A/N: I don't have too much to say right now… thank you reviewers, once again you amazing people (at least I think you're people) saved me from heartbreak. Okay. I think there will be about six or seven chapters total, so two or three to go. Maybe more, maybe less. I'm not totally sure. I never was good at planning out stories before hand… I just go with the flow, you know… :D I made a rhyme! Go… Flow… that's going to amaze me all day. And you know what I think I'm going to help myself to a congratulatory cookie. They're the best kind, you know. Okie dokie, read on… readers…

--LA

P.S: Read AND REVIEW :D

P.P.S: "Okie Dokie" I rhymed again!!! This calls for another cookie.

When I own sonic, I will be making my stories into games BUAHAHAH! hemhem. In other words, I don't own them.
The hedgehog and kitsune sat at opposite ends of the table, an almost empty plate of sandwiches between them. Both were quiet as they ate their lunch, the only sound came from clinking glasses and cutlery. Tails looked troubled for a moment, furrowing his brow.

"Sonic," He said, sounding nervous.

"What's up?" Sonic asked in his usual carefree tone.

"Err… What ever happened to Knuckles?"

Sonic thought back a few hours, to when he had left the furious echidna alone in the storm outside, but he wasn't troubled.

"Knuckles can take care of himself, Tails. He's always boasting about his independence and how he lives alone on Angel Island. Besides, He's seen worse storms than this."

"I don't know…" Tails muttered under his breath, looking out the window at the blizzard outside. He had seen snow like this many times, but with the wind and glacial temperatures, he thought it might add up to be more than even rugged Knuckles could handle.

Sonic yawned and put his feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair. He saw Tails' face, still looking worried, and sighed.

"Look, if you're that concerned for our red amigo, I'll go make sure he's alright. Alright?"

Tails smiled up at Sonic and nodded.

"Just be careful."

Sonic left too fast to hear Tails' advice, wrestling to get his snow gear on. After a few moments, he was finally suited up. He departed through the workshop door at top speed, planning on spending as little time outside as possible. The frigid wind stung his face and eyes, and he scanned the horizon for the red dot, which would be Knuckles. He rubbed his numbing hands together.

"Where is he?" Sonic quietly muttered to himself. He retraced his steps through the snow, though his footprints were no longer visible, filled in by the relentless falling snow. The cold outside his clothing was slowly creeping through his insulating layers, finally reaching his bare fur. He shuddered and cursed the weather. In an attempt to warm himself, Sonic rapidly ran in circles, feeling the friction warming his legs. He sighed in relief, feeling his circulation quicken. He continued to run, his snowpants growing warmer and warmer.

After almost five minutes, his legs were completely warm and Sonic could see steam rising off his pants. He closed his eyes and imagined that he was running on a hot, sandy beach in the middle of summer, with the sun beating down and warming him. As he fell deeper into his daydream, the sun grew closer and the beach heated up. Sonic now felt a bit uncomfortable and sweaty, his legs starting to turn red from the high temperature.

Something was wrong. The tropical sun was coming closer and closer, and becoming larger as it approached the beach. Sonic was beginning to panic. The warmth he enjoyed was becoming steadily hotter, until it started to sting. Suddenly, his legs began to burn and throb.

He was jolted out of his nightmare by a yell.

"Sonic! What the hell are you doing?" Knuckles came running at him with fists full of snow. Sonic looked down at his legs, which were now screaming in pain. His pants were smoldering to reveal bare legs, blistering and furless. He realized that he was still running and instantly stopped. He fell forwards into a pile of snow, the cold soothing his burning legs. He was confused and in shock, now uncomfortable. His legs were searing, but his upper body was still cold. Knuckles walked over to him cautiously, afraid that Sonic might spontaneously combust. He dropped his handfuls of snow onto Sonic's legs.

"What," he said breathlessly "was that about?"

Sonic blinked and took a moment to reply.

"I'm not sure. What happened?"

Knuckles looked at him in astonishment.

"Your legs were on fire, and you don't know what happened?"

Sonic shrugged, but winced after the movement.

"I wasn't paying attention…" he explained "I sort of fell asleep while I was running."

"Sonic! That's bull. You know that's impossible… now tell me why you were running in circles, on fire, like a maniac!"

Sonic groaned in frustration.

"Whatever. Think what you want, but if you hadn't noticed, my legs are burning here! A little help would be appreciated."

"Right… Sure." Knuckles awkwardly picked up Sonic, obviously trying to make as little physical contact as possible. He carried the hedgehog with ease, though the storm was just as strong as ever. Knuckles brought him back to Tails' house after a short march, feeling like a pack mule. He kicked the garage door, unable to knock. Tails answered, looking afraid. He ushered the two inside the warm workshop.

"Sonic!" he squeaked "You were gone for an hour! I thought you were lost, or someone had-" he paused looking at Sonic in Knuckles' arms "um Knuckles, why are you carrying Sonic? You guys look like-"

"You look like you're coming from your honeymoon." Giggled a female voice from the next room. Amy entered the workshop, a mug of steaming cocoa in her hands. Knuckles scowled and dropped Sonic onto a nearby couch.

"What are you doing here anyways, Amy?"

She smiled sweetly. "I came to see the baby, of course! And what about you two love birds?" Her smile faltered when she saw Sonic's legs. Before Knuckles could answer, Amy shrieked and bolted over to the couch where Sonic lay.

"Sonic! What happened? Are you okay? Who attacked you? Knuckles, if it was you, I swear to god…" she continued to rant about what she would do to anyone who touched her Sonic.

Tails cleared his throat loudly, trying to overpower the fury of Amy.

"Amy, Sonic's fine. And I'd like to know what happened too, but I think we should take him to the hospital. Those burns look pretty bad, and I think his fingers are frostbitten." Amy nodded, finally clamping her mouth shut. "The only problem is I'm not sure how we can get him there… I mean we can't walk, and I wouldn't want to risk flying in this weather."

Amy's eyes flashed.

"My Sonic needs help." She said, putting emphasis on the "my". "If anyone's going to bring him, it's going to be me."

"But, Amy…" Tails began, but Amy cut him short with a piercing look.

Sonic rolled his eyes. "I don't care who brings me or how I get there, but if one of you could hurry up and go-" Before he could say another word, Amy picked him up with surprising strength.

"Let's go Sonic." She kicked open the door and dashed out without a word to Tails or Knuckles. After ten minutes of running against the freezing wind, she was beginning to lose some steam. In her arms, Sonic looked up at the determination in her jade eyes.

"You can do it." He wheezed, though the cold air stung his throat. He watched as the wind whipped her quills around behind her. Amy looked down at him with a smile.

"If you say so." She trudged on until the hospital's outline was visible through the sheets of snow. With the motivation of seeing her destination, she sprinted to the front door.

A/N: Unfortunately, I won't be able to write any more of this story because I have become obese due to too many congratulatory cookies. Very sorry, I'm suing the cookie company as we speak. Naww, just kidding. Even if I was an obese blob, I would buy a keyboard with extra large keys for my large, sausage fingers… Not to mention I'm too lazy to go through with a lawsuit. I'm like a mailman… or something… um "Rain, or sleet or…" well I don't know the motto, but it's the same idea. Read and Review please!!! Oh and by the way, you guys have no idea how happy it made me to use spontaneous combustion in a story, even if it didn't actually occur. Ohh and sorry about this chapter. I'm not crazy about the end and it's not very long, but I hope you like it!

--LA

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