Yes, that I should wait for a review before i start another chapter, but I'm anxious, and already know what i need to improve.

Chapter 3 - Completion

"Damien called before you got home. He said that you hadn't felt well at school. Are you alright Sash?" questioned a women hovering over a groggy Sasha in bed. Her shoulder length blonde hair got in the way of her face, and she tucked it behind her ear before giving Sasha a shake to rip her away from her semi-unconscious state. Sasha silently thanked Damien. He knew that if he had told Sasha's mom that she had had some kind of a seizure, she would've rushed her to hospital. Sasha hated hospitals.

She sat up slowly, rubbed her deep, blue eyes, and looked into her mother's face. "Isn't it a school day?" she croaked. Sasha's mother grinned, and said "yes, but I don't want you in today. You look a bit green. I guess you haven't recovered from yesterday hmm?"

Sasha stared blankly into her mother's brown eyes, not quite understanding what she was talking about. And then she remembered the horrible convulsions. As if in response, her arm twitched, although not noticeable to her mother. "Okay, I'll just sleep today then. Can you go now mom?" she pleaded. Sasha's mother gave her some kind of an open-handed noogie, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Watching her mother go, she bombed back onto the matress once she saw, and heard, the door close. Almost immediately, she thought about the concerned look on Sonic's face when he tried to have a civilised talk with her the day before. 'I suppose I didn't have to be so rude' she thought. Staring at the abstract patterns in the ceiling of her room, she tried to think out loud about why she had hated Sonic for so long.

"He's cocky, he's inconsiderate. I mean, does half of the city have to be blown up everytime Eggman shows up?" she complained. But she wasn't sure anymore. In the space of two days, two events aimed directly at her forced her to rethink her opinion on Sonic the Hedgehog. "Alright, he's cocky. But so am I, I guess" she whispered, remembering her assurity that she would beat Damien in any sprinting race. "And if he's so inconsiderate, why did he care if I was feeling okay or not?"

Still staring at the dabble pattern on her ceiling, she found herself noticing things crawling over the ceiling in the corner of her eye. However, when she looked directly at them, the ceiling just seemed normal. "I just need a drink," Sasha assured herself. She sat up, shook her head, and stumbled onto her feet, with her mind set on the task of reaching her bathroom and getting a few gulps of hydration.

Sasha focused her mind on the brass nob that served as the opening mechanism to her white door, but she found herself unable to concentrate on the task. And then the feelings came over her again. She gasped a horrible, liquidy gasp, and fell onto the blue carpet on her floor. She didn't shake, so she knew she wasn't having a seizure. It was something else. Her arms, her legs, and her chest stung through-out, not just on her skin. She tried to yell, but could only manage a wheez. She tried again and again, and finally managed to yell loud enough for her mom to hear.

Sonic laid on his back on top of Uncle Chuck's workshop, looking into the clouds. 'That one looks like a hot dog. And that one looks...kind of like knuckles head actually' Sonic thought to himself. He tried his best to not put pressure onto his left arm, for it was still healing from being trapped by various pieces of stone. Though he could use it, Sonic preferred not to. Sonic looked down onto the grass below, and wondered to himself 'How many flips can I do before i hit the floor?'

He stood up, bent his legs just enough to give him the power to get a meter off the roof of the workshop. In the air, he tucked his legs as close to his chest as he could, stuck his arms out, and counted as he began to twist. 'One two three four five six seven eight nine ten..." Sonic began to think, but then he realised that he had no idea how far off the floor he was, because he was spinning too fast. He got a painful reminder when he dented the driveway with his head.

After giving his nogging a good massage, Sonic had a familiar feeling. "Sasha..." he whispered.

"Sasha? Sasha what's wrong with you! Why are you lying on the floor?" question Sasha's mother. Sasha's body was slowly coming back together, and she felt like she was becoming more complete like she ever had been. "I...fell out of the bed" she lied. Sasha's mother gave her a puzzled look, and helped her up.

"You fall out of the bed and yell for mommy? I didn't think you were in for that anymore" she jested. Sasha stared into the wall, coming to terms with how much better she felt after her convulsions. "Mom, what time is it? Can I still get to school on time?" Sasha questioned. Her mother looked at her worryingly. "Are you sure you are feeling well enough?" she said. Sasha nodded, as a child who wished for their mother to not start a lecture would. The nod almost failed, but a ringing phone saved Sasha's ears. Whilst her mother was chatting away, Sasha had a speedy scrub, tied her hair, pulled on some clothes, and made a speedy getaway.

Sonic sped over the rooftops of downtown Station Square, hunting for Sasha. He jumped off a low building, glided until he hit the floor a few seconds later, and continued his speedy search. 'She'll be at the train station' he thought, and ran there as fast as he could. Upon arrival, he waited for her, feeling very lucky that he decided to conduct his search outside of rush hour times. He was delighted when he caught Sasha leaving the station, and followed her until it was safe to confront her and not half of Station Square.

"You had the feelings again, didn't you?" he asked, although it was more of an informing statement than a questioning one.. Thinking about her revelations about the blue boy only a few hours earlier, she decided to answer as civilised as possible. "Yea, but I'm feeling much, much better you know," she smiled. Sonic grinned. "You're very cute when you're not angry." Sasha smiled back. despite her lovely eyes, no male ever called her 'cute', lest they wanted to keep their genitals in tip top condition, and not crunched up into a shoe-print sized ball.

Sonic looked into her eyes, puzzled for a moment. "Do you wear contacts?" he asked. "No, why?" was his answer. He looked closer, and stated "One of your eyes are blue and the other...is green," he informed, still with a puzzled tone. Sasha returned the baffled look. 'My eyes are blue, is he blind?' she thought to herself. They looked at each other for a few seconds, but their thoughts were interrupted by an explosion downtown. "I've gotta go. Keep yourself safe Sasha," said Sonic and at that, he jumped diagonally, in the direction of the the trouble.

Sonic's hangtime was immense, and he was able to spot a strange, 4-wheeled, 20-storey tall robot with an immense arm prowling through the streets. His beginning jump was dead on, and sonic span furiously, spines outsretched, and sliced right through the robot's torso. "Rargh!" yelled the maniacal doctor. "No cocky speech this time blue boy?"

Sonic pressed both feet on the opposite building, and pushed off, not noticing a massive fist about to pummel him two weeks from saturday.

Sasha watched the impact, and watched Sonic fly over towards the beach area. 'He can't swim!' she thought, and dropped her school bag. Her first instinct was to catch him, but he was almost a mile away. She decided to try anyway, against all common sense. She got ready to run, when the convulsions threatened to happen once more. "No..." she growled, hunched over in pain. She strained to look up, and noticed Sonic getting dangerously close to the beach area. She wound up her legs, and took off in a sprint.

She pounded at the floor with just her toes. Twenty miles an hour...thirty...forty...she just wasn't slowing down. She felt like the wind was trying to break her neck, and it was then that she realized that she was running incredibly fast. Incredibly...incredibly fast...

The shock of the two-ton fist slamming into him was beginning to wear away from Sonic's cheek, and he was able to squeeze an eye open far enough to notice somebody running to catch him. 'Knuckles? What the hell? Why the hell are you running this way? Are you trying to catch me?' he thought. The closer he looked, the more he realised that this person was taller, lighter skinned, and had shorter, lighter-colured hair. And she didn't have massive fists. 'Sasha?'

Sasha realized quickly that she wouldn't be able to catch Sonic if she let him fall to far, for he would fall straight into the water. Buildings whizzed past her faster and faster, and she resolved to try and jump and catch him, which was still very much against her common sense. But according to her commen sense, she wouldn't be able to overtake cars as if they were standing still. She hit the floor hard with her toes, and took off. Flying through the air at 40 mph seemed normal to her, but she knew it wasn't normal. But she couldn't think about that now. She had to think about how she would catch Sonic without breaking some kind of bone in his child-sized body.

It didn't take her long. She cupped him up like a handsome man would carry his new wife at a wedding, and descended, hitting the floor with incredible force that should've broken her legs. But it didn't. She put Sonic down, and collapsed onto the floor, out of breath. Sonic was just dumbfounded at the blistering speed and strength displayed by the human girl. "What's happening to me?" she gasped between breaths.