AN: Alright, hopefully people haven't lost interest in this story. This'll be my first time behind the wheel in months. Let's do this.

(WPOV)

I'm awoken by the sound of Tails' voice.

"Wyatt, get up!" he yips quietly while shaking me. I groan and cover my eyes from the sunlight that slices through the branches of the trees around us. I felt like I just slept on a pile of rocks. Oh wait, I did…

"Do we have to?" I mutter.

"If we want to get to Detroit on time, then yes." he says. I sigh and sit up against the pine tree behind me. I rub the sleep out of my eyes, trying to remember what the fuck he's talking about, when it hits me. He's right; we have to haul some ass today!

"Are you hungry?" I ask after feeling the familiar pangs. He nods enthusiastically, and I scrape whatever little food's left from my bag. I check the date on my phone. It's the fourth- a Thursday, if I'm not mistaken. As we feast, I start to think. That little moment in the dream world last night was… weird, to say the least. Not like "freaked out" weird. It just seemed kind of… off.

Was it the fact that I was used to Blaze being pissed off? I don't, and probably will never, know.

After we finish, we consult Anti to ascertain our destination.

"It would take us at least a day to get there by the old hitch-hiking method." He says while reading his tablet. "Three hours to fly." He looks up at me and Tails. I nod and throw on my backpack. Tails, however, shakes his head and stares at us in fright.

"Oh hell no! There is no way you're getting me to do that again…"

(TPOV)

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU CONVINCE ME TO DO THIS AGAIN?!" I shout in fear as we soar miles above the Earth's surface. Wyatt flies with his stomach facing the ground, and me sitting/clinging to his back. I hear him laugh, and he does a barrel roll, eliciting another scream from me. At least the Tornado has a ma-fuckin' SEAT BELT!

"Adjust your course three degrees west." Anti commands. Wyatt slightly leans to his left, steering us in a new direction.

"Tails, quit your bitching!" Wyatt yells back to me when he hears me whimper.

(WPOV)

Jesus Christ, you'd think he'd be a little more appreciative after I willingly let him ride me. Usually, I charge the little kids two bucks. Heheheh… Herbert the Pervert would fucking love this! I grin and look back at my terrified passenger.

"Squeal like a piggy, boy! Squeal!" I say in a really deep Southern Drawl.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK!" Tails screams, but he's not looking at me. I look forward and find a Boeing 747 screaming straight at us!

"OHOOOOOOOLLY SHIIIIIIIIT!" I yell as I pull into a tight corkscrew, missing the jet by mere inches. I stop and hover in midair, looking back at the jet. I growl and stick up my middle finger. "HEY! THE SKIES BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US!" I yell after it. Tails, with his arms around my neck, pants heavily.

"That was… That was close…" he whimpers.

"Never mind that! I want that motherfucker's plate number!" I growl.

"Ahem!" Says our fine AI counterpart. "I want to get to Detroit before Silver and the Robotniks take over and or destroy the world."

"Not before I get that bastard's name!"

"Wyatt, shut up and fly."

And so I do, grumbling all the way. Around two O'clock, the fantastic skyline of Detroit comes into view. We find ourselves a cheap place to stay. As I kick back on the couch, I send a quick message to Blaze.

I'm there.

Already? We're still in the car!

I flew.

Oh. Right. Anyways, we met your parents.

SAY WHAT?!

Yep. We got pulled over in Ohio. Turns out your mom's okay with us taking the car.

Alright, when will you get here?

In about five hours. I gotta go. I love you.

I love you too. I say, and after giving her the address of the motel, we shut the connection and I lay back, exhausted.

AN: A little short, yes, but I didn't know how I would really write this. Anyways, Read and Review, and until next time!