This is the story of Jackson Lee; an executive in the Team Rocket organization. It tells of his origins with his parents and siblings in Saffron City and of his journey to become the feared trainer he is today.
You'll also get to know his character... Who he is as a person. His hopes, his dreams, and his opinions.
I hope you enjoy the story. Please comment and let me know what you think.

Memories long forgotten

The room was small. It wasn't so small to be a cell but not a large luxury chamber either, sparsely furnished with only a grey bed and a dull metal dresser against one wall. Currently, its inhabitant was standing in front of the dresser, rummaging through a drawer for something...
He stood tall at nearly six feet, dressed in a clean white lab coat over the professional black uniform the members of his rank were assigned. The shining red letter pin on the right side of his chest gleams in the light of the chamber as he continues his search, tossing his head sharply to fling the long blonde bangs out of his eyes.
"Where is it..." he mutters to himself, reaching his arm deeper into the drawer, "I can't leave for the day without my com-link..."
In his searching, his hand brushes against something near the back of the drawer. It had a similar feel to what he'd been looking for and so he pulled it out to examine it. It wasn't the communicator he needed, however. It was a framed photo, one of he and his parents when he was little standing in front of a small yellow house that looked to be part of a row of similar dwellings.
He pauses to look at it, backing away from the dresser to sit down on the bed slowly.
His sneasel, whom had been waiting patiently for him on the floor, jumps up on the bed beside him to look at the picture.
He glances over at the pokemon, "This was the day I got you. Earlier in the day." he explains, pointing to the older man standing beside him in the photo, "My dad. He had your poke ball in his pocket the whole time." he sighs, staring at the face of his father and remembering...
"What happened, Suzie...?" he asks his sneasel softly, thinking back to that happy day in his childhood and the series of events it would spark...