A/N: Hello, hello! So. Hi! To save you any confusion the summary might give you, these two snippets are prequels to a fic that I've uploaded on here already — Surprise on the Doorstep. That fic takes place WAY in the future — about a good… 12 or so years, something? This fic takes place 10 years in the future, something like that… And Sonic and Eggman have both set aside their rivalry and are now working together in peace. They've also got a little friendship going on.

Just wanted to explain that before you guys chew me out for ooc behavior in the reviews. c: Read away!

DATE WRITTEN: JUNE 28th, 2014.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Sonic series right now, but you never know in the future MUAHAHAHAHA~

A screech as smooth as machinery can get was released as the gears whirred and pulled back the metallic doors. Footsteps beat against bright, metallic flooring matching the shoes in color, belonging to the obviously worried blue hedgehog.

His colleague turned around and read his expression instantly; letting out a questioning hum before stepping forward and away from his project; a tiny little partner craft to attach to his Egg-O-Matic. At the sight of the familiar device, a smile reached the emerald-eyed hedgehog's face, chuckling as he put his hands on his sides and stopped within a foot away from his rotund friend.

"Still having to weld that thing on, huh?" Another chuckle left his throat, "You'd think after these last 6 years of working together when we had to you'd've added hinges by now. Or at least whatever would make your job easier."

The mustached mechanic hand-waved the hedgehog's suggestion off, fully aware of why he hasn't cut to the chase yet.

"Well, this time, it's different. I am making a docking port this time. Thank you. Why it's been taking me so long and why we haven't left yet." After a second or two of having to listen to his voice bounce off the sensitive acoustics of the hangar, the scientist turned back around and pulled down his welding goggles. He hadn't searched for the Chaos Emeralds in so long that that was all they were good for now a days. They still came in handy.

Trusting that the hedgehog's voice would be louder than his own tools, he grabbed the device and spoke before getting back to work.

"So. How's your bride fairing, Sonic?"

Sonic had to chuckle at Eggman's remark. He still wasn't letting that go. Like he expected him to. But the blue hedgehog's eyes darted to the floor to the right side of him. Arms crossed, and showing how his heart had been sunken into his chest since last Friday.

"Still puking every now and then… She went to the doctor's yesterday, though. Says it's food poisoning, but I don't believe her."

"Food poisoning wouldn't linger one to two weeks." The medical professional spoke, right in his judgement that Sonic's voice would be louder than the flame.

"Exactly! Only two to three days if it was really bad, right? So she's hiding something from me. I'm sure of it…"

The doctor heard the hedgehog adjust his position from behind him, or at least he knew him well enough to judge exactly what hand motions he made when he talked, and the huff he let out after he crossed his arms again.

If he was honest, he hated playing cat and mouse with what was going on with Amy Rose. He knew it from the second the whole Lost Hex plan began, and Sonic was a little on the… relaxed side of things. Once he started venting about how Amy was vomiting it came together as fast than Sonic could run. Yet, he seemed clueless. But, he's underestimated him before… so he figured, he'd be good and check.

Or at least leave a clue or two.

"Well, what do you think it is?"

"Morning sickness." The hedgehog said without hesitation. the doc turned around, eyebrows raised. He underestimated him again, it seems! "It's been a week since…."

Sonic coughed into a fist, letting a gold ring on his third finger shine in the light of the hangar bay. The doc turned back to his project, sparks flying every second or so.

".. And she's been sick since. If she's…. then… I need to call this off."

"And what would that serve, Sonic?" He noticed that sounded a bit more hostile than he would've liked. But to be fair, he wasn't liking where this was headed. If he was implying what he thought he was implying, then he had to put a stop to it. It wasn't Sonic at all, and Amy was acting like she should if he was so willing to go home just because…

"Well, for one thing, if it IS morning sickness, then I've gotta be there! It's difficult, hard, long… And I've gotta be there for her!"

"Don't you have faith that Amy could handle something like that on her own?"

"Ames can handle anything, I know her! Why do ya think I married her? I—!"

"Hm. I always thought it was because you loved her dearly, not because of her strength."

"That's—! That's not the point, Eggman! I—!" He shouted, slightly offended at such an idea. His offense grew every millisecond after the human spoke, how DARE he challenge his marriage like that, he—!

Sonic was easy to get wrapped into circles when his emotions were getting the better of him. And it made points hit home harder that way. After years of this method he had grown to accept it and realize it's necessary. Eggman could only hope that that'd shine through here.

He took the chance and dropped the bombshell.

"Sonic, has it ever dawned on you that your wife could be acting as a greater good against yourself? If you're so willing to toss aside the chance at saving the entire planet, and every living creature on it including your potential unborn child, just to be with her for every second of her pregnancy, even for the sake of missing out on the action you crave selfishly every blue moon, has it EVER dawned on you that that's what your wife is trying to stop?"

He was flabbergasted. Eyes wide, lightly. Mouth agape as he took it all in. He tried to see what he was talking about, and… for the 8 millionth time.

"I—…." He slumped defeatedly. "You're right, Eggman. I—… I didn't—…"

"Don't harp on it. What's done is done. What matters is you set things right."

"… Right. When're we leaving?"

"In two days, if I'm kept on schedule."

"So no donuts?" The hedgehog mocked on old times, jumping up and sitting on the nearby aircraft's nozzle, since it was down to his level, just a foot above him.

"No. But speaking of, how does it feel?"

The blue hedgehog cocked his head to the side.

"… How does what feel?"

Eggman grinned behind the back of his head.

"Oh, you know. It was your honeymoon, Amy's possibly with child… Something had to be taken for that to happen."

"What're you—…?" It smacked Sonic like a ton of bricks, his quills raising and eyes shrinking as he eventually shouted back..

"THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, EGGHEAD!"

He was red in the muzzle, and couldn't help but start laughing halfway through as the blush expanded.