All characters, save for my OCs, belong to either SEGA or Craig Bartlett and Nickelodeon.

Fiona and Wolfgang: Owned

This was not what Fiona had in mind...period.

"Yo, Fi, check this out!" As the Fiona watched from where she stood, arms crossed and half-lidded stare hinting at the extremeness of her boredom, Wolfgang lifted ten bricks in the air, five in each hand, as if they were weights.

"Dude, that is like so awesome!" Like the obedient fool he was, Edwin pumped a fist in the air at his boss's display of strength as did his fellow peers.

'God, give me strength.' The she-fox cringed at how much of her youth was being wasted on these bums. Seriously, Scourge could pull that feat off in his sleep...literally. This kid, on the other hand, was a pushover—and that was putting it nicely.

Fiona had only been standing around in Gerald Field in the early morning (since the neighborhood kids wouldn't be here yet), waiting for Scourge to show up, when Wolfgang and his cronies showed up. Maybe hanging around the local baseball field had been an unwise idea.

She and Scourge only came here to get some answers out of that football-headed kid concerning the locations of the Chaos Emeralds. Scourge wanted those gems so he could regain his Super Form and teach that goody-two shoes, Sonic, a lesson—and maybe make a kingdom out of this city afterwards.

Anyway, now that these stooges were hogging her and her man's territory, Fiona was currently debating with herself the best course of action to take at this point. 'Hmm, I can take one of them out with no problem, but since there are so many of these guys I'd have a better chance getting away.'

Running away boded nothing tasteful for the fox. Despite the Freedom Fighters' accusations of her cowardice, Fiona had a serious dislike of backing down from a fight. Thanks to Scourge's "hands-on" training, as well as her time in the slammer, she'd become a far more capable fighter than before, and even without either of those, she'd still keep high confidence in her combat abilities.

On the other hand, if there was one aspect of her personality that overrode her pride, her sense of self-preservation took the cake.

"Well now, what do we have here?"

"Scourge!" Finally, the cavalry arrives! Fiona dove straight into her boyfriend's arms, wrapping her own around his neck and sharing a quick, affectionate nuzzle with him.

"Hey there, babe," the green hedgehog gave his lady a sexy grin before he eyed the fifth-graders gawking at him with a toothy sneer, "these little punks givin' ya trouble?"

"Well..." What to do? What to do? "Nah, they were only being annoying. "Those brats over there thought they could impress sweet, little me."

"Impress you, huh?" Scourge perked up when a sudden idea struck him—not a good sign. Removing his arm from Fiona, he sauntered right up to Wolfgang, casual as anything. "Well then, how about I give these boys a little help?"

At this question, the fifth-graders instantly threw their heads back and laughed their guts out, honestly believing this furry freak was pulling their legs.

Unfortunately, they were about to experience the "pulling legs" part very literally.

Wolfgang found out firsthand.

Before anyone could blink, Scourge grabbed Wolfgang by the legs, using his belying strength to launch the boy high into the air. As everyone else, with the exception of the amused Fiona, watched in shock and fear, Wolfgang fell back into Scourge's arms.

Only to be launched back up again...and again...and again—before long, the hedgehog was juggling him like a bowling pin. Wolfgang did not enjoy the experience, to say the least.

"Hey, put me down!"

"Oh no, kid, we're just getting started!" Still juggling the modern Neanderthal, Scourge shot Fiona a cruel wink. "Yo, babe? How about you do a little round up for me?"

"With pleasure!" With a vicious grin, Fiona cracked her knuckles with a sound ominous enough to send the message to the other fifth-graders. Believe it or not, catching them proved easier than Fiona suspected. These guys had no skills, no brains, and no sense of evasion. Put simply, without their leaders, these punks were no better off than a bunch of headless chickens.

Before long, Scourge had all of the fifth-graders tossed into his juggling act, their screams and protests and begging only fueling his and Fiona's delight even more.

"Yo, Fi, check this out!"

Fiona put a hand to her chin as she gazed on her bad boy's act. 'I am such a lucky girl, aren't I?'

I normally do not like Fiona and Scourge. In this case, however, I'll make a slight exception.