there tomorrow.'

Silvers tears stopped flowing. He wiped his face with the blanket on the bed. He then gave a nod in acknowledgement. With this the man began packing Silvers belongings into a large suitcase. At this point Silver lay back down and tried, but failed, to fall asleep.

After many sleepless hours morning came. The man had placed the large suitcase by the front door of the house. Silver was sitting in one of the chairs at the dining area. The man looked over at Silver and stared at him for a few moments.

'Are you ready to go, Silver?' he asked.

Silver looked tired and quite down. He looked in his fathers direction but did not meet his eyes. He stood up and answered his father. 'Lets just go.'

The man was surprised with the cooperation, and attitude, of his son. He opened the front door and made a "go outside" gesture with his hands. Silver obeyed his father and left the house into the front garden of the house. The man followed carrying the suitcase filled with Silvers possessions. The forest was much more pleasant during the morning than in the evening. Luscious shades of green could be seen from all angles, and many bug pokemon walking around the forest floor and climbing trees and bird pokemon chirping in their nests.

The man reached into his pocket and withdrew a small, red and white sphere, a pokeball. He clicked the button located on the front and the sphere expanded. With another click of the button the sphere opened and released a ball of energy. From that energy emerged a Pidgeot.

'Pidgeot, please take my son here and his luggage to Vedette's house in Pallet Town,' said the man to the large bird pokemon.

The Pidgeot let out a cry to signify its understanding. The man then, in a whisper, said 'please, Pidgeot, watch over Silver so no harm will befall him.' The Pidgeot gave a small nod to the mans request. The man gave Pidgeot a pat on the head to symbolise his thanks.

'Now, Silver, get onto Pidgeots back. He will be flying you over to Pallet Town,' said the man.

Silver did as he was told and climbed onto the pokemons back. Pidgeot then lifted off the ground a few feet. The man placed Silvers luggage into the pokemons feet. 'Be safe, and Silver, my son, I am sure we will meet again one day. I look forward to that day.'

Silver looked down at his father, meeting his eyes for the first time since the spoke the evening before. Silver looked at his father with eyes filled with hatred. 'Whatever you say fath…' Silver stopped in mid sentence, thinking for a moment. He then said 'Giovanni.'

Giovanni gave the bird a signal to head off. The pidgeot gave a nod and started flying up higher and higher. Soon they were out of his sight. Giovanni turned to enter the house when a single tear escaped his left eye.