The Tornado was as clean as a whistle and gave great pride to its awesome two-tailed owner. Tails gave it one last check. It seemed that it did not need any more tuning, the oil level was great, and there was not a scratch on its perfectly painted surface. It was the image of a mechanical angel.
His hand dragged across its smooth blue shell, "Well, Tornado, it looks like we have survived another battle with Eggman. Maybe tomorrow I will add another upgrade." Curling his hands into fists, they stretched in opposite directions. The pup had let out a large yawn. Boy I'm tired. Last night was sure exhausting.
As he proceeded to exit the garage, he bumped the light switch to darken the garage once more. Someday soon, his plane shall once more soar. There was nothing like flying. The way the wind dragged through his fur and filled his big fluffy ears, the condensed view of the far off world, and the thrill of making the right turns at the precise time could never be compared to anything different. He was a born pilot and inventor. If there was anyone who felt a passion in his work, Tails would be it.
He then went to check on Amy, recalling that he was told that she discovered Shadow at their door step. The thought that there was no possible way for the Ultimate Life Form to survive a fall through the atmosphere, sent shivers up and down his spine. Then again, no one knew anything about this strange hedgehog. For all they knew, Professor Gerald might have created a new species altogether that coincidently resembled Sonic. They both shared the same build, facial structure, speed, and connection to the chaos force. The differences between the two, next to their personalities, were the color, other abilities like strength, and hair styles. All-in-all the theory that they might share the same ancestry is not that far off. Look-alikes usually have a tendency to be somehow related. In the two rivals' case, that common ancestry was most likely quite distant.
Focused on current matters, Shadow was still in the living room, reclined on the couch as though there was nothing interesting in the room. Eyes shut closed, hands neatly folded into each other, back completely sunk into the cushioned seat, and ears occasionally twitching. He was the perfect picture of a lazy tired lion that should be left to his sleep.
Supported by his tip-toes, the orange kid genius made his way to Amy, who was wiping the precipitation from her forehead sitting on the coach next to 'sleeping lion.' The ten-year-old whispered, "Has Sonic shown up yet?"
Shaking her head, she answered with the question, "You mean he has not returned?" Like a fire cracker, she sprung onto her feet, a truly scared appearance scattered along her countenance, "Oh Tails what if something did happen to him?"
The sudden thump of her feet caused the black grump to look through his slit eyelids. The pink fur ball babbled on, "He could be hurt," she clenched her hands in fists throwing them up and down, "We have to go and save him."
Tails held his hand out offering his theory, "I don't know, Amy. He might be taking his sweet time. You know how Sonic hates being tied down to appointments."
Unable to dispute that fact, the poor girl looked away that's right. There was a never time when he came because he was ordered or invited. He only comes if he chooses. Maybe I am too worried. Her head remained facing down and her feet were lightly brushing away dust.
The black hedgehog only watched her, unable to determine her true nature. One moment she was chatty, the next she turns into a raging volcano, and presently she seemed to be a bit depressed. She was an interesting creature indeed. Not someone worth speaking to, but interesting to observe nonetheless.
A loud ringing slam was clearly shot through the room and the Rose girl whipped her head around in time to see her potential lover, "Sonic!" Leaping from her spot, her arms flung comfortably around his neck in a death-like grip. There on the couch, unseen, the experiment decided that he was uncomfortable watching this scene and turned away. As he recalled, Sonic was a fake that dared to defy him, the Ultimate Life Form. To see the strange pink hedgehog go crazy over him seemed distasteful.
Not desiring to die through suffocating, Sonic attempted to push away his fan girl, "Take it easy, Amy."
The words he said had no effect on hers. Her one tract mind was solely focused on seeing him in one piece. One second he vanished like a phantom, the next he was standing before her very much solid. There was not a reason why she should not show some compassion. All that mattered was his precious safety.
Her tears flowed down her cheeks and through his soft blue fur, "Oh, Sonic, I was so worried. Where were you this whole time?" Angered feminine emerald eyes burrowed into his energetic green lime ones.
Always feeling on the spot, the speedy blue blur knew not what must be said. Every time he has put it off but to tell a good friend that the feeling was not mutual worried him to no end. If perchance she should take it the wrong way and feel hurt beyond repair, he will never forgive himself. For now, he must wait for the right time and place. But how much longer must she wait?
One could compare him to the wind, never steady and constantly looking for the right place to settle. Someday the right girl will pop out and hit him like lightening.
"Hey, Sonic, what happened? Did you go for a run again?" Tails said behind the hedgehog couple. Thankful to be saved by the young boy genius, Sonic jumped at the chance of recruiting him.
Leaping out of Amy's deadly tight grasp, he landed four inches in front of the two tailed wonder boy, "You could say that—Ahchoo!" Another sneeze blasted through his nostrils. As Sonic sucked in some air, Tails looked at him worried, "Are you feeling okay, Sonic? You don't look that healthy."
Waving him off, Sonic assured him, "Yeah, I'm alright." Moved next to his best pal, he placed a confident hand on his shoulder, "Hey, bud, think you could help me take care of a problem caused by Eggman?"
The fox blinked at incredibly, "Eggman? You mean that you saw him?" The blue hedgehog nodded, "You had better believe it."
Amy Rose looked horrified, "You mean that you fought that creep while you were sick?" Sonic shrugged, eyes closed away from her as though it were nothing. Sucking her breath, she simmered, "Oh, you make me so mad!"
Fear of a reintroduction with her hammer took hold of his actions and he took a backwards leap. One foot difference probably would do nothing to stop her, but it was better than standing within arm's length.
Harboring no will to crush him on the spot the only thing Sonic had to fear was her glare. Smothered with fire and lightening, there was a strange hint of sadness illuminating through them. Her outburst had more to it than his fight when ill.
Tails interrupted his line of thinking, "So what is the plan?" His twin tails wagged in anticipation. Reluctantly looking at his long-time buddy, he answered, "Um right, the plan…" Leading Tails away, he told him about his run in with the mad doctor.