(I wonder why it's never dawned on anyone that Sonic is like a father to Tails. And I realized that, a few minutes ago, so here goes.)

"Time to go to school, lil' bro!" Sonic shouted upstairs.

"Almost ready!" came the reply. Moments later a two-tailed fox came bobbing down the stairs, a backpack on his back.

"See ya later, sonic!" he said as he walked out the door. Sonic waved as Tails walked on towards school.

(After School)

Sonic looked away fro, the TV as Tails walked in.

"Hey Tails!" Sonic said.

"Hey…Sonic…" Tails said, panting.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, I had to walk home from school."

"Why don't you fly?"

"It's a no-flying zone."

"Oh." A pause.

"Why don't you bike?"

Tails suddenly turned bright red and looked down. He whispered, oh so quietly,

"I don't know how."

Sonic was shocked.

"Your dad never taught you?"

"I don't have a dad, remember?"

"Oh yeah…Well I could teach you," Sonic offered.

"No thanks. I'm exhausted."

"Oh, it's easy. C'mon!

And Sonic dragged Tails out of the house and sat him on a bike.

"Now pedal reeeal fast, so you can balance." Sonic advised.

"Okay," Tails said, and pedaled. He started going, faster and faster.

"I'm doing it! I'M DOING IT!!" Tails shouted proudly.

Sonic looked on, as tails rode around. Then it hit him.

He hadn't taught him how to stop.

Sonic watched in horror as Tails fell over on Amy's lawn. Sonic rushed over to Tails, just as Amy walked out to see what was happening.

"Tails, what are you – Oh my god, are you okay?" She said, realizing he had fallen.

"Yeah, I think so," He replied.

Amy looked at Sonic, who paid no attention to her.

"Go get some band-aids, okay sweetie?" Amy said to Tails, who nodded and walked off.

"You know you really should take better care of him." Amy said one Tails was out of earshot.

"Hey, I was only teaching him to ride a bike. Who doesn't fall the first time?" Sonic replied defensively.

"People who know how to use the brakes!"

"Hey, how did you know about that?"

"Really Sonic, it's obvious." Sonic looked down, thinking.

"Well he's not my kid!"

"Then who's is he?"

"Well you act like his mom a lot more than I act like his dad!"

"That's because you obviously can't handle it!"

"I could handle it if he was my kid, but he's not!"

"He might as well be your son, Sonic. No one else is." And with that, Amy walked inside.

And she was right. No one else was his dad. Why couldn't he be?