Accident: Vector & band
A/N: "…Max the Monkey on bass guitar, Mach the Rabbit on drums, and Sharps the Parakeet on lead guitar…" –Sonic News Network) (I wrote down sixteen different locations to have their meeting in, and then used random number generator to choose. This is the result.)
Requested by Missplayer30
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He didn't really want to leave Charmy on his own, but after fifteen minutes of non-stop whining about getting candy, Vector had caved in. Mostly because the kid was driving him nuts, obviously, and the hospital coffee is terrible but hey, man, it's caffeine. How had he ended up in the hospital, often shortened down to hell? -He'd left Espio home to look after things, and taken a taxi with Charmy, who'd broken his ankle doing something in the backyard which involved getting his bike dragged up a tree – and now they both had been stuck in the hospital for two hours.
The idea of coffee sounded almost like ambrosia to Vector, and sure, throw in a couple of bags of candy with that to calm Charmy down and he was all set. If only for the fact that standing in line was takin a while, seeing as the lady at the counter kept changing her mind about what sort of shitty hospital pastry she wanted, and-
Wait a second, wait a minute here.
Vector knows those guys in front of him in the line. A monkey with a cast and crutches, which is mildly alarming, and then a pink rabbit and a white parakeet, who's arguing with the monkey about doughnuts. Yeah, it's them.
"Hey Mach, Sharps! It's been a while."
They spin around, Sharps' beak falling open in surprise. Mach grins wide. "Wow. Wow, shit – it's Vector, Max, can you believe this?"
"Heard you've started a detective agency, man, what's up with that-"
"And kids! You have a freaking kid, saw it in the newspaper-"
"Hey, hey," Vector interrupts, "Slow down pal, Chaos." He can't stop himself from grinning though. "And I've heard you guys joined Mina Mongoose? Your new band, what's it called-"
"The Forget Me Knots, but who cares about that – you have a kid, dude! What's his name? Heck, how old is he even?"
"Charmy, he's six and a little menace. I'm here 'cause he broke his ankle."
"But hey," Mach slaps a hand down on Vector's shoulder and looks at him seriously. "We've missed you. And the little guy too, just… I'm sorry we kicked you out, okay."
"Yeah," agrees Sharps. "That wasn't very – that's not what friends do."
"Nah, don't worry about it." Vector waves away their concerns. "If I hadn't left the band I wouldn't ever have met Espio or Charmy. Darn, the Chaotix wouldn't exist if I hadn't been kicked out." He missed his ticket to fame and fortune maybe, but – he can't say he would want things to have gone differently. A team like the one he's got just can't be compared to money (at least on the good days)…
"So no hard feelings?" Max asks hopefully, leaning on his crutches.
"Nah, we're cool. Though I really would like your e-mail or something – it's been ages."
"Hasn't it! Oh man, I gotta tell you about the Bar Incident on Apotos-"
"No!" Mach elbows Sharps, "You swore to never tell anyone!"
Max just smiles at Vector while Sharps and Mach proceeds to have a slap fight in the middle of the cafeteria, and says wistfully, "Could you do me a favour though?"
"Depends."
"Could you tell the little guy 'Hello' from us? I know you've saved the world with him."
Vector grins. "He's not really 'the little guy' anymore – but sure. I'll tell him those losers we hung with back in school sent greetings."
Max chuckles fondly. "I guess it wouldn't be incorrect, per se…"
