Disclaimer: *Sigh* Why do those dumb lawyers make us poor writers make these stupid things? Bah! Anyway, I don't own Miles 'Tails' Prowler or any of the StarFox team, although they are barely involved and Tails is almost my character (after I added a few touches to him).

Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either.
"Jesus Christ!" Falco exclaimed as Tails walked into the door. When I say 'into', I mean, INTO, as in 'Wham!'

"Tails! You look like you've been hit by a truck!" Amy quickly buzzed the automatic door to life. Tails stumbled in with puffy eyes, dark circles under them, and a stagger. Amy bit her lip as she caught him; "You haven't been drinking, have you?"

Instead of frowning, like he always did when asked that kind of question, his face split into a huge grin and he tipped Amy back, caught her with a swift arm, and planted a hard kiss on her lips. Amy screamed and kicked him away. Tails' grin grew wider as she burst out laughing.

"Jeez!" Falco chuckled, "I never thought that you were interested in her."

"I'm not," Tails said calmly. His expression, although, hinted that he was at drugs at a bottle per second the other night. Falco had tried that move on Amy two months ago, and he got a completely different reaction from Tails; Amy called security.

The complex was carved out of colorful marble. The floors were heavily waxed, although not slippery at all. Large columns lined up the hall to the elevator on the other end. All the floors up from the main one were offices and training facilities. The large emblem on the floor that depicted the coat of arms of the Cornerian Defense Army told that much already.

Tails and co. liked to hang around the security desk, just because Falco was hired there for his part-time job because of his stunning vision. Tails wouldn't be surprised if he developed X-ray eyes anytime soon. Once in a while, General Pepper would barge in on their conversations and order them to prepare for another suicide mission. Tails didn't mind the missions; it was Falco's attitude whenever he messed up on an objective.

"So, what have you been smoking?" Falco asked, leaning back on his rotating leather chair behind the half-circle stone desk. He clunked his metal boots beside the new, black computer and keyboard.

"Marijuana," Tails joked, "What else?"

"No, really," Falco's face turned stern, "Did you read the papers this morning? Some dude was on top of the Telcus tower last night. Witnesses say he was hit by thunder. That must've been one crazy bastard. Did ya see him last night?"

Tails' expression turned from giddiness into annoyance very quickly. Amy gasped as she realized what he had done.

"Tails, please don't tell me you were that crazy bastard," Amy whispered. Tails shrugged and swung himself on top of Falco's desk. Falco nearly fell off his chair.

"Damn, Tails," he hissed, "What the hell has gotten into you. I'll give you five minutes to run, then I'm hitting the alarm." He looked serious. Tails, however, didn't budge.

"What, what's wrong?"

"That crazy bastard, YOU, Tails, went on a rampage and killed fifty- six people," Amy grabbed Tails by the collar of his T-shirt, "Get out of here, Miles. We're already violating the first law of the Defense Army: Never let anything get in the way of a capture."

Tails stumbled back a few steps, shocked. Falco gave him a glare. When something like this happened, there was no reasoning, even with your best friends. Even if you say you didn't do it, there's not a shred of proof. Tails shook his head twice and bolted for the door.

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"Damn it," Tails muttered as a couple of police cruisers sped past his hiding spot in the alleyway. Krystal's staff was clipped to his back, but he didn't dare use that. Last night's little adventure with thunder must've overloaded his molecules. Tails was sure that they've turned blue. Instead, he took a small wave disrupter from his belt and turned the safety off.

Winding the little shotgun's barrel around a few times by throwing it, holding onto the handle, Tails heard the sharp whir of the battery. Falco was dead serious; the police were actually looking for him. They were armed to kill.

Tails felt tears in his eyes from the injustice. He didn't even get off the tower at night. He'd had fainted on top of the freezing place, the rain still pounding on him. When he woke up the next morning, there were icicles on his face and the only thing that kept him alive was the magic from the staff.

"Tails!" An officer in black shouted. Tails spun around. He saw, on the other end of the alley were three armed men, all of them were pointing their pistols at him. Tails hesitated for just a split second before he ran out the way he came.

Garbage cans around him and the brick walls were being melted and imploded because of the laser shots the guards were using. Tails was way too far to use the disrupter, so he cleared a dumpster in a single bound and made for the city center.

His little crash landing on a car alerted several men behind him, and they too joined the chase. Tails threw his back on a parked red hover car and blew a blast of waves at the oncoming army. The force blew five of them back a yard or so, but it didn't do any more harm than a big pack of Styrofoam shaped like a car smash into you.

"Don't run, Tails!" The leading officer, a heavily armed badger with a helmet shouted at him. Tails wound up the disrupter again and fired it at him.

"Everybody runs," Tails muttered to no one in particular as he smashed the windshield of the car and hopped in. He smashed open the side of the car where the key was supposed to be and connected the two wired. The electronic engine sprang to life and made the car hover a few inches from the pavement.

"No!" The badger yelled as Tails roared the car straight toward his lying figure. The badger gasped and lay back on the floor. Luckily, he got away with just a small scratch to his nose from the rear bumper. Tails yelled an apology to the badger lieutenant and sped off.

"If I got a nickel for every suspect who pleaded innocent, I wouldn't need this job," Tails mumbled to himself, "And that's not including me."

There were loud yells under the noon sun as every armed man was dumped into either a car or a motorcycle and were whisked away to catch Tails. Looking into the rear view mirror of his stolen vehicle, Tails noted ten of them on his trail. Smirking, he thought about how they must be feeling about now, having one of their best agents become one of their top suspects.

Passerby's watched as six hover cars and five motorcycles raced each other down Wayne Street, all of them going top speed, occasionally smashing into an automatic banking machine or a telephone booth. Tails found it very easy to drive on the wide, single-lane road. Downtown shops and high-rises were on both side of him, not leaving even an inch for a car to turn into a separate street. That made it less likely for an ambush.

"Oh, crud," Tails muttered as the road started sloping upward. At the speed that he was going, it was likely for the car to take off into the air and land with something two letters short of a kaboom. Tails threw a look back over his shoulder. The police cars were in hot pursuit, and they didn't look like they were about to give up. Unluckily for them, they had left a gap in the center of them, just about two meters' worth.

Tails suddenly slammed on the brake, sending afterburners screeching on the front. The police cars sped by; one clipped the car and knocked off the mirror. They weren't able to brake fast enough and three of them swerved into the buildings. Tails took his chance and jumped out of the car. He ran for a building marked 'Goodfellow's Inn'. It looked abandoned for the most part.

Tails hopped over a few parked trucks and slammed the rusty door after him. It closed with a tormenting squeak. Tails leaned against the door, panting. Looking out the window, he saw that the police officers were wandering around, in a daze and confused at where their suspect was. The only light that shone through into the inn was the windows and a dim lamp on the other side of the room.

Racking his brain for a way out of his mess, Tails smacked his head and called himself an idiot. Pulling out his staff, or rather, Krystal's staff, he touched the glowing tip to his forehead and released a bolt of energy. There was a blinding flash of white light and a moment later, the fox standing behind the door looked nothing like Tails.

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A/N: What has our precious Tails done? Oh, well. Oh, yeah, a couple of elements I stuck in there, like the disrupter gun, were from the movie, 'Minority Report'.