A/N: Forgive me. I am normally Odin Sphere trash these days, but I've been watching Pokemon Generations and the recent episode with Silver tickled my old middle school shipping muse and I just... Bleh. Sorry if any of this is OOC. It's been years since I wrote anything for Pokemon.


People like her shouldn't know about pasts like his. It wasn't because he didn't want her pity or because he thought her feelings might get hurt. He simply didn't want her to know.

Beneath the brim of that puffy white hat, Lyra was looking at him with a mixture of worry and pain. At her ankles, the most recent addition to her team—an infant Pichu that she had apparently bred for specific reasons—had little sparks coming from his cheeks in indignation. He apparently didn't appreciate the way that he had snapped at her just moments before and he couldn't blame him.

Shut up! I don't know how you figured out that Giovanni is my father, but you shouldn't stick your nose in other people's business!

Sighing, Silver turned to his Feraligatr and gave the blue behemoth a pat on the neck. "Sorry," it came out rather half-heartedly. "But you're bringing up stupid stuff that doesn't matter."

Lyra made a step towards him, but she stopped and looked away. Beneath the setting sun, Ecruteak City was a paradise of gold and browns and it was, perhaps, because of the peaceful air that she didn't make an outburst. The Pichu was still threatening Silver with electricity, although the young teenager could only laugh dryly at the poor mouse's antics.

"But…it's important because…" Lyra's attempt to find just the right words ended up being futile and she simply folded her arms over her chest, cheeks turning red. "I mean those kinds of burdens shouldn't be…Wait, that's not what I mean at all…" She put her thumb to her chin and bit her lip. "I just don't think you should be bothered by it. You are your own person, you know…"

The girl breathed uneasily, finally mucking up the courage to step toward him until she was staring up at him inches from his face. Silver would have stepped back if she hadn't grabbed his hand and he could see Feraligatr eyeing the two of them curiously.

"I don't care that you're the son of Team Rocket," she said, loudly and with firmness "What I care about is whether you'll let that lead your life. You've changed a lot since I first met you and I don't want anything to hold you back…" the corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. "You still need to beat me in a Pokemon battle you know."

Silver frowned a bit and he glanced away, ears flushing deep scarlet. "You're acting like I don't know that," he mumbled. "Also, stop getting so close. Someone might think otherwise if they catch us."

"Otherwise…what?" Her voice perked up and Silver flinched. Oh no, bouncy Lyra is back. "That we're a couple or something like that?" Her giggle was loud and Feraligatr seemed to be growling with her in amusement. Silver ground his teeth together and pulled his hand out of her grasp, almost tripping as he stepped backwards. That's it, he was out of here.

"Why do I still bother with you?" He grumbled as he turned around. Unfortunately for him, Lyra was upon him and hugged him from behind, still laughing while nuzzling her face into his back.

"You've grown soft. What happened to the jerk that knocked into me minutes after stealing one of Elm's Pokemon?" She stood on her toes and sniffed his hair. "Wait, don't tell me you recently caught a Cubone. Your hair smells like earth and gravel."

Silver really could have screamed in that moment. Instead, he merely stood there and subjected himself to some of Lyra's brand of personal affection. Feraligatr was laughing at him anyway.