Written for Lexi as part of a song lyrics meme.
There's indication of what we were meant to be.
Sucking up to strangers, throwing wishes to the sea...
- "It Can't Come Quickly Enough," Scissor Sisters.
He doesn't like to think about it, but sometimes it creeps into his mind unbidden and won't go away.
From his childhood, he'd been groomed to become the next leader of Team Rocket should something happen to Father. Lessons in intimidation, lies, trickery, backhanded encouragement, raising strong Pokemon, everything that had gotten Father where he was.
He'd gone along with it, but part of him always resented being treated as a future replacement.
Then Team Rocket failed Father, who in turn went into exile. He was gone, and Silver would be under more pressure than ever to grow up, to learn the business, to rebuild his father's shattered organization from the ground up. Unable to bear the thought of leading the weaklings who had failed Father, he'd run. Far away, abandoning everything he'd grown up with including his real name. He doesn't even remember his real name anymore, he's just Silver and that's the way it should be.
Sometimes he wonders how the rest of Team Rocket has yet to recognize him. Or if they do, maybe they just don't care. He did run away, after all.
Like father, like son.
Night falls, and Silver leans against Typhlosion with a sigh. He doesn't want to think about Father or Team Rocket or his childhood or anything else. He closes his eyes, and hopes sleep will claim him quickly tonight.