"Mew..." Oak said as he read over the last page. He sat across from Green in his lab. "I think... I heard legends of this Pokemon. Only whispers. But if Red really caught Mewtwo, that must mean Mew is out there."

"Right. So whatever Red is doing to find Mew, is going to kill him."

"Now Green... You said Red came in a dream, telling you to find him. Saying he was in danger... And now it seems Red has come down from his mountain and left you a note that basically says follow me..." Oak sighs "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow." Green said "I'm going to fly up on Pidgeot. Find him and drag his ass down that mountain."

"And what of Mew?"

"We can find it together." Green says simply. "And I'm sure you'll want a good look at Mewtwo."

"Yes..." Oak said "A whole new pokemon... A man made clone... I wonder..." Oak trailed off. "Green. You must be careful when you climb that mountain."

"I will." Green said "I promise I will come back."

Oak smiled "I... am so proud of you." Oak said softly.

"I... Thanks..." Green said softly, as Oak pulled him into a hug. Green smiled and hugged him back, a tear dripping down his cheek.

Green climbed onto Pidgeot's back, his bag full of food, a thermal sleeping bag and his pokeballs. Green was dressed for the cold already.

"Be careful little brother." Daisy said.

"Be kind to Red, but do please make him come home." Delia said

"Don't die on that mountain!" Oak said "And good luck."

"I'll be fine!"Green said as Pidgeot took off. "Smell ya later!" He yelled down to them and flew towards Mount Silver.

Mount Silver, was cold. A lot colder than Green had anticipated. He had his Arcanine out most of the time for heat. He had also pulled out a pillow sheet still full of Red's scent for Arcanine to sniff and track. His large nose was glued to the ground as they wandered the mountain for nearly two days.

And in all that time Green came up with nothing.

He was running low on food- but he could feel himself getting closer and closer with each step. So he pressed on.

He kept moving until his body ached, and became numb to the cold.

He had to find Red. He wouldn't give up now.

Green was 15 when he realised he must have been in love with Red. Or as close to love as a 10 year old could get. As a child, the feeling of love scared him and pushed Red away. Which only seemed to make his heart, burn worse.

Red was a fire. Green decided at a young age. Quiet, beautiful... But if you got too close you would burn to Ash. And Green... Green was a forest. A spark, could destroy him.

But like a butterfree to light, he was only drawn in. Getting too close burned, and being away was like freezing to death.

In the 10 years of Red's absence... Green has turned to ice. He was freezing, and needed Red to thaw himself out.

Red, who's gently ways could melt anyone. Even if he was perfect at everything he touched... Or at least that's what Green remembers.

All he has left of Red is his own faint memories, and as time passes those memories and myths become blurred together.

He was freezing to death.

Green was freezing to death. He fell to his knees, as Arcanine barked and laid around him, trying to keep him warm... But it was no use. Green was cold. He laid on his back, looking up into the sky. The sun was setting. How fitting...

"Fire Blast."

Heat. Heat was all around him. Arcanine's fire burned hotter and more flames surrounded him, before disappearing. Green's vision was fading in and out, but he felt someone take a pokeball from him.

"Arcanine, return. I got him."

Green tried to look, but his eyes were blurry. He was being picked up, and carried. He caught glimpses of dark hair, and an old, beaten up, red hat. Green was resting on something warm and scally. The other man got on with him.

"Let's go Charizard!" He called. They lifted up, and Green felt a warm glove on his face, just as he caught those unmistakable red eyes. "Stay with me Green..."

"Red..." He breathed before he blacked out.