"'…Subject H wasn't found, not even a body was found.'"

Rouge read the last line of the final log. Her ears drooped and her breath grew shaky. What had she just read? Someone had been kept…no tortured here. Shadow rarely spoke of his life on the Arc, but when he did, he always spoke so fondly of it. It's hard to believe that something so despicable had happened here. She leaned her elbows on the edge of the table and put her face in her hands. She took a deep breath.

Omega turned his flat head, and his beady red optics, enlarged. "Do we inform Shadow?"

Rouge snapped her head up and dropped her hands into her lap. She faced Omega, "Inform him of what? That another modian had been kidnapped, tortured, and possibly killed to create him? How do you tell someone that? Especially when that someone is like Shadow! You remember how much finding out about Eclipse affected him. How are we going to tell him that he had," she took another deep breath, "a mother."

Omega remained still, "Do we not inform him?"

"I don't know if we can, 'not' tell him. If we keep this a secret. I know you, big guy, might not slip with this secret, but if shadow gets suspicious, he'll stop at nothing to get me to crack or find out another way. If we strait up tell him, who knows how he'll react. Either way, he'll find out."

Rouge unplugged the downloader, and helped Omega unhook his power core.

"Subject H's current position?" Omega asked.

"I don't know. The logs ended with her escaping, and judging by what was written, I'd say the researchers didn't know what exactly happened. She might still be alive, but it's been over fifty years, so it likely that she died."

They left, leaving with more questions then answers. What had truly happened to Subject H? Was she still alive, if so, where was she? And most importantly, who was she?

She sighed, and gazed in to horizon. The sight of the setting sun, above the shimmering sea, never ceased to amaze her. She felt the strong, yet gentle breeze; it ruffled her long, streaked with dark brown, auburn quills, that had begun to grey a few years back. She flicked her perched ears, the sound of children's laughter filled them. She glanced over to the sound, and gazed at the number of children that were her nieces and nephews. They were playing on the shorefront, their smiles and laughter always made her happy, but always sad at the same time. She had never married, or had any children of her own. Well that last wasn't entirely true…

"Auntie Saphira?" a small voice spoke.

She turned, noticing that Laurie, her youngest niece, was standing next to her rocker. Laurie had the same auburn quills as her, only her stripes were white. Her sweet worrying blue eyes, looked up. "Auntie Saphira are you okay? You seem sad."

She flashed a warm smile at her niece, and patted her lap. Laurie, quickly climbed up on to her lap, and hugged her.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm just remembering someone." Her voice was gentle and warm, and like always was encased a whispery echo.

"Who?" Laurie asked.

"A little boy."

"What little boy Auntie?"

"My son."

"You had a son?" Laurie asked in shock.

She chuckled, remembering that Laurie was only two and of course, was never told, "Yes I did."

"But how? You never got married."

"I had him through very unusual means, dear."

"What does that mean?"

"When I was a young lady, I was walking along the beach…"

I remember a time, long ago. When I was a beautiful strong and smart girl that had just blossomed into my womanhood. Everyone had always said I had a bright future ahead of me. It had been early in the morning. The dawn was just coming over the horizon. Mist had been heavy in the air. I had been daydreaming and that made it easy for them to sneak up on me. I was alone that morning.

A creature that was wearing a full body white suit. I had never seen a human before, so I thought they were monsters. He jumped up and tried to pin me down. I scratched him, with my claws and quills trying to get away. I know that this was seen as savagery but I wasn't going to let him take me. If I had things, I could use to defend myself, I was going to use them, but it was in vain. Four more of them jump out of nowhere. I tried to fight them, I tried to run away. But I felt a sudden pinch in my left leg, and the world started to blur and eventually fade to black.

And they took me away.

Laurie stared at her in wonder, "Where did they take you?"

"I remember waking up. Feeling like I just run six miles…"

The room was bright. I closed my eyes again, wondering where and when my mother had bought, bright white lights. But when I my vision refocused, I realized, I wasn't in my home. The room I was in was small, white and clean. No windows that I could see, only a brown door, that always remained locked.

For months I was stuck in that room. For a while people would enter the room to give me meals, but after some time they began to use a feeding slot. I fought against them. I was scared. I didn't want them near me. Sometimes they would give me something to make me sleep. I don't know what they did with me then.

He niece was wide eyed. Shocked but clearly enjoying the story. "They gave you a son?"

"Yes, they did. I don't know how, but they did."

"Then, where is he? Why isn't he here playing with us?"

"If he were here, I don't know if he'd want to play your games. He'd be all grown up now. Maybe with kids of his own."

"But why haven't I seen him? Doesn't he come visit you? You're his mommy."

"I don't know if he knows about me. When I left the place the people took me, I couldn't take him with me."

Alarms filled my ears, as I ran. The only light I had as I ran were the red flashing warning lights. I remember hearing footsteps that weren't my own and ducking into another room, to hide. I was curled into a ball under a desk not daring to breath, until I was sure they had left.

I crawled out carefully. I was tired and didn't know how I managed to get out that room. I looked up and stomach dropped. Tears stung the corners of my eyes. It was him. He was locked in a round glass chamber, floating is some kind of fluid and wires and tubes were attached to every part of him. I reached out and touched the glass. Tears pouring down my cheeks. I didn't need any sort of test. I knew. He was mine.

He was perfect. His perfectly black fur and quills, with their bright red stripes; much like mine. I couldn't see his eyes. He looked like he was asleep. He had the sweetest little face; he kind of looked like he was wearing red eye liner. It made me smile, turning my tears bittersweet. My heart slowly cracked and shattered into thousands of microscopic fragments; I couldn't take him with me.

Why? Why were they doing this? Why did they need this child? My child. I leaned my forehead against the glass. My tears ran wild. As much as I didn't trust these people and as much, I wanted him. I was too young. I didn't have my own house or a way to support us. I couldn't relay on my family; they might not accept him. I took a deep breath, and did the hardest thing I ever had done. I turned around and walked away. Regretting my decision, the moment I stepped outside of the room.

I don't really remember what happened next. Everything felt shattered. My mind wasn't there and my body took over. All I remember is running into another room, a bright flash and I was suddenly back home. I smelled a mix of sea air and summer flowers. I was in the garden outside of my home. I heard my mother call my name. I ran over to her, collapsing in her arms, sobbing.

Laurie hugged her auntie, tighter. She knew she should be quiet now but, "Where is he now?"

"I wish I knew sweety."

"Laurie? What are you doing?" said an older hedgehog that looked like Laurie or rather Laurie looked like her, "It's time to come in, darling."

"Okay mommy," Laurie said as she crawled off of her.

Her mother, picked her up and took her inside.

"What were you and Auntie Saphira talking about honey?"

"She was telling me about her son."

"Oh no sweetheart you don't talk about that with her."

"Why not?"

"Well, you see dear. Auntie Saphira doesn't have a son. She's sick and just thinks she has one."

She heard them talking at the left. Her ears drooped. From the day she came back to this very moment, no one had ever believed her story. Not even her own family. For years afterward she was sent to therapist after therapist, mental ward after mental ward. Everyone thought she was crazy, that she was living in a delusion that she had been captured and had a son. The bright future everyone thought that was waiting for her, vanished.

She stared back out at the horizon. The sun had got to bed, underneath the blue blankets of the ocean, leaving the sky a rich velvety purple. Another day of being in the dark had passed. Another day of being labeled a crazy person. Another day of regret.

"If you're out there. I'm sorry. I never stopped looking," She whispered, "I will always regret my decision. I will always prey to one day see you again. In this life or the next."

"'Name: Subject H

Gender: Female

Species: Mobian Hedgehog

Age: ##

Native Location: ####### #####

Hight: 3 feet 2 inches

Weight: 74 pounds

H/S: Healthy

C/S: Escaped

…'"

A/N

Well there it is! I finished a story! I'm really happy with it. To everyone who read this thank you, and I hope you enjoyed. For more Sonic the hedgehog stuff by me I have my series 'A Second Wind' and the one shot spinoff 'Hidden Tears' (if you want to cry read that one). I also have things in transformers and Marvel (and maybe some avatar the last air bender thing down the line, but I'm finishing what I'm working on first). Did anyone find the story within the story? I hope people will come back for other stories Bye ;)