Before we get started: I have only done a small portion of Silver's story, and have never unlocked Shadow's, so what I know about Mephiles and the general story of him comes from the internet. From what I gathered, this will take place shortly after the end of Shadow's story but before Mephiles shish-ka-bobs Sonic. And, since the site stated that at the end of the game 'None of the events ever happened and Mephiles never existed,' then the fic you are about to read never happened, either. Confused? Me too, but paradoxes are supposed to be confusing.
Project Starvix note: So fics are out of order, I've been trying to fix that! But for now, this story goes before Metal, We Toddlerized Ourselves, okay? Anyways, prepare for a flood of uploads, because CHRISTMAS! Merry Christmas everyone!
Disclaimer: Teamwork is a large group of people doing exactly what I say.
Somewhere in a distant future…
"Wait up, Blaze!" Silver the Hedgehog, famed psychic of the future (The ONLY psychic of the future) called to his best friend, Blaze the Cat, as she threatened to leave him in the dust again.
Blaze paused momentarily to give Silver time to catch up to her. "Come on, Silver," she called. "You're slower than Christmas!"
Silver finally managed to catch up to his friend, and paused to regain his breath. "What did you want to show me, anyway?" he asked.
"It's right over that hill," Blaze replied, instead of just telling him what the big deal was like he'd asked. Then she started running again, and the frustrated Silver had no choice but to follow her.
Finally reaching the top of the hill, Silver's eyes widened as he saw the object of Blaze's interest: An old, rusted up machine with a faded word on it. Only part of the word was still readable, it proclaimed the machine to be the Egga—something or other.
Silver and Blaze eagerly walked up to the machine, and Silver gently laid a paw on it. "It's really old," he said admiringly. Blaze nodded, looking inside.
"Look, Silver," she said. "There's a big red button inside. I wonder what it does?"
Then, ignoring good old common sense that said you shouldn't touch a big red button if you don't know what it does, Blaze pushed the big red button. Nothing happened. Blaze shrugged and jumped back down to Silver.
"I guess it's a dud," she said.
"What are you doing here?"
The two friends twirled around to see the Commander of the Guardian Unit of Nations staring at them, his arms crossed as he looked at them with a disapproving glance.
"You two have been warned this area is off limits," the Commander said reprovingly. "You have no business here. Leave. Now."
Silver held up his hands in a defensive gesture. "Ok, ok, you don't have to be all snappy about it," he said. Turning to Blaze, Silver continued, "C'mon, Blaze, we're out of here."
Blaze nodded, and the two started to go. At that moment, the machine behind them powered up, and they turned back to see what was happening.
The GUN Commander's eyes widened in horror. "No! Get away from that now!"
He sprinted towards them, but was too late, as a pinkish/white light shot out of the machine and enveloped the two. The Commander pulled up short and shielded his eyes from the intense light. It finally dissipated, leaving behind a huge crater. The Commander quickly slid down the newly created hole, to find a now very young Silver and Blaze looking up at him curiously.
Looking upset but not shocked to see them turned to babies, the GUN Commander scooped them both up and sighed. "You two," he told them as he started back to the GUN base, "are going to be the death of me."
Suddenly he stopped, an idea forming in his head. A smirk graced his features and he looked at the two snuggled in his arms. "Or…the death of him. How'd you two like to be GUN agents?"
"Okies," Silver said, grinning, although he had no idea what this strange man was talking about.
"Good. I have an assignment for you two," he continued, all business, but with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Mephiles the Dark opened his eyes and wondered where he was and why he hurt so. His lime green eyes opened wider as he remembered exactly what had happened. It was that stupid GUN Commander's fault…but the fool had idiotically allowed Mephiles to live. A pathetic weakness that Mephiles would make him suffer for.
Mephiles stood up, noting with interest that he was in a common GUN prison cell—no special detainment units. GUN was more foolish than he'd thought.
There wasn't even a guard at his cell! The only thing to fools had done was put some sort of blinking collar around his neck, as if that could possibly stop him from exacting his vengeance.
Mephiles snorted in contempt and willed himself to change to his Crystalline form to more easily use his destructive powers, but to his amazement, nothing happened!
Stunned, Mephiles tried to change yet again, but nothing happened. Somehow…somehow, this collar must neutralize his powers! He was stuck in his second form—the one he had used when tricking that altruistic fool, Silver the Hedgehog, into doing his bidding.
Mephiles reached up and tried to rip the offending collar off of his neck, but a small electrical current shocked him. Frustrated, Mephiles realized that all he could do was sit back and wait.
Twenty minutes later, the door to the far side of the room opened and his hated enemy, the Commander of GUN, casually strode into the room, stopping at Mephiles' cell.
"Mephiles," the Commander said, nodding slightly as he acknowledged the twisted villain's presence. "I have a proposition for you."
Mephiles chuckled slightly. "Of course you do," he said. "Otherwise you would have destroyed me when you had the chance."
"Don't think the thought hadn't crossed my mind," the GUN Commander said darkly. "But, I thought of a better idea."
The door opened again and another GUN agent walked through it, holding two young children by their hands.
"You remember Silver and Blaze," the GUN Commander said, motioning to them with his head.
Mephiles bobbed his head a touch. "I seem to remember them being taller," he replied dryly.
The Commander gave him a smirk. "If they were taller, I wouldn't be offering you this proposition," he said.
"Which is?"
"We will give you access to two time warps—your collar will provide you with the time and location. You're to take the two children and warp with them to a point in the past where it will be easier for you to watch them. I suggest you find some help—you'll need it."
Mephiles cocked his head. "You want me to babysit?"
"For two weeks. And don't think about using your second warp to get away from us—your collar is programmed to send you back here, where you'll be taken back into custody," The Commander explained.
"What's in it for me?"
"Freedom."
Mephiles would have smirked if he had a mouth. Who knew GUN could be so stupid as to offer him his freedom? They knew full well what he'd do with it. "I see," Mephiles said emotionlessly. "Very well. I will agree to your deal."
"Good. And by the way, when your two weeks are up, your collar will automatically take you back here. If you show up without the children, or if one of them is injured, the deal's off. Understand?"
Mephiles nodded slowly. The GUN Commander opened his cell and let him out. Mephiles walked over to Silver and Blaze and took their hands.
"One more thing," Mephiles added, before he left. "The collar…"
"Should you live up to your end of the bargain, it will be removed when you come back," the Commander assured him.
Mephiles nodded, pleased. "Good," He said, and then he and the children disappeared into the time stream.
The GUN agent who had brought in Silver and Blaze cleared his throat and said, "I know it's not my place to question your judgment, sir, but is it really a good idea to allow him near children?"
The GUN Commander locked his crimson red gaze on the agent and said, "Do you trust me, Lieutenant?"
"With my life, sir," The agent said matter-of-factly.
"Then trust me on this." The GUN Commander crossed his arms and stared out a nearby window at the decimated landscape outside. "You forget, his future's my past. I know exactly what will happen." A rare smile graced his features as he added, "And I assure you, it's not the children who you should be worried about."
For the record, this GUN Commander is *NOT* CGC. (IF you don't know who CGC is, read Babysitting Blues.) What happened to him? Well, according to the website, Silver lives approximately 200 years after Sonic; what do you think happened to him? The new Commander is not an OC; while I will never use his name, I will put enough hints in here that by the time the fic's over you should know who he is, if you haven't guessed already. RR, please.