Levee: Yay! ...Personally I'm not much of a Harry potter fan, I mean sure it's okay, and the movies were fun, I'm just not really insane about it. Also, I think that the time stones were like this one time-travel thing used by Eggman in one of the earlier games, although I'm not sure. I really don't know that much. I'm actually assuming a lot about them myself. I was never really into the old Sonic games or comics. I think I was like three at the time.
Blueblur: YAY! You're back! Thank you for the review. It gave me this nice, warm, fuzzy feeling inside. like a puppy in a microwave. KESPLODE! ...Ahh, straight from hallmark. Thank you, that was very encouraging. And, as for the fire... Blueblur, you just gave me the greatest idea. I needed a plot-twist for next chapter and that's perfect! Now excuse me while I twist and plagiarize your words... (yeah, you heard me, it's payback time! -grins evilly-) ...and I feel terrible about what's happening to your stories. I tried to e-mail you this big, uplifting speech, but then my e-mail went all crazy on me! It had a knife! What was I supposed to do? Please accept this burrito in my apology. (hands you a burrito)
Max: ..hmm.. you have a good point there. But, they being fan-GIRLS and me being a CHICK, I severely doubt they would hug me. And if they did, I'd be rather disturbed. However, your point prevails and I succumb to your excellence. Happy now? You've made me grovel.
Lacey: No! I must be the number one sonamy fan! (tackles you to ground and cuts title out of your anonymous signature with rusty butcher knife.)
"Do all of your solutions end in rusty butcher knives?" Asked a very annoyed Shadow.
"For the last time YES! STOP ASKING!" Komodo answered, butcher knife in hand.
Isu: Yay! Deep! So deep that a seven-foot man could drown in it's deepness? I'M NOT SATISFIED UNTIL THIS FIC IS SEVEN FEET DEEP!
"That's like half of a dominoes deep-dish pizza!" commented Shadow.
"I know! How are you supposed to eat those things?" I agreed. The two of us nod in agreement and wander off into a thorough discussion about pizza...
"I like a da pizza!" Mario announced proudly.
"It's a-me! Espio!"
"..Okay, this is getting weird. HURRY UP! SOMEONE ELSE REVIEW!" komodo exclaimed.
Sadly, no one reviewed in time, and komodo posted the chapter, now forced to put up with a ninja who thinks he's Italian, a hedgehog who wants to sue dominoes, and a weird plumber in overalls who won't leave. Seriously, he just stands there and every so often says "It's a-me, Mario!" Or fiddles with his hat. Komodo is now starting to suspect that the great gamer in the sky has decided to take a nap without turning off Mario64...
Mr. Phillips stared sadly down at the hedgehog, who was wrestling with nightmares in his drug-influenced sleep. Sonic made a brief noise; somewhere between a shout and a whimper; a signal of his distress. His body cringed at the effort of moving normally, and sweat beaded down his face. The therapist was depressed to see people like this. He had seen cases of depression, where a loved one had died, where the husband or wife or brother or sister or... in Sonic's case, boyfriend had grown so heartbroken that they refused to cope. But Sonic's case was different.
This wasn't love like most people were used to seeing it. Sonic's love for Amy was strong and just as passionate as anyone else, but, it was very contradictory to his personality. And here is the reason why.
He wanted love to be like this; Someone who would hold him, comfort him, sing him to sleep, stroke his quills, take care of him, treat him like a child, kiss him on the cheek and whisper something kind into his ear. He was strong; very strong, and he enjoyed fighting Eggman and all, but...
From what Mr. Phillips had heard, Sonic was never quite able to have a normal childhood. Abandoned on the doorstep of a young couple by his real mother after two weeks of birth, he was left with nothing but a note, saying that his name was Sonic. Not even a blanket to keep him warm. He was abandoned, again, by the couple, (who did not want him.) and sent from foster home to foster home, every time being given back to the orphanage after the couple realized they didn't want him. At age six he got sick of it and ran away, never having a home again. The rest of his life you already know; it was then spent fighting Dr.Eggman once he showed up. At such a young age! How terrible! He never had parents that truly loved him. He never had a childhood where he could cling to his mother during the thunderstorms or cry into someone's shoulder. In his entire life he had never had a father to watch over him and play with him. (Ooh, what a messy paragraph! X l. I feel terrible. And excuse me for the horrible corny emotional crap. )
Sonic wanted Amy's love to supply the parental love he had never received.
The therapist sighed, and left the room, wondering if maybe death would be a better option for Sonic. He stopped after seeing a nurse headed towards Sonic's room, and tapped the hospital employee on the shoulder.
"Tell me when he wakes up, okay? I'd like to talk to him."
"Okay, remind me again, how does this work?" Asked Knuckles, staring down at the time stones. They were not nearly as lustrous as the chaos emeralds, and their shapes were odd and lumpy, like broken quartz.
"You go back to the instant Amy died, then time warp her back here." Tails explained. "I wish we could time warp her to before Sonic's... accident, but then you'd be trapped in a sick time warp for all of eternity!" Tail exclaimed, hysteric. Knuckles starred down at him, eyebrow raised.
"What do you mean?" Knuckles asked. Tails cleared his throat and began to elaborate.
"Well, for example, let's say that you transported you and Amy back to five minutes before you go back now. Amy would disappear because you hadn't gone back to get her yet, and the time stones would disappear because you already have them. Then you'd have to go back and get her again, then you'd show up again and she'd disappear again, and so on and so forth, resulting in a cruel time-warp that will carry on for all of eternity!" The fox exclaimed. Knuckles swallowed nervously.
"That does sound bad."
"That's only because it is. Now I've developed a mechanism to control the time stones more efficiently- sometimes they can be rather random without the right equipment." Tails said, taking out a small device from his pocket and attaching it to the time-stones with the greatest scientific invention ever; duct tape. "Basically, we've made a time machine, fellows."
"That's impossible. Einstein disproved the possibility of a time machine before any of us were born!" Shadow argued "or invented by the use of DNA altering and such. Which only applies to me, but who cares."
"THIS IS NOT A FUNNY STORY!" Argued komodo, striking Shadow upside the head with a purple trout.
The three paused in confusion, and then decided to cut all humor from future dialogue in order to serve the depressing and morbid tone of the story's narration.
"Tails? Are you sure this is... safe?" Asked Knuckles, staring down at the lightly glowing stones. Tails stared expressionlessly up at the red echidna.
"It's much safer than leaving Sonic all alone." Tails said. Shadow nodded quietly.
"True. When I lost Maria, I seriously thought I would never be happy again, but Sonic loved her in ways that even me and Maria did not share. I cannot imagine the pain he is going through now." The black hedgehog mused, leaving the others to their own conclusions.
"So I guess this means it has to be done, right?" Knuckles asked expressionlessly. The others nodded, and Knuckles took the time stones up in his hands. "Okay then. Let's do this. For Sonic, and for Amy."
"Right." Answered Tails, quickly pushing some buttons on the 'time-machine' and handing it to Knuckles. The device secured neatly to his arm with the use of Velcro, and knuckles looked over it admiringly. "Whatever you do, don't loose that." The fox warned; taking a few steps back from the echidna as the device began to make a small hum. The echidna braced for a small explosion, a swirl of lights, anything, but the machine just kept humming.
"See you in 20 minutes, Knuckles." Tails said, as the machine finally gave ff a tiny flash of light, and Knuckles was gone. Shadow, although he had been expecting it, jumped in surprise.
"...So he's really gone back to five days ago?"
"Yes." Answered Tails. "And now all we can do is wait."
I'm VERY sorry for the update delay. I just haven't been feeling it. I missed typing as much as you do and am proud to announce that the fire has been relit! ...For this story, anyway. I've been so tired and typing was so hard for some reason. Not to mention that my computer, whom which I love, has been acting funny. ...My poor, poor, computer.