A/N: GUESS WHAT?! It's an update!

And it's an early one :) Happy April. (Was supposed to upload April 2nd :o)

With 2.2k words :) Planning to Aim for longer chapters!

I have bad news though...Unfortunately, I'm quitting this story and deleting it :(. No questions about it. I can't be bothered to continue it. Too much effort.

Enjoy your last chapter with me :(

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Shadow's P.O.V

7:40pm

It felt like I hadn't eaten in weeks. Because I had kept on telling myself my body didn't need nutrients because I was the ultimate lifeform, my body had weakened a little. Though I was ashamed to admit that out loud, my stomach sat full in satisfaction. I finally took the medicine and waited for the irritation of the burning sensation in my legs to die down. I then stared at the door wondering why Tasha was being so pleasant towards me. But I brushed off the mere thought and wondered why Amy went through all this trouble for me. She has too much of a caring heart.

I looked over to the clock and the digital numbers showed 7:42 pm...It was getting late. And I was starting to feel strangely hot and tired. I looked over to the medication bottle. I'm guessing it was the side effects. I didn't want to be going to sleep early like a child trying to get well rested before school tomorrow. But I had no choice but to give in to the side effects. I couldn't walk anywhere for the next 6 days anyway. I saw a figure standing outside my hospital door as if they were talking to someone before they let themselves in.

"Shadow..?" Amy shyly asked.

I looked up at her. I don't know why, but my body was acting weirdly again as I remembered the flashbacks from what happened at the base. I became angry as I saw the bruises and tired circles underneath her eyes. What was she doing? It made me annoyed. ANNOYED. So I swiftly swung my feet out of bed and grabbed her wrist. She looked back at me in shock.

"Sh-Shadow?! What do you think you're doing? You're hurt-"

I snapped.

"What the HELL are you playing at ROSE?" I yelled.

She didn't look at me in anger, she looked scared. But I didn't care, yet I didn't know why I was shouting at her.

"I'm tired of reading you like a book. When I swung my legs out of the bed, you immediately became concerned for my well being. You didn't even bother to check to see if you would get hurt from that. Things like that are why weaklings like you die on the battlefield."

She looked up to me with an empty smile.

"That's funny since your ass is the one in a hospital bed." she snarled with venom in her voice.

I felt a pang of guilt as my anger and ego were slapped down a notch.

"Don't mind him, Amy," Rouge said in a playful teasing tone.

What was this bat up to now?

"Romeo over here is just trying to look out for your wellbeing. Hypocritical, if I do say so myself," she smirked.

Amy's changes of expression were hard to keep up with. She was suddenly smiling and shyly twiddling her fingers. My arm was still loosely wrapped around her wrist.

"A-ah...is that so. Thanks, Shadow."

I glared over at Rouge. These meds weren't giving me the strength to retaliate.

"Don't put ideas in her head." I hissed in embarrassment. The pink hog just gave me a mean look.

"Uh, Rouge? Why are you out of your hospital room?" inquired Amy.

Rouge had a smirk plastered on her face, but I could tell she was trembling from her burnt, bandaged wing.

"Amy, have you written up a mission report yet?" Rouge inquired.

"No, but after I do there's something we need to talk about," Amy responded with a waver in her voice while looking at me. She was probably thinking about if what was said in the diary was true.

"The mission report?" questioned Rouge. "We didn't find anything interesting, let alone important since Eggman deleted the diary and tried to kill us."

"Yes, that's partially true. I saved the diary but I haven't read it. I'll read it by tonight." Amy replied.

I just sat back in my hospital bed. There was too much going on and I felt my body relax. It was so comfortable. As I heard Amy and Rouge continue to talk, I felt myself drifting off further and further into sleep.


Sonic's P.O.V

8:32pm

After everybody left, Cream called her mother asking to stay over at Tails' workshop while Blaze accompanied her. Cream was currently tidying up in the kitchen after making food for everyone, Tails was busy tinkering with something again and Blaze decided to ponder in the corner. That left Sally and me to walk upstairs to the guest room.

Sally was currently mumbling about how she wasn't used to sleeping on a double bed or something so I looked up at her before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. Sally didn't notice and continued to ramble on about it, so I weakly put on hand over my stomach and growled at her.

"Would you just be quiet for a goddamn minute?" I snapped. Then I looked up at her in apology. I hadn't meant it rudely. She was silent and shot me a rude look before replying in an unhappy tone.

"Sonic, usually I'd scold you but I can see something's up. Want me to get you some water and call Tails?"

I rolled my eyes and tried to force a signature grin on my face to let her think that I was okay before feeling another sharp pain and nausea. It felt like my energy was running out quickly. I was on the brink of passing out. As my vision started to blur out, I could hear the muffled voices of Sally calling out to Tails and the rush of footsteps.

Oh God...are the after-effects of the machine coming to haunt me now?


Rouge's P.O.V

9:17pm

As Amy and I walked back through the car park to find a G.U.N car to borrow, I couldn't help but wonder what it was like for Amy to be in Cadet training. She was just supposed to be a Cadet that G.U.N sent out on missions that nobody wanted to do or paperwork nobody wanted to check. I'm wondering how she made it on to a team or even out of the office.

As I opened my car door I looked at the outfit Amy had decided to wear. While I was still in my battle clothing, she had on a beige turtleneck, black jeans, furry brown boots and an autumn orange scarf. It seems she had good taste in clothing, yet bad taste in self-care. Her face was starting to breakout, her nails were a mess and her hair had split ends. We needed to fix that.

We drove mostly in silence the rest of the 15 minutes back to our home due to traffic. While we were stuck in traffic, I offered to start up a conversation.

"So, Amy, I was wondering...what was your training in the Cadet programme like?" I said while staring at her hands on the steering wheel.

She stared blankly at me, but I could tell she was wondering why I had brought it up out of the blue.

"Well...In my opinion, it was very gruelling. One minute you thought you could relax and the next you had to do something else. The paperwork was hard to get around. You had to understand a lot of things at once to sort it and type it all up, then save it on to 2 extra drives in order not to lose it. Then keep one of those drives safe. The training was the hardest for me though. My muscles ached day after day even though I made sure to stretch, massage with essential oils, meditate. It took a lot of willpower to keep myself sane you know? And the missions got harder one after the other."

She paused for a second before continuing.

"You would think after all those years after being on the freedom fighters, I'd be in athletic shape but how could I be when I was made to do as little as possible to 'stay out of trouble'? I have to admit, I should have stepped up my game a long time ago but I'm stronger now. Well, I think I am. You would also wonder if the missions would have been easy since we're 'newbies' but it turns out they gave us the hardest missions first to test who would be the strongest and who would be more likely to survive. Our first ever mission was the hardest because we had to infiltrate the base of an extremely dangerous terrorist group with very little equipment. They did that to us to see how well we would adapt that that sort of environment. But...everyone was so excited to go on their first mission, they let their guard down, went in with arrogant attitudes and died."

I looked down at my lap trying to take in all this information. Truth be told, at first, I didn't want Amy to be on our team because I thought she would be slowing us down, not knowing that she had to go through all that. But I still had a few more questions for her. As the car slowly started to move after the traffic was clearing, I spoke again.

"So, Amy. How did you eventually make it on to our team after experiencing all of that?"

Amy concentrated on the road while looking uncomfortable with the question. She answered anyway.

"I had to tell myself not to give up. Not yet. The stuff they put us through wasn't the best, but I knew if I was stuck in that negative mindset that I wouldn't get very far. I wanted to be assigned to your team and become an agent because I knew I was capable of so much more. It didn't take long for me to be assigned to a team and I'm grateful I got this chance. Teaming up with ex-villans like you guys would eventually teach me new things."

I grit my teeth together to stop myself from smiling or laughing at that cringey speech, but then it dawned on me. I was always too quick to judge. What Amy was saying was actually correct and had a point. And although I'm usually not a person for sympathy, Amy was still a comrade. And I should be grateful for the way she's treated me ever since she's come on this team even though we haven't treated her the best.

We turned a corner into a back road to keep people from finding out where we lived because we were driving a G.U.N car. Then I decided to speak.

"Well Amy, as much as it pains me to say this...what you went through was very sad. I'm not the best with words as intelligent as I seem and I'm not good with emotions, but I can definitely pick up on when I'm feeling grateful that you decided to join our team. I'm not one for long speeches either but...I'm sorry for that test I put you through during the mission. It definitely wasn't right of me to do that. I was chosen to be in G.U.N to use my spy skills to do work to help the nation but you had to go through all that training just to be here. I'm willing to accept you as my...comrade." I said, wincing at that last word.

Amy looked shocked but then recovered with a mischievous smirk.

"Aww, Rouge are you asking me to be friends with you~?" Amy chirped out while poking my arm. I held the urge to laugh.

"Don't push it, pinky," I replied with a smirk.

"Aww? Even besties?"

"No. Shut it." I retorted. She faltered with a mock pout and pulled in to the car park.

We're finally back home. What a long day...


A/N:

Psst, are you still there? If you are, that's great! Usually, people don't read below here and go straight to the review section and comment about what I've said above :)

Of course, I'm not deleting my story, I'm not crazy xD (If you see anyone actually believing it, tell them to read the bottom part of the story :o)

(This is to make up for April fools hehe.)

Thank you for reading, see you in chapter 14.