Hello! So there seems to be a recent influx of Werehog stories, so I figured I'd get on the bandwagon and write one myself. Naw, I'm just kidding. I started writing this weeks ago when I (finally) completed Unleashed, but only really finished the chapter tonight. But anyway, it's sort of a re-write of Unleashed, and by sort of I mean completely different. Haha, not really. It's in-keeping with the same basic plot, but kind of deviates a little.

And I know the plot has been done to death, but I thought I'd just add my own little flair to it ;)

Okay, I'm just going to stop writing stuff now. I'm probably making it even more confusing. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic in any way, shape or form.

Thin Ice.

Tails jumped and grabbed a hold of the side of the Tornado before pulling himself up into the driver's seat, landing with a soft thud and bumping his knee on the steering wheel as he got there. He hissed at the sudden impact and rubbed the area for a moment, dang, he was going to have a bruise from that. Once recovered, he pushed himself around so his arms were where the pedals were and his feet were flailing around in the air. Groping around blindly, he managed to find what he had been searching for and jumped back down from the plane with his newly-acquired spanner in hand.

The most recent scuffle with Eggman on their way here had unfortunately left more than a few dents in the body of said plane, and they'd also come away with a really wonky left wing. Even someone who didn't know how to fly it would have known it wasn't safe, it seriously wasn't. So far he'd fixed most of it and had managed to straighten out the majority of the dents, and now all that was left was to screw in that final bolt on the wing. He stepped up onto his toes and tightened it, dusting his hands off when he was done.

Well, that had been fairly easy. Granted, he'd spent the past few hours trying to make it look as fine as possible, but you couldn't really rush something like that.

As soon as they'd landed here in Spagonia (which, for the record, had not been his finest descent, but he blamed the fact the wing was about to fall off), Sonic had run off, trying to find a temple of whatever it was he was supposed to do. He hadn't heard back from him yet, but that wasn't particularly worrying...Sonic did what Sonic wanted. What was more pressing though was all the repairing he'd had to do, and coming back to that topic, it had all gone well, if he did say so himself. And maybe, just maybe if daylight held out for a little longer he'd have time to re-paint it.

"Tails!" Or maybe not.

"Hey, Sonic!" He spun around to face his brother, accidentally dropping his spanner as he did so. It clattered to the ground, making them both jump at the loud noise. He felt his cheeks flush and looked up at Sonic embarrassedly, biting his lip. "What's up?"

"Nothing really," He replied. "I have no idea where this temple thing is, so I've made absolutely no progress," He sighed and kicked the ground. Tails couldn't help but feel bad at this, Sonic was doing so much for everyone, it must be annoying knowing that you hadn't really gotten much further.

"At least you know where not to look now," It was feeble; he knew that, but better than nothing. Sonic just nodded in response. "Hey, where's Chip?"

"He flew off ages ago, I think he was hungry," He laughed and instantly the mood lifted. "But speaking of, why don't we go grab something to eat?"

Tails contemplated the suggestion for a moment - he could go some food (he'd seen some of the restaurants earlier and they looked incredible!) but the Tornado really needed painting. He hadn't given it a proper do-over in about two years now and everything the plane went through was starting to take it's toll on it, the edges were all peeling off. Plus, it was starting to get dark now and it was harder to work at night. "It's getting a bit late, don't you think?"

Sonic stared at him and Tails could tell that he was going over something in his mind. He blinked slowly and then it was apparent it had clicked what it was as his shoulders slumped. He stood there for a moment longer, and then he was gone, dashing around a corner near where they'd been standing in a blur. Tails frowned, watching the space where he'd just been, trying to work out why the sudden departure. Had he said something wrong? It's not like he didn't want to spend time with his brother, and Sonic knew that, it was genuinely just gett- oh.

He took off immediately, cursing at himself for how insensitive he'd sounded. Of course Sonic was going to think he meant people wouldn't want to see him, what else would he derive from that remark? Stupid, stupid! He broke into a faster jog, hoping (but knowing that it wasn't very likely) he'd catch up to him.

He'd run about two streets, glancing down all the alleyways (when they'd first gotten here, he'd thought all the paths like that were cool. Now, not so much) when his brother's familiar blue shape caught his eye. Well, that hadn't been too hard... Sonic was leaning with his forehead against the wall, his hands were shaking and he yelped in pain. It was all a rather scary sight, but the latter was the worst part, Sonic never complained about injury, even if he had been fighting giant robots or maniacal creatures and had come off worse for wear. It made Tails' heart pound like crazy, what was happening? Is this what his brother had to go through every morning and every evening? It looked so painful!

Sonic started banging his head against the wall, obviously trying to control the shaking, and Tails ran forward, arm outstretched - why he thought this would help was beyond him - as some sort of support. But he got two steps away when Sonic opened his eyes and yelled out to him.

"Tails!" And then standing in his place was...well, it was Sonic, but you know, that werehoggy him.

He shook his head, it had all been over just like that... Once the initial shock had worn off though, he was able to properly concentrate on what was in front of him - an angry, growling creature. Something wasn't right here...usually Sonic was the same when this happened, just a teensy bit more feral, but now he looked ready to attack anything that got in his way. Including him.

"Sonic?" He stuttered, taking a step backwards. It's only Sonic, it's only Sonic! He wouldn't hurt you, you're his best friend! But no matter how many times he repeated that in his head, his gut was telling him to get out of there, fast. He'd never behaved like this in that form before, why was he suddenly so aggressive? It was awful and he was ashamed when he looked back on it, but at this moment, he was actually scared. He'd never tell though, it would break Sonic's heart.

He was answered with a low growl and then an even louder one. If that wasn't a clear indication that something was very wrong, then he didn't know what was. But anyway, it was here that he took off, spinning his namesake around and racing back to the safety of the Tornado. He didn't look around or stop until he got to said plane, landing on the wing before collapsing into the driver's seat.

It took a few moments for him to catch his breath and then he peeked up over the door, checking out what was happening (it probably hadn't been a smart move to not be facing the action) and much to his relief, he wasn't being pursued. Straight away he scolded himself for the thought; Sonic was his best friend, not some monster! But what he was seeing right now might not be the best way to prove that, as he was running into town on all fours...like a real wolf.

Wait. That wasn't good.

Without really thinking, he jumped up once more and this time chased his brother. He was a fair way behind him, but found one of those back paths and managed to cut Sonic off, stopping right in front of him with his arms outstretched. Sonic growled, baring his teeth at him and taking a step forward. Tails swallowed hard, trying to ignore the rising panic - dark gaia was such an awful thing! He couldn't really stop the fear though, because even though this was Sonic, at the same time...it wasn't.

"Sonic!" He hoped that hearing his name would somehow snap him out of it and bring him back to his senses (or rather, he just didn't know what else to say), but unfortunately it didn't seem to and Sonic just took another step forward. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his arm move, and then suddenly all he felt was pain. It took him by surprise and he gasped, stumbling back a little. It took him half a minute or so to realise what had happened, and when he did, he looked down to try and find what was hurting and found three deep gashes on his stomach, and then looked back up to find Sonic gone.

After bandaging up his torso, Tails had drifted under the Tornado all night, willing it to be morning. It seemed to take forever (as things tend to do when you're waiting for them), but eventually it started to light up. Thank God! He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the sudden brightness and then pushed himself to standing. Ouch, he still wasn't used to that stinging.

"Hey, Tails!" The familiar voice made him break into a grin - after last night he'd never been happier to see his brother. Said hedgehog skidded to a halt just in front of him, and while he was smiling at first, his expression soon turned to a frown upon noticing the bandages. "Oh man, what happened, little buddy?"

He gaped in surprise, was this for serious? "You don't remember?" Sonic shook his head. "You happened, Sonic! Last night you were totally savage and when I stood in front of you, you swiped at me!" And then not for the first time, Tails regretted speaking. He would have had to tell him eventually, but he should have at least said it a little less harshly. But he'd just been so surprised that he hadn't recalled any of it that it had just come out, really!

"I'm sorry," He mumbled. "I didn't mean to," His shoulders slumped and soon the rest of him followed, taking a seat underneath the wing - not far from where Tails had been napping. He watched the ground seemingly deep in thought for what felt like forever, but in reality was really only a minute or so. Eventually he looked back up at him with a grin (which was so obviously forced, in any other situation it would have been kind of comical). "If you're pulling my leg, I'm going to be mighty mad,"

Tails felt like crying, he wanted nothing more than to be able to tell Sonic that everything was okay and he was indeed joking, but he couldn't - wouldn't lie like that. So he just shook his head and slid down so he was sitting next to him. They were silent as he tried to think of something to say that would reassure him, he wanted to make him feel better but they couldn't exactly dismiss what had happened either. He had been dangerous, through no fault of his own, and they had to work out why.

The silence continued until Sonic suddenly kicked the ground, making Tails jump. "I hate this! I'd never hurt anyone and now apparently I can't even control it!" Upon seeing his brother's surprise at the sudden outburst he added, "I'm so sorry, those gashes aren't too deep, are they?"

"They're okay," He said, shrugging slightly. To be honest, he was really distracted as he as trying to figure out why the sudden change. Dark gaia was known for changing people's personalities at night time, but on so far on Sonic it had only changed his appearance. But yesterday...something had been altered, perhaps he'd absorbed more dark gaia? Though that didn't seem very likely, they had to figure out what it was, lest they want a repeat of the night before.

He yawned, suddenly feeling really tired. He'd only managed two hours of sleep tops last night, and even then he had been waking up all the time keeping an eye out for Sonic. It wasn't particularly easy to sleep when a dangerous creature was running around the town, especially one that had already hurt you. Plus, when he got hung up on thinking about huge situations, it exhausted him. Probably not a good thing, but whatever.

"Are you tired, buddy?" He nodded and in response, Sonic shifted closer to him and placed his arm around his shoulders. "Here," Tails yawned again and placed his head against his brother's side, closing his eyes as he did so. It was kind of funny in a terrible sort of way - last night he'd been so scared of Sonic's transformation, and now here he was.

So, there we go! In case you're wondering, Sonic isn't going to turn into some merciless killing machine...I could never write something like that. He's just like an animal, an aggressive one, hahaha. And why he's behaving like that will all be revealed, or maybe you've already guessed? Nonetheless, I hope it was okay!

And originally I was going to call this Hurricane, but then I remembered the plane was called the Tornado, haha.