Alright. This is Tails's story after Dr. Robotnik dies. Now eighteen, he and the Team have split up, with only memories and the occasional visit to remind them of what they've all done. The world is at peace, but no one ever said Heroes could cope with not needing to be heroes anymore.

Miles, Sonic Team, Dr. Robotnik all belong to SEGA and Sonic Team


Let me start by saying, Dr. Robotnik is dead. I should be happy that it's finally over, but it's kinda weird now. When me and Knuckles and Sonic were fighting Eggman, I didn't really get to know them. And now I have to get used to them being themselves, and not the people I thought them to be.

Like how I never noticed that Rouge hangs out more with girls than guys, if you know what I mean. And how Espio mispronounces a lot of Japanese words, despite the training he's had. Or how Sonic is actually kinda fat, no shock after all those chilli dogs. But I never expected Knuckles to drink the way he does. That was truly unexpected.

It's like they're completely different people now.

And the way Eggman died makes things weird too. He had a heart attack, that was it.

Kinda out of character, you know? Years of robotic advances, and devious tries at world-domination, and a few too many calories it all it takes to kill him.

Part of me wishes Robotnik was back, so things can go back to the way they were. But things are a lot more peaceful now, barely any crime, no more sleepless nights working on planes for Sonic, no more worrying for my family. And getting to know my old 'friends' in an experience and a half. You'll never know what it's like, knowing almost everything about someone, and then having to relearn it all.

Some things are the same though. Amy still obsesses over Sonic, and I still like to work on planes. Sonic is still cocksure and very loud about everything, and he runs around like he's saving the world whenever he gets the chance. Knuckles is still the guardian of the Master Emerald, but with no one constantly stealing it he's got a lot more time on his hands. Rouge is as sassy as ever, sly and elegant with her own thieving. Shadow is still an emotionless mass of skin and fur.

But one thing made it really hard for me. I came out last year.

Now I know what you're thinking; 'Sweet little Tails can't be gay! It wouldn't fit!' Trust me, I've heard it a million times from Amy. Granted, I was kinda interested in girls when I was a kid, but now I feel better with the idea of a boyfriend.

Besides, I'm eighteen now, I think I know which gender I prefer. But it was really awkward when I came out to everyone. It was at the Heroes Anniversary, just after Sonic gave his usual speech. We all started hob-nobbing around, and as I was talking it just kinda slipped out. Shadow and Rouge heard me first, 'cause I'd been talking with them, and they looked almost proud when I said it. But Amy overheard, as is her way, and it snowballed from there. Sonic acts like he doesn't know, or doesn't care, but he's not as open now as he used to be. I don't even think Knuckles cares.

I don't see them much anymore, and I'm not the desperate little kid who follows Sonic's every whim anymore. But when I do see them, they try to put me back into that 'li'l kiddo' stereotype. Well, 'them' minus Knuckles. I was never close with him like I was with Sonic, so I don't think he sees me the way the others do. To most of the others I'm still the Team's pet, the little kid that needs to be protected from everything. But Knuckles just treats me like a normal person.

At first I didn't like it, but now I'm grateful for it, even if I don't know him too well.

If you're wondering, I've been working as a private jet repairman (well, 'repairfox' would be more appropriate) and pilot for rich suits lately. Not that I need to. We all made so much money from saving the world, we could live the good life for forever and still have enough money to do whatever we pleased. I just like to keep busy, because I'm deathly afraid of developing a belly like Sonic's.

Right now I'm lying in bed, two years after Robotnik died, trying to figure what I'm going to do. One of my wealthier clients dismissed me for attaching missile-launchers to his jet. What can I say, old habits are hard to beat.

I turn over in bed, pulling the covers over my ears. All I want right now is to get some sleep. I'm no stranger to sleepless nights, but I'm sick of my brain waking me up all the time. Nothing is really going wrong, but that's not a good thing for me. I grew up in crisis, and having a peaceful life is unusual and straining for me sometimes. But, I guess I'm just going to have to get used to it.


Plz tell me what you all think, there'll be more where this came from. Can you say, "Miles/Knuckles?"