Okay, so it's just past one in the morning, and I'm more bored than hell. I have been reading fanfictions about random Sonic Yaori couples because it almost entertains me. I got no idea where I'm going with this chapter, but I sure as hell hope it's somewhere good.
Shadow: I'm not so sure that's gonna be happening...
Will you just shut up? I'm pretty fuckin' tired right now. I been runnin' around alot since five p.m. 'cause I had to go to some damn cookout in celebration of my step-grandfather's bitrthday, and I didn't really care much for it. Thank God Jesse and Tyler were there, or I might have just killed myself for entertainment.
Sonic: Oh, well, I guess you do get entertainment out of writing about me and Shadie...
Yeah, I do. Anyways, here comes the plan Shadow's made up right on the spot. I'm improvising on this entire thing, and I had no idea what I was gonna do from the beginning, so don't hate me if this sucks. Before I start, though, I'd like to give a shout-out to Lemon Lover. He's been the ONLY ONE that's given me any reviews! WHY DON'T THE REST OF YOU JUST DO AS I ASK AND REVIEW MY DAMN STORY? I ACCEPT FUCKIN' ANONYMOUS REVIEWS, SO JUST TYPE SHIT UP IF YOU LIKED MY STORY! I KNOW SOME OF YOU MUST, I'VE HAD A NEAR THOUSAND HITS FROM YOU PEOPLE!
(Note: None of the characters (Besides Sabrina) in the following chapter are under my ownership. They are owned by Sonic Team, SEGA, MPEG Sofdec, ADX, and/or RenderWare.)
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The bastards at the hospital finally let me go after five days of "recovery". I still couldn't believe what I had overheard during my time here. I wanted to just dash my ass right on outta there, but there was something I had to do first.
"Excuse me, miss..." I looked at the woman's nametag, "Amanda."
"What may I do for you, sir?" the woman at the front desk replied.
"May I have a phone number? One of a mister Harvey?"
The woman seemed hesitant in saying, "Sure." She pulled a strip of paper out from an area of her desk I couldn't really see and handed it to me.
"Thank you," I said as I shifted Sabrina's weight over to my right arm long enough to take the paper and stuff it into my pocket. I turned and couldn't stifle a devious grin as I walked out the door. Phase one of my plan was complete.
Sonic met me in the parking lot and led me toward my car, which he had obviously stolen from me. I didn't say a thing about this. I was too excited about my plan working so well. Sure, it was really early into it, but still. I buckled Sabrina into her newly-installed baby seat before getting in beside her and buckling myself in. Sonic got in the driver's seat, buckled up (Yeah, I'm promoting safety, got a problem with it, bitch?), and started the car.
Sonic began to drive down the road back to our little community before speaking. "You get the number?"
"Yes," I replied irritably, "I told you I wouldn't be leavin' the damn place without it."
"Testy today, aren't we?"
I rolled my eyes. "Did you make the calls we needed?"
"Yeah."
"They on it?"
"I'm headed to Tails's house now. He said the serum would be ready at about this time of day."
"And Rouge?"
"She took the job request faster than a three-year-old takes a pack of candy from their mother."
"Wonderful. And are you sure you can handle taking care of Sabrina for an hour?"
Sonic looked nearly insulted as he said, "You doubt my parenting skills?"
"Well..." We arrived at Sonic's friend's house at that moment and I got out without another word. I took Sabrina out of her seat and went straight to the front door. I knocked on it and quickly walked inside once the door was opened.
I was greeted by a cute, golden-furred fox. "Hi, Shadow!" he said all too cheerfully. "And this must be little Sabrina! May I see her?"
The kid's got some damn good manners, I said as I lowered my baby's face to be in sight of the fox's.
"Aww, she's so cute! I love her quills!" The fox kissed Sabrina's cheek gently before adding, "She's got your nose."
I smiled at the last comment before remembering why I had come here. "Where's the serum?" I asked.
"It's in the fridge. I'll go and get it." The fox disappeared through a doorway I assumed led to the kitchen just as my husband finally came though the still-open front door of the house.
"Sure took you long enough!" I said, a little irritated at how slow he was this morning.
"Oh, don't be rude, Shadow!" He said defensively as the fox reappeared, carrying a bag of ice which also contained a bottle of mysterious magenta liquid.
"Now, I must inform you that the Transforming Serum must be kept cold until honestly being used," the golden one said before he handed the bag to Sonic. He then turned to me. "I still haven't quite properly introduced myself to you. I'm Miles Prower, but all my friends like to call me Tails."
"I think I'd rather call you Miles. It's a cute name, I think," I said to him. "How old are you, Miles?"
"I'm seventeen."
"Ah, so you're a Senior in high school, are you not?"
"Nope. Starting up my third year of college. I'm here for tomorrow only, then I'm back to Yale."
"Wow, you must be pretty damn smart! Glad I could meet you."
"As am I," Miles said cheerfully.
"Well, that's Tails for ya," Sonic said with a tug to my arm. "We really should be going, dear."
"Alright, alright, we should, I suppose," I said before turning to Miles. "Goodbye, and I hope we meet again soon, Miles!"
"Goodbye, Shadow! And may I say, what an honorable thing you are doing today." He waved quickly before Sonic and I walked out the door and back to my car.
"Phase two, check," I said out loud as Sonic drove us down the street toward my friend Rouge's house.
We arrived at Rouge's home and quickly got her to come with us back to the house which had formerly been owned and occupied by me only, but I now shared with my husband and child.
"Rouge, you know how to do shit here?" I said, handing her my laptop and the strip of paper that had upon it the phone number which would be vital for the success of my plan.
"Yeah," She replied and began typing away. Soon enough, we had an address and a full map of the area that damn Harvey lived in. "This gonna suit ya?"
"Oh, yeah. This'll do just fine."
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FUCK, IT'S FINALLY OVER WITH! THANK YOU ALL FOR READING THIS CHAPTER! Now, it's 3:08 a.m. an I'm pretty damn tired, so I'm going to bed without much more of a word.
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