Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. When I wrote this, my sister gave me a lecture about writing and stuff I needed to work on, one of them, discription. So I tried to work on it, and I don't think I did so good. Ah well. And so, if this seems a little different then usual, that's why.

One more thing, I did this in Silver's POV for reasons that I'm to lazy to try to remember.

I don't own Pokemon. R&R and enjoy!

Chapter 10

Silver's POV

Silently, a dark shadow slipped through the corridors that laid beneath the well. Silver raced across the leaky passageways, a Sneasle just behind him. He stumbled through the darkness, determined to find his way out.

Then came a terrified scream.

The red haired boy stopped dead in his tracks and looked into the shadows. Nothing stirred. "Must have been my imagination," he murmered under his breath. He pressed on forward until he heard it again.

I knew she shouldn't have come along! Something like this was bound to happen.

For a few moments he stood there, pondering whether or not to seek out the girl. She was always so troublesome. His long sigh echoed off the walls.

The note! he remembered, straightening up. She has the note! I have to know what it says. He took a step forward. But what if she doesn't have it? Then I would have wasted my time. That would mean less time to...

"What should I do?" he asked the dark Pokemon beside him. "Heh, how would you know? You are just a Pokemon."

It looked up at him, then turned to the long hall before them. It pointed outward then bounded forward.

"Get back here! I never said we were going to help!" Letting out a long groan, he followed his companion slowly.

How did I ever get myself into this?

After catching up to his now exhausted Snealsel, Silver lead the way through the well. It wasn't until later that something caught his eye.

An off-white slip of paper stood out in the gloom.

The boy stretched out his hand and grabbed the note. "Perfect," he murmured, a sneer spreading across his face. "It looks like our luck is finally turning around."

The red head read over the note.

'Dear Kurt,

My fears of the once great Team Rocket's revival have turned out to be true. I know you might not believe me, but it's true. I've seen it with my own eyes!

I've seen ordinary citizens of our very own Azalia Town being taken away somewhere in the well! And by who? Men and women in black shirts with R's on them! I don't think they're throwing some wild party down in that dump we all call a well.

But the weirdest thing is, only a few minutes after one of the towns people was taken away, they popped back up at they're house. The same with all the others. Haven't the people of town been acting strange?

I've no idea what they're planning to do with those people, or why they've waited fifteen years to come back together, but one thing's sure, they must be stopped, whatever the cost!

Even now I can see their heads peeking through my window, watching my every move, waiting for the right moment to strike. I know it won't be long until they take me, too!

I know my Slowpoke will never fail me in delivering this to you. Don't let anyone else see it.

Please, my old friend, save the people of Azalia!'

Silver blinked, but didn't say a word. Instead, his expression turned into a menacing scowl.

"I hate them," he growled. "I hate them all... I could care less about those stupid people, but if Team Rocket needs them, they can't have 'em!"

He ran down the halls, Sneasle at his heels. "They've got to be somewhere around-" Something flashed by behind him.

Careful not to turn his head to much, he looked back. Two black figures hid behind some of the rocks that jutted out from the ground. It's them...

"Don't look back," he whispered quietly to his Pokemon. "Keep facing forward." If we make any movements that will make them think we know they're there, they'll make their move right then. I might be able to get to those people before the strike.

He walked slowly down the halls, looking back every once and a while, but never stopping. For a moment, he forgot he was even being tracked by the Rocket grunts.

And then they ran at him.

Before he could even fully turn around, the two pulled his arms behind his back. Silver struggled to break free, but it was useless.

He was caught.

Careful not to let the two see, he pulled a Poke' Ball from his pocket, dropped it to the floor, and kicked it back.Please don't let them see you, Croconaw!

"What's with all these kids down here?" one of them asked the other.

"I guess there's no one left in town to rebel. Good news for us, too!"

He allowed them to take them down the hall. Think! he said silently. Think of some way to get out of this if Croconaw can't find you!

The three passed down halls filled with cell-like cages. People grabbed at the bars and watched as they went by. Finally, they let go and threw him to the ground.

"Enjoy your stay. It'll be a long one."

Silver laid on the ground as he watched the grunts leave. Then, a voice broke him away from his thoughts.

"Silver?" came the hoarse question. He looked up to see a girl, her hair down and covering her face.

"Who-"

"It's me, Lyra."

"Oh..." They had to put me with her!

"I bet you could tell who I was 'cause my hair was down, huh?" He didn't say anything. "You're probably wandering what they're doing here."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I found the note," he growled, thrusting it in her face.

"You don't have to be so snippy," she stated, taking it from his grasp. "It's only a note."

"Then why wouldn't you let me see it before if it was 'just a note'?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..." For once, the girl was lost for words. After a short pause she asked, "Are you gonna get up?"

He stood up, only to find his head banging against the ceiling. He looked around for a place to sit. Nothing. He sat on the cold floor as far away from Lyra as he could.

An odd silence filled the air.

Deciding that there wasn't anything to do but take a look around, he gazed around the room. It was a small room. It was poorly cut out of the wall and jagged edges jutted out above his head. The ceiling was low- That's why I hit my head when I was barely standing!-and, all over, it was vey uncomfortable.

Lyra sat with her arms around her knees. In the corner, her shoes and socks laid neatly on the ground, two brown ponytail holders next to them.

Suddenly, she blurted, "My name is Lyra, I'm ten years old, my favorite food is sushi, my least favorite food is spaghetti. Gosh I hate that stuff. I've been afraid of Pokemon most of my life, mainly water Pokemon, but now, I'm not all that afraid of 'em. Maybe because just being with Ace got me over my fears. I'm still afraid of Water Pokemon, though. My mom said that when I was two-"

"What are you doing?"

"Well, we got off to a bad start, so I'm reintroducing myself!"

If this is how she introduces herself, I bet she doesn't have a lot of people that like her.

"Back to what I was saying before," she started, "when I was two, I would find as much paper as I possibly could and would roll around like crazy in it, and when I was four..." And she carried on like this for a while. "And finally, my favorite color is yellow 'cause it's so cheerful, but my least favorite colors are red-" Silver looked at his hair. "-and black." Silver looked at his shirt.

Wait, why do I care?

She must have noticed since she quickly said, "Did I say yellow's my favorite? I meant it's my least and red and black are-"

"Don't lie. It doesn't matter." Not that I should care anyways.

"What about you?"

"My name's Silver. That's all."

"How old are you?"

"Eleven."

"What's your favorite food?"

"I eat any food."

"Your favorite color?"

"Black, because it's colorless."

"What are your parents names?" He shot here a glare.

"Don't you ever ask me about my parents, you hear?" Her eyes grew wide in terror at his sudden anger. "I don't like talking about my parents," he explained, calming down.

"Wanna hear a joke?"

"Sure, knock yourself out."

And for about an hour, they talked like this. After a while, Silver began to give in. Soon, the two were talking like old friends. For once, the usually bored look on his face turned into a smile as Lyra explained her most embarrassing moments.

Time flew by. But soon, their long conversation came to an end as Silver's Croconaw came running down the corridor. It had done exactly what he had hoped it would.

Using it's powerful fists, it managed to smash open the cell bars. All the other cells were open and confused towns people crept slowly out.

"Croconaw!" The blue Pokemon said, trying to tell his trainer where the exit was. Snesel stood farther down the hall, directing people where to go.

Silver stepped out and stretched. He turned around to see Lyra, still sitting and looking at him as if she didn't want to go.

"Come on," he said holding out his hand. She hesitated, but took it as he pulled her up.

Croconaw lead the two through the well. The Pokemon had probably been exploring in it's trainer's absens.

He looked at Lyra who matched him step by step. She looked back at him, gave him a smile, then turned her attention forward. Why? he thought. Out of all the people in the world, why did I have to fall in love with her?

Sorry for fluff. I just love Lyra and Silver as a couple. Call me crazy, but...