Desperation and Then Some
By Formerly Known As

Congratulate me! I've finally got off my lazy butt and decided what direction
this story is taking. This chapter is more or less the same as ever, but with a
little luck, there will be other chapters in the future.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic or Robotnik or any of those characters. I do own
Jamie, steal her and suffer a slow roast barbeque in the darkest pits of hell,
or from my lawyers. Okay, I'll shut up now.

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Chapter 1
Late At Night

There reaches certain times of night when things begin to get a little weird. And then there are times of night when things get really weird. For example, three in the morning and having consumed but a bowl of vanilla ice cream and a package of hot chocolate mix (because it is summer and far too hot to actually make a cup of cocoa). Add the mixture a desperate need to write something adequate and an even more desperate need for a few stinkin' reviews at fanfiction.net, and things go right out of focus.

At least that's how things were going for Jamie. Out of focus. Not in the physical way. No, she could see clear as ever (which actually wasn't all that clear since she never wore her glasses). Things were going out of focus in the emotional and mental way. Little things seemed a lot bigger at three in the morning. Like the fact that no one had reviewed her work since noon that day. Or the fact that she had just logged onto a website that said "Warning: Danger of Self Insertion Reality Ahead" (she had this nasty feeling in the back of her mind that the warning was a deadly serious one, but that just may have been caused by her parakeet suddenly beginning to sing the theme from the Twighlight Zone). Or the fact that they were out of ice cream. That one seemed really important for some reason, even though she was the one who had finished off the ice cream about an hour ago.

On the other hand, the really big things didn't seem all that important. Like the fact that the computer had crashed five times in the last twelve minutes (at least according to the clock on the computer, though the clock might have become messed up from all the random crashing). Or the fact that she still had to get her permit by the end of the week or lose all computer privileges and
Jamie still hadn't even picked up a manual. Or the fact that a big fat man was currently holding a big laser gun to her head and yelling something about that damn hedgehog.

That one probably should have bothered Jamie, but for some reason, it didn't. She looked at the fat man and slowly blinked her eyes. "What the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?" she asked slowly.

A vein on the fat man's neck bulged out. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT AM I DOING IN
YOUR KITCHEN!?!?!"

Jamie blinked slowly. "Oh that's right. We're in the living room. Okay then." And Jamie turned back to her computer screen and did her best to ignore the fat man screaming in her ear. She just hoped her parents didn't wake up. They would be so pissed if they found out she had a guy in the house this late at night. For some reason, the fact that the guy had a laser gun and would probably shoot her parents if they came in the room didn't seem to worry her. Nor did the fact that he would probably shoot her in a moment's notice bother Jamie. She just wished her damn parakeet would stop singing the theme from the Twilight Zone.