A/N: HEY GUYS! Honestly, I wasn't going to post another chapter. I've been feeling rather tired and lazy lately, but I just woke up refreshed and ready to be somewhat productive! Though sleeping in the middle of the heat, during the day, can give a person a headache. Which isn't fun.

Anyways, I would like to remind that this story is for fun. I'm not quite sure if I'm going somewhere with the plot, but this is a story where Silver figures out where she's going and what she wants to do. Finding answers about herself that has been hidden, ever since she started asking. If anything, the seeking of knowledge has always been ingrained in her because she was always given roundabout answers from her father. So, there you go, if you're wondering why Silver is working so hard to find out more information.

I'm deciding if I want to have a large array of OCs or not. So far, I've written in Jessie, James, & Meowth, Domino to a certain extent… Archer, Ariana, and Petrel, but not really Proton. I haven't really thought about how Silver and Proton can actually get along… so… is there a Team Rocket member you'd like to see more often? I did have Cassidy and Butch show up a chapter or two ago, but I don't know. I never really cared for those two, but I do like how Cassidy and Jessie seems to have some sort of past dynamic. A reason for resenting each other. So… should I add more while I'm at it?

Okay. That's enough about that. I hope you guys are ENJOYING yourselves, and enjoy your week!

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A tired sigh left your breath as you suddenly felt a heavy weight on your chest, followed by a paw nudging your face, and a rough lick upon your nose. Your eyes opened to notice a familiar feline on top of you, her familiar red eyes staring into your tired silver, and you let another sigh leave your breath. "… I'm waking up. You can get off of me," you mumbled in irritation, waiting for the persian to shift off of you before you began to shift your body, letting out a deep yawn and stretching your arms, and you smirked as you noticed the persian was yawning in response to your yawn, as well. "I'd rather be lazy today, you know," you huffed, but knowing your complaints are futile against the very 'mon that treated you like one of her kittens, regardless if you wanted that or not, you let yourself stumble out of your bed, making your way into the bathroom, before eventually wandering back into your bedroom to find the persian on top of your bed in the very spot you were sleeping in.

"Stealing my heat, eh?" you scoffed, but you didn't bother to stay angry with this persian for longer then a minute as you began to look through your belongings, deciding upon what to wear. If you should wear anything. If you'd rather shuffle into the kitchen to eat, or at the very least put something decent on, other then having your pajamas on.

Honestly, you have no idea what this day is going to bring. If you should bother with a cute outfit or not. You decided to slip on a pair of pants and a tee shirt, knowing that persian was going to stay in your room and probably had her breakfast, by now, so instead you didn't bother to do anything else as you made your way down the narrow and short hallway, into the living room/kitchen/dining room space. You smirked to yourself, noticing your father was sitting at the table, reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of black, strong coffee. The smell of strong coffee filled your senses, and you drifted over to the coffee pot, noticing half of the pot had been brewed, and still hot on the hot plate, so you filled yourself a cup of coffee. Adding a little bit of sugar and cream just to dilute the taste of bitter coffee, a tad. Helping you drink the liquid as quickly as possible.

Knowing your dad, he didn't bother to order food for you. Didn't even think about it, but that didn't matter. You know how things go when it comes to your father, and instead you wandered to the wooden dining table, sitting down and calmly sipping your coffee in a desperate attempt to wake yourself up. If washing your face because of the feline's licks wasn't enough.

"Any plans for the day?" you heard your father ask as he sipped his coffee, as you sipped your own at the thought.

You are not a morning person, and you've quickly realized your father isn't, either. But, work starts early. So the moment you learned the importance of a cup of coffee, you've been drinking the stuff just to stay as alert as possible. Though, a nap sounds great right about now, you couldn't help but think as you continued to sip on your hot mug. "… Not really. If you work, then I'll be working. If not, we can do something today. I don't care," you answered, a bit rudely some people would think, but you're not awake and he's not awake.

"You work?" he responded, but you simply looked over at him with half tired eyes.

"Yes. Duh."

"What type?" he asked, in the same monotone tone as before, and you could tell he was still waking up. This must be his first cup of coffee for the day.

"Well…" you began with a sigh, sitting up in your chair in an attempt to wake yourself up. "I don't know if anyone told you, Petrel or Archer I suppose, but I was unconscious for a while. Exhausted," you stated, pausing for a moment before continuing, "so I have a good week's amount of work to get through. Answering phone calls… messages… talking to the professor. That sort of stuff."

"Huh… I see," he responded, the two of you growing silent at the sound of paper crinkling as he turned the page, and you sipping rather loudly on your own cup of coffee was all that could be heard.

But… this is nice. You haven't sat down for breakfast like this, with your father, since you were… well, maybe ten? Eleven? Before things truly began to suck. Heck, it's been a while since you've been at the family manor, now haven't you? Hmmm…

"Also, there's some data I have to leaf through," you decided to say, recalling that, yes, you had taken the time to attempt to download as much data from Team Galactic as possible, before completely corrupting and destroying their servers and computer systems.

"Team Galactic," he stated as he flipped to another page, before sighing to himself. "… What will you do with it?"

"Sell it. What I think could be useful to other people, but there was something I wanted to find… and then delete, entirely. A few things, so that won't be for sale," you stated, sipping on your coffee again, only to notice your father was looking at you past his newspaper. "… What?"

"For sell? You don't care about losing such valuable information? –"

"The coppers will pay a hefty sum for information on Team Galactic, but of course I can get a nice amount of money from selling the information on the black market… I know," you rolled your eyes, "you think I shouldn't be doing this, but why not? If I have precious info no one else has. Besides, I doubt most of the information will be useful –"

"I'll buy," he spoke, his words getting your attention as you looked over at him with a critical stare.

"… How much?"

"How much are you offering?" he countered, causing you to sigh and rub at your face.

"Just because you're my dad doesn't mean I'll give you a discount –"

"How about this?" he began, placing his newspaper on the table as he began to drink his coffee, almost finishing the cup before continuing calmly, but also confidently. "Team Rocket owes you, already. I'll wire you the money we, or rather you, had negotiated. But, for the raw information, I'll pay you for the data, and then pay to go through the data," he spoke, causing you to look over at him with wide eyes to notice that, no, he wasn't joking. "… Do we have a deal?"

"… Sure," you groaned, rubbing at your face again before grabbing your mug with both hands to sip the strong coffee and warm up your hands. "I have nothing better to do, honestly… but this time, at least be clear on what you want. And, that information I plan on deleting –"

"You can do that. I won't stop you –"

"Great. Also, next time, don't talk about business at the breakfast table like this. I'd rather keep my work and personal life separate," you told him, causing him to smirk.

"Si bambina," he chuckled to himself, finding your words amusing, but you sighed, resuming to sip on your coffee, while you thought over his offer.

It wasn't a bad offer. In fact, it's a great offer! But… you should make a couple of phone calls, at least, before you start doing that sort of work. It's been… at least a week of inactivity, from you. At the very least, you need to reassure some people that, yes, you're fine, and no, you're not dead. The grueling work can be left for later. The idea of working with your father likes this…

How can you pass up such a great opportunity?

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"You're still here?" you heard a huffy voice ask and you barely glanced over as you picked out your breakfast.

"Yes. Jessie… don't you have work or something?"

"We've been given a bit of a break. A few days, at least, before the Boss will surely assign us a new mission," she told you, her eyes just as tired as your own are, but she sat next to you letting an exhausted sigh leave her breath. "Seriously, twerp. I would think you'd run away, by now… is it true –"

"Don't… start," you responded as you sipped at your new cup of coffee, though this cafeteria blend isn't as delicious and rich as the one in your father's apartment. You're going to have to keep that in mind. "I'm processing a lot right now, so if you could just –"

"If I could make a comment?" she asked, cutting you off before you could tell her to leave you alone, but you just glared. Waiting for the woman to continue as she glared back, before she looked away and grumbled underneath her breath. "Look… I get it. The feelings you have right now."

"No you don't –"

"My mother worked for Team Rocket, a very long time ago. That's not something I tell anyone, but she was everything I had, until she disappeared one day and never came back," Jessie began, causing you to look at her sympathetically, but she continued with a snort. "But, what I want to explain is that, when I was a kid, I was given the offer to join Team Rocket. At the very least, start doing grunt work for the team."

"You are an agent though –"

"Yes, but I refused the offer and set off on a journey of my own," she told you, pausing for a moment before continuing with a tired sigh. "I tried many different opportunities that came my way. None of them stuck. Not in the same way Team Rocket did. What I'm trying to tell you is that, whatever your father told you about the team, you don't have to stay. You don't have to be a Rocket member, if you don't want to. You can continue to be that champion idol that you achieved on your own merits. Trust me. I'd love to be as great at battling as you are. You shouldn't give up on something that you earned, on your own. When I decided to join back up with the team, at that point, no one knew that I had been with this group preciously. It was a choice I made on my own," she told you, "and because I wanted to. Not because I had to.

"See what I'm saying?"

"… I shouldn't accept being forced to join Team Rocket. Is that what you're saying?" you responded, your questionable response causing the woman to give you an unsure look, but you smiled meekly and shook your head. "Thank you Jessie, but… that's not what I'm hung up on, right now."

"Then what?" she huffed, munching angerly on her cookie, but you shrugged your shoulders in response, your gaze falling on the far wall, before you glanced back to her with a sad, but light smile on your face.

"My father never, ever wanted me to join up with Team Rocket. Ever. He has done everything in his power to make sure that happened. If people from the team visited, they could never let it slip that they worked for a criminal organization. Couldn't say particular things, like how to steal or talk about the latest heist. In front of my face. I thought that my life was relatively normal until I was shipped away to a boarding school, where my personal problems with my father stems from. At first, I thought he abandoned me, but after talking to some peers there… I realized that, no. There was something else.

"I wasn't treated the same as most. I wasn't some middle class girl whose parents work hard to make sure she gets a perfect education. My name wasn't prominent enough in high society that anyone knew about me and considered me rich. I wasn't even considered part of the 'bad kids' who were only there because their parent was probably doing some bad illegal business. No. I wasn't even that. I was just… a nobody, and I accepted that because no one bothered me. I developed my own dreams and desires because no one expected anything from me. I didn't have to worry about running a family business, being an heiress, following in my parents' footsteps. None of that.

"But… I just never could figure out why my father wouldn't talk to me, about certain things. Cut me off when I tried to talk about my hobbies. My interests that involved anything bordering criminal acts. Even if it's only arson… or just breaking curfews. I just became madder and madder.

"I've learned a lot over the years. Trying to piece together information I could never ask my dad directly. If I did, he'd try to put a stop to my prying. I just… needed to know, you know? I uncovered a lot. Secrets I doubt even admins know about, and perhaps not even your executives. I figured he was a criminal, actually. I just never realized…" you paused, your gaze staring down at your food for a moment, before you let out a deep, exhausted sigh, before smiling lightly to yourself. "It's funny, now that I think about it. I was such a troublesome kid, and I still am.

"I know what my father wants. He wants me to just walk away. Forget about Team Rocket entirely and live my life the way I want to. The way he couldn't. But… that's the thing.

"After I tracked down my father, I was going to recruit myself into Team Rocket," you told her, noticing her eyes starting to widen as you continued in a tired, helpless tone of voice. "I-I… know some people here. Honestly. People who have helped me. Who I care about, a-and if I could just get closer… I was going to do just that. I reached my goal of a champion. I wanted to, at the very least, reach the top. Have the strongest 'mons. The best team. A fun journey, but after Sinnoh… it's feeling hollow. Lacking. Everyone is talking about what they plan on doing, but I still don't have a damn clue what I want to do with myself.

"I can't tell him that I was going to join. He'd just… be so disappointed," you continued with a pout, only to hear Jessie sighing deeply, her annoyed tone getting your attention.

"How? Just, be some grunt doing grunt work?"

"Probably. Everyone starts somewhere, right? And it's like you said. If I'm going to do something, I want to earn it. Not let it be handed to me on a silver platter. Besides, I'm a top notch hacker, who's one of the best in the world. Actually. In the world of programming and the deep web, I most certainly am. More of a whispered idol then I could ever be as a regional champion. And if not that, I do have information. And, I've always wanted to start some research projects," you couldn't help but say, bragging a bit, but your smile weaned as you sighed to yourself.

"Still… n-now –"

"It'll just be too easy. You wouldn't be earning your keep around here, and everyone will think that way," she responded, causing you to nod, slightly, before you yelped as she huffed and poked the side of your cheek. "You dummy. You don't have to hold yourself back, like that."

"W-what do you mean? –"

"Kid, you're smart. A bit annoying, but when it comes to picking up on things, you tend to figure out problems quicker then me. Then James, even. And when you put your mind to something, you always succeed. At least partially. You shouldn't worry if you can't do it. What you should think about is if you want to do it. Do you really want to be a criminal for life? A researcher? Some… programmer hacker person? Or even some champion. Or a gym leader, or whatever else you come up with. The question is, what do you really want to do?"

"I-I don't know. That's the problem, and this visit didn't help me narrow my choices down –"

"Considering all your options, why do you think you should be a Team Rocket member? Seriously? Because the pay is low and your life is always at risk. One slip and you could get killed, by your enemies and even the boss. No offence."

"None taken," you responded simply. Though, yes, the thought of your father actually killing people unnerved you, but you're sure it's happened. Many times… over and over… to the point that it's become a routine. You understand why he would do such a thing, in his position, but… doesn't mean you can fully accept that side of him, yet. That's just… a bit too hard, right now.

Even if you're just as bad as he is, if you're going to be completely honest with yourself.

"I fell back on the team because it was one of my only options. With you, you have many. Why become a lowlife like the rest of us?"

"… Maybe I am just a very bad person," you couldn't help but say, noticing the miffed look in her eyes suddenly turning hard and cold, but you continued with a shaky breath. "I'm… serious. I'm drawn to evil things like a venomoth to a flame. Could the answer just be that simple?"

"That's a stupid reason," Jessie scoffed, shaking her head while huffing underneath her breath. "You're not twisted, like the rest of us are. You aren't down on your luck or a psychopath. You care about people, and even pokemon. You're just as much of an annoying twerp as Ketchum is. Joining the team would mean the end to all of that. The niceness, gone. Kindness, gone –"

"I know," you told her, putting up a hand to stop her from continuing, and you let the silence between you settle… until you finally gathered your thoughts, your wits, and continued with a slight scoff. "Fine. I won't say that I'm drawn to evil or that I am evil. That hit a nerve, apparently. Fine…

"A better reason? Then just useful skills? The friends I know, here. The people I know. Living on the outside has taught me a lot a-and… the league is just as corrupt as any illegal criminal gang. What is legal is determined by their own decisions. Their own terms for justice, even if they lie and cheat and steal. If everyone is the same, then what's the point of caring?" you told her with a shrug. "I can work for myself, but just how much can I do as one person? Or a small corporation? And the governments? Some are worse then others. Some are even a reason why teams end up growing too powerful.

"Team Flare was backed up by the Kalos government, up until the bitter end. When the public truly saw how twisted their boss truly was. That they weren't just some fashionable group that wanted to make the world 'beautiful'. They wanted to destroy everything. Same with Team Galactic. Their boss had ties to the government, too. And I'm sure my father is no different.

"But that's the difference. Team Rocket doesn't aim to destroy everything. To change the world. All it's about is earning a profit and spreading a bit of chaos. With a bit of world domination mixed in for good taste. And I'm not blind. The team spans regions, and has grown over years and years. Decades, generations. The network is so vast no one can escape Team Rocket. No one.

"So, why not give it a chance? And join? And be closer to people I care about? And a way to further my own goals, goals I haven't quite decided upon, but still goals, nonetheless. Thoughts, desires, dreams. I can get things done through the team. I don't care anymore about moral values. A-and yes… if I could I'd change some stuff, but considering what I've had to deal with… I don't see why it's so wrong for me to be a Rocket, honestly," you concluded, only to hear the woman let out a tired sigh.

"If that's your decision, Silver, then that's good enough."

"Are you sure? –"

"Don't get the approval of others to do what you want to do. Just do it. Don't hold yourself back. Besides," she continued with a slight smirk on her face as she chewed on a piece of her sausage patty, "to have a kid like you on the team? We'd become unstoppable."

"I thought you already are," you smirked back, causing her to scoff in response.

"Team Rocket has its problems, twerp. But heck, maybe you like the idea of power. That's why you don't want to leave," she stated, her gaze falling on you as you scoffed in annoyance and shook your head.

"Maybe. Maybe not. A reason why I'm not sure anymore is because, that's how it'd go, wouldn't it? I'd end up being a damn leader. Or at the very least, a high ranking executive. I didn't want that type of pressure and responsibility. Then again, if someone else took dad's place, then they'd be threatened by me. Regardless of what I do," you decided to say, pausing as you ate before you let a crude smirk appear on your face. "Maybe that's the answer."

"What?" she scoffed, noticing the sinister look on your face, only to glance at you with an unsure look as you responded to her question.

"Even if I'm not a part of the team, I'll still have a target on my back. I'd have to erase everything about myself to just become a normal person, and honestly, do I want that? I worked so hard to be Silver Sakaki. To find my own path. So, if my path leads me to the team, why should I question it? Besides… if the team benefits me, rather then becomes another threat to me, then I have one place where I can find a bit of peace… Am I making the wrong choice?" you sighed to yourself, only to feel a hand on your shoulder, causing you turn to Jessie and give her a questionable look.

"It's the wrong choice if you regret making it, but you haven't even made that choice, yet. Obviously," she huffed. "So, stop worrying and start doing something."

"Y-yeah… I should start," you thought aloud, before you turned to her and gave her a nod and a smile. "Thank you, Jessie."

"For what? –"

"Helping me talk through this. My thoughts… lately. I have a hard time figuring out my choices if I don't have someone sensible to talk to," you told her, and while she gave you a questionable look, she smirked in response.

"If it means helping out the future boss, then I'm happy to help."

"Whoever said that?" you scoffed in annoyance, but you couldn't help but smirk at her slight teasing. Or, at least you hope she's teasing you.

What's the point of turning back now? You know, now. That this Team Rocket is like a family legacy, then anything else. A family business… a crooked one, but still. But boss?... No. No, you're not ready for such a thing, right now. No way.

But you've been found out, already. You are sure whispers have been circulating around about the boss' mysterious kid. Maybe they think you weren't raised by him. Hunted him down to get a DNA test, or something like that. Or, it's the opposite. Rumors about that famous Kalos champion actually knowing the boss. That she's turning into a Rocket member. A potential recruit. Maybe that's it.

Either way, this is still a lot to take in at once… but, you do have a job to do. A bit of money will be coming your way, so you'll just… not worry, for a little while. Drown yourself in your work until you decide to worry about the repercussions of your actions, later.

Like usual.