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[Silver hadn't come home.

That was how it had started. Clarissa hadn't been worried. Annoyed? Yes. The nerve of it, Silver disappearing early morning and not letting her know that he was going to be out for hours. Surely it was just courteous to let the person you lived with know if you wouldn't be coming home, right? She had stewed on it and quickly forgotten about it again, going on with her own damn day. It wasn't until it began to get late and Silver wouldn't pick up her calls on his PokeGear that Clarissa began to...not even worry, not yet. No, she just grew angrier and more impatient...until she got the call.

A ransom note, that's what the Grunts had to show her when had she reached base, out of breath from running and demanding to know the situation. That's when concern kicked in. Not just concern, either. Panic. With the Executives MIA and nor the time nor the patience to sit around and play hostage politics Clarissa had ordered her Grunts to her and they had set out. It would be against anyone else's best interests, but with the knot of rage and panic in her stomach Clarissa isn't willing to do anything but tear whoever took the heir— Silver apart.

...Mercifully their opposition is a manageable one. A slapdash gang of rogue trainers-come-bounty hunters. Potentially a force to be wary of...but not a patch on bona fide Team like Rocket, as hoped. Unorganised petty thugs who don't know their damn place... Clarissa sees their members falling to her Team's numbers and brutality as she tears through the run-down network of below-ground corridors as she searches desperately for Silver. The floor shakes with explosions from other areas of the building as this small portion of Team Rocket puts the teams ridiculous supply of Electrodes and Voltorbs to use as retribution for this group's insult against theirs. Normally she would love to join in with the carnage but right now all she can focus on is finding Silver, pelting through the building and taking-out any members she runs into on the way with Blastoise and Clefairy.]

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[Silver, meanwhile, is locked in a small room and tied to a chair in the most cliched of ways. The gang had come out of nowhere and demanded a battle, curb-stomped his Pokemon then knocked Silver himself out. When he came to, he was tied to the chair and his Pokemon had been taken away.

The gang had gone on about how they'd get some big money for stashing the Team Rocket heir away, jeering about how Giovanni's son was weaker and stupider than they thought. Not that Silver cared what these creeps thought of him...sure, if he weren't tied down he'd have kicked their asses, but only because they were idiots. Not because they offended him or anything.]

[Another turn in the corridor. And another. Why did such a pathetic group need such a large base? She's beginning to lose energy and the fear-generated rush of adrenaline is all that's keeping her going, but one more twist and turn of the building and she strikes gold. It's fairly suspicious and not at all subtle to have six people guard a single door. There's no way Clarissa's going to waste her time trying to take them all on, and so...

...Silver might hear screams and the sound of rushing water, as something large and heavy whizzing along the concrete floors and bouncing off the coridoor walls, then the sounds of frantic footprints that fade into the dulled background noise of other battles and explosions going on around the hideout. Moments later there will be a sudden crash and the door will splinter and fly off its hinges. Blastoise steps back, satisfied with his handiwork and allows Clarissa to bolt in.]

Silver!

[immediately snaps to attention upon hearing her shout his name. He never thought he'd be so relieved to see her, and it takes all his effort not to smile or look like he's glad]

[That's okay, you can thank her for this later. Right now all that matters to Clarissa is getting both herself and Silver out of there and calling off the grunts. She immediately hurries over. Upon seeing the ropes binding Silver to the chair, she nods at Clefairy:]

Use Swift!

[Clefairt fires off razor-sharp star-shaped bursts of energy at the rope. They strike with the usual flawless accuracy that comes with the move, slicing cleanly though the ropes (as well as part of the chair). Clarissa steps quickly forward and takes Silver's face in her hands, tilting his head to get him to look at her. It's not a gesture of affection — her eyes dart sharply over his face, scrutinising.]

Are you hurt anywhere?

My head fucking hurts. [even in his current state he's not that happy about being touched and trying to squirm away a little] S-stop that! You're making it worse! And thanks for almost cutting me with those stars!

Quit your bitching! [She will be letting go of his face, however.] And Swift never misses, either!

[If Silver was relieved at Clarissa stopping touching him then he won't be for much longer. Clarissa will be grabbing Silver by the arm and heaving him up.]

We have to go!

Whatever! [for now he'll let himself be dragged along, all he wants is out of this fucking place.]

[She hurries them both along as fast as possible without breaking into a run, Blastoise stomping after them. Clarissa's grip on Silver's arm remains strong, keeping him tethered close to her. TR seemed to have the upper hand when she first came through here, but they still need to get out now, before the group has time to gather reinforcements. Somebody must have been alerted about Silver's escape already and they can't afford to stay any longer.]

[just...lets himself be dragged along. This is humiliating as all get out, having to be rescued by Team fucking Rocket of all people, plus the fact that he couldn't even defend himself in the first place...not to mention being referred to as Giovanni's heir. That always blows.

But right now he's just focusing on how glad he is to be getting out of here.]

[There's not much further to go. Clarissa readies Magmar's pokeball and keeps it clutched in her hand, expecting to meet opposition at the exit. She slows down the pace as they ascend the stairs towards the surface, tense and alert...but at the top there are just a pair of Grunts. They look relieved to see the heir has been successfully gotten back, though there's little apparent concern for Silver's actual well-being. Something belonging to the Team has been returned to them, that's all they see.

Clarissa exchanges words with them, tells them to call off the others and get the hell back to base, as well as to alert the higher-ups about what happened. Archer and the others will not be happy about any of this and heads will roll for it (possibly Clarissa's too for acting recklessly on her own, but she'll worry about that later).

She pulls Silver out into the frigid night air, too busy returning Blastoise to his ball and clipping it and Magmar's back to her belt to feel relief at being away from all that stifling concrete and artificial light.]

[He's never appreciated fresh air so much. Unfortunately, it's also cold enough to dampen that appreciation a bit]

Couldn't those assholes at least have let me get my coat?!

Screw your coat, we're going home.

[She releases Pidgeot from its ball.]

Climb on first. [Pushing Silver towards the bird, who is way bigger than 4ft, big enough for the two of them to ride on. (Fuck da ~~police pokedex, the anime and manga do it too)]~~

[gives her a dirty look, but does as told]

[Clarissa climbs on after him, checks over her shoulder to make sure Clefairy is hanging on okay, and—]

Take us home, now-!

[And then Pidgeot spreads his wings and takes off. The two passengers are heavy but he manages to gain altitude well enough, and there isn't that far to go. It's just good their place is so hidden.]

You'd better hold on, okay!

[he will, only because he has no interest in falling to his death just after narrowly escaping something just as bad. Or worse.]

[At least with the inconsiderable distance and Pidgeot's speed the flight is a short one. Before long the pokemon makes its descent and lands at the edge of the forest, arriving safely despite the lack of light out. Clarissa helps Silver down and returns her pokemon, before the pair hurry to the cabin. Clarissa shoves the door open and pulls Silver inside, hitting the light switch and locking the door behind them.]

[Now that the relief rush has worn off, Silver is visibly Not Okay. He's sore and bruised in several places, his head still hurts, and on top of all that he feels weak and stupid and angry. Once again who he is came back to smack him in the face, but it's worse than a simple envy of other Silvers and their dads, or stupid childhood relics.

Giovanni's heir. They knew what he was, what his purpose had been from the beginning. Why Dad had bothered to keep him around despite not even wanting a kid.

Silver flops down on the couch with an angry cry, burying his face in his hands.]

[...This is going to be a long night, Clarissa knows that much. Well, longer than it has been already. She pays no attention to Silver's frustrated outburst, instead wandering out to the kitchen. With an apologetic glance at Clefairy she returns her best friend to her pokeball for the night, before fussing around with certain things.

She soon returns to the living room with a glass of water and a sleeve of tablet painkillers in one hand and an ice pack with a cloth wrapped around it in the other. She sets the water and tablets down on the coffee table for time being, before kneeling down by the sofa.

Assuming Silver doesn't struggle or try to stop her, Clarissa will gently pull Silvers' hands away from his face.]

[he's too caught up in his oncoming BSOD to struggle. Thankfully, he's not crying yet, and even more thankfully he doesn't look like he's seconds away from it. How he feels is another story.]

[That makes things easier for Clarissa, at least. She sweeps Silver's fringe aside with one hand and scrutinises the bump on his forehead. She then heaves herself up from the floor and sits at Silver's side, perching on the very edge of the sofa and leaning over him; her expression is completely serious and concentrated as she continues on in First Aider mode. After years of treating her own injuries and that of her team of grunts this comes naturally, perhaps surprisingly so for someone usually so brash and violent.

This part in particular is easier if Silver remains still; Clarissa places her thumb below Silver's bottom eyelid and her index finger above the top one and opens Silver's eye wider, before doing the same with the other one, checking his pupils. Satisfied, she reaches for the icepack and presses it to the bruised and swollen area on Silver's forehead.]

Are you dizzy? Do you feel sick at all?

[Silver shakes his head to both questions. Right now he's afraid if he tries to talk he'll explode into an emotional fury. Instead he just keeps completely still, letting her look him over and fix him up.

The Rocket Boss's kid, Team Rocket's heir. A tool without a name, a means to an end. An object lucky enough to even be given a name by his father.]

[She checks the rest of his face for other bruises or cuts, keeping the icepack still in place with one hand and tilting Silver's head slightly to the side with the other. Her palm lingers against his cheek longer than it really needs to.

Normally by now Silver would surely be squirming and swearing at her for having her hands all over him...the lack of any reaction from him is beginning to unnerve her a little, though it's...to be expected. But it's still concerning.]

Sit up.

[She doesn't expect Silver to willingly comply on his own, so she'll be taking his upper arms in her grip and trying to pull him up.]

[Silver gives her a bit of a dirty look, doing his best to sit up on his own with her hands gripping his arms. Clarissa should consider herself lucky he doesn't have the energy to fight her right now.]

[Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Silver. Clarissa's pretty damn certain she would win even if Silver wasn't down for the count. She'll glare half-heartedly back at him for that look he just gave her, too...

But, well, whatever. As long as he's sitting she's satisfied for now. She reaches for the glass of water and painkillers — even if Silver doesn't want the meds she's willing to bet he hasn't been given anything to eat or drink all day. She holds the glass out to him.]

How bad does your head hurt?

Pretty bad. [takes the glass and the meds from her. This is definitely a Bad Sign, Silver is normally the world's worst patient.]