Paladin: Welp, that is a wrap for that chapter.

Zoey: Next chapter already?

Zephyr: How come you made her mad at me? And dad seemed so... what's the abbreviation for it?

Paladin: OOC?
Zephyr: Yeah, that's it. I mean, he seemed like a dad!

Sparrow: And that surprises you how?

Paladin: Exactly! Just because I made you guys OC, which I found out meant Orange County with the help of theanimedude, doesn't mean I can't make characters OOC?

Zephyr: I guess you have a point.

Paladin: I know I do!

Zoey: Paladin doesn't own Sonic the Hedgehog.

Zephyr the Hedgehog Ch.2

Zephyr POV

Several days later, Zoey, Sparrow, who now is, surprisingly, a scientist/mechanic working under "uncle Tails," and I headed out for the ocean for a week long cruise all payed for by my dad, the owner of this cruise line and many others.

We said our bon voyages at the dock as we prepared to set sail, before we each checked into our separate rooms that were all on the Luxury Deck, giving all three of us enough room for a whole herd of elephants. Unsurprisingly, none of us seemed to even though I needed this vacation the most, I was regretting the idea of sharing it with Zoey.

And, should Eggman, what is he now, 99 or something?!, think to do anything while I'm in the middle of the ocean, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, dad, mom, and Amy will be the world's only hope while I'm gone. This just makes me even more nervous.

I just wonder how long I still have to lock myself in my room before-

"Zephyr! I'm waiting for you! We're going swimming on the lido deck, and I'm not going without you. So I will be waiting right here until you come out!" And that answers my unasked question.

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Sonic POV

Even after I had finished watching Zoey leave from the harbor, I couldn't help but feel the desire to have her back, to hold her close, to protect her and make sure no one ever hurt her, just like a good father should, but I know I just have to learn to let go. Zephyr and Sparrow are there, and she has her mother's anger management issues, so she alone is a force to be reckoned with.

I was just getting home from the harbor, a surprising minute later, to see the t.v. that I'm nearly positive was off when we left was on. On it was a certain bald-headed, mustache toting, egg shaped loser that I had to save the world from so many times that it wasn't funny.

"Hello Sonic!" the annoying video recording said. "Hope you had fun sending off this worlds only hopes on a one way voyage to death. I know what you must be thinking: 'But that was Shadow's company's boat!' Yet by now you'd think that you'd learn how much of a mechanical genius I truly am. So now I am giving you within the hour of your first viewing to surrender yourselves, as in you and your futile resistance group, to my control, unless you'd much rather have your precious daughter drown in the icy depths of an ocean and everyone you know and love be ripped from your grasps in a ball of flame. Tah-tah!"

With that the video feed cut off for probably the first time, and Amy burst through the door with her infamous hammer. "SONIC! Why did you run away from me?!"

Here we go again, I silently thought. "Amy, we don't have time for this. You just need to get everyone I say here. Got it?" I asked her.

"And what will you be doing, Mr. Hero?" She snidely remarked.

"I'll be getting ready to prep them for something close to an all-out war."