bakerstreet | The "Be Careful What You Wish For" Meme

Everyone has something they wish for. If we didn't have desires, we wouldn't have hearts. Sometimes we want mundane things: a turkey sandwich sounds pretty good right about now. And sometimes we want impossible things: if only I could make her love me.

Just for today, your heart's desires are granted. Maybe it has something to do with that monkey paw you found at a flea market. Perhaps you've gone on an expedition and returned with some rusty old lamp. It could be a wish on a shooting star, an extinguished birthday candle, or even the work of a good old-fashioned Faery Godparent. Whatever's caused this sudden change in your luck, one thread holds true. It turned out wrong.

Now, your crush loves you so much she's stalking you. You can turn objects into gold with a touch, but all the food turns inedible on your tongue. Everyone's left you alone to read, but you've just broken your glasses. The sandwich is a little dry.

Can you handle getting what you want?
Thread around and find out.

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[Shaking his head.] It's fine with me. [Honestly, he's not picky. He'd rather see Archer eat something he enjoys.]

I know the perfect place. Shall we?

[It's secret and Rocket-friendly with a nice view and good wine blah blah blah]

[Isn't he a little too young for wine, Archer] Yeah. Let's go.

[Nothing wrong with experimenting with tastes, right? Archer sends for a Rocket car and works on his pokegear during the ride, sending messages to his Executives to handle the information they've received today, and to not talk to him for the next two hours unless it's something significant (ten year old hat-wearing kid with his Pokemon being one of them)]

[Silver's quick to check his Pokégear himself; it's amazing how much it can help him stay on top of things. It keeps him distracted for quite a bit until he stops, stares at it for a moment, and rather abruptly decides to leave it alone.]

[As focused as Archer is on his work, Silver always takes top priority]

Are you all right, sir?

[...He could dismiss it as nothing, but Archer probably wouldn't buy it.]

You don't have to call me sir when it's only you and me, you know. [A distraction from the point will have to do. He doesn't look upset so much as he looks... Tired. Really, really tired.]

What do you mean, sir?

Silver's fine. ...Of course, it's up to you.

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[Don't give him a choice. Why would you give him a choice]

[...Sigh. He knows that look.] I'd rather hear you use my name.

If you wish, sir.

-Silver. [He'll try, honest] May I ask why?

...Isn't it obvious?

[N...o...]

[...] You're more of my equal than my right hand man. You shouldn't feel like you're restricted to my orders and calling me sir.

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You're worth so much more than all of us combined.

Oh, please. [He has to resist the urge to hold his head in at least one of his hands and forces himself to lean back into his seat instead of hunching over.]

A leader isn't a leader without followers. A king is nothing without a kingdom. I'd hardly be anything without Team Rocket, but Team Rocket would continue to live without me.

And rather easily, too. If I were to disappear, you'd be the leader instead. You're just as capable as me, if not more so.

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No one is more fit for the position than you.

[He stares at Archer for a moment. It's pretty clear that he's not satisfied with that answer.

...But he says nothing and quickly shifts his gaze elsewhere.]

[He's only speaking on what he believes is the truth. Silver is looking...well, he's looking as Silver normally would, but Archer was almost expecting him to look more content. Huh]

[Silver decides that at this point he's simply going to keep quiet until Archer breaks the silence. Whether or not Archer says anything before the car stops is on him.]

[...

Naaahhhh. All in his head!]

We're here, sir. [And nothing of value was learned. Archer steps out first and holds the door open, waiting for Silver]

[Alright, alright, moving on. They're going to have lunch... Er, diner, Archer's going to enjoy it, and then they're both going to get back to work as usual. He quickly steps out and waits for Archer to lead the way.]

[The entire place pretty much stops just for them. They're quickly urged upstairs by the overeager servers for a private table with a view. The place reeks of thoughtless wealth, partially helped by kind Rocket donations to keep their place beneath them]

[You can take a dog off the street and groom, teach, or pretty it up all you want, but it will still never be a well raised dog with a proper pedigree. Silver is as awkward and uncomfortable as ever with all the wealthy nonsense surrounding something as simple as eating; the only differences are that he's not outright refusing to go and he's gotten better at hiding his discomfort and being civil.]

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