Chapter 3 The Fight

Author's Note: OK, here we go. For once, I have nothing to say before I start a chapter! I usually have some kind of announcement, but this time I don't! Well, except for the fact that I updated, "If Eggman Fell Out of The Sky." So, I guess I have nothing to do but start the next chapter. Oh and thank you reviewers!

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Knuckles and Rouge were in the kitchen cleaning up after lunch. Well, Rouge was cleaning, and Knuckles was kind of standing there, trying to pick the best time to tell Rouge that he wanted Frankie out. Frankie at the moment was outside, playing with the kids, so he figured it would be a good time to tell her.

"Uh... Rouge?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah?" replied Rouge who was washing dishes.

"I need to tell you something. It's about Frankie."

"What about Frankie?" Rouge asked.

"I- I want him out," Knuckles mumbled.

"What? Why?"

"I just don't like him, that's all," Knuckles explained.

Rouge sighed. "Knuckles," she started, "I let you invite your friends over every Sunday to watch football. I let you eat junk food on our couch. I clean up the mess you make, and I try very, very hard not to disturb while you're watching the game. I ask you to do one favor for me, let me have my friend stay here, and that's just too much for you isn't it?" With that she turned away from him and continued washing dishes.

"Rouge I- I'm sorry. It's not the fact that he's you're friend, I'm just not comfortable with him being here...."

Rouge smiled at Knuckles, "Knuckles I told you, you don't have to be jealous of Frankie. Though... it is pretty cute."

Knuckles was about to say that he wasn't jealous of Frankie, but he kept his mouth shut. What was the use anyway? If Rouge wasn't going to help him get rid of Frankie in a peaceful way, then he'd have to take matters into his own hands.

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Later that evening, after supper, Knuckles was watching TV with Frankie in the living room. He was going to wait until Rouge and the kids were out of the house. Then, he would put his master plan into action.

"Knuckles, Frankie?" Rouge called from the kitchen.

"We're in the living room!" Knuckles shouted back.

Rouge walked into the living room and saw the guys watching TV. 'At least they're getting along,' she thought. "Guys, I'm taking Rocky and Kninal to Shadow's house, and then I'm going shopping, so I'll be back in an hour or two."

'That's plenty of time,' Knuckles thought. "Okay, so long," he said. When he was sure the car had driven away, he stood up and looked at Frankie. "Get out," he said simply.

"Huh?" Frankie asked, not sure of what was going on.

"I said, get out of my house."

"What? Why?"

"Because you are a danger to this family," he replied.

"What in the world are you talking about?" Frankie asked, now standing up as well.

"Oh, do you want to hear the list of things I don't like about you?"

Frankie froze for a second. Knuckles had a list of things he didn't like about him? "Sure, why not?"

"One, I know I've met you sometime before."

Frankie gave him a strange look. "That happens all the time Knuckles! I've never met you until two days ago!"

"I don't believe that! I'm positive I've seen you before! So, that means either A, I saw you on Angel Island; or B, that I saw you during the six years you were supposed to be on Mars."

"Listen, Knuckles, you're drawing too many conclusions!" Frankie tried to rationalize, but it was no use. Knuckles was fuming mad, and nothing was going to calm him down.

"Oh, I'm no where near finished. See, the only people who lived on Angel Island were me, my brother, and my father. So, if I had seen you on Angel Island, then that means you were an emerald thief!"

"I'm no emerald thief!"

"Well then, that means I must've seen you when you were supposed to be on Mars, meaning you were avoiding Rouge! What kind of best friend would do that?"

"I never tried to avoid Rouge!" Frankie argued.

"Well, then why don't we move to number two on the list? You never take you're sunglasses off!"

Frankie was confused now, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"I mean you NEVER take them off. Not when it rains, not when you're inside, not when you shower, not when you sleep, never! It's not normal! What are you trying to hide Frankie?"

Frankie looked hurt by Knuckles words, "What I'm trying to hide is none of you're business!"

"Okay, fine. But how'd you get the kids to like you so fast?"

"What are you talking about, Knuckles?" Frankie screamed, "So you're kids like me, big whoop!"

Knuckles smiled at Frankie. "Oh, but you haven't heard the fourth reason for not liking you."

Frankie raised his eyebrows, as if to say 'Go on, tell me.'

Knuckles clenched his fists. "You're hitting on Rouge."

Frankie looked like he was trying very hard to holdback laughter. "You seriously think that I'm hitting on Rouge? C'mon man, we're best friends!"

"Yeah, that's what you want me to think!"

Frankie gave Knuckles a strange look. "Knuckles, you're losing it!"

"Just get out of my house!" Knuckles shouted

"No1" Frankie spat back.

"I didn't want it too come to this..." Knuckles murmured before throwing a punch that made contact with the side of Frankie's face.

Frankie staggered backwards and felt his cheek to make sure it wasn't bleeding. "Knuckles, fighting won't solve anything!"

"You think so?" Knuckles shot at him before throwing another punch that Frankie dodged, "Well, I think it'll solve the Frankie problem!"

"Knuckles, please!" Frankie pleaded before dodging another punch; "Can't this be settled another way?"

"Let me think about that," Knuckles said sarcastically, "Um... NO!" He threw another punch at Frankie's head, which he dodged. But as he jumped out of the way, Knuckles fist made contact with his chest, ripping his muscle shirt and revealing a red dragon tattoo.

Frankie turned away in shame. He hated that tattoo...

"As if it all wasn't enough!" Knuckles shouted, "You have a tattoo too? Why don't you get a nose ring to go with it?"

"Why are you against everything about me?" Frankie asked.

Knuckles chose not to respond to that question, and threw a punch instead. Frankie caught Knuckles's fist in his hand and glared at him.

"Fighting only proves how weak a person is. It proves that they are too weak to use their words to settle things, so they use their fists instead. You've just proved to me that you are too weak to control your rage Knuckles. Something I learned how to do a long time ago." With that, Frankie pushed Knuckles fist back, a little harder than he meant to. The force knocked Knuckles into a bookshelf, causing two VERY large dictionaries to fall on his head, knocking him out.

"Oh God..." Frankie whispered, "What have I done?"

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When Rouge returned home, she found Knuckles out cold on the couch, and Frankie hovering over him.

"Frankie!" she shouted, "What happened here?"

"I'm sorry," Frankie whispered shaking his head, "I didn't want this. This is what I tried to avoid..."

"Frankie, what happened?" Rouge repeated.

Frankie turned to her, allowing her to see his bruised face and ripped shirt. Rouge gasped. Frankie explained the fight to Rouge and she shook her head.

"He got what he deserved," she whispered, "I'm sorry about this Frankie."

Frankie shook his head, "It's all right, he just lost control."

Rouge looked sympathetically at her husband; "He will be okay though, right?"

Frankie nodded, "He should be waking up any time now.".

Right then, as if on cue, Knuckles eyes started to open slowly. "Wha? What happened?" he muttered.

"Knuckles," Frankie whispered, "Knuckles, are you okay?"

Knuckles looked up and saw Frankie, "You..." he muttered, "haven't you learned enough?"

A hurt look came across Frankie's face, and he turned around and went upstairs.

"Nice going Knuckles," Rouge remarked standing over him.

Knuckles sat up and looked at his wife. "What'd I do?" he asked innocently.

Rouge glared at him. "Even though you beat Frankie up, he still cared for you until you woke up. And still, you have no kind words to say to him. Frankie has been nothing but kind to you his whole visit, but you still can't accept him!" Rouge shouted. Knuckles sank into the couch, starting to feel bad, but Rouge continued. "You know what Knuckles? Frankie's life hasn't been too easy. As a matter of fact, he lost both of his parents, and his sister when he was only three years old, Knuckles! Only three!"

Knuckles looked at Rouge, "He did?"

Rouge sighed and nodded, "Since that day he raised himself. Frankie never lived in a real house, Knuckles!" Knuckles hung his head in shame. "Oh, and there's one last thing I want to tell you, Knuckles,"

Rouge said. "All Frankie wanted was to be your friend, Knuckles, since the day he came here! That's all he wanted was to be you're friend! So congratulations, Knuckles! You've taken a guy who has led a troubled life, and made it worse! You have added to the hundred problems that Frankie has had to deal with in his life. You took something that he was looking forward to, and crushed it! Congratulations, Knuckles, you're the winner! You're prize is a guilty conscience, enjoy!" With that, Rouge stormed out of the living room, leaving Knuckles alone with his shame.

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