Thanks for the kind reviews! Yeah, BSH, Charmy is gonna drive the Babylon Rogues nuts. That is, if Jet lets him stay!

Charmy:...You won't let me stay? teary eyes

Jet: look away, sweatdropping

I own nothing, but the story idea. The characters Charmy Bee, Jet the Hawk, Wave the Swallow, and Storm the Albatross belong to SEGA and Sonic Team.

Ch. 2: A Member of the Rogues? ME?

Storm heaved me onto his burly shoulders. I winced in pain, crying out. He patted my head, asking me if I was alright. With my nod of pain, he tapped a button on the back of his Extreme Gear. We went faster than before.

"Wh-what is this thing?" I stammered, holding onto my helmet tightly.

He frowned, glancing back at me. "I thought I told you that it was Extreme Gear."

A beeping noise was suddenly heard. That of what you'd hear on a car that someone was trying to break into. Storm's features dropped to horror. He tapped the same button again, boosting up his speed. However, the beeping persisted.

"Wave's gonna kill me."

Storm lurched forward, pushing me into his chest. The Extreme Gear began making sickening noises. Storm glanced down at his booster, seeing smoke pour out of it. He wailed in agony, muttering something about that Wave girl. Something then caught his eye. He pointed up to a bird shaped, red airship.

My mouth gaped open. I've never seen anything that huge! Excluding Eggman's ships. Of course, we did blow them away.

He smirked, "That's where I live. Along with the Babylon Rogues!"

"Babylon Rogues? They sound cool! Who're they?" My pitch caused air to retreat from my lungs. Which caused a wound in my chest to rip open slightly. "Ow!"

Storm noticed the blood dripping down my chest, and his face turned in disgust. "Wave's really gonna have to fix you up." His board finally went out of steam, and we started to fall. "Gah! Damnit! Wave'll never forgive me, but here's goes everything!" Storm leaped off of his board. We were mere inches away from the top of the bird's beaks. Storm grasped me in one arm and punched a hole in the front of the beak's metal.

"He's strong! Just like...Vector and Mighty." Tears brimmed my eyes, and I buried my face into his chest. They were dead. Nothing I could do about it. I wished that I was strong, like them and Espio. Like Storm's selflessness to come and save me. Oh, how I wished.

Storm staggered as he came up to his feet. He waved to someone. I looked up in time to see a green bird steering the airship, wide-eyed at him.

"What are you doing?" the bird asked, opening a window.

"This guys needs help! Boss, help us get in!"

The one called "Boss" nodded. He leaped out the window, yelling back at someone to take the wheel. I guessed he was talking to the one called "Wave" since I heard a loud female yell. Boss demanded him to throw me. Storm complied, tossing me to him. He snatched my foot and jumped back into the window.

A girl bird stormed in the second Storm closed to window. "What were you two doing? I was just fixing up your board, Jet, when-" she noticed me in Jet's arms. "Who's this...insect?"

"Yeah, Storm. who is she?"

A vein sprouted in my forehead. I carefully aimed my stinger at his chest. I smirked, stabbing him fully. He cried out in agony, bopping me on the head.

Storm gave a weak smile. "This is Charmy. Charmy, I'd like to introduce you to Jet the Hawk and Wave the Swallow."

Wave gave me a kind smile, still giggling about Jet's pain. "Hello, how do you-" she stopped immediately. She noticed my injuries. Wave grabbed me out of Jet's grasp. She inspected me with great detail. "Hmm, chest wounds, possibly a need for a new vest, and a couple of cuts. Storm, what did you do?"

"I-I didn't do it! I found him a-against a brick wall with his stinger in the ledge. And I brought him here. I dunno how he got those brutal cuts."

Jet asked, "Charmy, what'd you do?"

My heart rose into my throat, skipping several beats. Blood began streaming down at a faster pace. I clutched it so no more blood would escape.

Wave dashed down the hall with me in her arms. She kicked a door open. It looked the a doctor's office with all types of things to make you well. Equipment was all in alphabetical order on a few ledges. She laid me down on a table. She grabbed a stethoscope. Placing it in her ears, she began to feel my unsteady heartbeat.

I was always a fighter. I didn't want to die. Not yet, not ever. She touched my wounded chest, causing me to shout out in pain.

"You're worse than I thought! I got to take charge again." She grabbed some vial and sqeezed a clear liquid in it. Patting my forehead, she promised to give me a lollilop when this was over. Once she finished her sentence, Wave inserted the needle point of the vial into my arm. I lurched forward, but slowly, I feel asleep.

"Let's begin..." Those were the last words I heard before drifting off into slumber.

A few hours later, it was late afternoon when I woke up. The Babylon Rogues were waiting for me to awaken. My entire body was as stiff as a stone. My body was still in extraordinary pain. Weakly, I turned my head over to them. A small smile was on my face. I murmured my thanks since my lungs wouldn't allow me to speak any louder.

Wave shrugged, saying it was no big deal. "I just bandaged your minor cuts, but your chest needed a few potions my father created in order to fully heal. You'll be back up and flying in a matter of hours. Probably a good night sleep is what you now need."

"What did ya do anyway? Charmy, you seem a little young to be on your own," Jet inquired, leaning forward.

I whimpered, wanting to not say. My fellow detectives' fates was still well-aware in my brain. I sighed, "I'll tell you...everything that happened today." Thus, I explained today who I was, and who the Chaotix were. Then, I finally got to explain what happened. When I reached the part about Rodrigo really being Clause, Jet goes,

"Sterling? I've heard of him before. Did he die?"

"Yeah! Why?"

"Sterling was his partner in crime."

"What?!" I jumped to my feet. Only to almost fall onto the floor if it wasn't for Storm.

"Easy there! Tell the rest of the tale..."

I continued. Rodrigo and Sterling: partners in crime. Who would've thought? Certainly not me. Finally, I ended my story with Storm saving my from death. "Hey, I never got to thank you!"

"Then...do it now?"

"Okay! Thanks!" I gave him a thumbs-up.

Storm returned it, patting my head. "Good, now, what do we do with you?"

My stomach rumbled. Automatically, I asked for food.

Wave's head dropped. "Oh, gods, it's another Storm."

Storm immediately faced her. Inching down to her height, he demanded, "What's wrong with me!"

She smirked, smugly. "Well, you're fat, annoying, stupid, and another thing: You're Extreme Gear skills still suck!"

"Wh-what? Th-they do not!"

I nodded, "Yeah! He's the one who got me here on his board! So, he doesn't!"

Jet's head flickered up. A questioning look filled his face. "What happened to your board anyway?"

Storm's eyes widened, facing Jet. He rubbed the back of his head, still trying not to maintain eye contact with him. "W-well, ya see, it goes like this-"

"We had to abandon it to get up here!" I finished, smiling brightly.

Storm stared at me with frightened eyes. His hand clamped over my mouth. Instead of looking at Jet like I thought he would, he carefully glanced back to Wave.

Wave was seething. A wrench formed in her hand. Similar to Amy's Piko Piko Hammer summon I guess. Smoke would probably be steaming out of her ears if I could see them. She stomped towards the albatross. She snatched me out of his grasp. "Hold Charmy, Jet."

"I can fly! No one needs to protect me!" I protested. I showed them my wings and fluttered up. Suddenly, I began to stagger in my flight. The explosion must've damaged then somehow.

Jet caught me before I fell. "Hey, easy kid. I'll take you to my office." He then whispered, "You don't wanna be caught between a Storm and Wave arguement. Trust me."

Boy, was Jet right.

"Do you now how long it takes me to create those Extreme Gear? Three weeks! And I don't have the proper materials to make you a new one! Idiot!"

"Ain't my fault I'd go out of the way to save Charmy! He's a nice kid! I had to help!"

"Oh, for the love of-"

Jet slammed the door to his office. He moaned in annoyance about his friends' bickering. He slumped in his leather chair. Pointing to the desk in front of it, he offered to let me sit down. He wanted to talk about himself and their job.

I propped myself on my elbows on his desk.

"See, I'm the leader of the Babylon Rogues. We Babylon Rogues are a group of thieves the work with Extreme Gear. Most stupid people call them flyin' snowboards, but that's just dumb." Jet jabbed my in the forehead with his finger. "Now that you're here, you're gonna join us."

I blinked. The universal body language for huh? After a few seconds of downloading the data in my mind and shoving my face inches towards his, I go, "Whaaaaaaat?!"

Jet flew back from his chair, falling over. The hawk rubbed his temples, glaring up at me. "You're acting like Storm, Charmy. Only he can do that."

"Sorry!" I gave him a cheap smile.

He grimaced, shaking his head. His head feathers were tossed back and forth. I was captivated by them. Watching them move back and forth was like Vanilla's ears flopping up and down. Thinking of her made me feel miserable.

Jet noticed this sudden change of facial expressions. He pinched my cheek, asking what was wrong.

Wincing, I replied, "I-I'm fine!"

"Wow, Wave's right. You are like Storm." Jet paused. He appeared to be thinking something over. "My proposal of joining us. Will you accept? We'll teach you how to ride Extreme Gear."

My mind suddenly began racing. For some reason, the other members of the Sonic Heroes popped into my mind. Team Sonic, Dark, Rose, and finally the Chaotix. Even Eggman and Metal Sonic were there. They were all smiling at me, except Eggman, Omega, Metal, and Shadow for obvious reasons. But then, came the explosions, and the faces I just met today. The death. The sorrow. Rodrigo's smile of insanity.

A picture caught my eyes. It was one of a emerald hawk that looked exactly like Jet, but with clothes. He wasn't smiling, but something made my spine tingle. "Who's that, Jet?"

Jet glanced from the picture to myself. "That...that is my father."

"Your dad! Where's he now?"

"...Dead."

I shuddered, seeing a cold feeling in his eyes. "Sorry! I know how you feel. Dad died on me too. Left me to fend for myself." I covered my mouth instantly. I made a promise never to expose to anyone that my father passed away. I made that promise to my mother before she left too.

Jet's eyes widened. "By yourself? That's it! You're staying here!"

"OKAY!" I cheered, leaping into the air. My wounds ripped open, and I collasped back onto the floor.

"Gah! Wave, he needs more treatment!"