High School and Figure Skating Chapter 25, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

Alright, everyone! Chapter 25 is UP! I'm really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really REEEEAAAALLLLLYYYY sorry for such the long wait! I hope I can make it up to you over spring break! But, to be fair, I've had a ton ton ton ton TON of school work! All of my projects should be done now. Just watch, I'll get another. Thank you for your patience! I love you all! 3

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Chapter 25

-Cheerleading Try-outs-

Amy stood against the wall, waving her pompom slowly back and forth as she waited.

"Who knew these things were so amusing?" Amy asked in her trance.

"You'd better put that down, or it'll sap your brain." Rouge said.

Amy stuck her tongue out at Rouge. "Nice try."

"Okay, everyone! Line up!" Ms. Batson called, waving her pompoms around.

The current cheerleaders, Anna and Montana at their head, lined up. All of them were in FAR too revealing clothing, despite there not being any boys there in the first place. Amy and Rouge stood at the end of the line, opposite of the other new girls who were looking around, somewhat clueless.

"Okay, we're going to learn the SCORE cheer!" Ms. Batson announced, standing in front of the girls. "We're gonna start with our feet together. On the first letter, S, we'll step our right leg out. As our right leg steps out we'll take our left arm, put it behind our head, it's as if you were in a high "V" position, and you bend that right behind your head. This arm on your right is going to go into the low "V" position. So this motion we're going to hit on 'S'." She instructed, doing the moves as she explained them.

The potential cheerleaders followed her motions. They moved back to having their feet together.

"So, we're gonna go ahead and hit…" Mrs. Batson started as they all went and did the motion together. As their feet landed in front of them a resonating "S!" Filled the room.

"There we go, ladies! Nice volume!" Mrs. Batson praised as she went on explaining the rest of the letters.

When Ms. Batson felt that all the girls had the hang of the cheer, she waved her pompoms in the air. "Alright, ladies! Now the try-outs start! Each one of you will perform that cheer we just learned individually, and then I'll show you a move, which you will attempt to copy!"

Of course, the girls who had already been cheerleaders knew all of this. They passed their try-outs, but had a very bored aura about them as they cheered. Then Ms. Batson got to the new recruits.

"Rouge the Bat!" The happy teacher called.

Rouge strutted out to the spot where she was to do the cheer. "S! C! O! R! E! Score, Fighters, Score!" Rouge did the cheer perfectly, and louder than all of the returning cheerleaders.

"That was wonderful, Rouge!" Ms. Batson praised. Rouge got glares from all the cheerleaders. Ms. Batson pulled two ladders out, and placed them about a foot and a half apart. "Now, since you're a bat, if you make the team, then you're going to top our pyramid." Ms. Batson explained, walking a few feet away from the ladders. "Like so." The teacher spread her wings, bent her knees, then kicked off into a large back flip, landing with her feet balancing on the ladders, her pompoms in the air. "Now, I don't expect you to get this right away. We can work on it more later."

Rouge smiled at the teacher. "Don't worry. I got this." Rouge ended up not only completing the move, but she added in more mid-air acrobatics on the way to the top.

"Spectacular, Rouge! You are most certainly on the team!" The happy teacher said, applauding. Rouge glided down from the top of the ladders, and Ms. Batson moved them back to where they were.

"Prosephone the Cat?" Ms. Batson called.

A light blue cat with long, curly hair stepped forward. Her posture was like a princess'. "I like being called Rose, but it doesn't matter too much."

"Okay, then, Rose. Go ahead, whenever you're ready." Ms. Batson urged.

"S! C! O! R! E! Score, Fighters, Score!" The cat did the moves perfectly, but didn't quite have the volume.

"Rose, are you an only child?" Ms. Batson asked out of the blue.

The blue cat looked confused. "Yeah. How can you tell?"

"You act very mature for your age. Tell me, was that your loudest?" Ms. Batson explained.

"Umm… I think so." The cat said.

"Then try again, dear. Make it louder than that. Pretend you're at a football game, it's in full swing. People are talking and cheering, the announcer is talking over the speakers, the band is playing. You want to be heard. Your parents are there to see you and hear you cheer, but they're in the back of the bleachers. Let them hear you! Go!" The bat encouraged.

Prosephone closed her eyes, visualizing what the teacher had described. She took a big breath in. "S!! C!! O!! R!! E!! Score!, Fighters!, SCORE!" The words could be heard down the hall and through the walls. The aqua cat opened her eyes, bewildered. "Did I do that?" She asked.

"Yes, you did! Great job, Rose, wonderful!" The bat praised. "SO wonderful, in fact, that I'll count that as your move! Now, Amy Rose the Hedgehog?" Ms. Batson called.

"Yep!" Amy said, running up.

"Whenever you're ready." The teacher said, smiling at Amy.

"S! C! O! R! E! Score, Fighters, Score!" Amy yelled. She wasn't quite as loud as Rouge, but still loud, and had a great big grin on her face.

"There's a good smile! Now, Amy, watch me." Ms. Batson instructed. The teacher threw herself backwards, then sprang off of her hands using that momentum to get onto her feet again.

"Okay!" Amy said, repeating the move perfectly. Saving the world on a regular basis was good practice.

"Great job, everyone! The list of who made it on the squad and the reserve list will be out tomorrow!"

-In Ballroom Dancing Class-

"I can't believe the school wouldn't let us use extreme gear as a sport." Jet complained.

"We heard you the first time, Jet." Wave said, rubbing her temples.

There weren't many other people in the class. Somehow the school had managed to make the same number of boys sign up as the number of girls. Cameron walked over to Jet and Wave.

"Hey, guys. Do you know who's teaching this class?" She asked, looking around.

"No idea." Wave said, shaking her head.

As if on cue, in pranced Janette. "Good afternoon, class! Welcome to ballroom dancing! I know we're all excited to get partners and start learning, but we have to get down to business first. Ladies, you go find your size of dancing shoes and dress in my math room, and change in the bathroom. Oh! That rhymed. You'll have to wear them for every practice. Gentlemen, you need to find dancing shoes in the box right in the corner, but otherwise you may wear whatever you like, as long as it doesn't interfere with dancing." She smiled, giving out directions.

"Dresses? Is she kidding? I'm an extreme gear mechanic, not some princess." Wave mumbled to Cam as they started to leave the room.

"I hope the dancing shoes are easy to walk in… I'd die if they were heels." Cam agreed.

"What was that, ladies?" Janette butted in from across the room. "If you have a complaint about the rules, you'll just have to grin and bear it."

Wave looked like she was ready to tear Jannette's head off.

"Nothing, Ma'am." Cam called, sweatdropping as she dragged Wave out of the room.

It only got worse. As the girls changed in the restroom, they heard a thud closely followed by an ow! From one of the stalls. Cam opened the one she was in, now carrying the dancing shoes with three inch heels that she had obviously tried on.

"Stupid heels…" She mumbled, strapping them back onto her feet. As soon as they were on, she became wobbly again.

"Need some help?" Wave asked, obviously not loving the attire, but walking fine.

"I should be fine if I have a wall…" Cam said, slowly walking back to the dancing room with her hand on the wall. Wave walked next to her, ready to help.

"You're not going to be able to do that once we're in the room." Wave reminded her.

"I know that." Cam said, stumbling a bit at trying to walk and talk at the same time.

It was Wave's turn to sweatdrop. "Your coach really wasn't lying, was she?"

Cam stopped this time before speaking, right in front of the door. "Nope."

As they walked in, people were milling around, trying to adjust to their shoes, and talking to their friends. Cam wobbled around some, then tried getting off of the wall. A few steps out, she ended up falling into somebody.

"You okay?" Hiko asked, helping her stand up.

"Sorry. Yeah, I'm fine." Cam said.

"Okay, everyone! Pick your partners!" Jannette called out.

Wave ended up with Jet, and Cam ended up with Hiko.

As the class learned the basic waltz steps, Jet and Wave were always heard arguing or complaining about the other's actions.

"Back, out, together, back, out, together, one, two, three, one, two, three." Jannette chanted with the music that never seemed to end.

"OW! You stepped on me!" Jet yelled over the teacher.

"If you wouldn't have stepped the wrong way, I wouldn't have stepped on you." Wave argued.

"If you hadn't stepped on me I wouldn't have stepped the wrong way!" Jet fought back.

They started to get into a full-out argument, and the other pairs stopped and stared at the two fighting, going on obliviously.

Hiko kept a hold of Cam so that she wouldn't fall over. He laughed a little bit. "It's strange, you're so graceful on the ice."

"There's a big difference between skates and heels." Cam pointed out.

"Have you watched many skating videos?" Hiko asked.

"I watch the Winter Olympics every time. And I've done my research." Cam said.

"Have you watched the pair skaters?" Hiko asked again, keeping the questions up.

"Of course. Why?" Cam asked, getting suspicious.

"Haven't you ever wanted to try pair skating? I have, and I thought maybe-"

"No." Cam cut Hiko off. "I am not a pair skater, and even if I did want to try it, I wouldn't want to skate with you. Pair skating is dangerous enough as it is. You're good, but your sloppy. Pair skating has to be precise, down to the last little detail. On some of those lifts, I know you'd drop me."

"What, you don't trust me?" Hiko asked, acting offended.

"I don't like the look that's always in your eyes. And you're a terrible actor. Tell Peter and Hannah to select their cronies better next time." Cam said, pulling away from Hiko and glaring at him.

Jannette sighed at Jet and Wave. "Break it up, you two! You've gotten the class so off task, we'll have to wait until next practice to learn the rest. You're all dismissed!"

Cam took off her heels immediately, she started to walk out of the room, but Hiko grabbed her arm.

"How did you find out?" He asked.

"You just told me." Cam said, tugging her arm lose.

She stormed away, and Wave met her out in the hallway.

"Hey, I gotta check on Storm and make sure he's not dead. Wanna come and insult the jocks with me?" She offered.

Cam was still steaming. "Yeah. Let's go change."

They walked off to the dorm.

-Football Try-outs-

A screeching whistle echoed through the small locker room, packed with guys hoping to make it onto the football team. The returning upperclassman greeted each other and talked about the upcoming season, girls, and studied the freshmen that were more strewn about the room. Peter, of course, and his bodyguards sat around looking bored, not nervous in the slightest. Storm was standing near the middle of the room, looking dumbfounded and lost without Jet nearby. Shadow was leaning up against the lockers across from Knuckles, and both looked completely calm and indifferent. The guys were dressed in workout clothes. They all snapped their heads to the front of the room.

"ALRIGHT, LADIES! I HEAR YOU'RE ALL HERE TO TRY OUT FOR FOOTBALL! THOSE OF YOU WHO CAN MAKE IT THROUGH TODAY HAVE A CHANCE! NOW, ALL OF YOU, OUT ON THE TRACK! WE'RE DOING SPRINTS!" Surge yelled.

The mass amounts of guys jogged out to the field and lined up. As Surge blew his whistle, the boys at the front of the lines sprinted down the straight part of the track and back. This repeated for a while, and by the time Surge ordered them to stop, even Shadow was dripping in sweat.

"3 MINUTE WATER BREAK, THEN LINE UP ON THE FIELD!" Surge ordered.

The now very-tired group forced themselves up and over to where their water bottles were located. Most of them started to chug right away. Shadow went over into the cool shade of the bleachers. The water bottle became empty far too quickly for his liking, and he glared at it, wanting to throw it at the coach that made him thirsty in the first place. He noticed a couple little bumps add onto the top of the shadow in front of him. He turned around and looked up at the bleachers to be met with a fresh, cold bottle of water in his face.

"Save most of this for later." Cam instructed as she smiled down at him. He took the bottle and took a gulp.

"Aren't I supposed to stay hydrated?" Shadow countered.

"Yeah, but if you chug all that water now, you're stomach's gonna hurt a lot once you start exercising again." Cam replied. The whistle sounded again out on the field. Shadow nodded up at Cam and Wave, set the water down, and jogged off to line up on the field.

"UP-DOWNS, NOW!" The girls heard Surge yell.

Cam and Wave sat down on the bleachers.

"Hm. Storm's not dead yet." Wave commented, genuinely surprised.

The two girls continued looking around the field from where they sat, laughing at Peter, mainly, who could have passed off as dead.

They were having a god time all the way up until they guys were getting their positions. Because at that time, the cheerleaders showed up, still in their uniforms, without Amy and Rouge among them.

"Oh, look what the chao dragged in." Montana said, turning up her nose to the two on the bleachers. She got giggles from behind her, a way of cheering her on. "An obnoxious juvie mechanic and a freakish mutant figure skater who really doesn't have a figure, or any skills to go along with it."

"What was that?!" Cam yelled. It only took an instant for her to be up in Montana's face, grabbing her by the skimpy uniform she wore in one hand and holding her staff in the other. "Echidnas are NOT MUTANTS." She said firmly, glaring Montana down.

The other cheerleaders behind Montana were freaking out, and the football players took notice. Anna got in between them and shoved Cam off.

"Get lost, you crazy half-breed!" She yelled.

Cam lost her balance. She fell down on top of the bleachers, giving her nasty bruises in a variety of places.

"Hey!" Wave yelled. Her wrench appeared in her hands. "You wanna fight, you'll get one!"

Montana pulled out an orbish-looking object. Anna had a staff. Surge stormed up the bleachers. "CEASE AND DECIST, LADIES!" He was ignored.

"Lightning strike!" Montana yelled, a yellow zig-zag coming out of the orb at Cam.

"Cawxk Jxaoct!" Cam countered immediately, a golen-colored wall emerging to shield her. As the two spells collided, both the shield and beam dispersed, and Anna ran forward with her staff to attack Wave. They started matching each other blow for blow.

"ENOUGH!!!" Surge yelled, making his point clear. The girls kept fighting, though. "BREAK THEM UP, NOW!" The teacher demanded at the football players. Storm ran forward and restrained Wave, and Shadow did the same with Cam. Butch and Spike pulled Anna and Montana away.

"YOU GIRLS ARE IN A LOT OF TROUBLE! BOYS, ESCORT THEM TO THE PRINCIPLE'S OFFICE!" Surge demanded. They started walking, but Anna and Montana were taken down a different hallway that would still lead to the same place. They remained silent until they reached the principal's office and sat down in the chairs, soon to be joined by Anna and Montana.

"Alright, so what happened?" Omeleteman asked calmly. All the girls tried speaking at once, but were quickly stopped by Omeleteman putting his hand up for silence. "Cameron, you first."

Wave and I got done with ballroom dancing practice early, so we went to the football field. Wave wanted to check on Storm, and I came along so we both had company. We were behaving ourselves, then Anna, Montana, and the rest of the cheerleaders came in and started insulting us. Montana called me a mutant, and that's when I warned her to shut up. But she just kept going."

"I see…" Omeleteman brushed his moustache in thought. "Montana?"

"Alright, so like, cheerleading practice was over, so all the cheerleaders from like, last year, went to the football field to like, look at guys. So we show up and these two are sitting there laughing for like, no reason, so we decide to, like, joke with them a little. Cameron like, overreacted and like, started the fight." Montana argued.

"Let's see how this checks out." Omeletteman said, walking over to the security camera wall. On the big screen, he pulled up a few views of the scene from just before. "You girls were right by a microphone, too. How lucky." He thought out loud.

"What was that?!" Cam yelled. It only took an instant for her to be up in Montana's face, grabbing her by the skimpy uniform she wore in one hand and holding her staff in the other. "Echidnas are NOT MUTANTS." She said firmly, glaring Montana down.

The other cheerleaders behind Montana were freaking out, and the football players took notice. Anna got in between them and shoved Cam off.

"Get lost, you crazy half-breed!" She yelled.

Cam ended up losing her balance. She fell down on top of the bleachers, giving her nasty bruises in a variety of places.

"Hey!" Wave yelled. Her wrench appeared in her hands. "You wanna fight, you'll get one!"

Montana pulled out an orbish-looking object. Anna had a staff. Surge stormed up the bleachers. "CEASE AND DECIST, LADIES!" He was ignored.

"Lightning strike!" Montana yelled, a yellow zig-zag coming out of the orb at Cam.

"YOU GIRLS ARE IN A LOT OF TROUBLE! BOYS, ESCORT THEM TO THE PRINCIPLE'S OFFICE!" Surge demanded.

"I see now." Omeleteman said, closing out the video and sitting back down in front of the girls. "Cameron, Wave, you're free to go."

"Wait, what?! Why?!" Anna yelled, looking back and forth from the two girls standing up the the principal.

"Cameron and Wave were behaving themselves until you showed up. You clearly started the fight. You even launched the first attacks. Cameron was getting so much abuse that we gave her permission to fight back. I'm glad she decided to take it. Wave was clearly sticking up for her friend. Now, as for you two, you're going to be given 3 weeks detention and a month of kitchen duty. Is that clear?" Omeleteman said sternly.

Cameron, Wave, Shadow, and Storm walked out of the room.

"So, what position didjya guys get?" Wave asked, completely relaxed.

"Quarterback. Apparently I can throw." Shadow said.

"…Linebacker." Storm said after thinking for a while.

"And the Red Mutt?" Wave asked.

"…Same as me." Storm said.

"Cool." Cam said. She looked the guys over. "How bad of a beating did they give you?"

"Nothing horrible." Shadow said simply.

Cam raised an eyebrow at Shadow. "Really, now? That's impressive for football practice." She looked up at the clock on the wall of the hallway. "CRAP! I gotta change and run to practice! Bye, guys!" She ran off.

"Let's go back too." Wave suggested. She got a nod and a drop of drool. When they got back to the dorm, Cam was already gone, but Shadow had the overwhelming urge to sleep for a day. In reality, he was knocked around a lot, and had bruises all over. His only advantage was his dark fur that covered all of the injuries. He walked into his room and was just about to lay down when he spotted something in his way on the bed. It was a small container of ointment. There was a note attached.

Shadow-

You couldn't have gotten out of there without a bruise, and plus, I saw your movement was stiffer than usual. This is really good on bruises and sore muscles- I should know. See you later.

-Cam

Shadow stared at the note for a few seconds. '…How could she tell that easily? …Why does she care this much?...and… Why do I feel different when I'm with her?' He shook the thoughts out of his head and put down the note. He put the cold, somewhat smelly ointment on and laid down, letting himself drift off into sleep.

-Basketball Try-outs-

The gym was divided in half by a large curtain. Half the gym contained the girls, the other half contained the boys. Vector was in charge of both teams.

"Alright! Everyone, start warming up! Run a lap around the gym!" The croc commanded. The students obeyed. Most of the girls' team, however, only pretended to jog. Blaze, on the other hand, was right up with the guys the entire way. As soon as the girls were done walking, Vector barked out another order.

"Okay, everyone get in a pair, grab a basketball, and start passing!"

The guys were really just bored. Kevin and Silver paired up, mainly to talk.

"So, ready for an awesome year?" Silver asked, throwing the ball.

Kevin caught it. "You know it. I'm so ready to beat the cadets." He threw it back.

"Forget beating, we'll crush them this year." Silver agreed.

Squeals could be heard over on the girls' side. Blaze was very unamused.

"Just catch the stupid ball!" Blaze yelled. "It's not going to eat you! If you can't even catch, you might as well go over to cheerleading right now!"

She got a ton of glares for that. She passed the ball to her partner perfectly. The partner, though, didn't really get it and aimed too low. She ducked into the ball trying to catch it.

"OW!" The girl screamed. "Watch where you're throwing!"

"Watch where you put your head. I aimed right. You ducked into the ball." Blaze stated.

"Nuh-uh!" The partner retaliated. She picked up the ball and threw it at Blaze's head. Blaze jumped up and grabbed it.

"Okay. I'm going to bounce pass this to you. Are you ready?" Blaze said, just trying to get by.

"Don't treat me like an idiot!" The partner yelled.

"Alright." Blaze said. She passed the ball like normal, without bouncing it, to the girl. It hit the girl's arm.

"OW! You said you were going to bounce it!" She screamed yet again.

"You told me not to treat you like an idiot." Blaze stated.

"That's not what I meant!"

Blaze sighed. This was going to be a looooong practice.

-Track Try-outs-

Mr. Blackston blew his whistle.

"Okay, stretch for a while everyone. Afterwards we're going to do our various runs, and I'll time you. Those times will determine whether I want you on the team or not." He was laid back, even in his coaching.

Needless to say, the ferret was blown away by Sonic's time.

He was impressed with Espio's as well, but nothing really compared to Sonic.

-Normal POV-

As all the practices and try-outs ended, students could now be seen walking back to their dorms. Some seemed happy, others sad, some injured. Blaze plopped herself down on the couch by Silver, who was chugging a bottle of water.

"So, how was your basketball try-outs?" She asked. Silver stopped drinking his water for a second.

"I made it onto the team. Training will be tough this year." He said, leaning back farther into the couch. "How was your basketball try-outs?"

"I made it, too. But I wish you could be rougher in girls' basketball. Seems like if you so much as poke someone you get a foul." Blaze said moodily.

"Haha. I don't have that problem." Silver laughed. He started drinking his water again.

"Maybe I should try joining the boys' team, then." Blaze thought aloud.

Silver did a spit take. "What?!" He yelled, wiping the stray water off of his chin.

"Why are you so surprised?" Blaze asked. "You know I'm by far the best girls' basketball player. The coach is always putting me in. Most of the other girls on the team are afraid of the ball."

"You talking about basketball?" Vector asked as he walked in.

"Yeah, Coach." Silver said. "Blaze wants to join the boys' basketball team."

Vector looked over at Blaze. "That true?"

Blaze nodded. "Yes, Coach."

Vector nodded back. "I don't see why not. You could motivate the guys on the team to work harder, and you really don't deserve to be on the team with those other girls. There's nothing in the rulebook against it. Welcome to the team."

"Thank you, Coach Vector!" Blaze said happily. She nudged Silver, who was speechless.

"Better watch out. You might get beat by a girl." Blaze winked at Silver.

"Won't be that easy to beat me." Silver argued.

"Wanna bet?" Blaze said back. "Come on!" She hopped up, walking towards the gym. Silver followed.

The gym was mostly empty. There was a janitor trying to scrape gum off the bottom of the bleachers, and a few people getting in extra practice. Blaze grabbed one of the stray basketballs off of the floor. She passed it to Silver, who caught it easily.

"First one to get 3 baskets wins. No powers." She challenged.

Silver smirked. "You're on." He started dribbling the ball and running towards the basket. Blaze ran right along with him.

The match was still going on much later, tied 2 to 2. A tennis boy walked in with an old net full of tennis balls, and the janitor had taken notice of the two playing basketball. As the boy walked by, he stopped to watch the two. Little did he know that age was catching up to the large net he was carrying. All of the tennis balls spilled out of the bag, rolling across the gym. Blaze and Silver kept playing on obliviously, until Blaze stepped on one. Her right ankle went down at an awkward angle, and she fell on top of the other small yellow objects rolling across the floor, giving her more bruises.

"Ahh!" Blaze yelled, more from pain than anything.

Silver was right by her. "Are you alright, Blaze?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, hoping she could shake it off. It's just a sprain, Blaze. You're fine. She thought. You can't let an injury get in your way.

Silver stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and pulled herself up.

Blaze put down her right foot to walk. She started to fall again, but Silver caught her. "Blaze? What's wrong?" He asked, helping her sit down. The tennis boy was frantically running around trying to re-collect all of the balls.

"I just hurt my ankle. I'll be fine." Blaze said, hoping it would be true.

"Let me look." Silver said. "It's not a suggestion."

Blaze sighed and took off her sock and shoe. Her ankle was red and swollen, already starting to bruise.

"Your ankle might be broken, Blaze. Come on, I'll take you to the nurse's office." Silver said. Before Blaze could protest, he picked her up and started walking. Blaze blushed.

"Ah, young love…" The janitor sighed as they walked by. This made Blaze blush enough to compete with Knuckles' fur, and Silver was no better.

"…Crazy old man." Blaze muttered as they got into the hallways, and out of earshot.

"Uh… yeah." Silver agreed.

When they got to the nurse's office, it was surprisingly empty of people.

"Set her down on one of the beds, dear." The nurse instructed to Silver. He did as she was told. "Now, it looks like you have an ankle injury, right? Well, we have the 'R' in RICE, down. So next is ice. Let me just get into the freezer here…" Before the nurse could get the ice out, the phone rang. "Oopsie. Gotta get that, dearie. Must be Susan. Everything you'll need is in the cupboard there. Would you mind taking care of it?" The nurse asked Silver, not waiting for a reply.

Blaze sweatdropped. "I feel so comfortable now." She said sarcastically. "I can tell how much she cares."

"Why was she talking about rice?" Silver asked.

"It stands for Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. They're the steps to treating something like a sprain." Blaze explained.

"Oh. I remember now…" Silver said. He walked over to the small freezer containing ice, grabbed a plastic bag off of the top of it, then filled it with ice. He brought it over to Blaze and handed it to her.

"Thanks." Blaze said. She reached down and put the ice on her ankle, wincing a little bit. Silver nodded and opened the cupboard, pulling out an ace bandage. He took the already melting ice off of Blaze's ankle and started wrapping her it gently.

"Silver, you don't need to do that. The nurse should be done any time…" Blaze said awkwardly.

Silver looked up at her. "Both you and I know you don't believe that." He said, placing the ice back on her ankle. "I'll wait here until the nurse gets done with her phone call." Silver stated, pulling up a chair by Blaze.

Blaze smiled. "Thanks, Silver."

-Friday, Science class-

"…So, as you can see, these gems here when combined with these here, will give you…" Eggman lectured as he pointed to parts of the presentation on the screen. The students hurriedly scribbled down the masses of information on each slide, not registering what he was saying. You could see the room physically relax as the note session ended.

"Now class, as you can see, I have some examples up here." Eggman spoke from his desk. He pointed out a series of stones and gems in glass cases on his desk. "Each has a very unique ability. But I can't expose these to open air too much, so you'll only get to see one. Ah-ha! This one will do…" The doughnut-loving teacher pulled out a lumpy stone with a sickly red glow. "Hmmm… I forget which one this is… either way, pay attention to what it does." With that, he pulled the glass cover off from the stone. Little red orbs, much smaller and nastier looking than Tikal's orb of light, flew around the room, passing over the students.

"Ahh!" Montana yelled, the attention being drawn to her. "Get it off! Getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" She yelled, trying to shake the orb.

"Ew! Nasty things!" Hannah yelled, some orbs landing on her.

"…What's happening?" Kevin asked, inspecting one of the orbs that had landed in his arm.

"It's happening to me, too…" Cam said, also studying the objects.

"Don't panic, I'll find out what it is." Eggman said casually, digging through his messy folders of papers strewn every which way.

The red glows suddenly got brighter, and streaks of red were flowing from the orbs into the rock.

"I don't feel so good…" Montana announced, slowing down her attempts to get the orbs off.

Hannah was just staring off into space, and started slouching in her seat, as opposed to her normally good posture.

"Somehow… that rock is feeding off of our magic." Kevin figured out.

"Nonsense." Eggman said, denying it. "I've heard of no such thing." He continued shuffling through his papers.

Cam was struggling to keep herself upright. She and the other three magic-users were fading fast.

"Just cover the stupid rock!" Rouge yelled.

"Young lady, I will not tolerate this! They're obviously acting." Eggman scolded. Then, in a blue flash, the glass was over the rock, and the little red orbs dispersed. "Who-" Eggman started.

"Montana!" Anna's scream cut off Eggman's. Montana was passed out.

"Hannah?!" Peter yelled at the same time as Anna, supporting the female hedgehog, who was also passed out.

Cameron and Kevin passed out a few seconds later. Shadow and Espio silently checked on them. "Ah-ha! I found it!" Eggman yelled, holding up a piece of paper.

Rock with red glow-

Do not use around magic-users. Drains magic, and when creature is out of magic, life. If a magic-user is exposed to this rock, cover the rock immediately. Prolonged exposure may result in fainting, and, if exposed for long periods of time, death.

Eggman sweatdropped. "…Oops. I'll call the nurse…" He went to put the note down, but noticed something written on the back.

If someone happens to be idiotic enough to use the red rock around magic-users, use the rock with the light blue glow at the same time as the red one to reverse the effects.

"Oh! Never mind about the nurse, I can fix this." Eggman announced, pulling out the light blue rock. He uncovered both rocks. This time the little red orbs went to the blue rock, and streams of light blue light flooded to the passed out students. Slowly, one by one, they woke up, and the lights dispersed. Eggman covered both rocks again. "Well, class, since those had negative effects, I'll show you a very special stone, that I am confident is not dangerous in any way." He pulled out a white stone.

"What does that one do?" Peter asked, not bothering to raise his hand.

"It lets people see what they want to see the most. Not only see it, but feel it, touch it, smell it, everything." Eggman announced.

A silence passed over the classroom. "Let's see it then." Peter spoke out.

"Alright. I'll let you have the rest of class with whatever it is you people want to see." Eggman offered. He uncovered the rock. There was a flash, and each student seemed to be transported into a world with their desire in front of them.

Shadow looked around and blinked a few times. He was in an empty, pure white space. Then he heard something.

"Shadow?"

He recognized the voice immediately and turned to it.

"Maria." He said, walking up to her.

"Hello, Shadow." Maria hugged him. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Maria." Shadow returned the hug.

It was true. The image was real. Very real. He could feel her, she was warm. He could certainly see and hear her. He could even smell the faint fragrance of shampoo on her.

Amy looked around, confused. Where in the world was she?It looked like some sort of hotel room… She heard a knock on the door of the room. Freaked out as she was, she went to go get the door. She looked in the mirror and stopped. Her quills were down to her back- when did that happen? And it looked like she had overall matured. Then it hit Amy. This is what she wanted to look like when she turned 18. Long hair, with the body of a model. The knocking started again. Amy went over and opened the door. Her five closest friends greeted her. Or, at least, older versions of them did.

"Amy!" They yelled. Amy moved to let them file in. They made themselves at home in the small suite.

"Ready for the big day?" A grown-up Rouge asked.

"The big day? What do you mean?" Amy asked.

Cameron, now 19 looking, snickered over on the couch. "Looks like someone's a little hung over from her bachelorette party last night…"

"Cam!" A 14 year old Cream scolded.

"Wait. Bachelorette party? You mean… I'm getting married?" Amy slowly figured out.

"There we go. She remembered." Older Blaze commented.

"Come on, we've got to go get ready!" Wave urged, tapping her toe by the door. "Our appointments are soon, you know."

"But we can't let Sonic see!" Cream said, excited.

"That's when she's in her dress, Cream." Rouge pointed out.

"But my cousin didn't want to be seen at all by her groom before her wedding!" Cream retaliated.

"Okay, we try to avoid Sonic as much as possible, and if he sees her before she has her dress on, we don't panic, alright?"Cam compromised between the two. Both nodded.

The vision then skipped the beautification processes. Next thing Amy knew, she was in the church by the altar. Sonic was in front of her. He said "I do." The priest drawled on a bit more. Then she said "I do." They kissed. She could hear people cheering.

Sonic, Storm, and Eggman's visions were all very similar.

Sonic was in a world made of chilli dogs.

Storm and Eggman were in their own private worlds filled with doughnuts and other miscellaneous junk food.

Cameron looked around. She too was in the white world Shadow had entered.

"Mommy? Daddy?" She called. The words echoed. They were so unfamiliar to say.

"Cameron." She heard a call from behind her.

Cam spun around. "Mommy?" But no one was there. Her heart sank.

A new, lower toned call appeared. "Cameron, over here."

She spun around again. This time, both of her parents were there. She ran up to them and was brought into a tight hug. It felt so right. So warm. So loving. She had needed to feel that for so long.

"Mommy, Daddy, I missed you so much."

"We missed you too, sweetie." Cam's dad soothed.

"We're so proud of you." Her mom continued.

"I love you." Cam said. The hug deepened.

"We love you, too." Both parents replied.

Jet was racing. He crossed the finish line on a highly advanced extreme gear board. Confetti flew everywhere.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your new world grand prix champion, Jet the Hawk!" An announcer yelled over the speaker, only barely being heard over all the screaming fans.

Jet was escorted up to the podium and handed his huge trophy. There were fangirls everywhere asking to marry him.

All of the racers he left behind walked away in a rejected slump.

This was the life.

Rouge had all the world's jewels. She was rich and famous. Everyone loved her. Her vision consisted of living her life as this person. She really liked it.

Tails was in a giant lab. He had lots of workers, and every technology he would need. He had made so many new discoveries- he found the cure to the common cold, cancer, and all other terminal diseases. He had won many awards. He found a way to cure world hunger. All of his friends supported him every step of the way.

Blaze went into her own special world.

Somehow her father was convinced to let her be free instead of being the next in line to take the throne. She was free to do as she wished. She could hang out with her friends without any guards around when she wasn't at school. She could wear whatever she wanted. Say what she wanted to say. Do what she wanted to do.

She went to parties with people her age.

She could marry who she wanted without worrying about an arranged marriage getting in the way.

Why couldn't it really be like that?

Kevin's vision started out with more of a flashback.

"So, what do you want to do when you grow up?" The middle school age Kevin asked. He was walking alongside Cameron to the skating rink.

"Well, first, I'm going to go as far as I can in the figure skating world. I won't go into being a professional figure skater. I want to be a singer." The small Cam explained.

"Cool. You know, we could make a band or something." Kevin suggested.

"That'd be cool. It's a plan." Cam smiled at him.

The vision skipped ahead to what looked to be the near future. They were still in school, but on stage, singing a song together in a band. Hannah and Peter were standing in the audience, humiliated, like they were just interrupted by those now on stage. Payback felt sweet.

Silver was back in the future. Everything was normal. No iblis. No post-apocalyptic looking places. The world was just a happy place to live. He and Blaze could relax. No more fighting. No more danger.

Wave won many prizes for her extreme gear. She had started a company for making her new models, and it was an instant success. Her hard work was finally recognized.

She no longer had to deal with her idiot team mates on a regular basis. Only on a semi-regular basis. And for once, she was appreciated by them. Only the occasional migraine occurred. Everything was organized. She didn't have to worry about money, or steal things she wanted. Life was good.

Knuckles just sat by the master emerald. It was in one piece. The island was safe.

………………and that's all.

Espio was meditating in a quiet clearing in the middle of nowhere…

………………and that's all.

Hannah was in the ice rink. She was watching Cameron perform. She kept falling. It was great. Then Hannah had the best performance she could possibly give. She smirked as the scored went up. Hannah was first. Cameron was last. No more threats.

In Peter, Butch, Spike, Anna and Montana's visions:

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