Disclaimer- I'll own Pokemon when Misty shows up again as a main character in the anime. Yeah, I won't be owning Pokemon anytime soon. Drats!

Thank yous to MarlinMarlen, Fooboo24 and FluteHero13 for reviewing! I'm glad it's entertaining! Writing in Silver's perspective is such fun :3

Once I hit 20 reviews, I'll add a bonus chapter to the story- A one shot fluff thing for Lyra and Silver. I've got a lot of drabble one-shot ideas in my head. One includes a drunk Giovanni and a talking-to with his son ;). So review, if you want this idea to see the light of day.

This chapter is less humorous, and starts to get more serious. And people are gonna hate it...Because I can only write crude humor. Also, OOC Lance (because I dislike him) but Silver is more in character now.

WARNING. Very minor spoilers for those of you who don't know about the Special Celebi Event. But its Pokemon. You ALL read Serebii. I know it.

Geez, sorry for such a late update! Kind of on writers block, and the Giants winning the world series really threw my schedule out of whack! (Lives in SF. FEAR THE BEARD!)

But never fear, I live!

Urk. The fastpaceness. It irks me. This story will probably be done in less than 8 chapters...gah.

Chapter 4- Assist

I clenched my fists.

"What's the matter, boy? After all, a man can never have too many maidens!" Lyra yelped. My face contorted into several different expressions.

"Monogamy...do you use it?" After all, it's only legal...

Lance only batted his hand. ...Hooray. Polygamy for everyone...

I shoved my hands in my pockets.

"No, I'd rather not." I started my way down the path.

"Afraid of loosing? How pathetic!"

I kicked the ground.

"Lyra and Crystal are people, not gym badges, for fucks sake." I glared at Lance. "I'd rather not play your game," I looked at Lyra. She wouldn't look at me. I frowned.

"Hey. Look at me," Her gaze remained strained on the floor. I walked towards her.

"The ground that interesting?" I grabbed her chin.

"Unhand her, beast!" Lance spat. I ignored him.

Lyra quivered under my grip.

"Do you like being treated like a trophy? Do you like your master wagering you off like an item?"

"...H-he's not my master..." Was my only response.

"Hmph. Whatever you say. Is that what he taught all his other wives to say, too?" I glared at Lance.

"Royalty. They get away with whatever the fuck they want," I dropped Lyra's face. Her head immediately sunk to stare at the ground.

"Hmph,"

I didn't want to see the pair ever again. It hurt, and despite what they say, self inflicting pain isn't my game. The sight of the two together made me want to shove my hand in a container of broken glass whilst walking barefoot on a bed of nails.

Because I'm ad-libbed the "anti-hero", trouble and ass-pains just seem to always find me, no matter how far I run...

I sensed it in the air. No, that's lying. It came flying at me like a blind bird.

"Here sir! Take this magazine!" A small boy shoved a paper in my hand. He stuck his hand out.

"¥450 please!" Bewildered, I gave the boy a few coins. He skipped off. I shook my head, shoving the paper into my bag, not knowing what I'd even purchased. It could be porn. I wonder if it's porn...

I mentally slapped myself and continued walking.

I usually block out the people around me . Voices of people annoy me. Well...people in general annoy me. Ah hell, everything annoys me.

But it's really hard to ignore something when every bloody living thing is babbling about the same goddamn thing.

That magazine.

I scowled. Whipping out the flimsy stapled waste of trees, I conformed with the crowd and glared at the article.

Of-fucking-course.

It seems its the only thing that the press can make money off of at the moment.

"Mysterious Champion-look-alike steals Dragon Master Lance away from Champion Lyra?" The heading shouted at me in obnoxious red font. I grit my teeth as I flipped through the extra.

As I read, people kept doing double takes in my direction. They walked past me, whispering to one another. I tried very hard not to tell them all off with my colorful vocabulary.

Until I found out why I was attracting more attention than usual.

"Wanted criminal Silver appears on the scene?" A rather blurry image of me yelling at Lance was pasted right in the middle of the article.

I palmed my forehead and read on.

"Silver, last name unknown, once wanted for stealing a Pokemon from world famous Pokemon Professor, Professor Elm. It has been said the professor allowed the rogue trainer to keep the stolen Pokemon.

The boy has been rumored to be the son of Te-" I ripped the paper straight down the binding. Where do they get this information?

I tossed the remnants of the shredded article on the ground. Fine me for littering, see if I give a fuck.

"Crobat," The purple 4-winged bat emerged from its ball. "Take me to Dragon's Den. I feel the need to destroy things,"

I trudged into the cave, hoping the Dragon Tamer was present for his training. The title "Dick of the Day" rightfully belonged to me, and I was prepared to fight for said title.

I was about the enter the shrine at the far end of the cave, until I heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door. Far too soft and not nearly obnoxious enough to be Lance. I frowned and turned around, making my way back to the cave entrance.

Another muffled noise escaped from the shrine, this time much more audible and recognizable.

It was a sob, a rather violent one at that. The voice was far to recognizable for comfort. I scowled at the door. I should just leave, it'd do me good in the long run. I should leave now and not get involved in such petty affairs...

"Feraligatr, break down this door,"

The door toppled. A hatted figure jumped.

"S-silv-ver?"

"Oh good lord," I barked, "Stop sounding so helpless,"

Lyra wiped her eyes.

"Wh-what are you doing h-here?" I frowned.

"If you recall, I'm here every Monday. But of course, you've forgotten all about your life before Lance." She sniffed. I rolled my eyes.

"...I never forgot. I was here every Monday, too. But you never showed up," I flinched in guilt, but quickly regained my composure.

"I'm surprised your master let you do such a thing," Lyra whimpered. She buried her hands in her face and curled into a ball.

I sighed and sat beside her.

"Stop crying. It won't do you any good,"

She continued to sob.

Guilt overcame me once more. I couldn't be condescending while she was crying- that's just wrong.

"Is there any way I could get you to stop bawling like an idiot?" It was my version of offering help.

Lyra translated my asshole-dialect.

She looked at me, her eyes pleading.

"You'll help me?"

"It depends on what,"

She grabbed my wrists.

"You have to help me get Lance back! He-I-I don't know what to do anymore! Crystal always got everything before me! Lance was the only thing I had that she didn't! Silver...you have to-"

"Shut up," Lyra flinched.

"W-what?"

"I said shut up!" I repeated, harsher and far louder. "Just shut the hell up!" Lyra recoiled, whimpering. I glared at her.

"And stop that incessant whimpering! You make me sick!"

Lyra took a step forward.

"Silver...what...what's the matter? What happened?" She reached her hand up to touch my face.

I grabbed her wrist. She squirmed.

"H-hey! Let go!"

"Shut UP!" I pinned her to the wall.

"Stop being so goddamn stupid! You don't need that asshole to function- he doesn't fucking own you!" Lyra squeezed her eyes shut. My frown deepened.

"Open your eyes, for Christ's sake!" Her eyes fluttered open.

"Why are you so mad?" She cried. "I didn't do anything to you..." I hissed.

"Not only are you stupid, but you're insensitive, too," I released her wrists. She crumpled to the ground, resuming her whimpering. I crouched down next to her.

"...I just want him back,"

"No, you don't,"

"Yes, I do!"

"Why?"

She didn't respond. I sighed.

"You don't need him back. You're the motherfucking Indigo League Champion. Crystal's a whore. She's got nothing on you. Lance is just a faggit. He's got nothing on you, either,"

Lyra let a light giggle escape her.

"...You dated that whore,"

"You dated that faggit,"

She laughed again. As quickly as it came, it faded and was replaced by yet another frown.

"...What do I do now?" She opened her bag and pulled out the article that I had wasted ¥450 on earlier. Her fingers lightly traced the outline of the pictures.

I stood up.

"You move on,"

"...I..don't know how..."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"God, you're so helpless," I stuck my hand out. "Do I always need to help you out?"

She stared at my hand, then at me. Smiling, she reached out and grasped my hand.

"Heh, I guess so,"

A/N DAWW DAT WAZ SO SWEEET.

AND SOFA KING CORNY.-shoots self multiple times-

Is not done yet. I hope to build moar drama. But I finally got Silver and Lyra to be "friends" again, and YOU KNOW WHERE IT GOES FROM THAR.

*eyebrow eyebrow*

Short chapter is short. Sorry...

So how bout those 20 reviews? I'll make a deal: at 15 reviews, I'll give the summary of the one shot ;) Maybe that'll motivate you.

Like I usually do, I'll explain the chapter title

Assist is Skitty's signature move. It randomly selects a move from any Pokemon in the player's party and allows the user to execute it. Chapter title makes sense because Silver "assisted" Lyra. Yeah. CORNY. But hey. I could have used Helping Hand XD

FUN FACT about Assist. Somewhere in HGSS, there is a trainer with a Drowzee that knows Assist. Drowzee can only learn Assist through chain breeding with a Spinda. I recall this trainer being close to the Day Care, so it may have been to showcase passing down moves via breeding.